Gusts of chilly wind assaulted his body.
The aura within the cave changed too quickly. It was like raging waves slapping against the shore, and it swept out like a tsunami. It was extremely shocking.
A smile appeared on Qin Tian's face.
As long as he killed the white tiger ancestor, Murong Feng's wedding would not be able to proceed. Meng Qi Yan 'er would not need to sleep with him and Qin Tian would have enough time to think of a way to bring her out of the white tiger palace.
Old ancestor.
The White Tiger Clan's old ancestor, how formidable his strength was, no one knew.
From the aura in the cave, it was not difficult to discover that the old ancestor's cultivation had reached the peak of the domain realm. Even an undying supreme expert might not be his opponent. An old monster that cultivated for tens of millions of years, no matter how bad his talent was, was still a terrifying existence.
However, Qin Tian did not have a trace of fear.
Fusing with the Great Slaughter Dao, easily killing an initial rank undying expert, fusing the ten great bloodlines into the incomparably powerful Pangu bloodline. Qin Tian had never truly used the power it contained, so he did not know how strong it was.
Now, he could use the white tiger ancestor to test the power of the Pangu bloodline.
"Angering me to death … …"
"Preposterous, taking advantage of my absence to kill my clansman … …"
The Old Ancestor was flustered and exasperated. His anger soared to the sky. His voice became louder and louder, like a sound wave attack, bouncing out the thick killing intent that Qin Tian had just released. At the same time, his figure flashed like lightning and rushed out of the cave.
At this time.
Qin Tian's face was pale and his aura was weak, as if he was on the edge of life and death. Looking at the cave, he raised his right hand and said with trembling lips, "Old ancestor … … quickly … … quickly escape … …"
As soon as he finished.
A white figure flashed past. His eyes were like flames, and his entire body was filled with the power of the White Tiger's bloodline. Vigorous, powerful. Even his breathing carried an earth-shattering power. This power continued to spread out, striking at Qin Tian's mind.
The old ancestor's name was Murong Hong. He looked like an old man over a hundred years old, with long white eyebrows and long white hair. However, his skin was rosy and full of vigor. His eyes were deep and his aura was dense. With one look, one could tell that his cultivation was extremely profound. Seeing Qin Tian leaning on the rock, he shouted, "Was it you who spoke just now?"
"Yes … …"
Qin Tian nodded his head slightly. He became careful and did not reveal any flaws.
Murong Hong had cultivated for 50 million years and went into closed-door seclusion for over 30 million years. He basically didn't know that someone dared to fool him, and even more so, he didn't know that the person who fooled him was right beside him. Who in the White Tiger Clan would dare to be so bold? Who would dare to make a joke out of their ancestor?
Not only did Qin Tian want to play with the white tiger race's old ancestor, but he also wanted to kill him.
Murong Hong glanced at Qin Tian coldly. In his eyes, an undying battle god realm cultivator was completely disregarded. He did not even need to look at such a disciple. If he did, he would feel that it was not fitting of his identity. After which, he did not ask anymore and rushed out of the cave.
"Haha …"
Just as the laughter faded, Qin Tian's aura suddenly changed. He really could not pretend anymore. After living for tens of millions of years, he was like a fool. The old ancestor was completely out of touch with the outside world. Looking at his serious look, he felt that it was funny.
"Huh?"
Murong Hong's eyes turned cold as he turned his head back. Feeling the killing intent released from Qin Tian, he said angrily, "It's you!"
"The killing intent just now was released by you?"
"You're not a disciple of the White Tiger Clan. Who exactly are you? To actually dare to barge into the White Tiger Cave, it seems like you're tired of living."
At this moment, Murong Hong suddenly felt that he was being played.
Like an erupting volcano, the rage within Qin Tian's body caused the surrounding air to become scorching hot. The aura of the White Tiger's bloodline grew even thicker as it continuously bombarded Qin Tian's sea of wisdom. However, this attack was completely ineffective against Qin Tian, whose sea of wisdom was as vast as a universe.
Merging with the Great Slaughter Dao, his sea of consciousness rose by 10 levels.
Merging with the Pangu Bloodline, his sea of consciousness rose by 15 levels. Right now, he was not afraid of any spiritual pressure below the boundary lord realm. Using the words of online games, he was completely immune.
"Haha …" Qin Tian laughed loudly, "You idiot, you're still the old ancestor of the White Tiger Clan? You can't even tell if you're a disciple of the White Tiger Clan or not. Looks like you're too old, your brain must have rusted, haha …"
"Preposterous!"
Being played was already very embarrassing, yet Qin Tian was still laughing loudly. How could Murong Hong tolerate it?
Who dared to play with him?
Looking at the entire sacred world, one could not find a single person who dared to play with him. Thus, he did not think that Qin Tian was not a disciple of the White Tiger Clan. Being played with, the anger in his heart rose. His white hair turned scarlet red and a thick scarlet aura emitted from his body.
Frowning, he formed a palm with both hands and struck down.
The wind from the palm was like thunder. Millions of tigers roared and attacked. The power was like a solid steel. Qin Tian did not dodge and even retracted his aura. He wanted to know the strength of a 7-star physique.
He wanted to see if it could withstand a strike from an undying supreme expert.
"Peng … …"
"Rumble … …"
"Rumble … …"
… …
As he struck out with his palm, the cave seemed to be filled with thunderclaps. Ten thousand lightning bolts resonated and shook the horizon.
Qin Tian's chest received a heavy blow, and his whole body flew out. The intense pain in his chest almost made him faint. A fiery red palm print was branded on his chest, and the clothes on his chest seemed to be burning. It was very uncomfortable.
Below his chest, his blood and Qi churned and his internal organs shook.
However.
He didn't die.
Only the pain from his flesh, nothing serious. His sea of consciousness, primordial spirit, and mind were all unharmed. The strength of a 7-star physique could be imagined. It was simply a thousand times stronger than a divine artifact. It could be seen that Murong Hong did not use his full strength.
However, he was the old ancestor of the White Tiger Clan, an old pervert who had cultivated for tens of millions of years. With a light palm, the power he contained could easily kill any initial stage undying supreme expert. Qin Tian only suffered some flesh wounds. One could imagine how terrifying his physique's defense was.
"Didn't die?"
Murong Hong could not believe it. His eyes widened and his eyebrows wrinkled. His palms clenched into fists, and the surrounding air suddenly shrank. The space shrank and twisted. For him, it was a shame that he did not turn Qin Tian into powder with his palm.
Just a mere undying god realm cultivator. No matter how strong he was, he would not be able to escape from his attack.
"Are you really an undying god realm cultivator?" Murong Hong could not help but ask.
Just as he finished speaking, he was a little annoyed. Qin Tian's realm was clear in his mind. Even if he hid his own cultivation, it was impossible to deceive him. Thus, without waiting for Qin Tian to reply, he shouted angrily, "No matter what realm you are in, if I don't tear you into pieces today, I am not Murong Hong!"
"Hehe!"
Qin Tian smiled and patted the dust off his body. "Old pervert, if I don't kill you today, you're not my grandson … …"
"Angering me to death … …"
"Angering me to death … …"
… …
His voice was like thunder, spreading far and wide in the cave. Countless echoes hit the two sides of the mountain and fell into countless rocks.
Qin Tian's mouth moved.
He had already tested the defense of his physique and sea of consciousness. He did not want to waste any more time. In another half an hour, Meng Qi Yan 'er would really be sent to the bridal chamber by Murong Feng. He shouted in his heart, "Old fart, consider yourself unlucky today!"
"Ancestor Pangu!"
"Let me see your strength."
Qin Tian's blood boiled, activating the power of Pangu's blood.
Suddenly.
A drop of pure Pangu's blood essence floated above his Dantian. It gently dripped down and quickly spread out, like a drop of ink falling into clear water. At the same time, the power in his body underwent an earth-shattering change.
"Ge ge … … Ge ge … …"
Qin Tian's eyes flashed with a bright light. He clenched his fists and the surrounding space quickly exploded, continuously emitting powerful explosions.
Space explosion!
Power boiled in his meridians, acupuncture points, tibia, blood, muscles, and even the hundreds of millions of pores in his body. This time, the power that erupted was even stronger than when he had just fused with Pangu's blood, causing Qin Tian to be incomparably excited. Feeling the power of Pangu's blood, he thought of a problem, "If I were to be stimulated by the God Explosion again … …"
"F * ck."
"Just thinking about it makes Laozi's blood boil."
Murong Hong's expression changed. The power of the space explosion coming from Qin Tian's body was something that even he could not do. How could a person with a cultivation of the immortal war god realm do it? Feeling the power of Qin Tian's body, his heart was like a magnitude 10 earthquake, shaking him to the point that he even forgot to breathe.
Strong!
Murong Hong's heart was filled with fear.
After living for tens of millions of years, he actually felt fear in his heart. It was simply unimaginable. His heart turned cold and his eyes lit up. He quickly expelled the fear in his heart. At the same time, he roared and the power of the White Tiger's blood erupted.
"Rumble … …"
"Rumble … …"
The inside of the cave raged as tens of thousands of thunderclaps rumbled.
Qin Tian smiled sinisterly. His eyes slightly sunk as he said indifferently, "Old pervert, I'm coming … …"
"Come!"
"See how I dismember your body into ten thousand pieces … …"
Murong Hong roared towards the sky. The power of his entire body formed a giant shield. The undying force revolved around his body continuously. The power of the White Tiger's blood filled every corner of his body. After living for tens of millions of years, this was the first time he went all out.
"Die!"
"Kill … …"
"Rumble … …"
The sky trembled violently. The earth veins of Shenwu city broke. The dragon vein that guarded the back mountain of the White Tiger Mansion for tens of millions of years broke into pieces. Everything was like the end of the world.
Too terrifying.
His blood vessels ruptured.
His chest was pierced by a fist. Blood spurted out.
Even if the chest of an immortal lord was pierced, it would only be a small injury. A Dan would be able to recover quickly. However, Murong Hong did not move. His eyes were dim like a dead person. He looked at Qin Tian beside him and his lips trembled, "Wh … … why … … why?"
The corner of Qin Tian's mouth twitched. He chuckled, "For the big explosion!"
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