"Ding!"
"Congratulations to player 'Qin Tian' for killing 'Murong Hong' for gaining experience 1200000000, Qigong value 1090000, survival value 89000 … …"
"Congratulations to player 'Qin Tian' for gaining 'Immortal supreme saint nucleus' … …"
"Congratulations to player 'Qin Tian' for gaining 'White Tiger blood vein' … …"
"Congratulations to player 'Qin Tian' for gaining 'Wings of the White Tiger' … …"
… …
A series of system notifications rang in his ears. Qin Tian's heart was filled with indescribable excitement. Murong Hong who was at the peak of the Immortal supreme realm, the ancestor of the White Tiger tribe. Not a single thing that he dropped was trash. They were all good things that were hard to find in the entire sacred world.
Just now when he punched through Murong Hong's chest, the power of the Pangu blood vein spread out from his fists and rushed towards his sea of consciousness.
A loud rumble sounded.
A punch shattered Murong Hong's soul. His body was destroyed, and his soul was destroyed.
"Oh my god."
"The power of the Pangu blood vein is simply too heaven-defying."
Recalling the punch just now, Qin Tian could not help but shout out in excitement. He had never experienced such power before. In the past, he had never thought that the power of the blood vein could be so strong. Now, he finally knew why the sacred sects did not accept disciples without the bloodline talent.
The difference was not just a little bit, it was too big.
"Si … …"
Retracting his right fist, Qin Tian's face turned pale. All the bones in his arm were broken. The power of Pangu's bloodline was very strong, but Murong Hong's white tiger bloodline and the dense undying force formed a shield that was extremely sturdy.
With a punch, Murong Hong's knuckles were almost instantly shattered into powder. At the same time, the power of Pangu's bloodline suddenly increased, directly attacking the root of the problem. Only then did Murong Hong die with a punch. Qin Tian gasped. He still had a lingering fear in his heart. Immediately, he cast the 'regeneration spell' and his right arm instantly recovered.
Looking at Murong Hong's corpse, he smiled faintly, "Can't help it, who asked you to be the ancestor of the White Tiger tribe. Consider yourself unlucky."
Immediately.
Qin Tian lifted Murong Hong's corpse and dragged it to the entrance of the cave before throwing it into the sky above the White Tiger Palace. At the same time, Qin Tian increased his speed to the limit, returning to the White Tiger Palace even faster than the corpse. Right now, he still could not expose himself.
Just now, the White Tiger Clan's forbidden area had caused such a huge commotion. The experts of the White Tiger Clan must have discovered something. At this time, he definitely couldn't expose himself. Although Qin Tian wasn't afraid of anything, the White Tiger Clan still had the other three Divine Beast Clans behind them.
Even if there was estrangement between them, they were still allies. Moreover, did the White Tiger Race only have one old ancestor?
If that was really the case, what qualifications did Murong Yao have to contend for the position of the Realm Lord?
The White Tiger race was definitely not as simple as they seemed. Murong Yao definitely had a powerful trump card up his sleeve.
The black shadow blurred and instantly arrived.
Noiselessly, Qin Tian landed outside the hall. At this moment, the hall was noisy. Young Noble Murong Feng had a sinister smile on his face, and the cold aura on his body became even denser. Holding Meng Qi Yan 'er's hand, he was toasting with some uncles. In a quarter of an hour, it would be time for the wedding ceremony.
Next, they were sent to the bridal chamber.
"Whoosh …"
"Peng …"
An ear-piercing sound pierced through the night sky. In the courtyard outside the hall, a body fell heavily, creating a big pit. Everyone's heart trembled and they all looked over. The first to react was the housekeeper, Murong Chong.
"Who?"
"Who dares to throw a corpse at the White Tiger Palace?"
Murong Chong was flustered and exasperated. His eyes swept across and he shouted angrily. He immediately walked forward and kicked the corpse away. Murong Hong's face was facing the sky. His face was deathly still, and his eyes were wide open. There was not a trace of Qi in his body.
"Old …"
"Old … Old ancestor …"
"Oh my god!"
Suddenly.
Murong Chong let out a sharp cry like a woman. His body trembled non-stop, and his legs went soft. He kept retreating, not daring to believe everything in front of him. His legs were weak, and he staggered and fell to the ground. His hands kept supporting him, and his face was extremely pale.
"Old … Old … Old ancestor is dead …"
"Boom!"
Murong Chong's words were like a heavy bomb that exploded in the White Tiger Palace. The surroundings quickly quietened down. Murong Yao frowned and took a step forward, landing heavily beside the corpse. Looking around, his body suddenly trembled, and his legs shook. He suddenly fell to the ground, his pupils dilated, and his hands trembled. His lips trembled as he said: "How … How could this be? Old ancestor … How could it be … Who? Who is it? "
In less than half a second.
Numerous figures flew out from all over the palace. Seeing Murong Yao sitting on the ground with a face full of vicissitudes, and his eyes were deathly still, all the disciples of the White Tiger Race were stunned, and could not react at all. Old ancestor would die?
How was this possible?
He had cultivated for 50 million years, and had already broken through to the Undying Sovereign Realm tens of millions of years ago. Right now, his cultivation was at the peak of the Undying Sovereign Realm. Looking at the entire sacred world, who could kill him?
And it was killed with one punch.
Other than the Realm Lord, who could do it?
"Old ancestor is dead …"
"Old ancestor is dead …"
…
Crying to the heavens and shouting to the earth, a lively joyous occasion suddenly turned into a wailing funeral. The change was too fast, so fast that Murong Feng was dumbfounded and didn't know what to do. All the uncles in the hall walked to the courtyard and knelt down heavily. Only he was still holding onto Meng Qi Yan 'er's small hand, his complexion alternating between green and white.
"How could this be?"
"Who is it?"
"…"
Murong Yao suddenly stood up, and his body suddenly released an endless domineering aura. His eyes twisted, and the anger in his chest burst out uncontrollably. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was extremely angry.
Old ancestor was the spiritual domain of the White Tiger Race. Now that he was dead, it was like a tree collapsing, and he could not accept it in a short time.
"How could this be?"
"Leader Murong, who here could be the opponent of Old Ancestor Murong?"
"Yeah, a peak of the Undying Sovereign Realm expert. Even if I had ten thousand guts, I wouldn't dare to touch him."
…
The crowd started to discuss. Looking at Murong Yao's bloodshot eyes, they all felt a chill in their hearts.
Murong Yao's cultivation base was extremely profound.
To be able to become the leader of the White Tiger Race, his cultivation base was not as simple as that. At this moment, even if he wanted to use the Heaven Eye, he couldn't. Murong Hong was dead, and the conditions for using the Heaven Eye were not met. He had no idea who killed him.
"Father …"
"It's time."
Murong Feng tightly held Meng Qi Yan 'er's hand, his feminine face slightly pale. He knew that the old ancestor was extremely important, but to him, marriage was the most important. The old ancestor was already dead, and no matter how much he mourned, he could not revive him.
Murong Yao stared coldly, his anger reaching the heavens.
"Murong Feng, what time is it now?"
"The old ancestor was killed, and you still have the mood to get married. Do you even have the old ancestor in your heart?"
"That's right, is your marriage more important, or the old ancestor?"
"You have no manners!"
…
The White Tiger Race members were furious. Murong Feng's words made them even angrier. If it wasn't because he was Murong Yao's son, they would have given him a few slaps. At this moment, he actually still had the mood to get married. Too presumptuous.
At this moment.
Qin Tian said, "The dead are the most important. Getting married now is the greatest disrespect to the dead. Young Master Murong, your marriage should be put aside."
"Eh?"
Murong Feng was startled. He stared at Qin Tian coldly and said, "Your mother's fart, who do you think you are? Today, Laozi must get married. "
Then, his right hand gently squeezed.
Meng Qi Yan 'er's hand was in extreme pain, and her body could not help but tremble.
"Yan 'er."
"Come, we will be husband and wife after the ceremony. Hurry up, let's not care about them, let's worship our …" Murong Feng said impatiently. His eyes flashed with a trace of fanaticism. Coupled with his feminine voice, he looked completely like a perverted old eunuch.
"Hmph!"
Qin Tian took a step forward. He first glanced at Murong Yao and said, "This kind of unfilial son, if he was my son, I would slap him to death. He doesn't even care about the old ancestor's death, and he still thinks about his own beautiful things. It's really a tragedy for the White Tiger Race to have someone like you."
"You …"
Murong Feng shouted angrily. The aura on his body suddenly increased. His eyes locked onto Qin Tian and said coldly, "Don't think that I won't dare to touch you just because you are from Longxiang Temple. The White Tiger Race is not your turn to be arrogant. Do you believe that Laozi will not let you walk out of the palace today?"
"Shut up!"
Murong Yao suddenly shouted. He took a step forward, and his figure was like lightning. In an instant, he appeared beside Murong Feng and slapped him fiercely. He scolded, "Bastard!"
"Pa!"
A resounding slap.
Murong Feng's face immediately turned red and swollen. It could be seen that Murong Yao was very angry. He glanced at Qin Tian, then cupped his hands and said loudly, "I have let everyone see a joke. Today, the old ancestor was assassinated. Today's wedding will be called off. Please forgive me for my poor reception. Please return first. In the future, I, Murong Yao, will definitely apologize to everyone."
"Murong Clan leader, condolences."
"Condolences …"
… …
Among the crowd, there were voices of regret, shaking their heads and sighing. However, in their hearts, it was a different scene. Especially the Azure Dragon and the Vermillion Bird Clan elders. They laughed coldly in their hearts. Regarding the death of their talented disciple, their hearts felt slightly better.
"Wait."
Qin Tian immediately shouted, "She has not bowed to the heavens and earth. Miss Meng Qi is currently not young master Murong's wife. Since that's the case, I have to bring her back to the Furong Garden first. I'm worried …"
"You dare!"
Murong Feng stared at Qin Tian fiercely. "Even if she has not bowed to the heavens and earth, she is still my wife. Who do you think you are? What right do you have to interfere with my White Tiger Clan's matters? How many heads do you have? "
As he spoke, he pointed with his thumb and middle finger, causing the surrounding people to want to laugh but did not dare to.
Qin Tian said indifferently, "Murong Clan leader, as Meng Qi Yan 'er's friend, I have the obligation to ensure her safety. Your old ancestor has been assassinated. If you let her stay in the White Tiger Palace, I'm worried that you won't be able to protect her. Moreover, she has yet to marry and is living in the White Tiger Palace. What would the world think of Meng Qi Yan' er? What would they think of the White Tiger Clan? "
"You …"
"Someone that even the White Tiger Clan cannot protect, do you think you can?"
"What a joke."
Murong Feng laughed coldly and suddenly let go of Meng Qi Yan 'er. An extremely cold and gloomy aura was suddenly released from his body. The surrounding air seemed to have frozen in an instant. Some people's eyes rolled back and directly fainted from the cold.
A strong Yin Qi.
Incomparably cold, Murong Feng's eyes were filled with killing intent …
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