He Yiming carried the Baozhu in mid-air and flew slowly with 108.
He turned his head and glanced behind him. Then, he frowned and asked, "Brother Bai, why hasn't the lightning arrived yet?"
After sensing the challenging aura, He Yiming knew that it must be the Multicolored Holy Tiger that he had encountered in Zhongjing City.
Although the tiger was famous, it did not have the bloodline of a divine beast, after all. Whether it was compared to the White Horse Lightning or the Baozhu, it was far inferior. The White Horse Lightning could even kick the Beast King Spirit Elephant, which was a top-notch divine beast, for fun. Naturally, it would have no problem dealing with the Multicolored Holy Tiger.
According to their deduction, the white horse would be able to catch up to them as long as they slowed down for a while.
However, to their surprise, they still had nothing to show for their efforts up until now. They turned to look into the distance, but the white horse's swift and proud figure was nowhere to be seen.
108 looked at He Yiming calmly and said, "Don't worry, it won't be a problem."
"Really?"
"I've already calculated that the Multicolored Holy Tiger's chances of defeating Lightning are close to zero. By challenging Lightning this time, it has provoked Lightning's killing intent, so it's dead for sure."
He Yiming hesitated for a while, then he nodded slowly and asked worriedly, "Lightning won't be hurt, right?"
"It won't be." 108 did not hesitate at all and answered firmly, "Lightning is much stronger than the Multicolored Holy Tiger, so it won't be hurt."
He Yiming nodded, but for some reason, he had a vague ominous feeling in his heart.
He glanced at 108. Under normal circumstances, he firmly believed in 108's deductions because the fellow was rarely wrong.
However, there was one thing that remained fresh in his mind. Back when they went out to sea, 108's evaluation of the small boat made him extremely depressed for a period of time.
At this moment, perhaps due to the shadow in his heart, He Yiming recalled the conversation he had with 108 on the boat that day.
He Yiming shook his head and cast the thought aside. This was because he knew very well that there was a huge disparity between the white horse, which had the bloodline of a divine beast, and the Multicolored Holy Tiger. No matter how he looked at it, there was no reason for it to be defeated or hurt.
The Baozhu in He Yiming's arms suddenly whimpered excitedly.
He Yiming was slightly taken aback. He looked behind him and a gratified smile appeared on his face.
A white dot came into his sight from afar. Although this white dot was somewhat looming, He Yiming, who was very familiar with it, immediately recognized it.
Despite that, He Yiming's smile froze in the blink of an eye.
He opened his mouth wide, and his face was filled with extreme shock.
The white dot was gradually expanding, and the speed was enough to make any holy beast blush with shame. However, in He Yiming's eyes, he could clearly sense that the white horse's speed was much slower than before.
He turned around without any hesitation and went up to it.
Behind him, 108's gem-like eyes emitted an enormous light. Countless pieces of information were in a mess, and it seemed like it was in danger of crashing.
Based on his deduction, the White Horse Lightning would definitely be able to win easily, and it was impossible for it to be hurt. However, in reality, with the unique structure of his eyes, he could tell that the white horse was in a sorry state at the moment.
The fact was beyond his calculation ability, and for the first time, he felt like his program was in chaos.
However, his body only stopped for a moment, and he immediately chased after He Yiming.
He Yiming soon met up with the White Horse Lightning with the Baozhu in his arms. After seeing Lightning's current state, He Yiming's heart was filled with shock and anger.
There were many sporadic wounds on Lightning's body, especially on the left side of its body, which was already stained with blood. Not only that, but there were also several sharp teeth on Lightning's back thigh, which had pierced deeply into Lightning's thigh.
Every time Lightning ran, the muscles on its thigh would twitch. Although He Yiming did not experience it personally, he could imagine that the pain was definitely not easy to endure.
He Yiming's body swayed, and he already arrived at the white horse's side. He did not ask why the white horse was so badly injured, but he reached out and gently patted the white horse's thigh.
The powerful Zhen Qi instantly arrived at the wounds, causing the sharp teeth to tremble slightly. Then, like an arrow leaving the bow, they shot out.
Originally, there was not much blood flowing out, but when He Yiming took out the sharp teeth, a large amount of blood suddenly flowed out.
He Yiming frowned slightly, and Zhen Qi flowed through the wounds, quickly stopping the bleeding.
The White Horse Lightning stood there quietly, and the great pain did not seem to affect it at all.
He Yiming raised his head, and his eyes flashed with a touch of surprise. At this time, the white horse seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation. Although he could not understand this change, this feeling was definitely not wrong.
He Yiming took out a white stone from his arms, and put it in front of the white horse's mouth. The white horse's teeth gnawed, and a small part of it was immediately bitten off.
As the white horse slowly chewed, a thick milky white light flashed on its body.
He Yiming knew that this was a sign that the white horse's injuries were about to recover.
The white stone's magical effects were endless, and such a small injury could only be said to be a trivial matter for the white stone's healing ability. It only needed a short time to completely recover.
He Yiming turned his head and said hatefully, "Brother Bai, didn't you say that Lightning can't be injured?"
108 opened its mouth, and suddenly a soft sound came from its stomach, and then a black smoke came out of its mouth.
He Yiming looked at him dumbfoundedly, and did not understand what he was doing.
However, he did not expect that 108 would fall straight down, and hit the ground with a plop.
He Yiming and Baozhu looked at each other, and saw the deep fear in each other's eyes.
Today was really strange. Dealing with a small Multi-Colored Holy Tiger, the white horse actually suffered such a serious injury. What was even more terrifying was that 108 actually fell down, and this was the first time such an abnormal situation had happened to him.
In their team, 108 had always played the role of a stabilizing needle, and this fall gave He Yiming a psychological impact that was far greater than the injury to the BMW.
A soft neigh came from behind, and the light on the white horse's body disappeared. Just as He Yiming expected, the wounds on its body also disappeared.
The divine white horse once again appeared in front of He Yiming, but compared to before, it seemed to have grown a lot, and even its temperament had changed subtly.
It seemed to be less jumpy, and more stable.
"Hu …"
Hundred and Eight suddenly sat up from the ground. Soon after, his body stiffly stood up.
He Yiming's face twitched, and said with difficulty, "Brother Bai, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, the program was a mess, so I restarted it."
He Yiming frowned, but regrettably, although he and 108 had been together for many years, he still could not understand this sentence.
He sighed softly, turned over and mounted the horse, and said, "Let's continue the chase."
White Horse Lightning turned into a white line, and once again rushed forward at the fastest speed, and 108 was still hovering on its tail. However, compared to before, the white horse no longer emitted the rolling yellow smoke, but with an incomparably serious attitude, it moved forward.
He Yiming learned from the previous lesson, and did not say a word about what happened to these two guys.
In fact, no matter what happened to them, as long as they were still by his side, that was enough …
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After two hours, a soft cheer came from Baozhu's mouth, and He Yiming immediately understood that they were gradually catching up.
However, He Yiming soon discovered that there was a blue-robed middle-aged man standing abruptly on their way forward. He stood in the middle of the road they had to pass through with his hands behind his back. In his hand, he was holding a golden wolf's brush, and waving it casually, as if he was painting in the void.
He Yiming glanced at him, and although he had already felt the powerful aura rippling from this person, he did not make any stop. As long as this person did not stop him, he did not mind letting White Horse Lightning take a slight detour, but if he wanted to stop them, then he would have to be prepared to face the wrath of the man and the two beasts, except for 108.
The white horse made a slight turn, and went around the man, but at this moment, the man said, "Do you want to know the whereabouts of Zhan Xuan?"
The white horse suddenly raised its hooves and stopped abruptly.
He Yiming turned back, his eyes flashing, and said, "You know?"
When he was in the northwest, He Yiming had asked the Heavenly Lake faction to find out the origin and whereabouts of the Finger-breaker.
After learning of his relationship with the Kairong Kingdom, his name was easily found, but he seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Even with the strength of the Heavenly Lake faction, they could not find where he was hiding.
He Yiming had long planned to settle this grudge after returning from the southern border this time. But he did not expect that someone would say this sentence here.
The man smiled and said, "I heard a piece of news by chance, I don't know if it will be of help to you."
"Please speak."
"As far as I know, when the Qilian Twin Devils returned to the Blessed Enclave, there was a Finger-breaker by their side." The man smiled and said, "I only know that much. As for whether you believe it or not, it's up to you."
He Yiming looked at him coldly and suddenly asked, "How should I address you?"
"I, Yan Feicheng, the vice sect master of the Netherworld Sect. I've embarrassed myself in front of Brother He."
He Yiming raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously for a while. Finally, he said, "Thank you for your guidance." He patted the horse's back, and the White Horse Lightning continued to chase.
Yan Feicheng sighed and muttered, "I'm not going to slack off either. Whether or not you can escape to the Patriarch will depend on your luck …"
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