Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 87: Tiger Vanguard, why don't you return? (Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket!)

"Leave the tiger to me!"

Huang Feng showed no fear at all. He took the lead and transformed his body into a cute golden-haired mouse, running straight towards it.

Daji gently waved her beauty fan, looked at the majestic and towering black bear, and said with a foxy smile, "Then leave this little blind bear to me!"

Ao Run looked up at the majestic Saker Falcon flying towards him. Without saying a word, he twisted his body and turned into a blue dragon, flying into the sky and meeting him head-on.

"Tian Gong, are they sure of winning?"

Meng Fan glanced at Gao Dazhuang and said, "I spent so much effort to cultivate them. If we can't even defeat these three demon immortals, our 139th Division will have been established in vain."

As he was speaking, he saw Huang Feng already fighting with the tiger.

The mountain king sneered when he saw Huang Feng's small body, and said in human language: "Where did you come from, you dare to come here and meddle in other people's business?"

As the saying goes, clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.

If a person dies in the tiger's mouth and is buried in the tiger's belly, his ghost will be controlled by the tiger and turned into a "minion ghost".

The white-browed tiger with golden fur and hanging eyes roared, and in an instant, thousands of minions came out, mixed with gusts of mournful and cold wind, like dark clouds rolling back, and attacked close to the ground.

Compared with the thousands of soldiers and horses, Huang Feng's petite body is not worth mentioning at all.

He opened his mouth three times calmly, and the innate Qi combined with the authority of the godhead transformed into Samadhi Divine Wind, which he blew out with a breath.

Suddenly, a gust of yellow wind blew from the sky.

Good wind!

It’s really amazing!

The sky and the earth are changing coldly, and the yellow sand whirls without a shadow or a shape.Through forests and ridges, pine plums fall, sowing soil and dust collapse ridges.

The wind that came out of Huang Feng's mouth swept across the entire world in just a moment. The wind was fierce and sharp, like a knife-shaped tornado, and countless ice and snow were swept away.

The ground was scraped in three layers: a layer of ice and snow, a layer of black soil, and a layer of the surrounding rocks and dead trees. All of them were swept up in it and blown away together.

It can blow away the darkness of heaven and earth, blow away the sorrows of ghosts and gods, split rocks and collapse cliffs, and even stop at blowing away lives!

I saw the rolling yellow wind and the gloomy black wind colliding together, dividing the sky and the earth into black and yellow. But in just a moment, the yellow wind overwhelmed the black wind.

The numerous ghost skeletons in the black wind were completely destroyed and turned into ashes.

The mountain king's greatest reliance is that he can act as an accomplice to other tigers. In the hundreds of years since the establishment of the previous dynasty, countless lives have been lost to him and turned into food.

In the previous dynasty, when criminals were escorted to Ningguta, they would be swept away by the tiger's black wind and captured for sacrifice. In other words, the tiger's former dining plate and hunting ground was the land of Ningguta.

Over the years, countless lives of the minions have been accumulated. One tiger can drive them into an army, and with the addition of gusts of black wind, people trapped in it can't see their hands in front of them and can only let the minions reap their lives. This trick can be said to be effective every time.

But today, when he met Huang Feng, he had met his match. With a breath of Samadhi Divine Wind, the monsters and ghosts died, and his most proud method became useless.

Seeing that his trick had been foiled, the tiger couldn't help but be horrified, but more of it was heartache.

It is not easy to collect these ghosts and spirits, and now it is the modern society, there is no place to replenish them. Huang Feng's Samadhi Divine Wind directly blew away Shan Jun's century-old fortune.

"Roar----"

The tiger was furious. It roared and showed its sharp fangs. It said, "You damned rat, I want you to pay for my evil deeds!"

As he spoke, the tiger rushed forward, wanting to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

But Huang Feng was such a clever rat. He was a wizard, not a warrior. He immediately took another breath of Samadhi Divine Wind.

This time was different from the last Samadhi Divine Wind. The wind gathered together and turned into a plowshare that reached the sky and the earth, and rushed towards the tiger-head guillotine like the blade of the Tiangang sword.

The tiger stepped on the black cloud and flew directly into the sky, trying to avoid the fierce wind. There seemed to be a skeleton ghost in the black cloud, and the wind was howling like ghosts and gods, and the tiger's claws stepped on the ghosts, doing the function of the rosy clouds to rise.

"Hey, I didn't expect this demon tiger to have such a method of moving clouds!"

Huang Feng sneered and said, "After all, it's not a real skill of flying in the clouds. Let's see what Grandpa Rat can do!"

A scarlet color flashed in the Yellow Wind Rat's eyes, and demonic energy rolled out of its body, unexpectedly revealing a shadow of a rat-headed general wearing helmet and armor behind it.

I saw the general's golden helmet shining in the sun, his golden armor shining, the tassel on the helmet fluttering like a pheasant tail, his silk robe covering the armor was light goose yellow, his armor belt had a brilliant dragon pattern, and his heart guard was dazzling.

Deerskin boots, dyed with locust flowers; brocade apron, made of willow leaf velvet; holding a sharp three-pronged steel fork, he is no less than the saintly man of that year.

The shadow of the Rat General muttered something, and the direction of the wind in the sky suddenly changed. Wind is originally an invisible and intangible thing, and the Samadhi Divine Wind controls the wind direction of heaven and earth, so it can naturally change in thousands of ways.

In other words, when it comes to playing with wind, the Yellow Wind Monster is definitely an ancestor-level figure among the monsters. Even Sun Wukong had to find the Lingji Bodhisattva and the Wind-Fixing Pearl in order to defeat it.

The myriad of winds in the sky suddenly formed a gigantic cage, which was turned upside down in the air, trapping the tiger inside.

Then, the cell continued to shrink.

The tiger wanted to rush out, but there were only streaks of blood on its body, and its tiger fur, like steel needles, was of no use in the strong wind.

"Hululu--"

The tiger looked at the small yellow-haired mink with great fear. Due to the shrinking cage, it could only retreat continuously, like a wounded big cat.

"What is your origin, you dead rat?"

"The helpers Gray Old Four found?"

Huang Feng sneered: "My master is a god, I came here to help him. I just happened to be in need of a mount, and I think you are a good person with decent qualifications!"

"Roar---"

"You are so bold, you damned rat!!!"

The tiger roared angrily, wanting to fight to the death. How could the pride of the king of beasts make it submit to a tiny mouse?

Huang Feng sneered and said, "That's not up to you!"

I saw blood-red demonic aura emanating from the shadow of the Rat General behind Huang Feng. In the blink of an eye, the demonic aura transformed into a tiger-like demon. The divine power appeared in its tiger eyes and it was held in the hands of the Huang Feng monster obediently.

Why does the tiger demon look so evil?

The naked body is full of blood, and the legs and feet are crooked and red. Huo Yanyan's temples were fluffy, and his pinched eyebrows stood straight up.

Four white steel teeth, a pair of shining golden eyes, roaring with all his might, shouting with a fierce and heroic voice.

It's like a skinned, bloody tiger.

Don't forget that the Yellow Wind Monster is a demon. When it comes to cruel methods, who can compare to it?
"go with!"

The shadow of the Yellow Wind Monster let go of the Tiger Demon in his hand. The Tiger Demon looked at the mountain king with a cruel smile, jumped up, and went towards his spirit platform.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here, ah——"

There was a visibly panicked look on the tiger's face. He wanted to stop the tiger demon from escaping into his spiritual platform, but because of the Feng Gang cage, he could not stop it and could only watch.

Huang Feng praised from the side: "What a nice tiger skin, what a nice tiger skin, how amazing it is that it sheds its shell like a cicada, sheds its fake body and escapes with the wind, and now its true spirit has returned to its body."

"Tiger Vanguard, my general, if you don't return to your position now, when will you return?"

(End of this chapter)