Chapter 125: Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger
Roar—!
Another low roar echoed from the darkness in the distance.
This sound was completely different from the first one; although it was not loud, it seemed to strike directly at the Soul, causing Lin Yang and Qian Renxue's hearts to shudder violently.
Immediately after, a sense of oppression, cold to the bone and filled with evil Qi, spread rapidly from that direction.
"This feeling... a Fallen Spirit Master?"
Qian Renxue's expression darkened. A strand of golden light shone from her, starting from her forehead and instantly spreading over her entire body.
Soul Rings appeared on her one after another—two yellow, two purple, two black.
A full six Soul Rings circled neatly around her.
At the same time, with a "rip" sound, the clothes on her back tore open, and a pair of pure white wings suddenly unfurled from behind her.
Her body seemed to detach from gravity, slowly hovering upward.
Bathed in dazzling light, a huge figure with an indistinct face emerged behind Qian Renxue, exuding an indescribable sense of holiness and majesty.
Qian Renxue's eyes also turned completely golden; she looked like a deity descended to the world.
Lin Yang narrowed his eyes. Is this the Divine Rank Martial Soul, Seraphim?
"Lin... Yang."
Qian Renxue's voice rang in his ears, cold and urgent.
"You should leave this mountain range as soon as possible."
After saying this, her wings gave a slight flap, and she transformed into a streak of golden light, vanishing into the depths of the darkness.
Lin Yang looked in the direction Qian Renxue had left, pondering slightly.
The aura emitted just now was definitely not something a Fallen Spirit Master could possess. Although it was also filled with slaughter, Fallen Spirit Masters were more about chaos and disorder.
What he felt just now was pure evil and coldness.
Speaking of evil, Lin Yang thought of a special Soul Beast—the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger!
Could his luck really be this bad?
Lin Yang's mouth twitched.
If it really was a Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger, then there would be trouble.
The Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger is supreme in evil and malice, relying on devouring Soul Beasts and Soul Masters to increase its strength; it is practically the Fallen Spirit Master among Soul Beasts.
Because of this, every time it appears, it immediately causes other Soul Beasts to attack it in groups to prevent it from growing up.
But having said that, there is no doubt about the strength of the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger.
Its attribute is not ordinary darkness, but the supreme evil attribute left behind by the Evil God.
If one had to make a comparison, in terms of attributes alone, only the holy attribute of the Seraphim could compare with it.
As a top-tier Soul Beast, the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger, like the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, can challenge hundred-thousand-year-level Soul Beasts even at the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Beast level.
The Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger might even be stronger.
If this Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger was indeed the one Tang San originally encountered, its current cultivation definitely exceeded ten thousand years.
Qian Renxue is definitely not a match for it.
Although the holy attribute can restrain the supreme evil attribute, the reverse is also true; if the evil is strong enough, it can also restrain the holy.
It just depends on whose cultivation is superior.
Without a doubt, the current Qian Renxue is only a six-ring Soul Emperor.
Even though her strength far exceeds that of an ordinary Soul Emperor, she definitely does not have the combat power of a Titled Douluo.
Even if she had a Titled Douluo by her side, in the face of the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger's attribute suppression, it is highly likely that they would not be a match.
Not to mention, the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger still has an ultimate trump card—the different-dimensional "Life and Death Arena."
If she is dragged into that, it will definitely be a dead end.
Thinking of this, Lin Yang sighed, hoping Qian Renxue would be clear-headed.
If she really encounters the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger, she shouldn't be stubborn and fight it head-on; she should retreat when necessary.
This thing is practically a bug among Soul Beasts.
Lin Yang shook his head, leaped, and sped off in another direction.
Help Qian Renxue?
Not necessary.
Qian Renxue has Titled Douluo protection by her side, so it is not his place to show off.
Even if they are not a match, retreating should be no problem for them.
Besides, maybe the one causing the riot is really just a Fallen Spirit Master, which would be even less of a problem for Qian Renxue.
Dealing with Fallen Spirit Masters is Spirit Hall's specialty.
He can just use this opportunity to get rid of Qian Renxue.
Deep in the dense forest, golden light, like a small sun, illuminated the surroundings.
Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air with her wings spread, her holy aura spreading outward, constantly dispelling the surrounding oppression of darkness, evil, and coldness.
"Come out!"
Her voice was cold and majestic, and the phantom of the angel behind her trembled slightly, as if responding to her will.
Roar—!
In the darkness, a pair of scarlet pupils suddenly opened.
Immediately after, a huge figure slowly walked out from the darkness.
It was a pitch-black giant tiger, three times the size of an ordinary tiger-type Soul Beast, its whole body covered in knotted muscles, its lines filled with an explosive sense of power.
On its back grew a pair of equally pitch-black feathered wings, and its whole body was wrapped in thick black mist, like a layer of soft armor covering its body surface.
Most eye-catching was the tail behind it, composed of countless bone joints, with a huge barb at the end, flickering with a cold, ghostly light in the darkness.
It raised its head to stare at Qian Renxue in the air, emitting a low hiss from its throat.
There was not a shred of fear in that roar; instead, it revealed a hint of... greed.
It could feel that the human in front of it possessed power that made it drool.
If it could swallow her, the benefits obtained would be immeasurable.
Qian Renxue's pupils shrank suddenly.
As the Young Lord of Spirit Hall, her knowledge of Soul Beasts naturally far exceeded that of ordinary people, so the moment she saw this giant tiger, she already knew the name of this Soul Beast.
Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger.
This thing actually existed.
And the one in front of her... its cultivation definitely exceeded forty thousand years.
Troublesome!
Just as her thoughts raced, the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger moved first.
It raised a front paw, and a point of black light lit up on the tip of its claw.
Swoosh!
The black light shot out.
Qian Renxue's hair stood on end, and she instinctively dodged to the side.
The black light grazed her shoulder and shot into the dense forest behind her.
Boom!
With a loud noise, the dense forest behind her seemed to have been split open by an invisible sharp blade, and large swathes of trees fell to the ground in unison.
Even more terrifying was that the broken parts of the trees were being corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually leaving only a pool of foul-smelling black water.
Qian Renxue's expression changed.
This casual strike was already close to the level of a Titled Douluo.
"Young Lord, step back!"
A figure landed in front of Qian Renxue.
Snake Lance Douluo held the Snake Lance, with nine Soul Rings—two yellow, three purple, four black—circling his body, and the aura of a Titled Douluo was released without reservation.
He stared fixedly at the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger, his expression grave to the extreme.
Elder Yu Long did not recognize the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger, but instinctively felt something was wrong from the attack just now.
This was definitely not the standard that a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Beast should have.
Facing a Titled Douluo, the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger did not retreat, but instead opened its mouth, revealing its white fangs.
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