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"squeak--"

The racing motorcycle suddenly turned a corner and almost rolled over. The little white tiger just got out of the back seat and before it could stand still, it fell into Yi Ling's cassock, like a little seal that overturned the car. The tiger's claws were very strong. He was fluttering about, but he remembered not to scratch Yi Ling's clothes. He didn't stretch out his paws, and the flesh pads were patted here and there, which made him look a little embarrassed and cute. The cute Yi Ling's hands were itchy.

It must be impossible for him to overturn. With a clever twist of his wrist, the motorcycle turned back and continued to drive towards the village. The wild road was very bumpy. The motorcycle often jumped off the ground and then landed with a thud. Everyone was shocked by the bumps. You have to fly out of the car, not to mention the little white tiger that hasn't been worked out yet. The cassock was blown by the wind, and soon the little white tiger was completely wrapped in it.

Worried about affecting Yi Ling's ability to drive a motorcycle, An Xuefeng stopped fussing and just kept it wrapped. Unexpectedly, within a few minutes, it felt a hand come over and rub it through the cassock.

Yi Ling is actually driving with one hand!

In this wilderness! How long has he been exposed to motorcycles? Now he dares to drive with one hand, and his life is in danger!

"Woo!"

Across the cassock, the little white tiger bit Yi Ling's finger in warning, neither lightly nor severely. But Yi Ling couldn't feel the pain. Instead of restraining himself, he went even further and gently broke the tiger's teeth and crushed the tip of its tongue until An Xuefeng shrank his head in alarm and closed his mouth tightly. The whole tiger was firmly Shrinking in Yi Ling's arms, he made no further moves, just stroking the tiger balls in his cassock, feeling good.

An Xuefeng could have turned into a little tiger, but this was because he had better control over the power of the white tiger and could control it more freely. The ability to increase and decrease one's strength is a very impressive improvement. Yi Ling thinks this is related to the jade order that most likely represents the mountain god or the chieftain king. An Xuefeng accepted the jade order and carried out the mission, and he and Lin Jun, who had extremely pure blood deep in Wuluo Mountain, vaguely established a connection.

The villagers of Zhimata recognized him as a white tiger, and the chieftain king, who had the purest and most powerful blood at that time, recognized him as a white tiger. The effect was completely different.

If An Xuefeng can really drive away the Salt God - kill the Salt God, his strength will be further improved. In a sense, this can be regarded as a repeat of the history of Shi Linjun (the one who transformed into a white tiger after his death).

Yi Ling drove as fast as he could with one hand, stroking the warm and heavy Hu Qiu in his arms with one hand and another, thinking in his mind.

If An Xuefeng could really obtain the identity of the original Linjun, it would be interesting to face the person in the tomb of the Tusi King.

Will those armies with mountains of corpses in the tomb listen to the white tiger or the chieftain king?

If you can gain control of the Tusi King's tomb, you should have more trump cards when facing the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain.

While he was thinking about it, Yi Ling suddenly moved slightly, as if he was listening to something. Then he raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and tugged at the tiger hair across his cassock in a good mood.

"Caught a fish."

He chuckled, his voice carried away by the cold wind.

Yi Ling drove his motorcycle and took An Xuefeng away first, with corn shoots following under the dirt to escort them, but in fact he left Die Da parked next to the Tianci Tomb, waiting quietly.

Sure enough, half an hour after they left, a blue-white and swollen floating corpse quietly surfaced and climbed onto the shore. From crawling to standing up, some soft, broken, rotten flesh and swollen skin fell off from the floating corpse and rotted on the river beach. More rotten flesh fell off, and the bones of the floating corpse were faintly exposed from the holes where the flesh was missing. Those were not the bones of normal people. . Die Da flew over leisurely, like a white flower floating in the air. Through Die Da's eyes, Yi Ling saw golden light emerging from the rotten flesh.

The bones of the floating corpse turned out to be golden! As if made of gold, it is incredible that this kind of bone can still move freely. But soon Yi Zero knew why - as the floating corpse walked faster, almost all the rotten flesh on its legs fell off, revealing the golden leg bones and toes, and the joints were covered with gray-white salt layers, like individual The movable ball hoops the joints, allowing it to move more flexibly after throwing away the carrion, and its running speed becomes faster, chasing after them from a distance with a very clear goal.

Sure enough, it is related to the Salt God.

Yi Ling thought to himself, thinking of the skeletons with gold inside that they collected underwater. If those stone figurines can be considered dead soldiers guarding the copper coffin, soldiers and subordinates, then the skeleton with gold embedded in it should have a higher status than them. It may be a direct bloodline of the zombies in the copper coffin in the past, or a wizard under his command. them.

But when they were underwater, the black liquid in the eyes of the stone figurines posed a great danger to An Xuefeng, but the skulls embedded with gold never responded. They were packed in waterproof bags by Yi Ling and are still piled up. On a motorcycle luggage rack. This is actually a bit strange.

Now it seems that this floating corpse with rotten flesh and golden bones is probably the leader of those golden skeletons. It's just that it was polluted and controlled by the Salt God, and even the gold-embedded skulls did not play their intended role - no wonder the Salt God was able to escape the escort of the copper coffin zombies. Gold can resist the pollution and corrosion of salt. Perhaps these gold-embedded skeletons may have been the main force of the copper coffin zombies to guard the Salt God. Who knows when this floating corpse with all gold bones was corroded and controlled by the Salt God.

Is it because it had meat on it that was contaminated by the Salt God and turned into bacon? It ran away with the bones and then gradually penetrated into the bones?

In any case, the salt chunks on this golden bone are most likely part of the body of the Salt God! Yi Ling made some calculations and felt that he could at least get the limbs of the Salt God, and he suddenly felt very energetic.

Zhimata Village has the Eye of the Salt God, and there may be some remaining Salt Gods in the village where Bai Feibai and the others go. If you do the math, they will almost have all the Salt Gods. It would be much easier to kill the Salt God in this way. It would be troublesome if he scattered his body parts everywhere.

"really not bad."

Yi Ling smiled and ordered Die Da to chase the floating corpse at a constant distance and not to be discovered by it. He stopped the car and took out the bandage covering his eyes from his cassock - he originally thought it was annoying to wear something on his face, but since it was just him and An Xuefeng, he simply didn't wear it. As a result, the cold wind blowing along the way made my face stiff. The motorcycle borrowed from the villagers did not have a helmet and could not block it at all.

Just cover your face with a bandage.

"Huh? Sleeping?"

Yi Ling put the strap in his arms and wrapped it around the little white tiger while the car was bumpy and tossing. He took the little white tiger out and was surprised to find that it fell asleep. The tip of the pink nose was breathing hot air, and the tip of the tail was trembling, as if he was not sleeping peacefully. He was not very happy when he was taken out of his arms, and his round and strong head arched into Yi Ling's hand.

I really don’t have the slightest bit of caution.

Yi Lingqu raised his fingers and rubbed the little white tiger's chin, then touched its throat with his fingers. Listening to the little white tiger's snoring in his sleep, his alert body relaxed and stretched. He stretched out his front paws and yawned. The petals of the tiger's claws open like flowers.

He might be able to break the little tiger's neck now. Yi Ling thought to himself that he could feel that An Xuefeng's power had converged to the extreme, and the one nestled in his arms looked like a real ordinary white tiger cub. Little tiger cubs are not too dangerous to ordinary people, let alone in Yi Ling's hands. As long as the corn shoots have tentacles, they can be easily crushed.

"That's weird. You shouldn't have lost your guard so quickly."

Yi Ling tapped the tip of the little tiger's nose, put it between his legs, and carefully wrapped the straps around his entire face.

It was a bit strange for An Xuefeng to come up from Tianci Tomb.

I have sexual desire due to appetite, and it can be said that the basic needs are the same. But Yi Ling didn't expect An Xuefeng to be seduced by him.

Is it the impact of pollution?

That white ball?

"It seems we have to speed up."

Yi Ling muttered to himself, wrapped his face, stuffed the little white tiger back into his arms, and started the motorcycle again. An Xuefeng was like a towering mountain when he was next to his companions, which should have helped stimulate his willpower and allow him to recover faster.

"Buzz-"

The high-speed spinning wheels of the motorcycle rolled over the dead grass and rushed forward at a very fast speed, arriving at the village in no time.

The little white tiger curled up into a ball fell asleep in Yi Ling's arms. This visit to Tianci's tomb brought a lot of pollution. The most troublesome was the time when he personally took the white ball. Even though he and Yi Ling were relieved a little, The remaining pollution remains stubbornly bad. He was able to become the little white tiger because he had deeper control over the power of the white tiger, but he also tried his best to condense his power and concentrate on dealing with the pollution.

In the dream, there were bizarre visions and auditory hallucinations. Sometimes he seemed to be flying in the sky, sometimes falling into the deep sea, sometimes chasing butterflies, and sometimes fighting the sun. The blue-purple butterfly sometimes turned into a white cat with blue eyes, looking at him slyly and cutely, and hooked his fingers with its tail. Occasionally he would look like Yi Ling, but he would grow demonic horned bat wings, and he would raise his head and smile provocatively at him. But the images that flashed through were not all good. An Xuefeng occasionally dreamed of teammates' corpses piled into a pyramid, and blood flowing like the Nile under the red setting sun.

No one knows that the pyramid was not originally made of sandy-yellow stones. It also had a layer of limestone as pure white as snow. Only the spire was golden, and the rest was white, like a white-capped snow-capped mountain under the sunlight. The golden summit of the snow-capped mountains is breathtaking. And when the corpses of his companions were piled on top, even the limestone was stained with blood.

The bloody smell blown by the wind and sand made people suffocate as if they had fallen into the deep sea. He did indeed fall into the deep sea. At the bottom of the sea where he could not see his fingers, the Atlantean clams would open their thick shells during the full moon, and the orbs would swallow the moonlight. The essence, the gleaming white light is like phosphorous fire, vaguely illuminating the Daxi continent sinking into the sea. When the deep blue and icy water was dyed with the blood of his companions, this former utopia seemed to An Xuefeng to be no different than a tomb. Like the pyramid, it was a place where the lives of his companions were buried.

Can't stop, can't stop, keep going, try every means - The little white tiger in his sleep is restless, kicking his legs and biting his own tail. Ahead is a bloody darkness with no end. But when it breathed rapidly and smelled Yi Ling's breath, it was like an extra butterfly flying in the darkness, flying in front of it, its posture was graceful and moving, but not ethereal.

The butterfly sometimes landed on the tip of its nose and sometimes flew in front, making the darkness no longer look so hopeless and injecting inexhaustible motivation into An Xuefeng.

But the sweet dream of walking with butterflies soon changed to something else. When An Xuefeng woke up from his dream, he finally dreamed that he was fighting a big cat with a scythe in its teeth, causing the hair to fly everywhere. In the dream, the white tiger was worried that his hair was bald and thick, so he would not be liked by butterflies. An Xuefeng woke up with this heavy heart.

After waking up, he found several enlarged human faces in front of him. They were all gray and covered in mud, as if they had fallen into a mud puddle. Their faces were full of excitement. The fat face was the most conspicuous. When he spoke, the dried mud on his face rushed away. Fall down. Wang Pengpai said excitedly: "Captain An, Captain An, you finally woke up!"

"Why have you turned into a little tiger!"