Douluo's martial soul swallows

The nine-headed lion was too tired, so Yang Chen took it away from the hill, found a hidden place, stopped, and made another plan. .

You can't stay on that hill. If these white tigers retreat, more powerful white tigers will definitely come.

He now also knew that he had stirred a hornet's nest. It turned out that the enemy of the little lion he killed was an extraordinary little white insect with a powerful family.

Moreover, it seems that his status in the family is so extraordinary that the White Tiger clan sent countless strong men to hunt him down.

Along the way, three more white tigers that were over ten thousand years old were killed. No matter how powerful this white tiger family was, they would not have all the white tigers that were over ten thousand years old, nor would there be countless of them.

For them, losing three elites who are more than years old is also a heart-breaking pain. This hatred has become too big and they cannot be harmonious.

It would be best to stay away from the forest area where the White Tiger family is, enter a forest area where they can't find it, or escape from the Star Dou Forest.

If it comes to escaping from the Star Dou Forest, Yang Chen is really reluctant to do so.

Now I only have seventeenth level soul power, and I still have three levels to go before I can reach level twenty and be promoted to a great soul master. There are so many resources here. If I leave, where can I find such good resources?

It's been less than two months since I broke up with Tang, and it's far from the three-month period. I grit my teeth and thought to myself that I'd better continue to stay in the Star Forest. However, it's best not to provoke these people who are more than ten thousand years old. I only look for soul beasts that are around a thousand years old.

Soul beasts that have been around for a thousand years, no matter what family they belong to, will not be the core force, nor will they form mortal enemies with these big families.

The plan was decided, and after consulting the nine lions, they found a direction and left.

The nine-headed lion originally wanted to go back to the forest and take over the kingdom of its mortal enemy, but now it doesn't dare to go back even if it is killed.

Like this human, it must have been blacklisted by the white tiger clan and included in a group that must be killed. Although it did not participate in the battle and was killed by this human evil star, it was an accomplice after all and was part of the same group.

I don’t know how many miles it went on after running wildly. It was already outside the range of the nine lions. If it went forward, it would not know where it was ahead.

The two of them were afraid of the White Tiger clan's revenge and kept going all the way. They just wanted to get far away from the forest area and out of the White Tiger clan's jurisdiction.

After walking for two days, I no longer saw any pursuers from the White Tiger clan. I felt calm and finally safe.

In the past two days, Yang Chen kept a much lower profile because he was just rushing on the road but was afraid of being exposed. He basically didn't kill any more animals.

During this period, only one three-hundred-year-old wild wolf was killed. It was not Yang Chen who took the initiative to kill it, but the wild wolf failed to see the situation clearly and actually wanted to eat Yang Chen and fell into the trap.

When the wild wolf pounced on Yang Chen, the nine lions on the side were very sad for him. Little wolf cub, god of death, butcher, you dare to offend him.

It's a blessing that he doesn't kill you. Didn't you see that I, the Golden Retriever Lion King, have all become his servants?

It's really self-inflicted.

Along the way, Yang Chen looked at the little one, Meier, in his arms from time to time.

It seems that since that day, her addiction to sleep has become even greater, and she never wakes up, as if she can't hear anything.

He looked at Mei'er's delicate little face and thought of her mother's perfectly charming face. He thought to himself, when she grows up, this little one will be as beautiful as her mother. She will enchant all living beings, and she will also have nine long tails.

Thinking of this poor little one, who had his soul taken away from him at such a young age, so that his soul was incomplete and he could not wake up all day long. I felt so sorry for him.

Since the first battle with White Tiger Xiaohua, Yang Chen had already obtained two canes and tied her in front of him in order to prevent Meier from falling.

On the third day, we came to a mountain forest. In this mountain forest, the trees were dense and tall. The forest seemed to be the kingdom of the white tiger and the little flower. There were a large number of soul beasts hidden there, and they could be seen everywhere that were more than a hundred years old.

Two hours after walking into the dense forest, Yang Chen couldn't bear it anymore. A bird was about to fade out of his mouth. He didn't kill the soul beast or devour the soul power for two or three days. It was really not a human life. If this continues, I will go crazy.

His addiction to devouring and upgrading started again. When he saw every soul beast that was over a hundred years old walking in front of him, his eyes lit up, his saliva drooled all over the floor, and he licked his lips endlessly.

If it weren't for the repeated reminders from the nine lions on the side, he would have been whipped to death and devoured.

After walking like this for half an hour, an eight-hundred-year-old goshawk suddenly swooped down from the top of a tree and pecked at Yang Chen.

The long beak kept enlarging, as if it wanted to swallow Yang Chen into its belly.

It turned out that the goshawk had already discovered the man and the lion, and had been watching the two human beasts from other places. It saw that the nine lions were full of vitality and powerful, far surpassing it, but the human was actually a small one. The soul master was a seventeenth-level soul master, so when the nine-headed lion was far away from the human being, he suddenly attacked him and wanted to swallow him.

Although the nine-headed lion is powerful, it is not a flying spirit beast and cannot fly into the air to chase it.

At this time, Yang Chen was enduring it again and again, gritting his teeth and feeling as uncomfortable as a volcano about to erupt. Such addiction would really kill people.

Unexpectedly, just when he couldn't bear it anymore, he suddenly felt that danger was coming. When his soul's perception swept away, he found a huge goshawk rushing toward him, opening its huge beak and trying to swallow him up.

Yang Chen shouted, "Well done."

The magic whip appeared in the air and struck at the goshawk.

Just when I was about to kill the beast, you came to my door.

The nine lions let out a cry, and another ignorant beast came looking for death. This man's addiction to killing animals is unbearable, but you come to provoke him. I'm afraid it's not your life that will be lost, but the lives of countless beasts. .

When the goshawk saw that this human was actually wielding a piece of foxtail grass and attacking it, it croaked loudly and seemed to be laughing at him. It did not avoid it and pecked it with its long beak.

But after hearing a thumping sound, the goshawk was hit by the fluffy foxtail grass, causing blood to spatter everywhere. It was torn into pieces, and no piece of its body could be completely connected anymore.

Yang Chen shouted "Swallow", and all the soul power of the goshawk was sucked into his body.

That wonderful long-lost feeling finally came back, and he couldn't help but let out a long roar, feeling comfortable everywhere in his body.

As soon as the nine-headed lions saw Yang Chen's high-spirited state, they knew that the soul beasts in this dense forest were in trouble again.

Sure enough, Yang Chen shouted, "Little lion, come here, take me forward and get some small beasts to sacrifice to my mouth."

The nine-headed lion let out a low cry and wanted to persuade him again, but Yang Chen opened his eyes, licked his lips and said, "Little lion, little yellow hair, why don't you want to?"

The nine-headed lion trembled all over, leaned down hurriedly, and rushed forward with him hunched over.

Yang Chen straddled the lion, holding the magic whip in his hand, and shouted, "Dear friends, I, Yang Chen, am bold by nature and like to make friends. I am new to this treasure land. I hope to make friends with everyone and have a good chat about my character."

The quiet forest was suddenly filled with commotion and noise.

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