In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

"My king, you are so powerful, why don't you take that human as your pet?"

A little demon asked a question in a naive way.

"Good question."

The tiger demon slapped the ground on the top of the mountain with its broad claws, causing rocks to roll down.

Then he shook his head and sighed:

"Although the human race is strong, I still look down on them. The human race is physically weak and cannot withstand my beatings and conquests. They are far inferior to the monsters."

"Then may I ask, my great king, what is the name of the human race you mentioned?"

The tiger demon was immersed in the admiration of the little demon below when suddenly a question floated into his ears.

"That person, his name is Bai Wu, he is extremely talented, but unfortunately he still cannot resist the power of time.

Time rolls on like water, and the waves wash away all heroes. "

Bai Wu's face was a little dark.

This tiger is really good at talking. It would be a shame if he didn't become a storyteller in a teahouse.

Still a pet? ! !

It seems that Xiaoju will have the first pet in his cat life today. His eyes flashed a sharp look as he looked at Zhengming.

Zhengming finally reacted. He turned his huge tiger head and saw a strange human figure in front of the two humans in the distance.

Just one glance, and it lasts for ten thousand years!

Ahem, no.

Just one glance and Zhengming's pupils suddenly shrank.

This human may not look like Bai Wu, but the feeling he exudes from the inside out is exactly like Bai Wu from the cultivation world in a different skin.

He will never forget this feeling.

He immediately stood up, looked at the white fog with full vigilance, and roared:

"White mist?!"

"Oh, you can recognize this?"

"I'll recognize you even if you turn into ashes!"

The tiger demon was furious.

Bai Wu chuckled and took a step forward, causing the tiger to pause.

Then he seemed to react, and Zhengming looked at the white mist that had lost all its breath and smiled grimly.

“The steamed duck is mud.

Unfortunately, if you lose your natal flying sword, no matter how powerful you are, it will all be fake.

According to the two humans behind you, you seem to be only in the third realm now?

Then, how will you deal with me, who is in the middle stage of the third realm?"

Zhengming strides forward like a tiger, with his aura fully open!

The mountains and forests are roaring, welcoming their king!

"really?"

Bai Wu's eyes flashed, and a hint of sword intent was revealed.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire space was as solemn and grim as after autumn, with leaves withering, and a group of little demons were about to die as if their necks were strangled. The crow demon next to the wild boar demon was already soaked all over.

"Forehead......"

Zhengming blinked his eyes, and the sword intent swept lightly around him, causing his whole body to tremble, as if a thorn in his back or a fishbone stuck in his throat.

In short, he felt that his tiger mother was waving at him.

He flapped his wings on his back and left the ground.

The body is off the ground, but the IQ has taken over the high ground again.

His eyes became clear again and his face was grinning.

Damn it, Bai Wu’s cultivation might be gone, but his sword skills haven’t declined at all.

Looking at the white mist that had a sword in his hand, he quickly said:

"Ahem, Fellow Daoist Bai Wu, if you have something to say, let's talk it over. There's no need to be so violent."

Li Hua and Li Lei, who were standing behind Bai Wu, were stunned when they saw the tiger demon, which looked like two completely different tigers before and after.

Consultant Bai hasn't done anything yet, and the tiger demon has already surrendered?

Could this be the legendary way of winning people over with virtue?

Bai Wu didn't rush to swing his sword. He just drew a line in the space of the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Beasts, and a space crack appeared here. Through the crack, he could see the scene of the primeval forest outside.

The space here is almost overlapping and on the verge of breaking apart, so it is easy to cut through the space.

Seeing this scene, Zhengming was even more glad that he did not rashly take the initiative to attack the enemy.

"You two should go out first."

"Okay, Consultant Bai, please be careful."

The two brothers immediately left the secret realm.

The space closed, and Bai Wu looked at Zheng Ming with a slightly narrowed gaze.

"Tell me what happened in the cultivation world later."

Zheng Ming nodded.

As the founding beast of the Old Man Stream, he deeply understands what it means to enjoy something when you can't resist.

He looked at the little demon at the foot of the mountain:

"First, digest the Dao that I just passed on to you. I want to discuss Dao with this person."

"My king, this human looks powerful, you should capture him quickly."

There was a little demon shouting.

After hearing this, the word "king" on the tiger demon's forehead wrinkled into a ball.

Are you fucking dissatisfied with my skin? Do you want to turn me into a tiger-skin coat?

With a flick of his tail in the air, he directly knocked out ten meals of the old eight set meal from the little demon.

Without the backstabbing little demon, the tiger demon began to tell the history of the cultivation world without the white mist:

"...In the 2091st year of the cultivation calendar, the war between the human race and the demon race broke out again. The two sides fought for nearly five years, involving almost all the cultivators in the world.

Years of war have resulted in countless deaths and injuries among ordinary monsters and mortals. Some disaster beasts have been reborn from countless corpses and have the ability to control disasters and epidemics. Wherever they pass, epidemics break out and both humans and monsters are harmed.

The war in the world came to an end, but no one could do anything about the beast.

Finally, it was your nephew who asked your flying sword to kill the disaster beast, and at the same time killed the epidemic that was raging across the world, and the world was at peace..."

The tiger demon on the top of the mountain narrated and glanced at the calm white mist.

This is also the reason why he gave in when he saw Bai Wu draw his sword.

If a flying sword has such power, what kind of stunning sight will it be when he strikes out with the sword now?

Can't be bothered.

"... Later, your nephew died of old age, and the inheritance of Jianshou Peak was cut off. Your flying sword did not allow anyone to approach Jianshou Peak, and Jianshou Peak became a forbidden area..."

Zhengming said this while stealing a glance at the white fog.

He was very doubtful whether Bai Wu was dead or not at that time.

"... Later, the gods invaded the cultivation world, and the human race and the demon race stood on the same front for the first time. Unfortunately, the throne was unmatched, and the cultivation world was defeated. Most of the human and demon races became puppets who contributed their faith to Him. Then, there was me, who you see now..."

The tiger demon slowly recounted the subsequent history of the cultivation world.

When Bai Wu heard that gods had appeared in the world of cultivation, he finally understood why people from the world of cultivation appeared here.

"What about the life seeds born from the secret realm? Is that your arrangement?"

Bai Wu looked at the tiger demon.

"I don't know the fate of the seed."

Zhengming shook his tiger head to indicate that he didn't know.

Could it be that this life seed that can allow people to transform and revive the souls of these monks was born naturally?

That’s not right. Songfeng’s naturally awakened life seed was not produced by the secret realm, but it was also revived by Shicheng’s soul.

Bai Wu frowned, unable to sort out his thoughts.

If this is the layout of the throne, then Earth can be declared dead.

The gods are his people, and even the human bodies that fight for humanity are his people. Both sides are his people, so how can he fight?

"Bai Wu, how did you revive?"

There was curiosity in Zhengming's eyes. How could he recover in this world if he had not been exiled into space with them?