The past.

Xia Jian lay on Xiaobai on his shoulder and climbed the familiar mountain again.

It was here that they went their separate ways, and they separated the yin and yang.

This is the final place to fight against those fake Taoists and barrier masters.

Although it ended in a crushing defeat...

It started drizzling in the gray sky.

But it cannot wash away the dry blood of countless animals that once stained the mountain with blood.

The breeze rustled the branches and leaves, as if the ghosts of the dead creatures were wailing.

At that time, the White Tiger Demon King resounded through the tiger roar over the forest.

Countless animals rushed from all over the forest, traveling through fire and water, and rushed into the formation set up by the barrier master without fear of death!

The King of the Forest who wants to rescue them!

But in the end, even though the corpses were everywhere and blood stained the mountain, they were unable to rescue the White Tiger Demon King.

The White Tiger Demon King and their corpses, the blood turned into nutrients, nourishing the land.

So the vegetation on this mountain is particularly lush, and the weeds are almost one person tall.

However, the old monster monkey would often visit the Tiger King's grave and clear a road to the grave.

Xia Jian took Xiaobai and followed the path in the bush to the grave of the White Tiger Demon King.

A small semicircular bulge made of gravel, a slightly flat stone slab is used as a tombstone, with some gradually rotting fruits and raw meat in front of it.

This is where Xia Jian buried the White Tiger Demon King.

This underground is buried with its incomplete corpse...

Xiaobai jumped off his shoulder and came to the White Tiger Demon King's wordless monument.

Tears and raindrops have long melted together, wetting the snow-white fluff on their faces.

It lay in front of the Tiger King's grave that died because of itself, sobbed, and couldn't say anything. It just kept murmuring me to see you.

Xia Jian stood silently, allowing the raindrops to slide down his temples.

In his hands, he was also carrying a bag of wild green plums.

This is what they often ate when they were practicing beside the waterfall.

Whenever Xiaobai picks these sour things to the point of being sour, he picks them up.

Xia Jian and Tiger King's expressions were involuntarily wearing the mask of pain.

But now I can't go back to that time...

The two of them stayed silently in front of the White Tiger Demon King's grave for a long time.

Until the heavy rain stopped, the dark clouds gradually dissipated and the sky cleared.

A ray of sunlight shone through the gaps of the dark clouds and on the bodies of the grave and the two of them.

It seems that the soul of the White Tiger Demon King is comforting them.

Suddenly, Xiaobai thought of something, turned his head and opened his eyes and said to Xia Jian: "It's the first time Brother Baihu died. Can he be resurrected by the Ten Thousand Years of the Snow Country?"

"How long has the White Tiger Demon King died? And his death was so miserable that he had only had a pair of dead bones left. The fur was probably corroded underground. No matter how great the tree demon had, he could not save a pair of bones."

Xia Jian sighed and said.

But he was stunned after saying this.

etc.

Rescue a pair of bones...

Didn’t I just recovered from the skeleton of the highly revived dragon and repaired and improved his body...

In addition, the sacrifice formations arranged by the court at that time were said to be able to resurrect the dead bones that had been dead for thousands of years.

I don’t have to think about finding the court to learn the sacrifice formation, and I have to spend a lot of lives to sacrifice.

But you can try your own resurrection magical power, to try whether you can restore the skeleton of the White Tiger Demon King to its original state.

Thinking of this, Xia Jian immediately looked around for something.

This made Xiaobai confused and asked in confusion: "What are you looking for?"

"Find something that can kill me."

Xia Jian said as he picked up a sharp stone from the ground.

Xiaobai felt incredible when he heard the words.

Was he crazy? Why did he suddenly seek death?

But it soon came back to its senses and thought of Xia Jian's revival magical powers.

It won't...

"You might be trying to recover from Brother Baihu's bones! Is this possible?" Xiaobai also asked excitedly.

"You'll know if you try it. Come on, you can kill me with this."

After Xia Jian said that, he handed the sharp stone in his hand to Xiaobai.

He also thought of committing suicide with the Eight Gate Dunjia.

However, after opening to the [Death Gate], it will cause huge damage to the surrounding area.

I was worried that the bones of the White Tiger Demon King would be smashed into powder and dissipated as soon as the wind blew. Then I would not be able to resurrect even if I had great skills...

If you stay away, you will be afraid that you will not know which corpse you will be resurrected randomly.

So just make it easier, Xia Jian asked Xiaobai to smash himself to death.

Anyway, I have died so many times and I have become numb.

The man becomes cruel and doesn't even let him go...

But Xiaobai couldn't do it either, although he knew that the other party had the magical powers of infinite resurrection.

But if you have to force yourself to smash someone you are familiar with, you will splatter your plasma, and no one can do it.

In the end, Xia Jian pinched his chin with one hand and grabbed the back of his head with the other.

Gripping your teeth, cruelty, and stomping your feet!

Click!

Xia Jian forced his head behind him, his neck was twisted into a twisted shape, and his pupils instantly dissipated!

After shaking the body that had lost its life characteristics twice.

He fell to the ground with a thud!

Although he knew that he had the ability to resurrection, Xiaobai was still very nervous when he watched the other party die in front of him.

I don’t know if it can be resurrected on Brother Baihu’s body.

Wait, isn’t Brother Baihu’s body still buried underground?!

What if Xia Jian really recovers after waiting, wouldn’t he be suffocated to death again?!

Thinking of this, Xiaobai hurriedly rushed to the White Tiger Demon King's grave and began to dig the soil with his claws!

Since it had just rained, the soil was wet and soft, and it was quickly dug out more than two meters deep.

Just as it struggled to swing its already injured claws and was about to continue digging.

puff!

Suddenly, a huge white tiger claw suddenly broke out of the ground!

The unexpected Xiaobai was startled and sat on the ground.

After reacting, it quickly stepped forward and grabbed the tiger's claws, dragging it out like pulling a radish!

Finally, a sturdy white figure suddenly rose from the soil and gasped heavily.

"Damn it, I'm so suffocating. I would have dug out this guy's bones first if I had known it."

...

Xiaobai looked at the complaining "White Tiger Demon King" in front of him, and while panting, he spitting out the soil from his mouth.

Although he knew that he was Xia Jian, he couldn't help but burst into tears and hugged him, holding this powerful body with attributes.
Chapter completed!