Chapter 1890： White Tiger Mark (1/2)

Then a drop of blood exuding black murderous aura floated out of the eyebrows of the white tiger holy spirit, and then moved slowly towards the two of them together.

The White Tiger Holy Spirit is not a single-attribute Holy Spirit. On the surface, she is a light-attributed Holy Spirit, but in fact, she has hidden dark attributes...

The light element allows Baihu's holy spirit to have the power of killing gods, while the dark element allows her to be unpredictable in her body like a ghost.

It is precisely because of these two powers that Baihu Holy Spirit possesses the unpredictable deterrent power of the gods and demons, and the two are indispensable!

In an instant, two different drops of white tiger real blood mixed together, but they didn't really merge together, instead they kept spinning.

The mysterious and unpredictable white tiger formation gradually appeared on the ground below Feng Yixiu and the end of summer in the East. The clear sky that had just been cloudless turned into dark clouds in an instant, and the white thunder was tumbling, and the interweaving seemed to form a sense of oppression. Full of white tiger pattern!

When the Baihu Holy Spirit finished all of this, she had just been alive and alive, and she instantly became a lot older and weaker, and it even seemed a little difficult to even stand...

”Children, this is all I can do for you. These two drops of true blood contain all of my power. I hope my power will help you.” Baihu Holy Spirit has been completely unable to stand. It could only be lying on the side weakly, looking at the two men nervously.

At this time, Feng Yixiu and Dongfangxia are experiencing severe pain. The white tiger's evil spirit is like a knife with a handle, cutting their bodies frantically, then drilling in through their skins, and then raging crazily in their bodies. With.

Although this painful wind Yixiu has experienced many times, the pain this time still made him almost fainted.

The power of the white tiger's true blood was too overbearing compared to the other true blood of the holy spirit, and Feng Yixiu did not experience such severe pain when he was baptized with the true blood of the Azure Dragon and the true blood of Xuanwu.

Feng Yixiu, as a source warrior with the thunder attribute, possesses strong thunder resistance. When he was baptized by the thunder of the Azure Dragon's true blood, although he felt abnormal pain, he did not have this kind of scraping pain.

This kind of pain is not only the pain on the physical body, but also the oppression on the soul level.

If it weren’t for both Feng Yixiu’s and Dongfang’s late summer’s high mental powers, I’m afraid it might be lost on the spot!

The Baptism of Xuanwu True Blood should be considered milder. Apart from feeling that the bones and muscles are being violently endured, there is no such deep pain in the soul...

At the end of Dongfang Xia's face, even though he was originally a source martial artist with both light and dark elements, her physical fitness was much worse than Feng Yixiu's.

The intense pain caused Dongfang Xia's whole body to tremble violently, the cold sweat had already cleared her clothes, she was struggling to support it with perseverance alone!

”Don't be too reluctant... If you really can't hold it, you can give up on your own initiative. There is no need to absorb all the true blood of the white tiger.” Baihu Holy Spirit was also afraid of being too aggressive at the end of Eastern Summer, and said.

”It doesn't matter... I can still hold on!”

In the late summer of the East, she clenched her fists, but from the trembling voice, she could tell that she was about to reach her limit.

However, whenever Baihu Holy Spirit thought that Dongfang was about to faint in the end of summer, she miraculously persisted.

It wasn't until a touch of red blood overflowed from the corner of Dongfang's mouth at the end of summer that Baihu Holy Spirit didn't understand how Dongfang's end of summer persisted.

At the end of Eastern Summer, he was still awake by biting his tongue, even if his mouth was full of blood, he would not let go...