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The White Tiger was still on its last breath as it watched the trees in the forest swiftly pass by. It was being pinched under his arm as it rapidly dashed. Ling Hao didn't dare fly high, afraid that the sky ferry Zen Master would catch up.

"Brat, who exactly are you? Why did you save me?" The White Tiger's breath was erratic.

Ling Hao did not say anything, continuing to carry it as fast as he could until he arrived at a nameless cave. He put it down, then found some firewood and started a fire.

"This White Tiger is the descendant of an ancient God Beast. If I take out its beast core, my cultivation will definitely soar!"

"That way, I can quickly go to the Ten Thousand Devil School." Ling Hao's eyes flashed with a brilliant light as he looked at the white tiger lying on the straw.

At this moment, a faint Buddhist chant could be heard from outside.

Ling Hao was stunned. Could it be that he was the aerial ferryman's Zen Master?

Impossible!

With how secretive he was, how could he possibly be overtaken?

Ling Hao had been running with the White Tiger for an entire day. If the Ascendant wanted to catch up to him, he would have already done so. How could he just come in at this time?

After all, the Zen Master of the Crossing Sun was not at the Sun and Moon Realm, but at a higher level.

Even this White Tiger whose aura was fading had a deep cultivation.

Ling Hao held his breath and walked forward.

He wanted to see who was outside.

"Senior Brother, we've been tired all day, but we still haven't found that boy!"

His voice contained a hint of impatience.

"Junior brother, we two don't need to complain. Since it's a message from Zen Master, there's nothing we can do."

The two of them were disciples of the Spirit Mountain Temple, monks.

One was called Doyen, the other was called Doyen.

They were doing things outside of the Spirit Mountain Temple, and all of them wanted to search for the white-clothed youth and the heavily injured White Tiger.

The two had exquisite Buddhist arts. They had clairvoyant abilities, as well as the ability of the Ear of the Zephyr.

Ling Hao was slightly anxious. These two people were obviously here for him. This cave was so small, if the two of them came in, there would be no place for him to hide.

Thinking up to here, Ling Hao grabbed the White Tiger and rushed out of the door like a gale.

Daoyin and Daoyan only felt a cold wind brush against their faces, causing them to be greatly shocked.

"It's that kid." Dao Yin watched as the nimble figure of Ling Hao ran into the forest in the blink of an eye. "Junior Brother, you can't let him run away, or else you won't be able to report it!"

"Chase!" Monk Daoyan gently waved his hand and the golden buddhist beads immediately grew larger. The two of them stepped on it and rushed towards Ling Hao's direction.

Above the sky, white clouds floated about.

Although he was holding onto the White Tiger, Ling Hao's flying speed was not slow.

"Don't go." As for Dao Yin, he was a seventh level Manifestation stage practitioner. His strength, speed, or divine abilities were all transcendent.

The two of them got closer and closer to Ling Hao.

Sweat trickled down from the center of their eyebrows. The cultivation bases of these two were four levels higher than his. If they fought head on, they definitely wouldn't be able to take advantage of him. What should they do?

Ling Hao's speed became faster and faster.

The tiger's deep voice rang out from under his arm, "Brat, Tiger Lord owes you this favor. Put me down and run for your life. You are not their match."

Although the White Tiger was a demon beast, it could still be considered to be loyal. When it saw Ling Hao saving it under the hands of the Ascending Buddhist Master, its heart was already filled with gratitude.

"Leave me and go!" I won't be able to live much longer anyway. "

The White Tiger knew that if it was Ling Hao alone, it might be able to escape.

It was obviously impossible for a man and a monster to be together.

What's more, these two monks were here for him.

Ling Hao had a complicated feeling in his heart as he thought to himself: "I had originally wanted to obtain this beast core, so that my cultivation would greatly increase. However, this way of doing things actually makes me feel a bit ashamed. "

"Put me down and leave quickly." The White Tiger mumbled to itself. Its internal organs had been shattered by the palm strike of the Ascendant, and its eyes were deathly still.

It was obvious that it knew it would not be able to survive. If it still wanted to drag a human who saved it to die before it died, the White Tiger wouldn't be willing to die like this.

"Shut up!" Ling Hao coldly snorted and threw a pill into its mouth. He saw the White Tiger's expression gradually improve.

This pill was called the Life and Death Pill, and it allowed the body to be brimming with life force.

Currently, Ling Hao could only use teleportation, but this sacred art consumed too much true essence, and could even draw out a bit of a cultivator's life force.

He could not think too much about it. The two monks were about to catch up.

Ling Hao's two hands formed a seal as a strange light rushed out from the center of his palms.

Disappeared.

"What's going on?" Daoyin stared at her blankly.

"Where is he?"

Daoyan had an expression of disbelief.

A living person had disappeared just like that.

"To heaven and earth, I want to find you too!" Doyen shouted coldly, his anger soaring to the skies.

If the two of them really did not bring Ling Hao and the White Tiger back, then it was inevitable that they would anger Zen Master Ascending.

Next to a small stream, the sound of flowing water could be heard.

There was a person lying on the cobblestone. It was clearly a young boy's figure, but his hair was a mix of black and white.

The White Tiger stood there, the injuries on its body recovering a lot. Looking at the white-clothed youth lying on the ground, the White Tiger turned into a burly man, wearing a white marten skin.

Seeing the youth's fingers slightly tremble, the White Tiger was ecstatic.

"Hey, hey, kid, wake up." The White Tiger turned Ling Hao over and slapped his face.

Opening his eyes and looking at the person in front of him, Ling Hao was able to tell with a single glance that this was the transformation of a White Tiger.

In a day, he had used teleportation twice. It had consumed too much true essence, so a portion of his life force had been extracted. Only then did Ling Hao's hair begin to intersect.