Fantasy: Starting from the Nine Crowns

"Don't worry, just go fight." Qin Yuntian smiled at Zhuhu. This action alone made Zhuhu feel grateful, knowing that in this world of monsters and monsters, powerful monsters would not care about the feelings of little monsters at all, and it was common to kill them casually.

Zhu Hu obliged to rush up. After he met Qin Yuntian, the more he showed his loyalty, the better the monster would be to him. Wouldn't that mean that he will be soaring in the future?

So he fought even harder, and for a while, due to psychological factors, he was able to fight on a par with the black bear.

Qin Yuntian saw the candle tiger's thoughts, and laughed secretly in his heart, if he had been loyal all the time, then his dream would indeed come true, and what he gave him would only be more or less.

12 But if he knew that he was a human cultivator, he would not hesitate to take action against him for the great vengeance of life and death, that would be a pity.

The black bear roared loudly, and the power of the bloodline was fully activated, turning it into its body, with a height of a hundred meters, reaching out and uprooting the trees above the large area, smashing it down at the candle tiger.

The power was overwhelming, and Zhu Hu did not dare to resist, and quickly turned into his body, using his own speed advantage to dodge, but he was still injured.

The difference in strength was inevitable. The black bear was a descendant of the Heavenly Bear and had the blood of a divine beast. It was fundamentally better than Zhuhu.

After all, monsters respect their strength, and even more respect their blood. The domination of the strong over the weak and the reverence of the weak for the strong are as deeply rooted in their hearts as the rules of the world.

Zhuhu didn't dare to be distracted any more, and concentrated on responding to the black bear's attack, but the fear in his heart still lingered, despite the promise of the big monster senior.

Forget it, if I die, I die, and if I live, it doesn’t matter. Rather than letting this black bear beat me to death, I might as well fight him with all my strength! The monster’s death may be lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai. !

Zhuhuhu's eyes suddenly became tenacious and overcame the fear of the black bear, even if he was a member of the Elders' Association who was not much higher than himself, even if he was a big monster with a stronger bloodline than himself.

Zhuhu released his signature flame, the flame was really powerful, but he chose the wrong target earlier, and when he met Qin Yuntian, everything would become illusory, so much so that Zhuhu doubted his own strength.

But now that flame finally released its true power, as soon as it touched the black bear, it felt like a stinging pain in his soul, as if it was swallowed and refined by something bit by bit.

Secondly, I felt the existence of the flame, burning my own fur, and it ignited. The fire was getting bigger and bigger along my back, and the double damage to the body and soul was not ordinary 207 pain.

Qin Yuntian watched silently from the side, and couldn't help nodding. It's good that this candle tiger can overcome the fear in his blood, just hope he won't waste his carefully cultivated.

The black bear rolled on the ground, but the flame lingered like a ghost, and it was like a shadow, but strength is strength after all. Those who can enter the elders' society must be the old monsters who survived the war. How could they be killed by this flame down?

Different from Qin Yuntian's random destruction, the black bear stimulated the power of the blood vessels, evoking the huge power contained in the body, and then extinguished the flame.

"It's a bit of a skill, but I see what means you have now."