C185 (1/2)

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.