347 Evil Spirit Host Zhao Ling

At noon, the scorching sun shines through the white clouds in the sky. A group of five white geese fly among the majestic and beautiful mountains. A breeze blows on the western cliffs. An owl stretches its head out to look around and makes a cooing sound.

Three bodies were hanging on the protruding rocks on the edge of the cliff. A group of vultures were gnawing at their bodies. A disheveled man was sitting cross-legged beside them, with tattered white armor fluttering in the breeze.

Three groups of gray aura emerged from the corpse and entered the man's body. The strong wind in the air woke the man up. The man smiled slightly, slowly stood up and looked up at the sky above the cliff.

A white tiger with purple flames fell down, and Long Yu was suddenly braked by the white tiger and almost fell off the cliff. The masked man turned over and jumped off the white tiger, looking down at the edge of the cliff, his right hand trembling slightly, and a stone rolled