"Okay."
Dai Mobai smiled and fell from the sky.
He retracted his wings and landed on the soft soil beside Star-Moon Imperial Tiger.
The silver-white tiger fur was soaked in blood and stuck to the ground, glowing with a dull luster in the moonlight.
The huge Soul Beast was still panting weakly, the rise and fall of its chest becoming shallower and shallower, and every breath was accompanied by a tiny tremor.
The pair of silver-blue vertical pupils were half-closed, and the light in the pupils was gradually dwindling, but its body was still tense, and the muscles of its limbs were not completely relaxed, and it might make a final struggle at any time.
Dai Mobai raised his right hand and aimed his palm at Star-Moon Imperial Tiger's forehead.
Blood Demon Flame is activated, and the blood in Star-Moon Imperial Tiger's body is instantly ignited!
Dark red flames suddenly exploded from its body, like fiery snakes emerging from its blood vessels.
Dense dark red light spots first appeared on the surface of its fur. Those light spots were a sign of blood boiling, and each spot was rapidly expanding.
The next moment, flames spurted out from every pore, wrapping the entire tiger in a bloody curtain of fire.
It began to struggle violently, opening its mouth and roaring in pain.
The roar came out from deep in the chest, carrying Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's last vitality and all his unwillingness.
However, as soon as it opened its mouth, tongues of blood-red fire spurted out from its mouth, scorching the ground beneath it black!
Flames surged from the depths of its throat, instantly burning its vocal cords.
It could no longer make a complete roar, only the intermittent huffing and huffing sounds in its throat were left.
In just a few seconds, Star-Moon Imperial Tiger's huge body had been ignited by Blood Demon Flame.
Its body shrank little by little in the flames, gradually becoming smaller from a huge giant tiger.
Dai Zhenshan has transformed into a human form again. Standing not far away, he looks at Star-Moon Imperial Tiger who is shrinking little by little in the bloody flames with a look of astonishment on his face.
"You're so angry, boy!"
Dai Zhenshan's voice was a little hoarse, and he couldn't help but touch his throat when he spoke.
The burning sensation still made him, Titled Douluo, feel uncomfortable even from a distance of more than ten feet.
"Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's physical body can't bear it!"
He took a few steps back, hurriedly took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a few sips of strong wine to moisten his dry throat.
After the wine entered his throat, he felt that the burning sensation subsided slightly.
In the blink of an eye, Star-Moon Imperial Tiger's huge body had turned into black ash.
Only a pile of ashes about two meters high was left on the ground, with wisps of green smoke rising from the ashes.
When the wind blows, the ashes on the surface spread away, revealing the bottom layer that is still exuding dark red residual warmth.
The pile of ashes was much finer than ordinary ashes, with almost no particles visible, like powder that had been ground countless times.
Fine light spots flew out from the black ash.
They rose slowly in the air, becoming more and more dense, and finally gathered together, condensing into a scarlet Soul Ring about ten meters in diameter!
The Soul Ring is suspended in mid-air, with complex patterns flowing on the surface of the Soul Ring, spinning endlessly like a nebula.
The oppressive feeling it exuded made the surrounding air feel heavy, and all the vegetation within a radius of dozens of feet was bent.
"Mo Bai, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast must come out Soul Bone, look quickly, what Soul Bone comes out of this Star-Moon Imperial Tiger!"
Dai Zhenshan's eyes fell on the two-meter-high black ash, full of eagerness.
"Okay."
Dai Mobai nodded and slapped the pile of black ash.
Soul Power There was a strong wind in the rush.
The strong wind swept the ashes and scattered them around, leaving gray-white traces on the ground.
After the black ash dispersed, a warm piece of Soul Bone shining with silver appeared in front of the three of them.
"Mo Bai, you are so lucky, you are actually a rare piece of Head Soul Bone!"
Dai Zhenshan took a closer look and immediately showed a look of surprise and envy on his face. He couldn't help but lament Dai Mobai's luck.
Head Soul Bone is the rarest among the six Soul Bone, and the probability of being produced is much lower than that of the limbs and torso.
And the Head Soul Bone produced by Star-Moon Imperial Tiger is even more unheard of.
"It was just a fluke."
Dai Mobai smiled, pointed his palm at Head Soul Bone, and pulled Soul Power.
The piece of Soul Bone slowly rose from the ashes, drew a silver arc in the air, and landed steadily in the palm of his hand.
It feels warm in the hand, with a strange pulsating feeling, like holding a beating heart.
"I will absorb Soul Ring first, and leave the precautions to your uncle and Li Yue."
Dai Mobai took Soul Bone into Soul Tool, and his eyes fell on Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring floating in front of him again.
The scarlet Soul Ring floated quietly, exuding a heavy sense of oppression.
"Don't worry, Mo Bai. As long as I'm here, no one or Soul Beast will disturb you. Just feel free to absorb it."
Dai Zhenshan nodded and directly released his Titled Douluo aura.
Red-red Soul Power spurted out from his body, covering an area of 100 meters in radius.
Li Yue landed silently ten steps behind Dai Mobai, with his right hand on the short blade, his body half squatting, and his eyes scanning the surrounding darkness with vigilance.
Her breath was restrained to the extreme, and her whole person was like a shadow blending into the night.
A few minutes later, Dai Mobai improved his status to perfection.
He sat cross-legged on a flat rock, closed his eyes and concentrated, breathing evenly and long.
Soul Power slowly circulates in the meridians, adjusting the body and spirit to the best state.
A tiger roar sounded from within his body.
The whistle was deep and majestic, carrying the unique bright aura of Holy Light White Tiger.
The next second, Holy Light White Tiger Martial Soul was possessed.
While Soul Power was pulling, Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring in front of him was pulled and fell directly on Dai Mobai.
The blood-red ring instantly shrunk from several times the size of the water tank, like a living spiritual snake, quickly tightened around his body, and finally was firmly imprisoned between his waist and abdomen, looking like a solid ring carved from red agate.
The flowing lines on the surface of Soul Ring stuck to Dai Mobai's skin, and the light reflected on his robe, dyeing his whole body a dark red.
Before Dai Mobai could feel the magnificence of this Soul Ring, a majestic and massive amount of Soul Power poured into his body.
If the body of Dai Mobai is compared to a lake, then the size of Soul Power is like a giant ship of 10,000 tons!
The Soul Power poured out from the Soul Ring, like a torrent that broke a bank, pouring into his meridians with devastating power.
His meridian walls groaned slightly under the impact of Soul Power. Those originally tough and elastic meridian walls seemed fragile in the face of this force.
In an instant, the meridians in Dai Mobai's body and his body were full of cracks. Blood seeped from the cracks, instantly dyeing Dai Mobai's body red!
Blood seeped out of his pores and overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Dense dark red cracks appeared on the surface of his skin. Those cracks were like dry river beds, and blood was oozing out from each one.