Just as Zhang Xing was about to investigate the blood-red space further.
Suddenly!
A blood-red shadow as large as a mountain slowly appeared in the air.
Zhang Xing's expression froze.
"What is that?"
"It seems to be moving."
Zhang Xing's Divine Telekinesis did not dare to approach it because he felt a trace of danger from this unknown object.
A moment later.
Zhang Xing circled around the object.
He saw a head the size of a small hill, thick limbs, and a long tail.
The most conspicuous thing was the faint "King" character in the middle of its forehead.
"This is a huge sleeping tiger!"
Zhang Xing was shocked.
"With every breath he takes, he draws on the huge formation outside.
It seems that the bloody aura absorbed by the formation is providing nutrients for it! "
Seeing this shocking scene, Zhang Xing fell into deep thought.
Ever since he became a true disciple, he learned some secrets of the White Tiger Sect.
It was said that the White Tiger Sect had a Divine Guardian Beast of the Divine Realm called the Diamond Tiger King.
It was stronger than the sect master.
Could this be the Divine Guardian Beast?
However, according to the records, the Tiger King Divine Beast's fur was orange.
But now, it was blood-red.
Based on his experience, Zhang Xing felt that there must be something wrong.
Perhaps all of this had something to do with the mysterious sect master.
Zhang Xing's Divine Soul only paused for a moment before leaving the Diamond Tiger King.
He flew in the direction where he met the sect master based on his intuition.
However, he had been away from the sect for a long time, but he still did not feel the evil and bloody aura of murder.
"It seems that the sect master's hiding place is extremely well hidden. It would be difficult to find him if he didn't teleport in a specific direction."
Zhang Xing returned to his cave abode.
The body below had already turned into a bloody mist.
But it did not dissipate.
"Return!
Reset! "
Zhang Xing's Divine Telekinesis moved …
At this time, the onlookers already thought that Zhang Xing was dead.
They all shook their heads in pity.
"Let's go!
Sigh!
What a pity! "
Some people turned around and left in twos and threes.
There was still a portion of people who refused to leave.
They were all diehard fans of Zhang Xing.
"This is impossible!
Zhang Xing won't die! "
"I don't believe it!
How could he have died?! "
"Zhang Xing is immortal. He is a god!"
"Wu …"
Their faces were filled with sorrow, and some of them couldn't help but cry.
In particular, the expeditionary army soldiers brought back by Zhang Xing cried the hardest.
"I'm not dead. You don't have to be so sad!"
Just as they were heartbroken, a faint voice spread through the sky.
Whether it was those who were leaving, those who were grieving, or those who had cold smiles on their faces, they were all stunned.
"Who?
Who's talking? "
They could tell that it was Zhang Xing's voice, but they couldn't believe it.
"Look!"
Someone pointed at the bloody mist that Zhang Xing had exploded and exclaimed.
Two feet appeared below the blood mist.
And they were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhang Xing's two legs appeared.
Then, it was his waist, chest, neck, and head.
"Oh my god!
Lord Zhang Xing is alive! "
Everyone around was stunned and stood rooted to the ground in shock.
'This can't be real, right?'
This time, it was the people who were hostile to Zhang Xing who couldn't believe it.
How was this possible? A person could still recover after exploding into a rain of blood. This was too unbelievable.
"He has become a god!"
When Mo Xi saw this scene, his heart was filled with mixed feelings, and he was filled with emotion.