Chapter 359: Evolution in Progress

Mo Qingkuang came to a sparsely populated forest outside Yanjing City.

This place is hundreds of miles away from the city, and few people come here. If there are some big movements, it is not easy to be detected.

Mo Fan cast his soul perception, and after confirming that it is safe, he signaled Mo Qingkuang to release the little white tiger, and he also showed up.

The little white tiger was very excited when it came out of the beast bag. In the past few days, it had eaten and drank well at the place of the fragrant sister, and many toys were prepared for it to play with.

It made it forget that it was a monster tiger, but instead looked like a cute kitten.

It jumped up Mo Qingkuang's shoulder and sat on his shoulder.

When he saw the illusory Mo Fan in the air, his eyes lit up and he excitedly "meowed".

Mo Fan was in a good mood when he saw this. The little white tiger was still very likable. Seeing it look carefree, it was very relaxing.

However, in the future, there is bound to be a difficult struggle history.

At Mo Fan's signal, Mo Qingkuang took out the ancestral elixir. The rich fragrance of the elixir filled the nasal cavity.

The little white tiger drooled a little when it smelled the fragrance, and its eyes were fixed on the jade box in Mo Qingkuang's hand.

Mo Fan waved his hand quickly and used his soul power to control the fragrance, so that it would not spread to a large area and cause unnecessary trouble.

The ancestral elixir is a ninth-grade elixir, and it is a ninth-grade elixir that helps monsters purify their blood. It has an unparalleled temptation for any monster.

If it is smelled by some high-level monsters living in the mountains and forests, they will definitely come to fight for it regardless of everything.

It will be troublesome if the noise is loud at that time.

"Ancestor, feed it directly?" Mo Qingkuang asked.

"Yes, eat it directly." Mo Fan nodded.

Mo Qingkuang heard the words and took the jade box to the licking dog. The licking dog's eyes widened and sniffed the rich fragrance deeply.

He also stretched out his little claws and gently fiddled with it, then looked at Mo Fan with a very humane and inquiring look.

Mo Fan smiled and nodded.

Seeing Mo Fan's agreement, the little white tiger did not hesitate, and rolled his pink little tongue and swallowed the longan-sized elixir into his mouth.

The elixir melted in his mouth, without bringing any taste enjoyment at all, and directly turned into pure energy and drilled into his body through the throat of the little white tiger.

The little white tiger smacked his lips and looked at Mo Fan blankly, seemingly without any reaction.

Then in the next moment, Mo Qingkuang felt his shoulder being scratched by the sharp claws.

The little white tiger made a strange sound of pain like "cuckoo", and its young body curled up into a ball, trembling slightly.

Mo Fan frowned slightly, feeling a little nervous.

The elixir is not 100% successful in purifying blood, and it can even be said that there is a great chance of failure.

You know, this is almost a reverse gene operation, a change of rebirth, the pain and danger in it are almost no less than going to the gates of hell.

It is no exaggeration to call it a life-or-death experience.

If you survive the transformation process, you will soar into the sky!

If you can't survive, your soul will be scattered.

Such pain is too cruel for a jade-forehead winged white tiger cub that is less than one year old.

But Mo Fan did not regret it. He believed that according to the original plot, this little white tiger belonged to Lin Yang, and it was successful.

Now it belongs to him, won't it be successful?

Another point is that although it is very sad for the little white tiger to endure such pain when it is less than one year old, the benefits after surviving it are also very great.

Because the younger the body is, the less developed it is, the more thorough the transformation of the bloodline by the ancestral elixir.

A jade-forehead winged white tiger cub that is less than one year old is only the strength of a first-level monster, and its intelligence is not yet complete, and the development of its original bloodline is not even one ten-thousandth of it.

Only when the transformation is successful under such circumstances can the blood be purified to the maximum extent.

This is the main reason why Lin Yang was able to successfully upgrade it to a holy beast in the original plot.

Mo Qingkuang was the most painful. Although the little tiger was weak, it was strong and had sharp claws. In extreme pain, it didn't care who was around.

He just scratched and bit, and soon Mo Qingkuang's shoulder was torn into a bloody mess.

But Mo Qingkuang didn't move. He didn't dare to move. He endured the pain, fearing that it would affect the evolution of the little white tiger.

Although he also regretted why he didn't put it on the ground and give it medicine, now was not the time to think about it.

Mo Fan also explained to him the danger of the ancestral elixir. If the little white tiger could really survive this disaster, what if it bit off this arm?

With his current wealth, it would be easy to buy a elixir for the regeneration of a broken limb, right?

However, his pain did not last long. Perhaps the spiritual energy contained in the ancestral elixir was too huge, and the body of the little white tiger expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It quickly grew from the size of two palms to the size of a calf.

As the size and mass increased, the small area on Mo Qingkuang's shoulder could not bear it. The little white tiger's claws grabbed a large piece of flesh and blood and slid down and fell to the ground.

Its body seemed to be inflated by an air pump, as if something was running wildly in its body and becoming swollen.

The "crunching" sound of the bone displacement was so painful that Mo Qingkuang did not even bother to take the healing elixir to treat his shoulder scratched by the little white tiger.

His eyes were fixed on the little white tiger, and he silently prayed for the little white tiger in his heart.

He didn't want to lose it. Whether it was the relationship cultivated over the past six months or the role that the little white tiger might play in the future, Mo Qingkuang didn't want to lose it.

The little white tiger's claws, which were getting longer and longer, scratched the ground with force. The fangs in its mouth also became much longer, biting tightly together, and a painful roar squeezed out of its throat.

This sound was no longer like a young tiger, but really like an adult beast.

The originally smooth and soft fur oozed terrifying blood, and it continued to expel black impurities. The two formed a black and red mixture that dissipated the snow-white fur and made it extremely eye-catching.

From Mo Fan's position, he also saw that the point on the forehead of the little white tiger, which symbolized its identity as a jade-winged white tiger, began to melt.

That point melted into a drop of white liquid, slowly sliding down its forehead, across its eyelids, across its nasal cavity, and then falling into its mouth.

The wings on the ribs of the little white tiger, which had not yet developed, suddenly burst into a cloud of blood mist, and two crystal bones stained with blood sprayed out from the body.

Mo Fan felt distressed for a while.

But at this moment, Mo Fan gradually put his mind at ease. The jade-forehead winged white tiger was originally very close to the blood of the mythical beast white tiger.

The biggest difference between them and the white tiger in appearance is the jade dot on the forehead and the wings on the ribs.

Now that the jade dot has melted into the body, the wing bones on the ribs have also been expelled from the body, proving that its physique is already approaching that of the white tiger.

As long as it can survive the next most important blood and marrow exchange stage without dying, it will be successful!