When Master Wang saw those blue lights moving towards him, he secretly increased his vigilance and said in his heart: What kind of monsters are these? Why can't I see them? Could it be Wong Tai Sin?

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" Wang Zhenren shouted loudly when he saw that the blue light was still more than ten meters away from him.

The blue light did not speak, but slowly moved towards the front of Master Wang and Thor, getting closer and closer.

Suddenly a blue light rose up into the sky and rushed towards Zhenren Wang's face. Wang Zhenren turned around and hit the blue light with a punch. Zhenren Wang felt his hand go soft. The blue light was suddenly hit, and in desperation he released a burst of smoke.

The smoke was so stinky that Zhenren Wang quickly covered his nose and mouth.

Master Wang understood that these were the group of weasels hiding in the mountains. Master Wang had seen weasels stealing chickens, but he had never seen such a bold weasel that dared to attack people. Seeing that something was wrong, he called the God of Thunder and turned around to hide behind a tombstone.

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"The damn weasel farted silently!" Thor said as he smelled a foul smell.

The group of weasels did not leave because Wang Zhenren was hiding, but instead surrounded the hiding place of Wang Zhenren and Thor. Seeing something bad, Wang Zhenren reached out and groped around him, hoping to find something to defend himself. Unexpectedly,

He actually managed to grab a wooden stick. Holding the stick tightly with both hands, he danced wildly at the charging weasel.

Under the sticks, a few of them were really hit by Zhenren Wang and fell to the ground screaming, while the rest were so frightened that they stopped attacking.

Wang Zhenren took a breath and realized that the weapon he grabbed in the dark was actually a mourning stick. He quickly threw it out and said, "It's really unlucky. Why is it such a thing?"

Thor teased: "You have become a filial son and grandson of that family!"

Master Wang said: "You don't take action, but you still laugh at my jokes."

Without their "weapons", the group of weasels surrounded them again. This time, the weasels learned the lesson and did not rush up to attack them. Instead, they turned their butts on them one by one and started to get angry.

Master Wang, God of Thunder, was so dizzy from the smell that he covered his nose and mouth and ran around in the cemetery. The group of weasels chased after him. Fortunately, no ghosts dared to block their way. Master Wang, God of Thunder, took advantage of

Ye Shi ran very fast, but the weasel was much faster than him.

Master Wang and the God of Thunder ran up to the top of a tall tomb, panting out of breath. Master Wang said: "God of Thunder, we can't run any longer. Take action quickly and get a few thunderbolts to blow them up."

The God of Thunder said: "I am so dizzy from their stench that I can no longer use my spiritual power."

The group of weasels had just suffered a loss, and when they saw Zhenren Wang stopped, they stopped and squatted around the big earthen tomb with a tense look.

Master Wang said: "You even destroyed other people's sports cars. Why can't you deal with these weasels at the critical moment?"

When the group of weasels saw Master Wang, the God of Thunder did not move. Under the leadership of a weasel all in white, the God of Thunder became angry at Master Wang again.

Now Wang Zhenren and Lei Shen were surrounded in the middle, with nowhere to escape. After holding on for a while, they were fainted from the smoke.

Seeing the two people fall down, the white weasel squeaked and called for all the weasels to jump up to the grave. One by one, it grabbed and bit the clothes of Zhenren Wang and Thor, and actually dragged them up and dragged them into a grave.

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I saw that the space in this tomb was very large, and a corridor led to the inside of the mountain. The corridor was scattered with white bones, and I didn’t know what kind of bones they were. There were several oil lamps flickering on the stone walls in the tomb, lighting up the tomb. The light inside is even scarier.

The weasels dragged the two of them deep into the stone tomb, where there was a sarcophagus. The lid of the coffin was made of a huge stone. It was separated from the sarcophagus for some unknown reason and lay next to the sarcophagus.

Sitting on a stone chair was an old man with white hair and a cane. He pointed at the lid of the sarcophagus with the cane in his hand. The group of weasels dragged Master Wang and Thor up, placed them firmly on top, and then squatted down one by one. In front of the old man, he looked respectfully at the silent old man.

Looking at the two people who fainted, the old man stepped down from the stone chair, slowly came to Zhenren Wang, and said to a large group of weasels: "My descendants, you are so lucky. These two people are exuding spiritual energy. Come around him and absorb a little bit of his spiritual energy, which is equivalent to your hundreds of years of cultivation. The people Boss Lin invited this time are really good. If our poisonous gas hadn't knocked them out, we really couldn't deal with them. "

Hearing what the old man said, all the weasels swarmed forward, rushing to lean on Master Wang and the God of Thunder to absorb the true energy of Master Wang and the God of Thunder.

After fainting, Wang Zhenren and Lei Shen felt itchy all over their bodies, and a group of soft things were running around on their bodies, but there was nothing they could do.

"I didn't expect that I had stayed on Longshan Mountain for hundreds of years and didn't find you hiding here." A gentle female voice came over.

The sound was not loud, but the power was not small. It frightened the group of weasels who were absorbing the energy of Zhenren Wang and Thunder God, and hid in all directions.

This made the woman in red laugh, and her laughter made people tremble more and more.

"You...you're still alive..." Although the white-haired old man didn't run away, his voice was obviously timid.

"Let them go, and I will spare your life." The woman in red said without any doubt.

"It seems that you have survived the thousand-year thunder tribulation and are already in the Immortal Class. I really should congratulate you!" said the white-haired old man.

"It seems that you still haven't remembered the lesson learned five hundred years ago. Then I will kill you today and eliminate this harm to the world." The woman in red said coldly.

The white-haired old man shouted: "Although you have become an immortal, I am not afraid of you, just line up!"

I saw waves of weasels of different sizes emerging from various holes. They were arranged side by side in front of the old man in a dense black mass, with their heads raised towards the woman in red.

"I haven't seen you for five hundred years. You have quite a lot of descendants. It just so happens that I have survived the thousand-year thunder tribulation and need a lot of nourishment. I have no choice but to accept the delicious food you brought to my door." The woman in red laughed, and the red light flashed. Became a spirit fox.

The red light flashed several times in the dark group of weasels, and the group of weasels fled in all directions. Those who fled slowly were bitten to death by the red fox. The scene was unbearable to witness.

The spirit fox turned back into a woman and said: "As long as I eat your heart, which has been cultivated for eight hundred years, my skills will be restored."

The white-haired old man had a fierce look in his eyes and said: "If you have the ability, come and get it. You have just survived a thousand-year thunder tribulation, and your skills are not much better than mine. It is not certain who will win." Before he finished speaking, he raised his crutch and said to him. The spirit fox flew over.

Linghu ducked sideways, flew forward, and attacked the white-haired old man with both palms.

The eight-hundred-year-old white-haired old man's skills were really impressive. He faced him with both palms without dodging, and actually forced Linghu to take a step back. Linghu was shocked and did not dare to fight head-on with the white-haired old man.

When the white-haired old man saw the spirit fox retreating, he chased after him quickly, forcing the spirit fox to take a few steps back.

The white-haired old man smiled proudly and said: "If I eat your heart, I won't have to go through the Thousand Years of Thunder Tribulation, and I can become an immortal directly."

The spirit fox was furious and said: "What a beautiful thought. You, a harmful weasel, still want to become an immortal. Go ahead and dream!"

After Linghu finished speaking, he drew a red light with his palms and struck at the white-haired old man.

Not to be outdone, the white-haired old man pushed out a white light with both palms to resist the red light of the spirit fox. These red and white lights were intertwined and flew up and down. This was due to their respective skills. The skills were consumed very quickly, and slowly the red light

and the white light have weakened.

The spirit fox retreated to the side of Wang Zhenren and Lei Shen to protect them. Both the spirit fox and the white-haired old man had practiced for thousands of years. The spirit fox survived the critical thousand-year thunder tribulation under the protection of Chen Yang.

After fighting for nearly a hundred rounds, the white-haired old man was gradually defeated. The spirit fox had obtained Chen Yang's ten thousand years of spiritual power and had already become an immortal. However, it was sent by Bixia Yuanjun to monitor the movements of the ghost gate. A few days ago, it was discovered that the ghost king had left.

, she followed them all the way here, but there was no trace of the Ghost King, so she stayed at the place where the Ghost King disappeared. Unexpectedly, she found the God of Thunder and Zhenren Wang, but there was no sound or shadow of Chen Yang, which made her a little disappointed.

Seeing that Lei Shen and Wang Zhenren were possessed by the weasel spirit, they followed them to rescue them.

Seeing that he was no match for the spirit fox, the white-haired old man squeaked. The weasels that had fled in panic ran back, surrounded the spirit fox again, and rushed forward to stop the spirit fox. The spirit fox fought for a long time.

, it consumes a lot of physical strength and mana, and I dare not underestimate the group fighting of this group of weasels with low cultivation level.
Chapter completed!