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Even if you dodge the area covered by the stinky fart, the particles that are so small that they are difficult to detect with the naked eye still stick to the body. And as time goes by, the yellow stinky fart is still spreading rapidly in all directions.

"Treadmill Horse...... In the future, there will be weasels and labor, and labor will see one and kill another......"

Wang Lang was really mad, and the terrifying stench kept burrowing into his nostrils like maggots on tarsal bones. Even if he dodged the range of the stinky fart, even if he closed his mouth and pinched his nose, he still couldn't isolate it.

"Let's get through this first!"

Huang Qi shouted, shook his hand, and hit the weasel on the ground.

Unlike the one that attacked Wang Lang, this weasel can be said to be unlucky.

The so-called death before leaving the teacher is talking about a poor worm like it.

The heroic swoop of the dead was not exchanged for countless applause, nor the call of freedom and wildness, but a frenzied attack like death.

This weasel was half-struck by Wang Lang's two lightning charms, and after falling to the ground, he ushered in Chen Zhenguo's bench.

Although the weasel that has become a sperm is subject to the ontological reasons, and the physical strength is not up to the level of a zombie, it will not be stoned to death in one or two hits.

However, Huang Qi's old boy was very gloomy, and he dropped a thunderbolt charm in a few seconds, and the weasel immediately fell into convulsions again before he could recover from his paralysis. In addition, Chen Zhenguo next to him smashed the stool violently, and the weasel's body was soon blurred by the beating, and the canine teeth in his mouth were broken three times, and the blood was like a fountain "poof" coming out, and he was out of breath.

As for the weasel who attacked Wang Lang, the situation was much better, except that he successfully completed the weight loss plan by farting, but the yin and evil qi on his body was much weaker.

On the whole, I didn't suffer much loss, but I made a lot of money.

After all, a slender figure, whether it is a human or an animal, is very fond of it.

"Huang San! That's all you need! Anyway, it's also a demon spirit that can be compared to the realm of real people, and the special code will only use these indiscriminate things! ”

Wang Lang was born by Huang Sanqi's first Buddha and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and the terrible stench made his heavenly spirit cover almost fly, and now he feels that the whole person is confused.

"No matter what the means, the one that can kill the enemy is a good one!"

In the face of Wang Lang's angry scolding, Huang San was not only not ashamed, but proud of it.

Showing a smile full of sarcasm at Wang Lang, Huang San actually gave the order again regardless of the state of his subordinates at this time.

"Squeak Squeak......"

The shrill hiss was as terrible as a night owl in the darkness, and the weasel's body, which had only one breath left, involuntarily twitched twice, and the weasel that had successfully released the poisonous gas pounced again.

"Puff puff ......"

Three deadly serial farts squirted out like no money, and he saw the weasel go from slim to skinny, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Wang Lang was scared, this time he was really scared!

No discipline and no bottom line is no longer enough to describe Huang San, this guy is simply shameless to the extreme.

It's just a succession of temptations, and even such a disgusting thing as poison gas can be done.

"Let's go!"

Seeing the weasel's three deadly serial farts, Huang Qi suddenly panicked. roared at Wang Lang, turned around and ran out in the direction of the county road.

"Why run? Get ...... with me Dead ......"

Before Wang Lang's angry voice was finished, he suddenly went limp, and he fell directly to the ground.

The feeling of dizziness comes inexplicably, but it is extremely fast. From the appearance of vertigo to the time when he fell to the ground, it didn't even take three seconds before and after.

"Fart is poisonous?!"

Wang Lang stared at Huang San with a face full of horror and anger.

He tried to stand up, but he struggled with all his strength for a long time without success. The limbs are as soft as boiled noodles, and they can't exert their strength at all.

Not only that, the deadly serial farts have slowly spread over, Wang Lang wants to dodge, but now it is almost paralyzed, and he can only watch the yellow fart completely envelop himself.

"Shameless...... ...... vomit"

The "refreshing" stench was pervasive, and Wang Lang finally couldn't help it after holding it for more than a minute. As the smell penetrated his nose and into his lungs, Wang Lang felt as if his stomach was being clutched by a hand.

Convulsions, spasms......

There is even a terrible illusion that even the intestines are going to be spit out......

Three minutes! Three minutes!

Wang Lang twitched uncontrollably and frantically, and a puddle of yellow water flowed out of his face at the corner of his mouth. It feels like walking around the Netherworld, and it's not far from death.

He also once thought about his own way of death, old death? Died? Hit by a car? Killed by a ghost? Want a monster to kill?

But I never thought I would be crushed to death by a fart!

If there is a chance to choose again, Wang Lang swears that he will never provoke the weasel easily, and even if he does, he will never be approached by the weasel.

Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Huang San walked over slowly with his hands behind his back.

One of the two weasels it brought with it was a blur of flesh smashed by a bench, and the other had turned himself into an old trunk because of his fart. Huang Qi and Chen Zhenguo, who were not far away, did not escape, and fell to the ground and kept convulsing.

"A little mage dares to touch my Huang San's moldy head, it's really impatient!"

Looking down at Wang Lang who was lying on the ground and struggling weakly, Huang San's face was full of sarcasm.

As a monster whose cultivation has reached the level of a demon spirit, Huang San would rather let his subordinates die tragically than take action himself. Wang Lang didn't know what Huang San thought, but there was no point in saying anything at this time.

Even if it is in good condition, it may not be able to fight, let alone the half-dead appearance now.

"I wanted to do it myself, but you're not worthy of a little mage."

Huang San sneered, turned around slowly, aimed his butt at Wang Lang's face, and then said: "But he is also a mage, and he can be regarded as a master in this poor and remote place, so give you to die under the old man's trick!" ”

When the words landed, Huang San lifted his buttocks upward, and then saw the withered yellow tail cocked up and leaked out......

Watching the clump of folds constantly squirm and spread around, Wang Lang went completely crazy.

If you can't beat it, you can't help it, and you can admit it if you lose your life! But he didn't expect Huang Sanbei to reach such a point that he planned to kill him with a fart!

"Nima!"

Biting the tip of his tongue fiercely, Wang Lang burst into a loud voice, and took advantage of the moment's sobriety to use all his strength to thrust his index finger and middle finger fiercely.

"Poof!"

A dull sound echoed through the darkness, followed by a terrible cry of despair that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Wang Lang's fingers went straight into the roots, directly tearing those folds, and the blood also collapsed out in an instant.

"Sneer......"

The piercing sound vibrated the eardrums, and wisps of-yellow poisonous gas leaked out from between his fingers, splashing him all over the face.

The pain on the tip of his tongue overpowered the weakness of his body, Wang Lang clenched his teeth, and a hideous look appeared on his face.

"Die!"

A roar came from his mouth, and Wang Lang poured all the only strength into his arm, and the fingers inserted into the folds pushed wildly, and the entire fist went in.

"Squeak Squeak......"

The painful hiss could no longer be described as miserable, Wang Lang didn't expect that he might be killed by a fart, and Huang San didn't expect that he would be killed in this way.

The fart that should have been put back was slammed back, and the passage was blocked by a fist. The gas in Huang San's stomach began to stir uncontrollably, and the rich yin and evil qi that shrouded his body also surged violently like a fryer.

I don't know if it caused a chain reaction, Huang San's stomach began to swell rapidly, and in a few seconds, it had turned into a round ball with a diameter of more than forty centimeters.

"......"

Wisps of yellow gas bubbled out of Wang Lang's fist, Huang San's eyeballs were squeezed out by the pressure in his body, and the inside of his mouth kept leaking.

"Puff ......"

The time didn't last long, and Huang San finally couldn't hold it anymore.

The two eyeballs shot out like bullets, and they shot hard into the wall. And from this time on, it was also doomed to Huang San's miserable ending.

intestines, liver, stomach, kidneys......

All the things in Huang San's stomach were shot out by the terrible pressure, and the seven orifices on his head were like the seven embarrasses of a revolver, shooting out yellow gas with a "puff, puff, puff".

In less than ten seconds, Huang San, who was still full of ridicule just now, had turned into a leather glove and firmly put it on Wang Lang's hand. That powerful weasel in the Demon Spirit Realm, who could become a demon king at any time, died like this, in an unimaginably miserable way.

"Is it over?"

At this time, Wang Lang was still in a state of confusion, his whole body was weak and he couldn't use his strength, his stomach twitched, his tongue hurt sharply, and the whole person was almost half dead.

He didn't know what state Huang San was in now, the blow just now had consumed all his strength, and now he couldn't even hold his eyelids.

I don't know how long time has passed, but the physical pain begins to slowly ease, and the long-lost strength returns little by little.

It's surprisingly quiet, like death.

Wang Lang felt that his chest was very heavy, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly. He struggled to open his eyes and found that the tanuki Elvis was actually squatting on his chest, with two balls of toilet paper stuffed in his nose.

"You're crushing me!"

Wang Lang said weakly.

"Meow?"

Tanuki Elvis screamed softly, looking at him with a hint of treachery in his eyes.

After that, I saw the raccoon flower Elvis stand up and began to jump on Wang Lang's chest.

"Lying ...... Trough...... Buddhist nun...... Ma ......"

Wang Lang feels that today is really his unlucky day, he has always been civilized and polite, he said more swear words than usual in a year, the most annoying thing is that he has to be bullied by a cat after being bullied by a weasel, can it be a little natural!

"Poof...... Burst...... Call...... Whew......"

Under the continuous jumping of the raccoon Elvis, the gas in Wang Lang's lungs was constantly squeezed out, and then new air was sucked in.

After repeating it for I don't know how many times, Wang Lang actually felt that his body gradually gained strength, and even his mind cleared up a lot.

"Is it saving me?"

As soon as this idea appeared, Wang Lang immediately vetoed it, have you ever seen a cat save people? Have you ever seen a cat give someone CPR?

Unless it is artificial respiration for him, he will never believe it.

Thinking of this, Wang Lang closed his eyes, and simply couldn't see it.

However, in the next moment, a furry touch was sensed by his lips, and Wang Lang opened his eyes to find that the eyes of the raccoon Elvis Presley were staring at him tightly.

"My first kiss...... Taken by a cat? ”

Wang Lang was stunned, he knew that this cat was about to become a sperm, although he refused to admit it, he also knew that Elvis Presley was saving him just now. But what just happened? Do you really want to give him artificial respiration?

Thinking of this, Wang Lang's heart suddenly became excited, and a look of expectation appeared on his face.

However, his wish was frustrated, and the raccoon Elvis licked a trace of blood stained on his lips into his mouth, and after getting off Wang Lang's chest, he disappeared into the darkness with a few jumps.

After struggling to get up from the ground, Wang Lang turned his head to find that Huang Qi and Chen Zhenguo were still in a coma.

The weasel's fart is really terrible, although it has not reached the point where a fart collapses and kills a group of people, but it is more than enough to stink a group of people.

Huang Qi, as Huang San's "fellow countryman", knows more about Huang San's affairs, but even so, he still couldn't escape the attack of the stinky fart three.

In this way, it made Wang Lang very vigilant. A weasel whose physical strength is not good, and whose spell attack is not good, can force him to be like this with just one fart, what if it is a tiger? What if it's a venomous bee? I'm afraid that a photo will be cool!

"In the future, you must not be so reckless, the sin is small, and if you lose your life, it will be all over!"

Wang Lang patted his chest, feeling palpitations.

One of the three weasels was smashed to death by a stool, one was killed by his own fart, and the most powerful one was blown up alive into a glove, so I don't know if Wang Lang was unlucky or Huang San was unlucky for such a dramatic result.

"What's going on every day!"

Wang Lang turned over and climbed onto the recliner and found a comfortable position to sit down.

Huang Qi and Chen Zhenguo are still in a coma, but although the weasel's fart is powerful, it will not really collapse people. Wang Lang took advantage of the fact that his body was slowly recovering and began to ponder what had just happened.

Huang San's cultivation does not need to be said much in the demon spirit realm, and the rich yin and evil aura surrounding his body cannot be faked. But thinking carefully about the previous battle, Wang Lang always felt that something was wrong.

Huang Qi said that the cultivation of monsters is very difficult, especially for some monsters whose bodies are relatively weak.

Huang San is a weasel, a weasel that can be bitten to death by a random dog. In the two stages of enlightenment and refinement, it will not improve its strength too much, but it will greatly improve its own advantages, which can be seen from the two fat weasels that have become essence. A fart is like a gas bomb, not only does it stink unbearably, but it also has a strong toxin that can cause a person to fall unconscious.

And after reaching the third stage of the demon spirit realm, the monster will undergo a leap transformation, not only its own advantages will be stronger, but even the physical strength and other aspects will be improved. This can be seen from the two fat red-eyed weasels, although they are only in the stage of becoming sperm, they were turned dozens of times by Chen Zhenguo's stool before they breathed.

But in this way, Huang San has more suspicions.

First it drove the attack of the rat swarm, then the red-eyed rats, and then the two weasels of Ah Da Ah Er.

As a powerful monster in the Demon Spirit Realm, Huang San didn't make a move from beginning to end, and even his movements were the same as that of an old man who was about to die, and he was slow for fear that he would have a brain hemorrhage if his movements were large.

"Wait...... I seem to have overlooked a very important point. ”

Wang Lang suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he felt as if he had grasped the key point.

"Yin and evil spirit! Right! It's the evil spirit! ”

In addition to humans, whether it is monsters, ghosts, or zombies, what they cultivate is yin and evil qi. And in the third stage of cultivation, after these inhuman cultivators reach the stage of demon spirits, ghost heads, and flying corpses, they will begin to transform the yin and evil qi into the most suitable power for themselves, and their strength will also improve by leaps and bounds.

The demonic aura of monsters, the ghost aura of ghosts, and the corpse aura of zombies are all very powerful. Huang San's cultivation of this monster has reached the realm of approaching the demon king, but Wang Lang has not felt the existence of demonic qi from beginning to end, and some are only extremely strong yin and evil qi.

You must know that even the little monsters in the enlightenment stage are born with a trace of demonic energy, but they can't cultivate before reaching the realm of demon spirits. is as strong as Huang San, who doesn't have any demonic energy on his body, which is very intriguing.

Thinking about Huang Qi's shocked expression when he found out that Huang San's cultivation was in the realm of demon spirits, the biggest possibility can basically be guessed.

Huang San is not a demon spirit realm at all, its cultivation is at most a refinement!

And the reason for the illusion of the demon spirit realm is very likely to be the use of some kind of evil art, and then lead to being eaten by evil magic!

In this way, you can understand why Huang San didn't make a move from beginning to end, and you can also understand why he blew himself up because he didn't release a fart!

Although Wang Lang's guess is quite different from the facts, it is correct in the overall direction.

Whether it's humans, monsters, ghosts, or zombies, the further back you go, the harder it becomes.

The first two stages are a little better, but they are just a process of cultivation and accumulation. But if you want to reach the third stage and complete the qualitative change, it is not so simple.

Huang San was stuck in the stage of becoming a spirit for five years, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't achieve the demon spirit. If it were replaced by an honest monster, it is estimated that he would find a deep mountain and old forest to retreat, but Huang San is not an ordinary monster, not only insidious and cunning, but also extremely vicious in his methods.

It didn't know where it got an evil art, and then it began to use the evil art to endlessly improve its cultivation.

It turns out that evil art is evil art, and Huang San easily broke through to the demon spirit stage, but then he found that what he cultivated was still Yin and evil Qi, not the Demon Qi that was more suitable for monsters.

Huang San wanted to give up, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change this fact, so he had no choice but to go all the way to the black, in a vain attempt to break through to the demon king stage.

If the demon spirit, ghost head, and flying corpse are the metamorphosis on the path of cultivation, then the demon king, the ghost king, and the corpse king can be said to be heavenly.

It's not that it's a big deal, but that you can really go to heaven at this stage.

Flying with the air, crossing thousands of miles, stepping on the left foot and stepping on the right foot to go to the sky This small routine couldn't be simpler for them.

Huang San wanted to use evil magic to break through the Demon King, and then use the Demon King realm to control the qi of heaven and earth to reshape the foundation.

However, Huang San thought about things too simply, if the Demon King realm was so easy to break through, then there would be no matter of the Northeast Dog King, and there would not be only a few Heavenly Masters of the human race.

Huang San failed, defeated in his cruelty and cunning, defeated in his arrogance and stupidity.

If it had cultivated honestly and step by step, if it hadn't relied on evil magic to break through, then it wouldn't have been blown up into a leather glove today.

"If you see a weasel in the future, you must hide, it's disgusting!"

Thinking of the manager not long ago, Wang Lang couldn't help but shudder. Although the stench had dissipated, just thinking about it made him unforgettable.

What canned herring, what stinky tofu, what lazy woman's footwrap, and even Chen Zhenguo's feet can't be compared.

It is conceivable that even if Wang Lang is standing in the pile of rotting corpses in the future, his face will not change. Because he has experienced it several times more than ten times more smelly than a carrion, and those are pediatrics.

"It's a pity that the flesh and blood are blown up, but it's good that there's a little left!"

Happily took off the yellow three brand leather gloves, Wang Lang picked up the weasel that was stoned to death by Chen Zhenguo, took it to the bottom of the faucet and began to rinse.

Of the three weasels that have reached the stage of sperm development, one fart into a rat dry, and one fart blows himself up, and the only thing that is intact is this one in his hand.

Thinking of the weasel that was stewed, Wang Lang couldn't help licking his lips, and the movements of his hands were even harder.

Peeled and washed, and the internal organs were removed, and the weasel, which was menacing not long ago, quickly turned into a piece of fatty fresh meat. And Huang San's skin was also turned over by him and cleaned well, and after removing the blood stains on the minced flesh, it became very clean and warm.

"It's such a good thing, even if you don't make gloves and make a pair of panties!"

Shaking off the water on the fur and meat pieces, Wang Lang found a bag and packed it, and then poured a basin of water at Chen Zhenguo and Huang Qi.

"Ahem......"

Weak coughing sounded one after another, Chen Zhenguo and Huang Qi opened their eyes, although they were awakened from their coma by the stimulation of cold water, they were still a little confused.

However, Chen Zhenguo is also an old policeman no matter how he says it, and he still has the qualities he should have.

After being stunned for less than two seconds, Chen Zhenguo immediately rolled on a lazy donkey next to him, and changed from lying on his side to a half-squatting state.

"Okay, put away your set, if you count on me, I'm past the ghost gate now."

Wang Lang sat on the recliner with a rather scowling expression.

But then again, he does have the qualifications to be a squirrel. After all, Huang Qi and Chen Zhenguo were fainted by the fart, and only he achieved the final victory with his strong and unyielding and fearless spirit of sacrifice of brave struggle.

As for the words, there is

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