In the battle circle, the sword qi flew horizontally, and the blue and yellow true qi flew all over the sky, which seemed dazzling, but in fact they were all magic swords. Ling Feng's swordsmanship is fierce, and there is a hidden killing machine in the flowing water. Every move and every style is like a blow to destroy the world, forcing the Taoist to retreat one after another. Ling Yu could see that the old man was really angry, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart.

The two fought for almost a quarter of an hour, and the middle-aged Taoist had no power to fight back, and the dust in his hand was completely out of order. Sweat is raining down, and if it goes on like this, it won't be long before he will be buried under Ling Feng's sword.

"Wait a minute!" the middle-aged Taoist roared and jumped out for nearly six feet. The Daoist gasped and said to Ling Feng: "Is this how you treat your own kind? That Xuanbing Mink is also an outlier, you and I are both human races, and we can't fight to the death because of a beast, right?" I admit that you are very strong, but if I try hard, you will not win too easily!" The middle-aged Daoist was very inward-looking, trying to resolve this fight. He knew that he was not Ling Feng's opponent, and Di Xun had been watching from the sidelines, and had not joined the battle, if Di Xun and Ling Feng joined forces, he would definitely die in the Snow Domain.

"That ice marten is my grandson's friend, and in your eyes it is the prey, but in my eyes it has a higher status than yours. Besides, why didn't you think that there would be such a scene of you killing my grandson just now? As for what you said about being a human being, hmph, don't you know what you are? Human, you deserve it too!" Ling Feng scolded loudly.

"I don't understand what you mean. The middle-aged Taoist was shocked, and listening to Ling Feng's words, he seemed to see something.

"Hey, weasel, don't pretend anymore. The depths of this snowy region are inaccessible, and there are almost no humans on weekdays. Also, it is the same origin as that Xuanbing mink, and when you see that its blood is pure, you want to use its flesh and blood to consolidate the realm you have just transformed. And, even though you are now human, the smell of your body is not something that can be easily erased. If a lowly cultivator is deceived by you, it is understandable, but if you meet us, you will consider yourself unlucky. After Ling Feng finished speaking, he raised his sword and rushed towards the Daoist.

This middle-aged Daoist was indeed not a human cultivator, but an alien who had just transformed into a new form. His body is a weasel, and speaking of which, this strange beast is also extremely difficult. Today, he has been cultivating for thousands of years, and he does not have the bloodline of his ancestors like the fierce snake that Ling Yu once encountered. At first, the weasel was just an ordinary creature, and by chance, he encountered a gold-eating rat that failed to transform into a shape. The weasel is originally a natural enemy of rats, not to mention a gold-eating rat that has been scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and exudes a strong essence all over its body. The weasel sees the opportunity and pounces on the gold-eating rat. The smell of his lips and teeth made him want to stop, and he officially embarked on the path of cultivation after that time to hunt and eat gold-eating rats. When normal creatures see the demon beasts that have crossed the thunder tribulation, they usually have to retreat for three points to avoid being affected. But the weasel is the kind of alien that can be channeled, even if the weasel does not know how to practice, it will be easier for other creatures to step into the cultivation world. When that gold-eating rat met him, it could be regarded as providence.

After the weasel devoured the gold-eating rat, he thought he was at ease, but unexpectedly, the gold-eating rat family knew about it. The army of gold-eating rats with cultivation set out to launch a fierce pursuit of the weasel. The weasel was bullied and had no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the ground, and fled all day long. He didn't dare to trust any living creature easily, and this kind of frightened day accompanied him for three years.

Three years later, he finally found a backer, a fellow who had practiced for more than 2,000 years and had already transformed into a weasel, a weasel who called himself a Huangfeng Daoist. Weasels think that if they find their kind, life will be better. Unexpectedly, the time spent with Huang Fengdao people was even more tragic than before. The Huangfeng Dao people asked the weasel to wash his feet every day, beat his back, and look for prey. If you don't complete the task one day, you will be beaten. When Huang Feng Dao is in a good mood, he will teach him some basic cultivation techniques, so that he can better complete his daily tasks and hunt more flesh and blood for him.

This dark day lasted for ten years. It wasn't until one day, when the Huang Fengdao people were killed by the enemy, that he regained his freedom. The hatred and anger that had been squeezed over the years exploded in an instant, and he ransacked the cave mansion of the Yellow Wind Dao people. The exercises, the herbs, and even the clothes of the Huang Feng Dao people were all taken by him. And his character has also grown from the original ignorant weasel to a sinister, vicious, and unscrupulous beast.

For more than a thousand years, he had been besieged by beasts and hunted by human cultivators, but he had saved his life again and again. His cultivation path only has breakthroughs and killings, and he has long been notorious. Today, for Xuan Bing Mink and Ling Yu, he also planned to repeat his old tricks, but he didn't expect to kill two old men to ruin his plan, and these two old men's cultivation was much higher than him. Although he was afraid of the power of the two old men, he was not so afraid, what if he was recognized, he still had a lot of hole cards that he had not used, he really wanted to fight hard, and it was not certain who would kill the deer.

"You can see it, hmph, in that case, then don't go, you forced me!" The weasel screamed hysterically, and the muscles on his body seemed to be filled with gas, growing out of yellow animal hair at a speed visible to the naked eye, tearing the robe. Its body continued to swell and grow, and finally it was as high as two zhang and about ten zhang long, and the surrounding trees were crushed and broken by its huge body, and the giant tail swept lightly, and patches of cedars were uprooted and thrown into the distance. The surrounding tree trunks flew sideways, and Di Xun hurriedly raised his left hand and stretched out a white light shield to cover him and Ling Yu in it. The appearance of this weasel is somewhat similar to the ice marten just now, except that its nose is black, and the hair on its cheeks is gray, unlike the ice marten, which is snow-white.

When the weasel turned into its main body, it hung the oil lamp and dust on its chest, and it kicked the ground on its hind legs and pounced on Ling Feng.

"Hmph, evil animal, I can't put it on, I'll take you today. Ling Feng rose into the air, dancing countless sword flowers in the void, each sword flower was like a blue snow lotus, and each snow lotus contained a sharp sword qi. Ling Feng let out a soft snort, and the snow lotus transformed by the sword flower shot towards the weasel.

The weasel landed on its hind legs, lifted its two stout front legs, and flapped it from side to side. The sword qi in the snow lotus is amazing, and the speed is also extremely fast, and there are many lotus flowers shooting on the skin and flesh of the weasel. When Snow Lotus encountered the weasel's flesh, it instantly exploded, and the sword qi inside pierced into its body. The weasel raised its head to the sky, let out a cry of pain, rolled backwards. Its yellow fur was stained red by the large amount of blood oozing from the wound, which was terrifying.

"Ahh It raised its right front paw, plucked the oil lamp from its chest, and swept it fiercely at Ling Feng and the three of them, a hint of madness flashing in its eyes.

"You all die!" the weasel said, and spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, which glowed red, and powerful vitality flowed in the drops of blood. When the blood sprayed on the wick, I saw a bright color appear at the blood-stained wick, as if it was about to ignite.

There was something strange, Di Xun transmitted the sound to Ling Feng, and at the same time blocked in front of Ling Yu, took off the Sky Splitting Bow with his left hand, and waited for the battle. He could see that this ancient lamp seemed to be a magic weapon. Although I don't know its grade, judging from the majesty emanating from the ancient lamp, it is at least a ground level.

An oppressive atmosphere rippled out of the wick, suffocating, as if the sky was about to fall. As the wick grew brighter, the weasel chanted an obscure incantation.

"It's not good, stop it quickly!" As soon as Di Xun's words fell, Ling Feng shot at the weasel like a sharp sword, and at the same time, his right hand kept changing, condensing the sword technique. At this time, the three of Di Xun felt like they had pressed a boulder in their hearts, depressed, irritable, and angry, and all kinds of emotions came to their hearts. Di Xun's heart sank, but he didn't expect that this ancient lamp could confuse people's minds.

Seeing Ling Feng rushing towards him, the weasel quickened the tempo of the spell. Just when Ling Feng was still about five zhang away from him, the oil lamp suddenly "snapped" and was lit. Even though Ling Feng had been through a hundred battles, he couldn't help but feel nervous at this time. Because the oil lamp was so strange, the flame was green, like a ghostly fire flickering. In broad daylight, you can still see the flames swaying gently in the air, which shows that its brightness is not weaker than the sun.

Ling Feng didn't dare to go on like this, he didn't know what would happen in the long run? Who knows what means this evil sect lamp would have. Thinking of this, Ling Feng's Absolute Cold Sword in his left hand swung forward, and a huge ice dragon rushed towards the weasel, and at the same time, he pinched out a complex sword technique in his right hand and slapped it at the oil lamp, only to see three huge lightsabers conjuring out from Ling Feng's right hand and taking the wick directly.

The weasel unhurriedly lifted the oil lamp, and another mouthful of blood sprayed on the wick. At this time, the ice dragon and the lightsaber were already in front of him, and the wick suddenly flickered, and in just one moment, the ice dragon and the lightsaber disappeared. Ling Feng stared at everything that had happened, not even believing what his eyes were seeing. Although Ling Feng had always been jealous of the mysterious ancient lamp, he didn't expect that he still underestimated this ancient lamp, let alone that it actually had such great power.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and rushed forward again. But as soon as he reached mid-air, he felt a huge force attacking him, and Ling Feng hurriedly raised his sword to meet him. Although he didn't see anything, Ling Feng still used his sword qi to protect his whole body. Suddenly, a metallic sound came from the sword, shaking Ling Fenghu's mouth numb. Immediately afterwards, a wave of qi followed, and the tumbling wave of qi rushed him out about ten zhang. Ling Feng gritted his teeth and hurriedly ran the exercises before he stopped castration.

Looking at the footprints under his feet, Ling Feng was shocked, he stared at the oil lamp tightly, and did not dare to relax for a moment. He knew that it was not the weasel's cultivation that was profound, but the evil oil lamp that was doing tricks.

Seeing that Ling Feng had not been hurt, a trace of coldness flashed on the weasel's face. It opened its mouth and uttered another incantation, and the flames in the oil lamp were immediately more than doubled. Moreover, the flame swayed from side to side very regularly under the urging of the spell. Ling Feng and Di Xun stared at the flame, and at the same time invisibly blocked Ling Yu behind them, guarding carefully. Yesterday's Ba Snake descendants had already scared the two of them, and they would never allow something like this to happen a second time.