The three heavenly masters rode the little donkey possessed by the eight heavenly dragon horses, and followed the guidance of the compass to a small villa with a single courtyard.

From time to time, a woman's voice of pain could be heard inside.

There is a hint of pleasure in the pain.

It seems to be enjoyable, but resistant to it.

The woman rubbed back and forth between enjoyment and resistance.

Judging by the voice, the woman is not very old, she should be about eighteen years old, or even younger.

Zhang Zhenren looked at the villa and said, "The evil spirit is so heavy inside."

The short-bearded old man said, "I dare to conclude that the ghost king is inside."

The long-bearded old man said: "Don't guess, the evil spirit here is so heavy, the ghost king must be here, and the ghost king is quite lustful, through the voice made by the girl, it can be concluded that the ghost king must be intercourse with them."

Lingbao Tianzun, who was possessed by the short-bearded old man, said: "These ghost babies are all masterpieces made by the ghost king."

Yuan Shi Tianzun, who was possessed by Zhang Zhenren, said: "Capture the thief and capture the king first, as long as the ghost king is caught, then these little ghosts will all fall apart, and there is nothing to be afraid of."

An old woman walked to the balcony, looked at the three people below condescendingly, and said with a smile: "The three Tianzun came to the cold house, the old body has lost the welcome, and I hope to forgive the sin, my king has prepared some desserts to entertain the three, I hope you don't dislike it, please come in."

The glass door opens automatically.

Three Heavenly Venerables, you look at me, I look at you, there is some hesitation in your expression.

The old woman Yingying smiled and said, "Don't the three Heavenly Venerables dare not enter?" ”

Yuan Shi Tianzun said: "Demon, Hugh is rampant, wait for this Tianzun to accept you."

Yuan Shi Tianzun took the peachwood sword and threw it out.

The old woman dodged short.

The mahogany sword was nailed to the wall, three inches into the wall.

The old woman's face was cold, and she said unhappily: "Since the three Tianzun don't know what to do, the old body can only be tooth for tooth and eye for eye."

The old woman clapped her hands.

A thick cyan mist galloped out of the gate like thousands of horses, rushing towards the three of Yuan Shi Tianzun.

Lingbao Tianzun shook the soul bell, the bell rang loudly, like a flood bell Da Lu, and the surging cyan mist automatically retreated, dividing a path.

Yuan Shitian respectfully took out a peachwood sword.

Daode Tianzun took out two paper figures and threw them on the ground, and the paper figures rose against the storm and transformed into Sun Wukong and Nezha's third prince.

Yuan Shi Tianzun said: "Our true body cannot maintain the state of inviting the gods to possess us for a long time, and we must have a quick solution."

Yuan Shi Tianzun rushed in with a sword and a donkey.

Daode Tianzun and Lingbao Tianzun followed closely behind.

One rushed through the door.

The scene inside is ever-changing, and it quickly transforms into a swamp.

Black sewage, Microsoft's dirt.

The donkey roared, and its whole body began to descend, slowly sinking into the swamp.

Yuan Shi Tianzun said: "I actually created an illusion."

Sun Wukong and the third prince of Na Ma could only writhe powerlessly in the face of their sinking bodies, and finally fell deeper and deeper.

Daode Tianzun made a gesture and shouted: "Receive."

White smoke rises.

Sun Wukong and the third prince of Nezha were transformed into paper figures and fell into the hands of Daode Tianzun.

Lingbao Tianzun shook the soul bell, and the illusion was not shattered, and it remained the same.

The swamp began to swell like boiling water, and the earth tumbled and surged upwards, evolving into the form of an old woman.

The old woman spoke: "Three Heavenly Venerables, welcome to the Swamp Fantasy Realm, which this King specially prepared for you."

Yuan Shi Tianzun threw out the peachwood sword and stabbed the old woman with a sword.

The old woman turned into a puddle of muddy water and sank in the swamp.

The old woman's laughter sounded: "Three Heavenly Venerables, I wish you good luck."