Wang Zhenren saw those blue lights moving towards him, and secretly raised his vigilance and said in his heart: What kind of demons and monsters are these, why can't I see them, is it Wong Tai Sin?

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

The blue light didn't speak, and slowly moved in front of Wang Zhenren and Thor, getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a blue light rose into the air and rushed towards Wang Zhenren's face, Wang Zhenren turned his head and flashed, and hit the blue light with a punch, Wang Zhenren felt a softness in his hand. The blue light was suddenly hit, and a burst of smoke was released in a hurry, and the smoke was stinking, and Wang Zhenren hurriedly covered his nose and mouth.

Wang Zhenren understood, this is the group of weasels hiding in the mountains, Wang Zhenren has seen weasels stealing chickens, but he has never seen such a bold weasel that dares to attack people, seeing that something is wrong, he greeted Thor, turned around and hid behind a tombstone.

"Damn weasels are silently farting!" Thor said as he smelled a foul smell.

The group of weasels did not leave because Wang Zhenren was hiding, but surrounded Wang Zhenren and Thor's hideout. Seeing that something was wrong, Wang Zhenren reached out to his side, hoping to find something to defend himself, but he didn't expect him to grab a wooden stick. With both hands clenched on wooden sticks, he danced wildly at the weasels that rushed up.

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

Wang Zhenren took a breath, only to realize that the weapon he grabbed in the dark turned out to be a mourning stick, and quickly threw it out, saying: "It's really unlucky, how can it be such a thing!"

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

Wang Zhenren said: "If you don't make a move, you still see my jokes." ”

Without the "weapon", the group of weasels surrounded again. This time, the weasels learned well, and instead of rushing up to attack them, they faced them one by one, and let go of their anger.

Wang Zhenren and Thor were so dizzy with anger that they ran around in the cemetery with their noses covered, and the group of weasels chased after him, fortunately, no lonely ghosts dared to block their way, Wang Zhenren and Thor ran fast through the night, but the speed of the weasels was much faster than him.

Wang Zhenren and Thor ran on the top of a tall tomb, panting for breath, Wang Zhenren said: "Thor, we can't run anymore, you hurry up and get a few thunderbolts to blow them up." ”

Thor said, "I'm dizzy from their stench, and now I can't use my spiritual power. ”

The group of weasels suffered a loss just now, and when they saw Wang Zhenren stop, they looked tense, and stopped and squatted around the big mound one by one.

Wang Zhenren said: "You even bombed other people's sports cars, why can't you deal with this group of weasels at a critical moment?"

Seeing that Wang Zhenren and Thor did not move, the group of weasels were led by a snow-white weasel and let off their anger at Wang Zhenren and Thor.

At this time, Wang Zhenren and Thor were surrounded in the middle, with nowhere to escape, and after holding on for a while, they were smoked and fainted.

Seeing the two of them falling, the white weasel squeaked and screamed, beckoning all the weasels to jump up to the grave, grabbing Wang Zhenren and Thor's clothes one by one, and actually dragging them up and dragging them into a grave.

I saw that there was a lot of space in this tomb, and a road led to the mountain, and there were white bones scattered on the road, and I don't know what bones they were. There are a few flickering oil lamps on the stone wall in the tomb, which illuminates the tomb even more terrifyingly.

The weasels dragged them to the depths of the tomb, where there was a sarcophagus with a lid made of a huge block of stone, which for some reason separated from the sarcophagus and lay next to it.

On a stone chair sat a white-haired old man with a cane, pointing to the lid of the sarcophagus with the cane in his hand. The group of weasels dragged Wang Zhenren and Thor up, put them on them steadily, and then squatted in front of the old man one by one, looking at the old man without saying a word respectfully.

Looking at the two people who had fainted, the old man stepped down from the stone chair, slowly came to Wang Zhenren's side, and said to a large group of weasels: "Children and grandchildren, your luck is really good, these two people are full of aura, you all come to surround him, absorb a little aura from him, comparable to your cultivation for a hundred years." The people invited by Boss Lin this time are really a bit of a way, if it weren't for our poisonous gas that stunned them, we really wouldn't be able to deal with them. ”

Hearing what the old man said, all the weasels rushed up, scrambling to lean on Wang Zhenren and Thunder God, absorbing Wang Zhenren's true qi of Thunder God.

Wang Zhenren and Thor, who had fainted, felt itchy all over their bodies, and a group of soft things were scurrying around on their bodies, but they couldn't do anything about it.

"I really didn't expect that I stayed on Longshan for hundreds of years and didn't even find you hiding here. A gentle woman's voice came.

The sound was not loud, but the power was not small, which frightened the group of weasels who were absorbing the aura of Wang Zhenren and Thunder God hugged their heads and hid in all directions.

The woman in red laughed, and the laughter became more and more trembling.

"You... You're still alive..."Although the white-haired old man did not run, his voice was obviously timid.

"Let them go, and I'll spare your life. The woman in red said undoubtedly.

"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 lessons of 500 years ago, so I will destroy you today and remove a harm from 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, line up!"

I saw bursts of weasels of different sizes coming out of various holes, black and pressed side by side in front of the old man, raising their heads to the woman in red.

"I haven't seen you for five hundred years, your children and grandchildren are really a lot, it just so happens that I have survived a thousand years of thunder tribulation and need to make up for it, and I have to laugh at the delicious food you sent to the door. The woman in red laughed, and the red light flashed and turned into a spirit fox.

The red light flashed a few times in the black pressure weasel team, and the group of weasels scattered and fled, and those who fled slowly were all bitten to death by the red foxes, and the scene was very unbearable to witness.

Linghu turned back into a woman and said, "As long as I eat your heart that has been cultivated for eight hundred years, my strength will be restored." ”

The white-haired old man looked fierce and said: "If you have the ability, you can come and get it, you have just survived the thousand-year thunder tribulation, and your skills are not much stronger than mine, and it is not certain who will kill the deer." Before the words fell, the crutches in his hand were raised, and he flew towards the spirit fox.

The spirit fox dodged 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 indeed good, and his palms that did not dodge or dodge came up, and he actually forced the spirit fox to take a step back. Linghu was shocked in his heart, and he didn't dare to fight with the white-haired old man anymore.

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

The white-haired old man smiled proudly: "If I eat your heart, I don't have to go through the thousand-year thunder tribulation, and I can directly become an immortal." ”

Linghu was furious and said: "It's so beautiful to think, you are a harmful weasel and still want to become an immortal, dream!"

After Linghu finished speaking, a red light slashed out from his palms and slashed at the white-haired old man.

Not to be outdone, the white-haired old man pushed out a white light from his palms to resist the red light of the spirit fox. These red and white lights are intertwined, flying up and down, this is their own skills, and the power is consumed quickly, and slowly the red and white lights are weakened.

Linghu retreated to Wang Zhenren and Thunder God's side and protected them, Linghu and the white-haired old man had thousands of years of practice, and Linghu survived the crucial thousand-year thunder tribulation under the protection of Chen Yang.

After nearly a hundred rounds of fighting, the white-haired old man gradually lost the battle, the spirit fox got Chen Yang's 10,000-year spiritual power, and he had already become an immortal, but he was sent by Bixia Yuanjun to monitor the movement of the ghost gate, and a few days ago he found that the ghost king had left, so he followed all the way here, but there was no trace of the ghost king, so he stayed in the place where the ghost king disappeared and squatted, but unexpectedly found Thor and Wang Zhenren, but there was no sound and shadow of Chen Yang, which made her a little disappointed.

Seeing that Thor and Wang Zhenren fell into the way of the weasel spirit, they followed up to rescue them.

Seeing that it was not the opponent of the spirit fox, the white-haired old man squeaked and screamed, and the weasels who ran away in a panic ran back again, surrounded the spirit fox again, and rushed forward to stop the spirit fox at the risk of death, the spirit fox fought for a long time, and the physical strength and mana were consumed a lot, and they did not dare to underestimate the group battle of this group of weasels with low cultivation.

Taking advantage of the distraction of the spirit fox, the white-haired old man transformed into a big white weasel, turned around and fled to the depths of the tomb.