The two fat men were still talking to the air when they saw that Wang Zhenren was dying, which was really funny and curious. You see that he is not afraid at all, and he wants them to return the money they have received, which is really a fool's dream.

The dagger in the big fat man's hand went down with one move towards Wang Zhenren, and the second fat man was not to be outdone, following the big fat man, only by killing Wang Zhenren and letting the wolves in the desert eat him, without leaving a trace, they could be safe.

Wang Zhenren was fighting with Bai Wuchang while persuading the three of them to return the money and keep them away safely. Unexpectedly, before the words fell, the two big fat men came down with daggers.

Wang Zhenren hurriedly took a few steps back and let the fat man attack. When the two fat men saw Wang Zhenren retreating, they had to inch in, holding daggers and chasing after them.

There are open places in the desert, there are more than enough advances and retreats, Wang Zhenren doesn't want to hurt people's lives, and he also doesn't want to be hurt, seeing that the two fat men have moved to kill, they are pressing step by step, and they have to shoot back.

Wang Zhenren swept the dust, and the dust swept towards the two like a steel wire, and the big fat and the second fat hurriedly took the dagger in their hands to stop it, and their wrists were injured by the dust, and the dagger fell into the yellow sand.

Wang Zhenren stepped forward and struck another blow at the two fat men, the fat man had no weapon in his hand, and he had no confidence in his heart, and now it was the turn of the two fat men to start retreating.

Bai Wuchang went to the sand, and smiled at Wang Zhenren and the two fat men, you chased me back and forth for several rounds, but there was no difference.

Wang Zhenren had the heart to defeat the two fat men, but his feet were soft in the desert, and his spiritual power could not be used, so he could only use the real kung fu he had cultivated for decades to deal with the enemy.

The two fat men looked chubby, but they were really unambiguous when they fought, not to mention that two people fought one person, and the three of them fought very excitingly, and it was fun to look at one white impermanence.

The driver had already taken the money and drove away, and the fat brother, who was a little embarrassed, wanted to run away when he saw that his strength was exhausted. Wang Zhenren took two quick steps and reached out to grab a fat man, and threw it the sand, only to hear a plop of yellow sand being smashed out of a big hole.

There was a loud bang, and the yellow sand leaked. A big hole was exposed, and Wang Zhenren and the two fat men both fell into it in one go.

Wang Zhenren cleaned the sand all over his body and head, only to find that he and the two fat men had fallen into an ancient tomb in the desert, only to see that the space in this tomb was very large, and a road led to the distance, and the road was sprinkled with white bones, and I don't know what bones were. There are a few flickering oil lamps on the stone wall in the tomb, which illuminates the tomb even more terrifyingly.

Packs of weasels squeaked everywhere in the corridor, and not far away, in a spacious place, there was a sarcophagus with a coffin lid made of a huge stone, which for some reason separated from the sarcophagus and lay next to the sarcophagus.

Big Fat and Er Fat fainted, Er Fat was next to Wang Zhenren, and Big Fat was surrounded by packs of weasels.

On a stone chair sat a white-bearded old man with a cane, pointing to the lid of the sarcophagus with the cane in his hand. The group of weasels dragged the big fat man up, put it on it 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 fainting big fat, the old man stepped down from the stone chair, slowly came to the big fat, and said to a large group of weasels: "Children and grandchildren, your luck is really good, this person is full of fragrance, you all come to gather around him, absorb a little yang energy from him, and eat some fat meat to enhance spiritual power." ”

Hearing what the old man said, all the weasels rushed up, scrambling to lean on the big fat body and absorb the gas exhaled by the big fat man.

The big fat who fainted felt itching all over his body, and a group of soft things scurried around his body.

"I really didn't expect that after thousands of years of cultivation, I didn't even notice that you were hiding here. A gentle woman's voice came.

The sound was not loud, and the power was not small, which frightened the group of weasels who were absorbing the big fat yang qi and 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 away, his voice was obviously timid.

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

"It seems that you have just survived the thousand-year calamity, and your skills are not much stronger than mine, so if you have the ability, you will come to save him. The white-haired old man said.

"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.

"You're really fateful, but this is in my cave, you still think about thinking about doing it again. The white-haired old man said and shouted, "Queue!"

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 calamity and need a big supplement, and I have to laugh at the delicious food you sent to the door. The woman in red laughed, and the red light flashed into a red 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.

The red fox 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 tribulation, and your skills are not much stronger than mine, and it is not certain who will kill the deer." Before he finished speaking, he raised his cane in his hand and flew towards the red fox.

The woman in red 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 red fox to take a step back. The red fox 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 red fox retreating, he chased after him reluctantly, forcing the red fox to take a few steps back.

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." ”

The red fox was furious and said, "It's so beautiful, you want to become an immortal as a harmful weasel, dream!"

After the red fox 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 red 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.

Both the red fox and the white-haired old man have practiced for thousands of years, and the red fox has just experienced an extraordinary tribulation in the Tianshan Mountains, and has survived the critical thousand-year tribulation under the protection of the thunder god, but it has not yet recovered. The white-haired old man only has eight hundred years of skill, and he is not the opponent of the red fox, if it weren't for the fact that the red fox has just survived the thousand-year tribulation and is in the recovery stage, the drought will take down the white-haired old man.

After nearly a hundred rounds of fighting, the white-haired old man gradually lost the battle, and the red fox became more and more courageous. Seeing that it was not the opponent of the red fox, the white-haired old man squeaked and screamed, and the weasels who fled in a panic ran back again, surrounded the red fox again, and rushed forward to stop the red fox at the risk of death, the red fox fought for a long time, and it took a lot of physical strength and mana, and he didn't dare to underestimate the group battle of this group of weasels with low cultivation.

While the red fox was distracted, the white-haired old man transformed into a big white weasel, turned around and ran into the depths of the tomb.

The red fox repelled another wave of weasels from the weasels. Exhausted, he came to Wang Zhenren's side. said: "Wang Zhenren, I have been fighting with the white-haired old man until now, why don't you come forward to help me? Haven't you been with Chen Yang all the time, where is Chen Yang now?"

Wang Zhenren heard Linghu's words, only then did he react from his fright, and when he saw that Linghu was exhausted, he said: "Where have I seen so many weasel spirits, I was scared for a while, you can rest assured, I will deal with these spirits." ”

"Let me ask you where Chen Yang is now?" Linghu said with a gasp.

"Chen Yang Heavenly Master is waiting for me in the sand lake? I made a small fortune on the way here, but I didn't expect to be targeted by the bad guys, and I was dragged to this desert and wanted my life. Unexpectedly, during the fight, he fell into the hole of the weasel spirit. Wang Zhenren said.

Seeing a large group of weasel spirits surrounding him again, Wang Zhenren had to fight hard, and secretly said in his heart, I didn't expect that I wanted to rely on the big tree of Chen Yang, and before it was stained, I would die in the hole of this group of weasels.

Wang Zhenren waved a golden light spell, and the spell flashed with golden light and burst out in the weasel spirit crowd, and the weasel spirit was killed and injured, and he retreated a few meters away timidly, staring at Wang Zhenren with two small eyes that glowed with green light.

But soon, a group of weasel spirits came running from inside and surrounded Wang Zhenren and Linghu.

Wang Zhenren didn't care about the life and death of the two fat men, and used his body to protect the spirit fox, ready to make a final fight with the weasel.

Suddenly, a white shadow floated over, this shadow was wearing a high hat, wearing white clothes, and carrying a mourning stick in his hand, which turned out to be the white impermanence of the underworld.

Bai Wuchang was lying on the sand to watch the excitement, but he didn't expect a plop, Wang Zhenren and the two fat men disappeared, only to know that the bottom was empty, lying on it and looking at it for a long time, and saw that it was a black pressure of a weasel spirit inside, and the smell came along the wind, so that he didn't ease his breath for a long time.

Seeing that the spirit fox was injured, Bai Wuchang couldn't stand idly by, if he didn't save him when he saw death, Chen Yang would not let him go when he saw it, so he showed his original form and jumped down.

Seeing that it was Bai Wuchang, Linghu was overjoyed and said, "Wang Zhenren is not the opponent of the weasel spirit, I have just been seriously injured and my spiritual power is exhausted. ”

This group of weasels were goblins, not ghosts, and they were not afraid of white impermanence at all, so they squeaked and rushed over.

Bai Wuchang looked at the state of the spirit fox, and knew that he had been poisoned by these weasels, so he picked up the mourning stick unhurriedly, and luck was on the mourning stick, and the mourning stick slowly oozing out a white smoke, which smelled worse than the weasel's shame.