Cars were trampled into metal discs, and sirens blared incessantly.
"Hey, anyone want to join my followers, become my followers, and follow me on the path of cultivation? Haha."
The old weasel always thinks about gaining followers wherever it goes.
Everyone was shocked and quickly moved to the sides to make way.
Many of them have suffered at the hands of this old man.
"Damn it, how did that damned old weasel show up again?"
"You must stay far away from it. I saw it with my own eyes last time. A peak Martial Saint was killed by its fart."
"A fart that blows the heavens!"
"As expected of the Blood Mist Sect, it produces a great number of talented people."
"Get out of the way, let this old man subdue him."
The old weasel waved its paws at Lan Yu, Dongfang Sheng, and the others from a distance, speaking arrogantly.
Moo—
The big black ox came galloping over, its big, round eyes glaring, white smoke billowing from its nostrils, and its two sharp horns slamming into Xiahou Ba.
He was thrown more than 100 meters away on the spot, and a tall building across the street was pierced through from both the front and back.
Broken glass crashed down from mid-air.
Xiahou Ba fell to the ground and completely lost consciousness; the black, malevolent flames on his body gradually died out.
The old weasel laughed excitedly, patting the big black ox's head.
"Honey, you're amazing!"
"Give him another go."
Moo—
The big black bull wouldn't listen to it at all and became even more ferocious.
It took off running wildly on all fours, desperately trying to shake off the old weasel.
Ever since the old weasel captured this big black bull from the Bone Hall of the Beast Taming Sect, it has still not been able to tame it.
This was originally a pet raised by Zhan Chunqiu, the former sect leader of the Beast Taming Sect.
at this time.
Fahai suddenly appeared in front of the old weasel, holding a purple-gold alms bowl in one hand, exuding the aura of a high monk, and loudly proclaimed a Buddhist chant.
"Amitabha."
“Elder Huang, you are too impetuous. Cultivating immortality is not as good as becoming a Buddha. Why don’t you follow me to Jinshan Temple to cultivate, where you can face the morning bell and evening drum, and the ancient Buddha with a green lamp, and strive to achieve enlightenment in the future?”
The old weasel was terrified when it saw Fahai.
But on the surface, he still pretended to be nonchalant and laughed loudly with his hands behind his back.
"Thank you, Master, but I am not interested in becoming a Buddha; I only wish to become an immortal."
"Farewell!"
Moo—
The big black ox seemed unwilling to face Fahai and prepared to run away.
Fahai stepped forward, blocking the old weasel's path.
"Donor please leave -"
Before he could even finish speaking, the old weasel's stinky fart had already arrived...
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