Demon, come and cultivate for me.

Chen Xiangzi was caught in a dilemma; he stopped Zhou Chu but let Xie Qi escape.

He was not as strong as Zhou Chu, and Zhou Chu quickly broke free again.

He did not see the "mountain king taking a wife" that Xie Qi had mentioned, but only saw clusters of will-o'-the-wisps drifting and gathering.

Xie Qi and Zhou Chu rushed towards the will-o'-the-wisp, one slashing with his sword and the other throwing wild punches, as if they had gone mad.

Xie Qi's sword deals high damage, while Zhou Chu's fists deal high damage.

Chen Xiangzi dared not rush forward to stop him. He took out a Bright Light Talisman from his satchel, and with two fingers, shot it into the air ahead.

As the surroundings were illuminated by the Bright Light Talisman, Chen Xiangzi saw a furry figure flash by and disappear into the darkness.

Because the thing was moving too fast, Chen Xiangzi couldn't see what it was, so he shot another light talisman in the direction where the figure was hiding.

The darkness was illuminated, and a yellow-furred animal squatted on the ground, staring at Chen Xiangzi with eyes the size of soybeans, as if in defiance.

It was clearly a weasel that had come to life.

Chen Xiangzi pointed at it and said, "You beast, so it was you who caused this trouble!"

The weasel curled its lip, seemingly mocking.

Chen Xiangzi reached for the whisk tucked into his waistband, grasped its long handle, and slowly approached the weasel.

The weasel didn't run away; instead, it stretched out its front paw and hooked its short, thick fingers like a human, as if to say:

Come here.

"You beast, you're asking for death."

With a talisman attached to his ankle, Chen Xiangzi moved with incredible speed, arriving in front of the weasel in the blink of an eye. He then swung his whisk and smashed it down on the weasel's head.

Clang! A metallic clang rang out.

Xie Qi appeared out of nowhere and used his sword to block an attack for the weasel.

The weasel vanished without a trace before the sword struck.

Chen Xiangzi was so shocked that his hands went numb and he almost dropped his whisk.

"you……"

Before Chen Xiangzi could finish speaking, Xie Ning swung his sword and struck.

Fortunately, Chen Xiangzi dodged in time and, relying on the power of the Divine Speed ​​Talisman, retreated a great distance, creating distance between himself and Xie Ning.

Not far away on the stone wall, the weasel still smiled and looked at Chen Xiangzi with an expression that said, "What can you do about it?"

In the blink of an eye, Xie Qi attacked again with his sword, his sword strikes fierce and sharp.

Before Chen Xiangzi could dodge, the sword, carrying a chilling aura, slashed towards his face.

Chen Xiangzi instinctively closed his eyes, thinking to himself that his life was over!

To his surprise, Xie Qi's offensive came to an abrupt halt for some reason.

Chen Xiangzi slowly opened his eyes and saw the cold blade stop half an inch from the tip of his nose.

Xie Qi's wrist, which was holding the sword, was bound by a rope, the other end of which was held by Zhou Chu.

"I almost lost my life here!" Chen Xiangzi dodged the sword blade, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his heart was still pounding.

"What's going on..." Xie Qi sheathed his sword, looking puzzled.

Apart from clusters of will-o'-the-wisps, there was no sign of "the mountain lord taking a wife" anywhere.

Seeing that he had returned to normal, Zhou Chu put away the Spirit Binding Rope.

Chen Xiangzi said, "You two have fallen under the weasel's illusion."

"How come you're alright?" Xie Qi asked.

"Because he is not within the scope of illusion." Zhou Chu understood after a moment's thought that this weasel spirit was using its scent to confuse people.

Xie Qi was in the frontmost position and was most deeply hallucinating, while Zhou Chu was behind him and was less hallucinating than Xie Qi.

In the end, Chen Xiangzi didn't inhale much hallucinogenic odor at all, so she was fine.

Fortunately, the weasel's cultivation level was not high, and the illusion did not last long.

Otherwise, Chen Xiangzi would die first, followed by Zhou Chu and Xie Qi killing each other, allowing the weasel to reap the benefits.

Even so, Chen Xiangzi almost lost his life to Xie Qi's sword.

Fortunately, Zhou Chu regained his senses and stopped Xie Qi in time, thus saving Chen Xiangzi from disaster.

"This beast is truly vicious. If we capture him, we will skin him alive and tear him apart." Xie Qi slammed his sword into its sheath.

The words had barely left his lips when a sharp voice rang out from the darkness:

"You humans are the most vicious! My father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather, my great-great-grandfather... you all had their tendons and skins ripped out of them. Now that you've fallen into my hands, don't even think about leaving here alive!"

"How dare you, you beast!" Chen Xiangzi quickly shot a talisman towards the source of the sound.

Zhou Chu and Xie Qi looked toward the spot illuminated by the talisman.

The weasel clung to the stone wall, its mouth opening and closing, uttering human language:

"So what if you're a peak martial artist? In front of Lord Mountain Lord, you're nothing but a dish."

Hehe, if you know what's good for you, kneel down and kowtow a few times, calling him "Grandpa Huang Xian" a few times.

"Grandpa Huangxian is so pleased that I'll put in a good word for you with the Mountain Lord. You'll be spared the torment of having your tendons and skin peeled off. Instead, they'll just tie your hands and feet and steam you in a steamer for over forty hours..."

This weasel is quite the chatterbox.

"Stop arguing!" Xie Qi leaped up to catch the weasel.

Although the beast reacted quickly, Xie Qi's movements were even faster.

Soon Xie Qi grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him in front of Zhou Chu and Chen Xiangzi.

Xie Qi questioned it, "Tell me, where is the Mountain Lord?"

Zhou Chu suddenly realized that when the weasel was speaking, there was a hole beneath it. Why didn't Xie Qi hide inside when he caught it?

Seeing the weasel's eyes darting around, Zhou Chu immediately realized something was wrong.

This beast, wanting to lure people together, used the same trick again, bewitching the three of them once more.

So he shouted:

"Beware of illusions!"

Chen Xiangzi stepped forward, grabbed the weasel's tail, and stuffed something into the weasel's lower orifice, causing it to grimace and stick out its tongue in pain.

With its lower orifice blocked, the weasel could no longer cast illusions, and it stretched out its two front paws as if making a fist:

"Grandpas, please spare my life!"

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me where the mountain king is," Xie Qi demanded again.

At this point, he could no longer track the mountain lord's presence; it was as if the lord had vanished into thin air.

The weasel didn't speak, so Zhou Chu stepped forward and gently stroked its back fur:

"Such fine fur must be skinned alive..."

The weasel shuddered and shook its head repeatedly, begging for mercy, without mentioning where the mountain lord had gone.

"You won't talk, huh? I'll skin you alive right now." Zhou Chu said, binding the weasel's four legs with the Spirit Binding Rope.

Xie Qi also cooperated by taking out a dagger and gesturing at the weasel's abdomen, studying where to make the cut.

After weighing the pros and cons, the weasel finally spoke:

"I'll talk, I'll talk, please put the knife away."

"Hmm?" Xie Qi not only didn't remove the knife, but instead stuck the tip of the knife into the weasel's belly, and a drop of blood seeped out.

"Ouch, I said, don't prick me!" the weasel cried out in pain. "It would have been better if I hadn't said anything, because now that I have, we're all going to die."

Whether human or demon, loud or soft, the Mountain Lord can hear anyone speaking on this mountain.

He will undergo his tribulation tonight at midnight. If he succeeds, he will be able to break through the four realms.

Do you know what the Four Realms mean? It means that he is no longer the Mountain Lord, but the Mysterious Altar.

"What is the Xuantan? It is a god, the god of all beasts..."

Roar……

A tremendous tiger roar resounded, making the three of them feel a sharp pain in their eardrums.

The weasel was so frightened that it curled up into a ball, buried its head in its belly, and kept muttering:

"Dead, dead, dead..."