The red-tailed raccoon cat had nowhere to dodge. The strong wind and magic sword fell down and instantly turned into ashes and dissipated. It was originally the last of a powerful crossbow, and it was powerless to deal with one side's attack, let alone attacking on both sides.

Poor hundreds of years of hard work finally turned into a bubble.

The red-tailed raccoon cat turned into ashes, and the strong wind magic sword collided. The wind dissipated and the sword retreated.

Wang Pan stood in front of the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar smiled and spoke first, "Fellow Taoist is polite. My God is coming when you are over the tribulation. If you don't mind, you can walk to watch the tribulation."

"Train through the tribulation?"

Wang Pan looked at the middle-aged scholar and saw that his body was condensed but not dispersed. He should have been the body condensed by practicing the masterful ghost teachings. The swing of his sleeves just now could catch up with the power of his flying sword, and his strength must be far above him.

And the "God Lord" he mentioned must be the god of this mountain.

The mountain god overcomes the tribulation!

I don’t know what kind of disaster I’ve survived.

After thinking for a while, Wang Pan did not refuse, "Little Dao Wang Pan, thank you for your invitation. I am honored."

"please!"

"please!"
Chapter completed!