Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

This fox has no cultivation, the fur on its body is maroon, and its four paws are dark black. The fur is stained with muddy water and looks dirty, and its hanging eyes are also tightly closed at this time.

It looked like an ordinary red fox, as if it was knocked out by its owner for stealing chickens.

Wu Tang recalled the past, his anger rose from his heart to evil, and he gently pushed him out of the mud pit with his toes.

When Wen Yanke passed the fox just now, he just glanced at it and walked away.Therefore, Wu Tang didn't pay much attention to the fox, guessing that it might not be the key to breaking the formation.

He lifted the nape of the unconscious fox's neck and shook it in the air.Because its fur was too dirty and soiled Wu Tang's hands, he couldn't help but click his tongue in disgust, and cast a clear water spell on it to clean it up.

The fox's limp body swayed with his movements, and its four legs swayed like bones.

"Wake up..." Wutang sent a burst of spiritual energy into its body.

But the fox was still in a coma, showing no sign of waking up.

Generally speaking, ordinary monsters should basically wake up after being nourished by his aura.Unless it refuses to wake up by itself, or it is controlled by someone so it cannot wake up.

Wu Tang became a little interested, a contract entered into its body, and then threw it into the beast control bag.

His cultivation at this time is not the same as when he was a child, and the contract he set is even more subtle. The fox can't hurt him, and he can't leave him for half a step. If he wants to break the contract, he is the only one who is willing, otherwise the fox will be wiped out. .

"Did you find any traces of Zhenyan?" Wu Tang threw the fox in and walked in front of Wen Yanke.

Wen Yanke was holding a snow-white cat in her hand. Its fur was free of any impurities and dust. Its indigo cat eyes were wide open, and its legs were a little shorter than ordinary cats. The most eye-catching thing was the cat behind it. Has two fluffy tails.

Wu Tang's eyes widened, and he stared intently: "This is the white civet demon!"

It is an extremely rare and rare monster. Looking at the two tails behind it, it can be seen that its cultivation age is not very old. It is probably at the golden core stage of human cultivation, which is the right time to be captured as a contracted beast.

Compared with it, the fox just now was so gray that there was no need to take it out.

"I've already found the formation holes, and we just need to wait for other people to find the formation holes everywhere, and we will break through together." Wen Yanke pointed to a well beside him.

"Brother likes this cat demon?" Wen Yanke asked aloud seeing that Wu Tang's eyes were not blinking on the cat.

Wu Tang's eyes lit up, and he nodded.

Facing Wu Tang's expectant eyes, Wen Yanke smiled softly, and put the white civet on Wu Tang's hands: "It probably broke into this illusion by mistake when it was young, and it has been living here. If you like it, brother It can be accepted as a contract beast."

"Okay..." Since Wu Tang was bullied by the fox when he was young, he has never raised a contracted beast, instead he has raised Gu worms, this is the first time he has met one he likes.

To some extent, the monster has a keen intuition, and in its eyes, the monks in the dementing stage are just dead things.

It was the first time it saw a human being, and it was full of curiosity, but it seemed to be somewhat resistant to the fox smell on Wu Tang, and it struggled to crawl back when Wu Tang hugged it.

When Wu Tang lost his grip, he was grabbed by it's paw and broke away while he was in pain.

It ran into the corner in fright, and looked at Wu Tang vigilantly through the gap.

Seeing this, Wen Yanke made a trick to roll it back.

It hung its neck in the air and was re-delivered to Wu Tang's hands. I don't know what spell Wen Yanke cast on it, but this time it stayed in Wu Tang's hands obediently.But the hair all over his body suddenly raised, his pupils dilated and his ears were turned back in fright.

Wu Tang suddenly felt a little resentful, and lost the interest in adopting contracted beasts.

"Forget it..." Wu Tang waved his hand.

Fortunately, he has never been liked by monsters, even those monsters raised in the sect.Even those who often met and fed mostly didn't like him. Fortunately, his junior brother and he were also not liked by monsters, so he didn't care too much.

The white civet ran away as soon as it landed, and disappeared in an instant.

They didn't have much time left, Wen Yanke arranged everything and destroyed the Dementor Array.

The souls of those cultivators who had been trapped here for a thousand years without peace hovered in the air for a moment, then turned into smoke and dissipated. The stele, at this moment, the stele was no longer bleeding, just like usual.

Only the row of bones remained, lined up in front of the stele.

Everyone did not find the spiritual pulse this time, but fortunately there was no danger, and there were not too many casualties. They came here excitedly, but now they only feel sad in their hearts.

Eldest brother and the others left first, only Wu Tang and Wen Yanke were left around, so quiet that even the sound of wind and insects in the mountains could be heard clearly.

Wu Tang's brain, which was originally filled with messy things, settled down in this quiet environment, and only the incident at night emerged.

"Look for Xieyinghua." Wu Tang felt that the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, and broke the silence dryly.

"Okay..." Wen Yanke smiled and nodded.

Wu Tang suddenly became more uncomfortable.

Wu Tang hurriedly took out his flying magic weapon, walking on the road was better than being quiet like this.

At this moment, Wu Tang suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from behind, followed the sound and saw the white civet.

It seemed to have been following them, meowing when they turned around.

It first came to Wu Tang curiously, but Wu Tang still remembered how it disliked him before, so he ignored it.

He thought that if it touched him again, he would accept it.

Unexpectedly, it turned its head immediately, and moved to Wen Yanke's side again, scratching at the hem of his robe, Wen Yanke drove it aside with a gust of wind.

Its hair exploded and wiped a distance on the ground.

Wen Yanke's methods were not gentle, even a little rough, but it suddenly lit up, as if it was attracted by something about Wen Yanke, and it persevered to get closer again.

"Go away..." Knowing that it could understand, Wen Yanke swung her sword and pointed at it with cold eyes.

However, it became more and more excited, and it was like a dog sniffing around and wagging its tail.

Seeing this, Wu Tang suddenly remembered that the white civet will be attracted by the fierceness of people, and the more fierce the person is, the more it will surrender and automatically regard it as its master.

This kind of monster will not be controlled by the contract, even if it already has an owner.If the ominous aura on the owner's body weakens, or if it encounters a more ominous person, it will directly abandon the original owner.

So judging from its current appearance, Wen Yanke has been given priority.

Therefore, as soon as Wen Yanke told him to go away, it obediently stayed away, never seeing its previous vicious appearance again, and looked extremely pitiful and cute.

The more impatient Wen Yanke was with it, the more obedient and submissive it would be.

Wu Tang's eyes turned red.

At this moment, there was a strange movement from the beast bag on Wu Tang's waist, and half a fox's head protruded out.

It seemed to have just woken up, and was struggling desperately in the beast-controlling bag. Wu Tang signed the contract just taking advantage of its weakness.But it didn't restrict its freedom, so a not so close was really broken free by it.

Seeing this, Wen Yanke couldn't help asking, her eyes darkened: "What did senior brother grab?"

Wu Tang was busy pushing down the fox's head, and didn't have the time to answer seriously: "It's nothing..."