Leiyin Temple

Seeing Lu Dongbin's gaze grow increasingly dangerous, sword in hand and itching to strike, the two old Taoists gradually fell silent.

They had finally realized that something was wrong.

This little fellow seemed to have some strange ideas about them.

"Cough, cough, don't rush."

"Give us half a day, and we'll definitely settle this."

"Yes, yes, definitely."

The two old Taoists rubbed their hands awkwardly, looking thoroughly embarrassed as they spoke.

After all, it was too humiliating to say aloud.

Lu Dongbin said nothing. With a cold expression, he took out his phone, started a three-hour countdown, and set it on the ground. His meaning could not have been clearer.

Three hours. If they failed, he would chop them down!

Even if it meant bearing the infamy of betraying his masters and ancestors.

Zhou Han was somewhat amazed. So getting these old ancestors to work hard was actually this simple.

She had learned something.

For a moment, even Zhou Han's gaze became dangerous.

The two old Taoists looked at each other, then silently began studying it again.

Maitreya and the old monk gradually slowed down.

Wang Ye was unfamiliar with this area. The Wasteland was simply too vast; even if he wanted to explore all of it, it would take at least a year.

This was a high mountain.

The trees on the mountain were lush and verdant, with corpses hanging from them one after another. All of them had their eyes open, wearing savage smiles.

They were clearly all ghosts.

In the Wasteland, places like lakes and mountains needed to be avoided. Most ghosts gathered in such areas, and once trouble arose, escaping was difficult.

But at Wang Ye's level of strength, while he still could not act completely without restraint in the Wasteland, as long as he