In the heavy rain, a scholar in white stood there, looking out of place with everything around him.
That was Zhuge Yuan, the once dead Zhuge Yuan, who was rebuilt by Li Huowang with the spinal sword.
Zhuge Yuan looked around and immediately understood what was going on. He held his long-handled brush in his hand, and lightly pointed it on the red, then clenched his fingers tightly, and stroked hard at the chicken-footed people in front of him.
At this moment, the pen in Zhuge Yuan's hand was like the pen of the underworld judge. Wherever he touched, all the chicken-footed people fell to the ground and then disappeared, and the incense in the incense burner was instantly extinguished and could no longer be lit.
Zhuge Yuan turned around and looked at Li Huowang. Brother Li, I haven’t seen you for a long time, so why are you safe?
Li Huowang, who was having a split headache, heard this, and was about to raise the corner of his mouth on his face with a painful expression, but he immediately thought of something and bent down again with a painful expression.
I must figure it out that although this is very similar to Zhuge Yuan, he is not Zhuge Yuan. He just made it through forced cultivation.
Now that I have achieved great success in my cultivation, I can use the spinal sword to cultivate Zhuge Yuan, but cultivation is done, but it is false after all. Zhuge Yuan is dead, and I must recognize the reality clearly.
I used him to cultivate himself, but I just used it as a tool!Just like Peng Longteng!I cannot transfer the emotions that I put on Zhuge Yuan to this fake.
He tried to distinguish between true and false, but just as Li Huowang was thinking this way, Zhuge Yuan's body began to collapse quickly and was about to retreat back to the spinal sword.
Whether the things that come from cultivation exist or not is within Li Huowang's thoughts. He cannot distinguish them so clearly. If he does not think from the bottom of his heart that Zhuge Yuan is real, then Zhuge Yuan will not come out of cultivation.
Zhuge Yuan saw the clues and immediately reminded: Brother Li, no matter whether I am fake or not, if you really think I am fake, then I must not exist.
Li Huowang roared in pain, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Zhuge Yuan with tears in his eyes.
The body that had just collapsed gradually stabilized, and Zhuge Yuan appeared in front of Li Huowang again.
Looking at the familiar face, Li Huowang stretched out his fingers so much that he trembled and pointed at the enemies around him.
help me!Kill them for me!Kill them all!!!
Zhuge Yuan nodded gently, and when he turned around again, he waved the brush in his hand again.
The chicken-footed people fell down like wheat in the heavy rain, and they immediately saw something was wrong.
Everyone tacitly besieged Li Huowang from all directions. They did not attack the powerful Zhuge Yuan, but set their targets beside Li Huowang, who was kneeling in pain.
It is obvious that they just saw Li Huowang's cultivation and knew the causal relationship between them.
However, with Zhuge Yuan here, these people were obviously thinking too much, and they could not get close to Li Huowang's body.
When Zhuge Yuan appeared, it seemed that this battle was finalized.
The chicken-footed man seemed to want to struggle. No matter how they came up with various solutions, Zhuge Yuan could always resolve them one by one. The strength of the two sides was too different.
Faced with Zhuge Yuan's strength, these chicken-footed men were obviously no match. In the strokes, the chicken-footed men around quickly disappeared, and the incense in the sky gradually dispersed, and no trace of white smoke drifted into the white hat.
In the heavy rain, Zhuge Yuan stood in the middle with his sword on the bloody altar, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.
Brother Li, let go, I am the fake Zhuge Yuan, I am really dead.
Hearing this, Li Huowang, who was covering his head in the heavy rain, staggered to the ground, lay in the rain, gasping for breath.
If you want to maintain Zhuge Yuan's existence, you will feel extremely painful every breath and every moment, and your whole head hurts so much that it seems to be about to explode.
Without Li Huowang's maintenance, Zhuge Yuan's body was dissipating rapidly. He looked at Li Huowang and said slowly: Brother Li, can I ask you another thing? Is Da Qi really saved?
After seeing Li Huowang nodding gently, Zhuge Yuan, who was satisfied, turned back to the spinal sword and inserted it obliquely on the ground.
father.Li Sui, who was showing off, crawled over and helped Li Huowang up from her tentacles.Dad, don’t be afraid, your head is still there, your head is still there.
Without even having to talk to Li Sui, Li Huowang stood up and looked around at the results of the battle.
There were chicken-legged people everywhere on the altar. They were almost dead. Even if they were not dead, they quickly followed their companions under the pursuit of Zhao Jiabao and the others.
In the past, the rain in the sky and the blood on the ground intertwined each other, making the city standing in the deep mountains become a blood city.
Above the sticky and muddy blood, there was the huge four-legged statue squatting in the middle of the city covered with red cloth strips.
Although it looked even more terrifying under the support of blood, at least it did not move anymore, which made Li Huowang completely relieved.
But in this way, Li Huowang was still not careless. He turned his head and ordered Zhao Jiabao next to him: Spread out everyone and read the whole city inside and outside!As long as you live, you will be killed!No one left!
The more you are at this time, the more you should be more careful. As it is related to whether you can defeat the Dharma teachings, Li Huowang dare not be careless.
He even wanted to stand up with struggle and go with him, but his head, which seemed to be about to explode, was not allowed to do so.
As a heart-pan, Zhuge Yuan needed to cultivate him without a doubt. Even if he used the spinal sword to cultivate Zhuge Yuan, it would be extremely difficult.
Mysterious female!Xuanpin, come out for me!Li Huowang's tone was very bad at this moment, but the mysterious illusion that could have appeared around Li Huowang at any time in the past did not appear again this time.
Xuanpin, get out of here!Li Huowang roared loudly in the heavy rain, but there was still no movement.
Do you think it's over to hide?You wait!Wait for me to go back!You have to give me an explanation!Li Huowang then cursed in his heart.
Feeling a little bit of relief in his head, Li Huowang stood up, walked to the left, and looked at the blood slowly oozing out from under the window.
Before, there seemed to be other people in this city besides the chicken-footed people, and there seemed to be others who didn't know what they were doing here.
But that was before, and now it is gone.
Li Huowang looked up again and looked at the huge statue of the god in the heavy rain like a mountain. After no trace of movement, he looked at the optical mirror inside the mirror.
Now, there should be no opera singing in the Dharma teachings?
He thought so, but when he noticed the scene on the optical rotation mirror, Li Huowang's pupils instantly shrank to a very small size.
I saw that the military strategist, which should have gathered into a big red dot, seemed to have been bitten hard by something and forced torn a large piece off by something.
That was Zhuge Yuan, the once dead Zhuge Yuan, who was rebuilt by Li Huowang with the spinal sword.
Zhuge Yuan looked around and immediately understood what was going on. He held his long-handled brush in his hand, and lightly pointed it on the red, then clenched his fingers tightly, and stroked hard at the chicken-footed people in front of him.
At this moment, the pen in Zhuge Yuan's hand was like the pen of the underworld judge. Wherever he touched, all the chicken-footed people fell to the ground and then disappeared, and the incense in the incense burner was instantly extinguished and could no longer be lit.
Zhuge Yuan turned around and looked at Li Huowang. Brother Li, I haven’t seen you for a long time, so why are you safe?
Li Huowang, who was having a split headache, heard this, and was about to raise the corner of his mouth on his face with a painful expression, but he immediately thought of something and bent down again with a painful expression.
I must figure it out that although this is very similar to Zhuge Yuan, he is not Zhuge Yuan. He just made it through forced cultivation.
Now that I have achieved great success in my cultivation, I can use the spinal sword to cultivate Zhuge Yuan, but cultivation is done, but it is false after all. Zhuge Yuan is dead, and I must recognize the reality clearly.
I used him to cultivate himself, but I just used it as a tool!Just like Peng Longteng!I cannot transfer the emotions that I put on Zhuge Yuan to this fake.
He tried to distinguish between true and false, but just as Li Huowang was thinking this way, Zhuge Yuan's body began to collapse quickly and was about to retreat back to the spinal sword.
Whether the things that come from cultivation exist or not is within Li Huowang's thoughts. He cannot distinguish them so clearly. If he does not think from the bottom of his heart that Zhuge Yuan is real, then Zhuge Yuan will not come out of cultivation.
Zhuge Yuan saw the clues and immediately reminded: Brother Li, no matter whether I am fake or not, if you really think I am fake, then I must not exist.
Li Huowang roared in pain, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Zhuge Yuan with tears in his eyes.
The body that had just collapsed gradually stabilized, and Zhuge Yuan appeared in front of Li Huowang again.
Looking at the familiar face, Li Huowang stretched out his fingers so much that he trembled and pointed at the enemies around him.
help me!Kill them for me!Kill them all!!!
Zhuge Yuan nodded gently, and when he turned around again, he waved the brush in his hand again.
The chicken-footed people fell down like wheat in the heavy rain, and they immediately saw something was wrong.
Everyone tacitly besieged Li Huowang from all directions. They did not attack the powerful Zhuge Yuan, but set their targets beside Li Huowang, who was kneeling in pain.
It is obvious that they just saw Li Huowang's cultivation and knew the causal relationship between them.
However, with Zhuge Yuan here, these people were obviously thinking too much, and they could not get close to Li Huowang's body.
When Zhuge Yuan appeared, it seemed that this battle was finalized.
The chicken-footed man seemed to want to struggle. No matter how they came up with various solutions, Zhuge Yuan could always resolve them one by one. The strength of the two sides was too different.
Faced with Zhuge Yuan's strength, these chicken-footed men were obviously no match. In the strokes, the chicken-footed men around quickly disappeared, and the incense in the sky gradually dispersed, and no trace of white smoke drifted into the white hat.
In the heavy rain, Zhuge Yuan stood in the middle with his sword on the bloody altar, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.
Brother Li, let go, I am the fake Zhuge Yuan, I am really dead.
Hearing this, Li Huowang, who was covering his head in the heavy rain, staggered to the ground, lay in the rain, gasping for breath.
If you want to maintain Zhuge Yuan's existence, you will feel extremely painful every breath and every moment, and your whole head hurts so much that it seems to be about to explode.
Without Li Huowang's maintenance, Zhuge Yuan's body was dissipating rapidly. He looked at Li Huowang and said slowly: Brother Li, can I ask you another thing? Is Da Qi really saved?
After seeing Li Huowang nodding gently, Zhuge Yuan, who was satisfied, turned back to the spinal sword and inserted it obliquely on the ground.
father.Li Sui, who was showing off, crawled over and helped Li Huowang up from her tentacles.Dad, don’t be afraid, your head is still there, your head is still there.
Without even having to talk to Li Sui, Li Huowang stood up and looked around at the results of the battle.
There were chicken-legged people everywhere on the altar. They were almost dead. Even if they were not dead, they quickly followed their companions under the pursuit of Zhao Jiabao and the others.
In the past, the rain in the sky and the blood on the ground intertwined each other, making the city standing in the deep mountains become a blood city.
Above the sticky and muddy blood, there was the huge four-legged statue squatting in the middle of the city covered with red cloth strips.
Although it looked even more terrifying under the support of blood, at least it did not move anymore, which made Li Huowang completely relieved.
But in this way, Li Huowang was still not careless. He turned his head and ordered Zhao Jiabao next to him: Spread out everyone and read the whole city inside and outside!As long as you live, you will be killed!No one left!
The more you are at this time, the more you should be more careful. As it is related to whether you can defeat the Dharma teachings, Li Huowang dare not be careless.
He even wanted to stand up with struggle and go with him, but his head, which seemed to be about to explode, was not allowed to do so.
As a heart-pan, Zhuge Yuan needed to cultivate him without a doubt. Even if he used the spinal sword to cultivate Zhuge Yuan, it would be extremely difficult.
Mysterious female!Xuanpin, come out for me!Li Huowang's tone was very bad at this moment, but the mysterious illusion that could have appeared around Li Huowang at any time in the past did not appear again this time.
Xuanpin, get out of here!Li Huowang roared loudly in the heavy rain, but there was still no movement.
Do you think it's over to hide?You wait!Wait for me to go back!You have to give me an explanation!Li Huowang then cursed in his heart.
Feeling a little bit of relief in his head, Li Huowang stood up, walked to the left, and looked at the blood slowly oozing out from under the window.
Before, there seemed to be other people in this city besides the chicken-footed people, and there seemed to be others who didn't know what they were doing here.
But that was before, and now it is gone.
Li Huowang looked up again and looked at the huge statue of the god in the heavy rain like a mountain. After no trace of movement, he looked at the optical mirror inside the mirror.
Now, there should be no opera singing in the Dharma teachings?
He thought so, but when he noticed the scene on the optical rotation mirror, Li Huowang's pupils instantly shrank to a very small size.
I saw that the military strategist, which should have gathered into a big red dot, seemed to have been bitten hard by something and forced torn a large piece off by something.
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