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 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 no longer heard, 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, how can you come?"

Li Huowang, who was suffering from a headache, heard this, and was about to raise the corner of his mouth, but he immediately thought of something and bent down again with pain.

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 fake after all. Zhuge Yuan is dead, and I must recognize the reality.

I used him to cultivate his true nature, but he used it as a tool! Just like Peng Longteng! I could not transfer the emotions that were placed 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, and 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 trembled and stretched out his fingers and pointed at the enemies around him.

"Help me! Help me kill them! 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 in the heavy rain fell down like wheat, 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 not opponents. 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 bloody altar, with his sword, 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?"

When he saw Li Huowang nodding gently, Zhuge Yuan, who was satisfied, turned back to the spinal sword and inserted it obliquely on the ground.

"Dad." Li Sui, who was showing off, crawled over and helped Li Huowang up from his 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 battle results.

There were chicken-legged people everywhere on the altar. They were almost dead. Even if they were not dead, they quickly followed the pace of 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, 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 everyone out and turn over the entire city inside and outside! As long as they are alive, kill them! No one is 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.

"Xuanpin! Come out with me!" Li Huowang's tone was very bad at this moment, but the mysterious female illusion that could have appeared beside Li Huowang at any time in the past did not appear again this time.

"Xuanpin, get out!" Li Huowang roared loudly in the heavy rain, but there was still no movement.

"Do you think it's over to hide? Wait! Wait until I go back! You must give me an explanation!" Li Huowang then cursed in his heart.

Feeling a little uncomfortable feeling in his head, Li Huowang stood up and walked to the left, looking 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 no one else in this place.

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 Fashua School, right?"

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.
Chapter completed!