Chapter 759 Death
In the pouring rain, a scholar in white stood there, looking out of place with everything around him.
That was Zhuge Yuan. The once dead Zhuge Yuan was rebuilt by Li Huowang with the help of the Spine Sword.
Zhuge Yuan looked around and immediately understood what was going on. He held his long-handled brush and lightly painted on the red color. Then he clenched his fingers and drew hard on the chicken-legged people in front of him.
At this moment, the pen in Zhuge Yuan's hand was like the pen of the underworld judge. Wherever it touched, all the chicken-footed men fell to the ground without making a sound, and the incense in the incense burners 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. Are you okay?"
Li Huowang, who had a splitting headache, was about to raise his lips with a painful expression when he heard this, but he immediately thought of something and bent down again with a painful expression.
He must understand clearly that although this is very similar to Zhuge Yuan, he is not Zhuge Yuan. He just cultivated it through forced cultivation.
Now that he has achieved great success in cultivation, he can use the Spine Sword to cultivate Zhuge Yuan, but the cultivation is done through cultivation, but it is fake after all. Zhuge Yuan is dead, and he must recognize the reality clearly.
I cultivated him myself, just to use him as a tool! Just like Peng Longteng! I can't transfer the emotions I pinned on Zhuge Yuan to this fake.
He tried to distinguish the true from the false, but just when Li Huowang was thinking this, Zhuge Yuan's body began to collapse rapidly, and he was about to return to the Spine Sword again.
The existence or non-existence of what comes out of cultivation depends on Li Huowang's thoughts. He can't distinguish it so clearly. If he doesn't believe from the bottom of his heart that the Zhuge Yuan in front of him is real, then Zhuge Yuan can't cultivate.
Zhuge Yuan saw the clues and immediately reminded: "Brother Li, no matter whether I am a fake or not, if you really think that I am a fake, then I must not exist."
Li Huowang roared in pain, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Zhuge Yuan with tearful 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 trembling fingers and pointed at the enemies around him.
"Help me! Help me kill them! Kill them all!!!"
Zhuge Yuan nodded slightly, then turned around again and waved the brush in his hand again.
In the heavy rain, the chicken-footed men fell one by one like wheat, and they immediately saw that something was wrong.
Everyone tacitly attacked Li Huowang from all directions. They did not attack the powerful Zhuge Yuan, but targeted Li Huowang, who was kneeling in pain.
Obviously, they had seen Li Huowang's cultivation just now and knew the causal relationship between them.
But with Zhuge Yuan here, these people obviously thought too much, and they couldn't get close to Li Huowang at all.
When Zhuge Yuan appeared, it seemed that the battle was already settled.
The chicken-footed men seemed to be struggling for something. No matter how many methods they came up with, Zhuge Yuan could always resolve them one by one. There was really a huge difference in strength between the two sides.
Facing Zhuge Yuan's strength, these chicken-footed men were obviously no match. In the blink of an eye, the chicken-footed men around them quickly disappeared. The incense in the air gradually dispersed, and there was no longer a trace of white smoke. Get into the white hat.
In the heavy rain, on the altar covered with blood, Zhuge Yuan stood in the middle with one man and one sword, and the surrounding gradually became quiet.
"Brother Li, let go. I am the fake Zhuge Yuan and I am really dead."
Hearing this, Li Huowang, who was covering his head in the heavy rain, stumbled to the ground and lay in the rain, gasping for air.
Wanting to maintain Zhuge Yuan's existence, every breath and every moment was extremely painful, and his whole head hurt as if it was about to explode.
Without Li Huowang's support, Zhuge Yuan's body was rapidly dissipating. He looked at Li Huowang and said slowly: "Brother Li, can I ask you one more thing? Is Daqi really saved? "
When he saw Li Huowang nodding gently, Zhuge Yuan, who was satisfied, transformed into the spine sword again and stuck it diagonally on the ground.
"Dad." Li Sui 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."
Ignoring talking to Li Sui, Li Huowang stood up and looked around at the results of the battle.
There were chicken-footed men everywhere on the altar. They were almost dead. Even if they were not dead, they were still being chased by Zhao Jiabao and others, and they quickly kept up with their companions.
The entire wooden city before was intertwined with the rain in the air and the blood on the ground, turning this city that stood deep in the mountains into a city of blood.
Above the sticky, muddy bloody water, covered with red cloth strips, was a huge four-legged statue squatting in the center of the city.
Although it looked more terrifying under the support of blood and water, at least it didn't move anymore, which made Li Huowang completely relieved.
However, Li Huowang was still not careless. He turned to Zhao Jiabao next to him and ordered: "Scatter all the people out and search the entire city inside and outside! As long as they are alive, kill them all! Leave no one behind." !”
At this time, he had to be more careful. Li Huowang did not dare to be careless when it came to whether he could defeat the Dharma.
He even wanted to struggle to stand up and go with him, but his head, which seemed about to explode, did not allow him to do so.
Zhuge Yuan is a Xinpan, and the energy required to cultivate him is undoubtedly huge. Even with the help of the Spine Sword, it is extremely difficult to cultivate Zhuge Yuan.
"Xuan Ming! Xuan Ming, come out!" Li Huowang's tone at this moment was very unkind. However, the illusion of Xuan Ming that might appear around Li Huowang at any time in the past did not appear again this time.
"Xuan Ming, get out of here!" Li Huowang roared loudly in the heavy rain, but there was still no movement.
"Do you think hiding is enough? Just wait! Wait for me to go back! You have to give me an explanation!" Li Huowang then cursed secretly in his heart.
Feeling that his head felt a little better, Li Huowang stood up and walked to the left, looking at the blood slowly seeping out from under the window.
It seemed that besides the chicken-footed people, there were other people in this city before, and they didn't know what they were doing here.
But that was before, not anymore.
Li Huowang raised his head again and looked at the huge mountain-like statue in the heavy rain. After there was no trace of movement, he looked at the polar mirror in the mirror.
"Now, there shouldn't be any drama in the Dharma teachings, right?"
That's what he thought, but when he noticed the scene on the polariscope, Li Huowang's pupils shrank to an extremely small size in an instant.
I saw that the soldiers who should have gathered into a big red dot seemed to have been bitten hard by something at this moment, and a large piece was forcibly torn off by something.