Mutated Tao Chapter 759: death

Chapter 759 Death

In the pouring rain, a white-clothed scholar stood there, looking out of place with everything around him.

That was Zhuge Yuan, the dead Zhuge Yuan was rebuilt by Li Huowang with the spine sword.

Zhuge Yuan looked around, and immediately understood what happened. He held his long-handled writing brush, lightly touched the red color, then clenched his fingers, and swiped hard at the chicken-legged people in front of him.

At this moment, the pen in Zhuge Yuan's hand was like the pen of the judge of the underworld. Wherever it touched, all the chicken-footed people fell to the ground without a sound, and the incense in the incense burner was instantly extinguished, and could not be lit again.

Zhuge Yuan turned around and looked at Li Huowang, "Brother Li, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you all right?"

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

I have to figure it out, although this is very similar to Zhuge Yuan, but he is not Zhuge Yuan, he just forcibly cultivated himself.

Now that I have achieved a great deal of cultivation, I can use the spine sword to cultivate Zhuge Yuan, but the cultivation is done, it is a fake after all, Zhuge Yuan is dead, I must recognize the reality

Cultivated him out by himself, but only used it as a tool! Just like Peng Longteng! I can't transfer the emotions I pinned on Zhuge Yuan to this fake.

He tried to tell the truth from the fake, but when Li Huowang thought so, Zhuge Yuan's body began to collapse rapidly, and he was about to retreat back to the spine sword.

The existence or non-existence of things that come out of cultivation depends on Li Huowang's thought, he can't distinguish so clearly, if he doesn't think from the bottom of his heart that Zhuge Yuan in front of him is real, then Zhuge Yuan can't come out of cultivation.

Zhuge Yuan saw the clue, and immediately reminded: "Brother Li, no matter whether I am fake or not, if you really think that I am fake, then I must not exist."

Li Huowang roared in pain, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Zhuge Yuan with teary eyes.

The body that had just collapsed gradually stabilized, and Zhuge Yuan appeared in front of Li Huowang again.

Looking at the familiar faces, Li Huowang stretched out his fingers tremblingly, pointing at the enemies around him.

"Help me! Help me kill them! Kill them all!!!"

Zhuge Yuan nodded lightly, when he turned around again, he waved the brush in his hand again.

In the heavy rain, the chicken-legged men fell down 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 set their target on Li Huowang who was kneeling in pain.

Obviously, they saw Li Huowang's cultivation just now, and they knew the causal relationship between them.

But with Zhuge Yuan around, these people obviously thought too much, they couldn't get close to Li Huowang at all.

When Zhuge Yuan appeared, it seemed that the fight was a foregone conclusion.

The chicken-footed people seemed to want to struggle for something. No matter what methods they came up with, Zhuge Yuan could always resolve them one by one. The strength difference between the two sides was too great.

Facing Zhuge Yuan's strength, these chicken-footed men were obviously no match. With one stroke, the chicken-footed men around them disappeared quickly, and the incense in the air gradually dispersed, and there was no trace of it anymore. White smoke drifted into the white hat.

Among the heavy rain, Zhuge Yuan stood alone on the **** 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 and fell to the ground, lying in the rain, panting heavily.

If you want to maintain Zhuge Yuan's existence, every breath and every moment is incomparably painful, and your whole head hurts like it's about to explode.

Without Li Huowang's support, Zhuge Yuan's body was dissipating rapidly, he looked at Li Huowang and said slowly: "Brother Li, can I ask you one more thing, Daqi is really saved Already?"

After seeing Li Huowang nodded lightly, the contented Zhuge Yuan turned back into a spine sword again, and thrust it obliquely into the ground.

"Father." Li Sui, who was on the move, 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."

Ignored to talk to Li Sui, Li Huowang stood up and looked around at the results of the battle.

The altar was full of chicken-legged people, they were almost dead, even if they were not dead, they were chased by Zhao Jiabao and the others, and they quickly followed the pace of their companions.

In the entire wooden city before, the rain in the sky and the blood on the ground intertwined, making this city standing in the middle of the mountain into a city of blood.

Above the sticky and muddy **** water was the huge four-legged statue squatting in the center of the city covered with red cloth strips.

Although it looked even more terrifying under the support of the blood, at least it didn't move anymore, which made Li Huowang completely relieved.

However, Li Huowang was still not careless, he turned his head to Zhao Jiabao next to him and ordered: "Scatter everyone out, search the whole city inside and out! As long as they are alive, they will be killed! Not one left!"

The more careful it is at this time, Li Huowang dare not be careless when it comes to whether he can defeat Fajiao.

He even wanted to struggle to stand up, and wanted to go together, but his head, which seemed to be about to explode, would not allow it.

Zhuge Yuan is a heart pan, the energy needed to cultivate him is undoubtedly huge, even with the help of the spine sword, it is extremely reluctant to cultivate Zhuge Yuan out.

"Xuan Mi! Xuan Mi, come out to me!" Li Huowang's tone at this moment was very unfriendly, but the phantom of Xuan Mi that might appear next to Li Huowang at any time in the past did not appear again this time.

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

"Do you think it's over if you hide? You 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, walked to the left, and looked at the blood slowly oozing from under the window.

It seemed that there were other people in this city besides those chicken-legged people, 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 mountain-like statue in the heavy rain. After there was no trace of movement, he looked at the optical mirror in the mirror.

"Now, there shouldn't be much drama in Fajiao, right?"

He thought so, but when he noticed the scene on the optical mirror, Li Huowang's pupils instantly shrank to extremely small.

I saw that the soldiers who should have gathered into a big red dot seemed to be bitten by something at this moment, and a large piece was forcibly torn off by something.