"This is a fake! He dared to do it, he must have wanted to kill someone and silence him!"

"That's right! This fake has been defeated, and I am the real one!"

"We all are!"

"You are all fake. I am the true identity. There is only one true identity, and that is me!"

"I am the true avatar!"

"I am the real incarnation!"

"You are all fake! There is really only one, and it's me!"

"No, it's me!!"

"No! It's really me! It's just me!!"

Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling looked at each other with hatred, shouted with distorted faces, and looked crazy, but they did not continue to attack.

Swish, brush, brush...

Boom boom boom boom…

After some fierce commotion, the battle on Pei Ling's side also ended.

"This fake can't move at last!"

"Whatever is fake is fake! I am the real Pei Ling!"

"I am Pei Ling, you are all fake!"

"We are all Pei Ling, you are the fake one!"

"No, there is only one Pei Ling, and that's me!!"

"None of you are! You are all fake, I am Pei Ling!"

All Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling began to quarrel. During the confession, the oil lamp began to dim and gradually went out.

Fu Xuanxu kept coughing, his breath quickly weakened, and blood slowly dripped from his seven orifices.

Starting from Chezhou, Pei Ling showed off his charisma as the God of Ten Thousand Tribulations. He cut a bloody path with one sword and cut through the siege of the crazy alien race. He also killed Su Lijing and transformed into a monster to break the situation, and took them to the sea of ​​​​Wanbi...

In the subsequent crisis of the human skin lantern, it was the Holy Son of the Demon Sect who took action in time, allowing him to escape from death.

The will of the fallen immortal requires the power of law, and the other party takes the lead, stepping into this dangerous and treacherous place with him...

Perhaps in the Demon Sect, this Pei Ling is indeed a devil who does all kinds of evil, has many tricks, and uses any means, but when facing real difficulties, the other party is a reliable ally who can be completely entrusted with his back.

Now the two of them are fighting side by side again. Needless to say, they cooperate tacitly. Unfortunately, they are not strong enough and cannot buy enough time for the other party...

Thinking of this, Fu Xuanxu's eyes flashed with determination, and he suddenly shouted with all his strength: "Shengzi Pei, can you still move?"

The next moment, Pei Ling's voice came from the other side of the earthen house: "Yes!"

Fu Xuanxu took a deep breath and said: "I have one last resort. If Holy Son Pei can escape, please protect my junior brothers and sisters at this critical moment!"

With that said, he no longer waited for Pei Ling to answer, and the aura around him suddenly surged, and he was clearly preparing to self-destruct!

But at this moment.

"Squeak."

The simple wooden door opened again.

But this time, no one came in.

The moment the wooden door opened, all Pei Ling and Fu Xuanxu in the earthen house, whether real or fake, all lost their magic power and body control in an instant.

Fu Xuanxu was startled. The self-destruction he had just begun was immediately interrupted.

The next moment, a huge hand stretched out, first took off the unfinished hemp rope hanging on the wall, and then grabbed all Fu Xuanxu one by one, pierced the neck one by one, threaded the hemp rope, tied knots, and hung them.

Starting...the real Fu Xuanxu is also among them!

Immediately afterwards, the giant hand grabbed all the Pei Lings from the earthen house, and used the remaining hemp rope to tie up all the Pei Lings in the same way.

After doing all this, the owner of the giant hand immediately stood up while carrying two strings of Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling who were still struggling.

The oil lamp on the confession was filled with new oil at some point and burned brightly again.

The firelight illuminated the face of the owner of the giant hand, it was an extremely huge Fu Xuanxu!

Fu Xuanxu turned around, and the firelight shone from behind him, dragging out a thick and long shadow that blended with the outlines of the surrounding objects.

Rough tables and chairs are placed on the spotless and flat dirt floor, and farm tools such as bamboo hats, raincoats, cattail slippers, etc. are hung on the earthen walls. There are also some baskets placed near the back of the door. Under the beams, there are several blindfolded animals hanging.

The bamboo basket made of cloth has bulging bags inside, as if it contains some items that are easy to preserve.

In the room on the left, half an earthen stove and a water tank are exposed; behind the door frame on the right, there is a gray-white curtain hanging low, and a cold color in the corner of the curtain is a diamond-shaped mirror covered with dust. The frame is old and seems to have experienced countless years.

, but the mirror surface has a bright and cold light.

Fu Xuanxu stood in the middle of the earthen house, weighed the two strings of dolls in his hands, and then walked out of the house.

Following his pace, the two strings of dolls began to shrivel up quickly.

When we got outside the house, the original two strings of dolls had turned into two strings of brightly colored dried chili peppers that were completely dry in the sun.

Under the eaves, there are already hanging several bunches of peppers, eggplants, garlic, etc. Bright red, soy sauce purple, and forest white... The three colors hang down beside the earthen wall, and it looks like a picture with a strong farm atmosphere, full of the joy and joy of harvest.

peaceful.

Fu Xuanxu raised his arm and hung the two new pepper skewers next to the old pepper skewers.

At this time, a burly figure appeared in the white mist in the distance.

Soon, a majestic warrior holding a butcher's knife walked out of the white mist. His face was blue and black, his eyes were gloomy, and a thick yin aura wrapped around his body. Wherever he went, gray-black frost and snow condensed instantly.

The ghost walked heavily through the thorns and headed straight for the earthen house.

Fu Xuanxu stood motionless under the thatched eaves, waited for the other party to approach, and then asked in a hoarse voice: "The things have just been made, how many strings do you want?"

The martial arts ghost pointed at the two bunches of chili peppers that Fu Xuanxu had just hung up, and said in an erratic tone: "These two bunches look very delicious!"

Fu Xuanxu nodded, then took off the two bunches of peppers and handed them over.

After the warrior ghost couldn't wait to take it, he immediately opened his bloody mouth and bit down with cold fangs at the corners of his lips.

Gurgling blood flowed out instantly...

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seaside.

pier.

The originally calm sea suddenly became violent.

The cold wind slashed in all directions like a blade, and the inky black sea water rolled suddenly.

In the stormy waves, the fishing boat was suddenly thrown onto the top of the waves, and was suddenly shot into the water. It was extremely dangerous and extremely difficult to continue sailing to the dock.

Seeing the fishing boat getting closer and closer, Zhongkui Yueji and Ning Wuye immediately retreated towards the rear.

Soon, the fishing boat docked at the pier, and the sail slowly lowered.

On the deck, a short and fat figure appeared.

He is an extremely aging old man, with layers of wrinkles on his face, hanging down like a curtain, and it is almost impossible to see his facial features clearly. There is nothing in his eyes, but a dark void.

The yin energy around his body was thick, vaguely condensed into a faint black aura.
Chapter completed!