This is a fake!He actually dared to take action, he must have wanted to kill someone to silence him!
good!This fake has been defeated, and I am the real entity!
We are all!
You are all fake, I am the essence, there is only one real essence, that is me!
I am the true incarnation!
I am the real incarnation!
You are all fake!There is really only one, it’s me!
No, it's me!!
None!It's really me!just me!!
These Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling shouted with hatred and distorted faces, with crazy expressions, but did not continue to take action.
Brush brush...
Boom boom boom boom boom boom...
After a fierce movement, the battle on Pei Ling also ended.
This fake finally couldn't move!
Fake is fake!I am the real Pei Ling!
I am Pei Ling, you are all fake!
We are all Pei Ling, you are fake!
No, there is only one Pei Ling, it is me!!
None of you!You are all pretending, I am Pei Ling!
All Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling and others began to quarrel. On the desk, the oil lamp had already begun to turn dark and gradually went out.
Fu Xuanxu kept coughing, his breath quickly faded, and blood slowly dripped from his seven orifices.
Starting from Chezhou, Pei Ling showed his style of transforming into gods in all directions. He opened his bloody path with one sword, broke through the numerous encirclements of the mad alien race, and then killed Su Lijing into transforming into a broken situation, and took them to the Wanpisnus snake sea together...
The crisis of the human skin lantern after him was also the timely attack by the Demon Sect, which allowed him to escape from death.
The will of the fallen immortal requires the power of laws, and the other party took the lead and stepped into this dangerous and treacherous place with him...
Perhaps in the Demon Sect, Pei Ling is indeed a devil who is illegitimate, tricky and useless devil, but when facing the real dilemma, the other party is a reliable ally who can completely entrust his back.
Now the two of them are fighting side by side again, without saying anything, and they cooperate well. Unfortunately, they are not strong enough and have not been able to get enough time for the other party...
Thinking of this, a trace of determination flashed in Fu Xuanxu's eyes, and he suddenly shouted with all his strength: Pei Shengzi, can you still move?
The next moment, Pei Ling's voice came from the other side of the dirt house: Yes!
Fu Xuanxu took a deep breath and said: I have one last move. If Pei Shengzi can escape, please ask the Shengzi to protect my junior brothers and sisters at the critical moment!
As he said that, he stopped waiting for Pei Ling to answer, and his aura suddenly surged, and he was ready to explode!
But at this moment.
Squeak.
The simple wooden door opened again.
But this time, no one came in.
The moment the wooden door opened, in the earthen house, all Pei Ling and Fu Xuanxu, whether true or false, lost their magic power and physical control in an instant.
Fu Xuanxu was shocked and his self-destruction was immediately interrupted.
The next moment, a huge palm reached in. First, he took off the unfinished hemp rope hanging on the wall, and then grabbed all Fu Xuanxu one by one, poked his neck one by one, penetrated the hemp rope, tied knots, and hung it... The real Fu Xuanxu was also among them!
Immediately afterwards, the giant hand grabbed all Pei Ling from the earthen house and used the remaining hemp rope to penetrate all Pei Ling with the same technique.
After doing all this, the owner of the giant hand stood up immediately, carrying two strands of Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling, who were still struggling.
The oil lamp on the supply table was injected with new lamp oil at some point and burned again.
The fire illuminated the face of the master of the giant hand, which was a huge Fu Xuanxu!
Fu Xuanxu turned around, and the firelight shone out from behind him, dragging out a thick and slender shadow, blending with the outlines of the surrounding objects.
The rough tables and chairs were placed on the spotless and flat mud floor, and there were hats, straw raincoats, chapa shoes and other farm tools hanging on the earthen walls. Some baskets were also placed near the back of the door.
Under the beam, several bamboo baskets covered with cloth were hanging, and the inside was bulging, as if there were some easy-to-preserve items.
In the room on the left hand, half of the earth stove and a water tank are exposed; behind the door frame on the right hand, there is a gray and white tent hanging down, and a little cold corner of the tent is a diamond glass covered with dust. The frame is old and seems to have experienced countless years, but the mirror still has a bright and cold light.
Fu Xuanxu stood in the middle of the earthen house, weighed the two dolls in his hand, and then walked out of the house.
As he walked, the two dolls began to shrivel quickly.
When we arrived outside the house, the original two strings of dolls had turned into two strings of dried peppers that were dry without any moisture and were bright and colorful.
Under the thatched eaves, there are already a few strings of chili, eggplant, garlic, etc. hanging.
Bright red, purple, and white... three colors hang down by the earth wall, looking like a painting with a very farming atmosphere, full of joy and tranquility of the harvest.
Fu Xuanxu raised his arm and hung the two new skewers next to the old skewers.
At this time, a burly figure appeared in the white mist in the distance.
Soon, a magnificent martial artist holding a butcher knife walked out of the white mist. His face was dark and his eyes were dull. Heavy yin energy wrapped around his body. Wherever he went, the gray-black frost and snow instantly condensed.
The ghost stepped on the thorns with heavy steps and headed straight to the earthen house.
Fu Xuanxu stood motionless under the eaves. After the other party approached, he asked hoarsely: The things have just been made, how many strings are needed?
The martial artist pointed to the two strings of peppers that Fu Xuanxu had just hung on, and said in a vague tone: These two strings look very delicious!
Fu Xuanxu nodded, then took off the two strings of peppers and handed them over.
After the warrior ghost could not wait to take it, he immediately opened his bloody mouth, his lips and fangs were cold, and he bit it down with one bite.
Blood flowed out instantly...
********************
seaside.
pier.
The originally calm sea suddenly blew up.
The cold wind cuts into all directions like a knife, and the ink-black sea water rolls.
In the stormy waves, the fishing boat was suddenly thrown to the top of the waves and was suddenly shot into the bottom of the water. It was extremely dangerous and continued to sail towards the dock with great difficulty.
As the fishing boats got closer, Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye immediately retreated to the rear.
Soon, the fishing boat suddenly stopped by the pier and the sails slowly landed.
On the deck, a short and fat figure appeared.
But he was an extremely old man with wrinkles on his face layer by layer, hanging like a curtain, and he could hardly even see his facial features.There was nothing in my eyes, but it was a dark hole.
The yin energy in the whole body is rich, faintly condensed into a faint black aura.
The old man silently put down the anchor and jumped onto the pier. He tied the cables with some difficulty. Then, he walked onto the fishing boat again, pulled a huge fishing net, and dragged it to the pier.
good!This fake has been defeated, and I am the real entity!
We are all!
You are all fake, I am the essence, there is only one real essence, that is me!
I am the true incarnation!
I am the real incarnation!
You are all fake!There is really only one, it’s me!
No, it's me!!
None!It's really me!just me!!
These Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling shouted with hatred and distorted faces, with crazy expressions, but did not continue to take action.
Brush brush...
Boom boom boom boom boom boom...
After a fierce movement, the battle on Pei Ling also ended.
This fake finally couldn't move!
Fake is fake!I am the real Pei Ling!
I am Pei Ling, you are all fake!
We are all Pei Ling, you are fake!
No, there is only one Pei Ling, it is me!!
None of you!You are all pretending, I am Pei Ling!
All Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling and others began to quarrel. On the desk, the oil lamp had already begun to turn dark and gradually went out.
Fu Xuanxu kept coughing, his breath quickly faded, and blood slowly dripped from his seven orifices.
Starting from Chezhou, Pei Ling showed his style of transforming into gods in all directions. He opened his bloody path with one sword, broke through the numerous encirclements of the mad alien race, and then killed Su Lijing into transforming into a broken situation, and took them to the Wanpisnus snake sea together...
The crisis of the human skin lantern after him was also the timely attack by the Demon Sect, which allowed him to escape from death.
The will of the fallen immortal requires the power of laws, and the other party took the lead and stepped into this dangerous and treacherous place with him...
Perhaps in the Demon Sect, Pei Ling is indeed a devil who is illegitimate, tricky and useless devil, but when facing the real dilemma, the other party is a reliable ally who can completely entrust his back.
Now the two of them are fighting side by side again, without saying anything, and they cooperate well. Unfortunately, they are not strong enough and have not been able to get enough time for the other party...
Thinking of this, a trace of determination flashed in Fu Xuanxu's eyes, and he suddenly shouted with all his strength: Pei Shengzi, can you still move?
The next moment, Pei Ling's voice came from the other side of the dirt house: Yes!
Fu Xuanxu took a deep breath and said: I have one last move. If Pei Shengzi can escape, please ask the Shengzi to protect my junior brothers and sisters at the critical moment!
As he said that, he stopped waiting for Pei Ling to answer, and his aura suddenly surged, and he was ready to explode!
But at this moment.
Squeak.
The simple wooden door opened again.
But this time, no one came in.
The moment the wooden door opened, in the earthen house, all Pei Ling and Fu Xuanxu, whether true or false, lost their magic power and physical control in an instant.
Fu Xuanxu was shocked and his self-destruction was immediately interrupted.
The next moment, a huge palm reached in. First, he took off the unfinished hemp rope hanging on the wall, and then grabbed all Fu Xuanxu one by one, poked his neck one by one, penetrated the hemp rope, tied knots, and hung it... The real Fu Xuanxu was also among them!
Immediately afterwards, the giant hand grabbed all Pei Ling from the earthen house and used the remaining hemp rope to penetrate all Pei Ling with the same technique.
After doing all this, the owner of the giant hand stood up immediately, carrying two strands of Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling, who were still struggling.
The oil lamp on the supply table was injected with new lamp oil at some point and burned again.
The fire illuminated the face of the master of the giant hand, which was a huge Fu Xuanxu!
Fu Xuanxu turned around, and the firelight shone out from behind him, dragging out a thick and slender shadow, blending with the outlines of the surrounding objects.
The rough tables and chairs were placed on the spotless and flat mud floor, and there were hats, straw raincoats, chapa shoes and other farm tools hanging on the earthen walls. Some baskets were also placed near the back of the door.
Under the beam, several bamboo baskets covered with cloth were hanging, and the inside was bulging, as if there were some easy-to-preserve items.
In the room on the left hand, half of the earth stove and a water tank are exposed; behind the door frame on the right hand, there is a gray and white tent hanging down, and a little cold corner of the tent is a diamond glass covered with dust. The frame is old and seems to have experienced countless years, but the mirror still has a bright and cold light.
Fu Xuanxu stood in the middle of the earthen house, weighed the two dolls in his hand, and then walked out of the house.
As he walked, the two dolls began to shrivel quickly.
When we arrived outside the house, the original two strings of dolls had turned into two strings of dried peppers that were dry without any moisture and were bright and colorful.
Under the thatched eaves, there are already a few strings of chili, eggplant, garlic, etc. hanging.
Bright red, purple, and white... three colors hang down by the earth wall, looking like a painting with a very farming atmosphere, full of joy and tranquility of the harvest.
Fu Xuanxu raised his arm and hung the two new skewers next to the old skewers.
At this time, a burly figure appeared in the white mist in the distance.
Soon, a magnificent martial artist holding a butcher knife walked out of the white mist. His face was dark and his eyes were dull. Heavy yin energy wrapped around his body. Wherever he went, the gray-black frost and snow instantly condensed.
The ghost stepped on the thorns with heavy steps and headed straight to the earthen house.
Fu Xuanxu stood motionless under the eaves. After the other party approached, he asked hoarsely: The things have just been made, how many strings are needed?
The martial artist pointed to the two strings of peppers that Fu Xuanxu had just hung on, and said in a vague tone: These two strings look very delicious!
Fu Xuanxu nodded, then took off the two strings of peppers and handed them over.
After the warrior ghost could not wait to take it, he immediately opened his bloody mouth, his lips and fangs were cold, and he bit it down with one bite.
Blood flowed out instantly...
********************
seaside.
pier.
The originally calm sea suddenly blew up.
The cold wind cuts into all directions like a knife, and the ink-black sea water rolls.
In the stormy waves, the fishing boat was suddenly thrown to the top of the waves and was suddenly shot into the bottom of the water. It was extremely dangerous and continued to sail towards the dock with great difficulty.
As the fishing boats got closer, Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye immediately retreated to the rear.
Soon, the fishing boat suddenly stopped by the pier and the sails slowly landed.
On the deck, a short and fat figure appeared.
But he was an extremely old man with wrinkles on his face layer by layer, hanging like a curtain, and he could hardly even see his facial features.There was nothing in my eyes, but it was a dark hole.
The yin energy in the whole body is rich, faintly condensed into a faint black aura.
The old man silently put down the anchor and jumped onto the pier. He tied the cables with some difficulty. Then, he walked onto the fishing boat again, pulled a huge fishing net, and dragged it to the pier.
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