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"This is a fake! He actually dared to make a move, he must be trying to silence me!"

"Not bad! This fake has been defeated, and I am the real one!"

"We\'re all the same!"

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

"I\'m the true incarnation!"

"I\'m the true incarnation!"

"You\'re all fake! There\'s really only one, and it\'s me!"

"No, it\'s me!"

"None of them! It really is me! Only I am here!"

Fu xuanxu and PEI Ling\'s eyes were filled with hatred, and their faces were twisted as they shouted. They looked crazy, but they did not continue to attack.

Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh ...

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After an intense commotion, the battle on PEI Ling\'s side also ended.

"This fake can\'t move at all!"

"A fake is a fake! I\'m the real PEI Ling!"

"I\'m PEI Ling, you\'re all fake!"

"We\'re both PEI Ling, you\'re the fake!"

"No, there\'s only one PEI Ling, and that\'s me!"

"None of you are! You\'re all imposters, I\'m PEI Ling!"

All Fu xuanxu and PEI Ling began to quarrel. On the confession table, the oil lamp had begun to turn and was gradually going out.

Fu xuanxu kept coughing, his breath rapidly weakening, and blood slowly dripping from his seven orifices.

Starting from che province, PEI Ling had fully displayed the power of the ten thousand tribulations divine transformation realm. He opened up a bloody path by himself and killed his way out of the encirclement of the crazed demons and foreign races. He also destroyed su Lijing\'s incarnation and brought them to the ten thousand fathoms sea ...

The crisis of the human skin lantern was also because of this demon sect\'s saint\'s timely intervention, allowing him to escape death.

The will of the fallen immortal needed the power of the law, and the other party was the first to step into this dangerous and treacherous place with him ...

Perhaps in the demon sect, PEI Ling was indeed an evil, cunning, and unscrupulous demon. However, when faced with a real predicament, he was a reliable ally who could be completely entrusted with his back.

Now, the two of them were fighting side by side again. Needless to say, they had great cooperation. Unfortunately, he was not strong enough and could not buy enough time for the other party ...

Thinking of this, Fu xuanxu\'s eyes flashed with determination and he suddenly shouted with all his might, " "Holy Son PEI, can you still move?"

In the next moment, PEI Ling\'s voice came from the other side of the mud hut."Yes, I can!"

Fu xuanxu took a deep breath and said, " "I still have one last move. If Holy Son PEI can escape, please protect my junior brothers and sisters at the critical moment!"

As he said that, he did not wait for PEI Ling\'s reply as the aura around him rapidly increased. He was prepared to self-destruct!

However, at this moment.

"Squeak."

The simple wooden door opened again.

But this time, no one came in.

The moment the wooden door was opened, all PEI Ling and Fu xuanxu in the mud house, regardless of whether they were real or fake, lost control of their mana and bodies in an instant.

Fu xuanxu was shocked, and the self-destruction that had just begun was immediately interrupted.

The next moment, a huge palm reached in. First, it took off the unfinished hemp rope hanging on the wall, then grabbed all the fu xuanxu one by one, pierced their necks, threaded the hemp rope, tied knots, hung up ... The real Fu xuanxu was among them!

Immediately after, this giant hand grabbed all the PEI Lings from the mud house and used the remaining hemp rope to tie all the PEI Lings up in the same way.

After doing all this, the owner of the giant hand suddenly stood up with two strings of struggling Fu xuanxu and PEI Ling.

The oil lamp on the offering table had been injected with new lamp oil at some point, and it was burning brightly again.

The fire illuminated the face of the owner of the giant hand. It was a huge Fu xuanxu!

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

The rough tables and chairs were placed on the spotless, flat muddy ground. Bamboo hats, straw raincoats, cattail-leaf shoes, and other farming tools were hung on the mud wall. There were also some wicker baskets placed near the door. Under the beam hung several bamboo baskets covered with cloth. They were bulging, as if they were storing something easy to store.

The house on the left had half a clay stove and a water tank. Behind the door frame on the right, there was a gray-white curtain hanging low. The corner of the curtain was a bit cold. It was a caltrop mirror covered with dust. The frame was old, as if it had been through countless years, but the mirror still had a snow-white cold light.

Fu xuanxu stood in the middle of the mud house, weighed the two strings of puppets in his hand, and then walked out of the house.

Following his steps, the two strings of puppets began to quickly shrivel.

Outside the house, the two strings of dolls had turned into two strings of dried hot peppers that had no moisture in them.

Under the roof, there were already a few sticks of chili, eggplant, garlic, and so on. Bright red, dark purple, and white ... The three colors fell on the side of the mud wall, looking at it like a picture scroll with the atmosphere of a farmer, full of the joy and peace of a harvest.

Fu xuanxu raised his arm and hung the two new skewers next to the old one.

At this moment, a burly figure appeared in the White mist in the distance.

Soon, a burly warrior holding a butcher\'s knife walked out of the White fog. His face was blue and black, and his eyes were dark. A thick Yin Qi wrapped around his body, and wherever he went, the gray-black frost and snow instantly froze.

The ghostly figure stomped on the thorns with heavy steps and headed straight for the mud hut.

Fu xuanxu stood still under the roof. When the other party came close, he asked in a hoarse voice, " "I just finished cooking. How many skewers do you want?"

The ghost pointed at the two skewers of chili that Fu xuanxu had just hung up and said, " "These two skewers look very delicious!"

Fu xuanxu nodded, then took the two sticks of chili and handed them over.

After the martial ghost impatiently received it, it immediately opened its bloody mouth and bit down with its fangs.

Fresh blood instantly flowed out ...

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At the seaside.

At the dock.

The originally calm ocean surface was suddenly filled with violent winds.

The cold wind cut in all directions like a blade, and the Black Sea water rolled.

The fishing boat was suddenly thrown to the tip of the waves and then slapped into the bottom of the water. It was extremely dangerous as it continued to sail to the dock with great difficulty.

Seeing the fishing boat getting closer and closer, final sunflower and ning Wuye immediately retreated.

Soon, the fishing boat stopped by the trestle and the sail slowly lowered.

A short and fat figure appeared on the deck.

It was an extremely old man. The wrinkles on his face were so thick that they drooped down like a curtain. Even his facial features could not be clearly seen. There was nothing in his eye sockets, just a pitch-black hole.

The yin Qi around his body was dense, and it vaguely condensed into a faint black aura.

The old man silently put down the anchor, jumped onto the trestle, and tied the cable with some effort. Then, he walked back onto the fishing boat, pulled a huge fishing net, and dragged it to the trestle.