Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Facing Zan Wangdao's rebuttal, Xin Chi seemed to be defending something.

But Li Huowang wasn't listening. He was obsessed with taking personal revenge, and finally shot himself in the foot. He could already imagine how Zawangdao would use his identity to trick them.

But compared to seeing the other party suffer, the most important thing now is what to do next.

After careful consideration, Li Huowang decided what to do next.

"This errand is too dangerous. Whether my own people or the enemy are dealing with me, now this situation is better to stay out of the way than to continue to mix it up."

"Wait for them to fight first, and then I'll come out and the oriole will follow. In this hellish place, no one can trust anyone! The only one I can trust is myself, at least I won't lie to myself."

Taking another look at the four people who reunited in the distance and gradually walked away, Li Huowang, who was in stealth state, grabbed the tile and turned over to the lower beam, and followed slowly.

He saw that the other three were arguing with himself who was pretending to be Zanwangdao, and he should have been dumbfounded, so he could only be forced to admit that Zanwangdao was real.

But looking at Xinchi's vigilant actions, he should be on guard at all times.

Putting aside the suspicion of identity for the time being, the four of them seemed to be looking for something.

Li Huowang knew what they were looking for. They were looking for a picture. After the Buddhist temple collapsed, the picture with the golden abacus disappeared, which was very wrong.

"Since what I'm looking for is gone, where will the photographer go now?" Li Huowang quickly picked up the pace when he saw that the four people started walking towards the side hall.

But just when Li Huowang was about to go in, a hand clapped on Li Huowang's shoulder.

Li Huowang broke down in a cold sweat in an instant. He was clearly invisible, yet there were still people who could see him!

Holding the sword, he turned around immediately, and saw a man dressed as a scholar standing behind him.

"Wow~" The folding fan in the scholar's hand opened, and four large brush characters were written on it.

"Your name is Erjiu, right? It's so strange, your five elements, fire and gold are still there, but why are the remaining three elements missing??"

Li Huowang frowned and stared at the person of unknown origin in front of him, and the vigilance in his heart reached its peak.

In the strange place at the moment, there are too many possibilities for this person's identity, the biggest possibility is that Zhan Wangdao is playing tricks.

Perhaps even worse, this person is the Zawangdao who only saw his name but has no name. He made up his mind that as long as this person changes, he will come directly to recruit him.

"Doesn't it hurt to have a knife stuck in your face? Do you want to pull it out? And it's the knife of the man on credit. If you take his knife on credit, he will steal your luck."

As the scholar waved his fan, the rusty blades on Li Huowang's face were pulled out one after another, followed by another, and the wounds on Li Huowang's face quickly glued together.

As soon as the scholar moved, the scythe in Li Huowang's hand was already attached to his skin.

"Who are you?" Li Huowang stared at him and asked word by word.

Seeing the deep vigilance in Li Huowang's eyes, the scholar sighed and stopped, as if he was thinking about something.

After a few breaths, the scholar spoke again. "That's it."

"Xiaosheng still has some things to do, so let's go first. Since you joined the Tiansi Superintendent, you must live well. Sometimes ignorance is also a kind of happiness."

Saying that, the scholar bent down and squatted down, took out a black spindle from his arms and placed it on the ground. "Xiaosheng leave you something, this thing is more useful than the mask on your face."

After putting it down, the scholar did nothing else, nodded to Li Huowang approvingly, then turned around and walked towards the outside of the Buddha Bone Temple.

"There will be a period in the future, Erjiu, Xiaosheng Zhuge Yuan, if you encounter troubles that can't be solved, remember to come to Xingdao in the West Sea to find Xiaosheng. Although your ability is limited, you will try your best to help Xiaosheng."

After the scholar left, Li Huowang stood there and didn't move. The scholar felt strange to him. After thinking about it carefully for a long time, he realized that it was a kind of kindness that is extremely rare in this world.

This kind of direct expression of kindness was the first time, and he had only felt it on the side of the hallucination.

Even the master of meditation has never done it, because the master has always buried kindness in his heart.

After a brief period of doubt, Li Huowang shook his head vigorously, his eyes firmed.

"No! That scholar must have a ghost! I can't be surrounded by him. I've suffered enough, and I can never fall into the same pit again."

Li Huowang glanced at the black thread-wrapped spindle on the ground, turned and walked towards the side hall next to him.

Today's errand, the people that happened, all made Li Huowang feel very awkward.

But I can't tell exactly where it's awkward. It's like looking at flowers in the fog, and I can't see clearly through a layer.

After Li Huowang entered the side hall again, he was stunned.

The four people just now have become six people, and there is another monk who is crazy next to him, and there is another Hong Da.

Seeing them standing there arguing fiercely, Li Huowang smiled, "It's interesting."

Li Huowang patted the dust on his body, adjusted his Taoist robe, inserted his sword into the scabbard, raised his foot and stepped over the threshold of the side hall to join them.

Seeing Li Huowang come in, Li Huowang inside widened his eyes and patted his forehead, "Okay, another one!"

"This person is really stunned,"

"This person is fake, he is sitting and forgetting."

The two Xinzhi monks also used his Xintong to give two completely different answers.

Li Huowang looked at the two delusional monks, and since he couldn't tell for a while, which one was Zanwangdao pretending to be, and which one was the real monk who framed him.

For a while, there was a quarrel in the hall, and when there was one more idiot, the function of distinguishing authenticity would be ineffective, and no one could tell who was real and who was fake.

Several times when it was time to go to war, but under the persuasion of others, it was finally not enough to do it.

At this moment, Li Huowang was the most indifferent among them. He didn't need to distinguish the true from the false, he just came to watch the play.

When will they wait for them to win a victory or defeat, it will be time to do it yourself~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Looking at the chaos in front of him, the corner of Li Huowang's mouth rises slightly, and he will understand the idea of ​​Zan Wangdao.

It's really interesting when things don't matter to you.

"Enough!" An angry drake's voice made everyone stop and turn to look at the entrance of the hall.

It was a photograph, and he walked in with a head shrunk to half the size in his hand.

His sparse eyebrows were shaken with anger, and his expression was unusually ugly.

He walked in front of the crowd and looked at the two identical Li Huowang, two identical Hong Da, and two identical Xinzhi monks in front of him.

Watching the heads they raised in their hands, they slowly opened their mouths and said, "What are you guys doing! This is the head of making a fortune! Making a fortune is long dead!"

This sentence instantly made everyone present feel like falling into an ice cave. To get rich, one of the three yuan, Fa Cai, died like this. How powerful is the person who killed him?