"Zhao Wuqi?" Jiang Xuan stared at Zhao Wuqi's appearance that was exactly the same as Li Si, and for some reason he felt very absurd.

Before he died, he discovered two secrets.

One is the Immortal Lord Zhao Wuqi.

The other one is that Zhao Wuqi and Li Si have exactly the same appearance.

But now, he doesn't care about the second thing now.

Zhao Wuqi, who is the same as Li Si's appearance, has nothing to do with him?

What he is most concerned about now is that the current immortal lord is actually Zhao Wuqi.

"Zhao Wuqi..." Jiang Xuan looked at Zhao Wuqi and murmured, then the corners of his mouth slowly bent, and suddenly burst into laughter, laughing happily, and the blood flowed from his chest.

Even in the end, he could no longer laugh, and his face turned gray and white, no different from the dead.

Listening to his laughter, the immortal master looked calm and stood quietly in place like a sculpture.

Jiang Xuan stared at the immortal master with blood-red eyes, opened his mouth, as if he had said something.

After saying that, his face became stiff and there was no look in his eyes.

He is already dead.

However, when he died, his body was still standing straight, and there was no tendency to fall down at all, forming a strong contrast with the ghost immortals who knelt down.

"I'm better than you..." The Immortal Lord repeated what Jiang Xuan didn't say, shook his head and smiled, swept it casually, and then broke away the powder and dissipated it in the air.

"What do you know?" he murmured to himself, and then his face was covered by clouds again.

"You will deal with the matters afterwards." The Immortal Lord glanced at the ghost immortal in the field and said slowly.

"I understand." Many ghost immortals replied quickly.

Now that the Immortal Lord takes action, they feel panic and very uneasy.

You know, the last time the Immortal Lord took action, he was still facing ten powerful gods.

Hearing these people's words, the Immortal Lord nodded, then seemed to sense something, and turned to look into the distance.

Li Si, who was watching the Immortal Lord in the distance, felt a chill all over, as if she felt that she was being targeted by some prehistoric beast.

He didn't expect that the last trump card of the underworld was Zhao Wuqi.

At that time, didn’t Zhao Wuqi resist the ghost immortal? Why did he become the leader of many ghost immortals again?

Among them, something he didn't know might have happened.

The Immortal Lord just glanced at Li Si, but it was not that he noticed something, but he was just a little interested.

He didn't expect that there would be ordinary people watching on such a battlefield.

It's simply life or death.

Then, his figure disappeared and left the white city.

Here, Jiang Xuan is the one who can attract his attention.

Now that Jiang Xuan is dead, he has no need to stay here.

Li Si breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the disappearance of the Immortal Lord.

Just now, he felt the crisis of death.

Then he looked at the White City again deeply, sighed, and turned around and left.

Jiang Xuan, failed.

A man like a hero is now dead here.

It made him feel a little sighed.

When Jiang Xuan chose to resist the rule of the immortal, the ending was already destined.

This may be his future ending.

"Go along the way." Li Si murmured in her heart, walked up the street, and walked towards the city gate in the distance.

If Luo's army is destroyed today, the city is controlled by ghosts again.

He is not suitable for staying here for a long time.

When passing by the street, Li Si found that most of the people here were still in panic.

They don't know what's going on.

The truth of this world has never appeared before their eyes.

But Li Si would not tell them, because if he told them, there would be no benefit and would even kill them.

Walking straight along the way, Li Sichang left Weidu unimpeded.

"TaTa..." Not long after Li Si left, a very mechanical voice came.

A group of people appeared at the city gate.

The group of people were naked, including men and women, old and young, big and small.

At this time, they were all heading towards the palace.

When these people walked across the long street, no one noticed them, and there was not even a way to block the road.

If someone can see these people clearly, they will definitely find that the appearance of these people is exactly the same as the appearance of the nobles in the palace.

It's just that there is no clothes and no royal majesty.

"Dong!—Dong!Dong!"

"Dong!—Dong!Dong!"

"Dong!—Dong!Dong!"

As these people passed by, the sound of more and more sounds rang in the sun.

Moreover, this is still the third day of the fight.

"Second second hour, peace and nothing happened!"

The sound of beating people rang out in the city.

When the people who heard the sound of striking people were all confused, they walked towards their room in a daze.

At the same time, a man with a gray face pointed his toes, hooked his head, stepped on the eaves, and patrolled the entire city.

However, the entire city became quiet.

Even some insects are ringing.

Everything is quiet!

"My name is Zheng, my wife is the City God of Wei Capital." A sharp voice sounded, and a man wearing eunuch's clothes jumped up gently and fell into the air.

His face was blue and white, his eyes were filled with coldness, and the place he looked at was filled with cold wind.

The residents who were already sleeping on the bed couldn't help but tremble when the cold wind blew.

In the palace, some "sweeping" sounds came, but someone was cleaning the blood in the imperial city.

This ancient city is restoring its original appearance.

And just as Weidu returned to the past, an old monk wearing a golden cassock stood by the sea, looking kindly at the ocean ahead.

He took out a small boat from his cuff and placed it on the sea.

Then, something strange happened.

When the boat arrived on the sea, it gradually grew human heads and bodies, densely packed and very terrifying.

After these people grew up, their bodies were entangled with others, making them extremely twisted. From time to time, blood oozed out from the joints of these people and dripped onto the sea.

These people wailed, and their faces were no different from those of ordinary people.

For a time, the seaside had become purgatory.

Monk Jin smiled and stepped onto the boat, stepping on everyone's bodies.

Then, the boat began to move towards the distance.

From time to time, people on the ship were drowned or dropped to the bottom of the sea.

But soon the ship will grow new people.

This is a boat that can produce people by itself.

Monk Jin sat on the boat, listening to the wailing and cursing of the people on the boat, still with a kind smile on his face, and chanting the only Buddha's name he remembered.

The scene at this time is like a monk who is experiencing evil spirits over the sea of ​​suffering.
Chapter completed!