Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Li Huowang looked at Hongzhong without saying anything, and then turned his attention to the other three. Monk, Peng Longteng, and Jinshan are looking for it.

These things have been following him since they appeared. In the past, he always thought they were hallucinations caused by the mind element.

But when he learned about the mandrill from Hong Zhong, he found that that didn't seem to be the case.

And maybe Tuoba Danqing knew something about this, but Li Huowang didn't dare to ask, for fear that the other party would judge that he was Xinsu from this point.

If they are not hallucinations, then what are they? Why are they following me? This is the first time Li Huowang has seriously thought about this problem.

Then Li Huowang remembered Jiang Yingzi who had appeared and disappeared before, She appeared because of the shame in my heart, and then disappeared because of the shame in my heart. Could it be...

Li Huowang seemed to feel that he had touched some thoughts secretly, but it seemed that there was always a layer of paper between them. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out.

Seeing Li Huowang standing there thinking, the smile on Hongzhong's face became even brighter.

Can't you figure it out? How about I help you think about it? Do you know what it means to be a puppet of a tiger? That is to say, it is said that after a giant insect eats a person, the soul of the dead person will become a ghost in his belly, often tempting people to be killed by the tiger. Eat it. Maybe you are the big insect and we are your demon?

Ghost? Li Huowang raised his head and looked at Hongzhong who said this, his eyes full of disbelief. If you are really my puppets, then what have you done for me?

Aside from being an eyesore, you are useless! The only thing that affects me is that when I talk to you, others think I am going crazy! Li Huowang said this, and his tone became serious.

Hongzhong's smile became even more exaggerated. Then maybe you are going crazy. I have long felt that you are not a normal person.

Hearing this, Li Huowang stared at Hongzhong with an almost cannibalistic gaze, the veins on his forehead beating constantly.

Hey, you, you are glaring at me again? I called you a lunatic, what can you do to me? Xiaohuowang~ Hongzhong leaned back, and on his face without skin, the strips of red flesh twisted and condensed. Put on an exaggerated smile.

The other party's sarcasm caused a surge of blood to surge into Li Huowang's heart, and his mind was buzzing.

With a clang sound, Li Huowang drew his sword with one hand and stabbed directly towards his neck with an unusually ferocious expression. Come on! Let's walk together on the road to Huangquan!

When he saw the bright red blood spraying into the air, Hongzhong suddenly panicked. Hey, hey, what are you doing?

Before Hongzhong could finish speaking, a halberd passed through his belly, lifted him up and threw him to the ground.

That was Fang Tian's painted halberd in Peng Longteng's hand. Full of murderous intent, she frantically attacked Hongzhong with the weapon in her hand.

The monk hurried over and said with anxious persuasion in his voice: You can't die, Taoist priest. Don't you still want to get rid of your heart? Go back to your aunt? Don't give up.

At this moment, a wriggling tentacle stretched out from his belly button, wrapped around Li Huowang's wrist, and held on tightly.

When Li Huowang sat on the ground, breathing heavily, more and more tentacles stretched out from his navel, firmly grasping Li Huowang's sword-holding hand.

This feeling was very bad, and it made Li Huowang feel like the intestines in his abdomen were churning crazily.

Seeing that Li Huowang had finally calmed down for a while, the monk came back to Hongzhong and muttered in a low voice: Don't irritate him. The Taoist priest is now free from worries and has no hesitation in attacking himself. Just like firewood, it ignites as soon as it catches fire.”

Hongzhong glanced at Li Huowang from a distance, snorted coldly, and hid his body in the river beside him. What a lunatic.

Under the persuasion and obstruction of the monk and the tentacle, Li Huowang gradually calmed down. When he pulled the blade out of his neck, some wriggling black tentacles mixed with viscous liquid quickly filled the gap.

After calming down, Li Huowang recalled that he felt very strange just now. Why did he suddenly become so extreme? Was that really him?

Taoist, hurry up and take action. Some people are using those children to make elixirs. Saving one life is better than building many temples. As long as you persist in doing good deeds, Buddha will be watching from heaven.

As long as you save enough people, maybe Buddha will come down to earth one day and help you escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

The monk's ridiculous words made Li Huowang laugh. He slowly inserted the bloody sword into the scabbard behind him, then staggered to his feet and walked towards the place where the candle disappeared.

Monk, you are not my ghost, I did not kill you, and it is not certain whether you are dead or not.

The monk's body trembled slightly and undetectably. He widened his eyes and asked in surprise: I'm not dead? Then who am I?

Li Huowang didn't answer him. He walked slowly into the dark and rugged underground cave in silence.

He had just walked not far when a mandrill with twisted limbs slowly crawled out. He stretched out his long tongue and licked the blood left by Li Huowang on the ground, and then left quickly.

Invisible, Li Huowang walked silently in the darkness, looking for the missing mandrills.

Now that they have been found, it is time to clean them up. He doesn't care about anything else. At this time, Li Huowang felt angry in his heart and wanted to vent it.

As he walked, Li Huowang heard some sounds, some chaotic but unusually neat sounds.

Li Huowang walked over following the sound, and soon he saw a very strange scene. A group of mandrills were trying to sit upright, followed by a mandrill wearing a tattered Taoist robe, who was reciting something.

The leading mandrill with a black whisk stuck in the back of his neck should be the leader here, just because there is a thick paper in front of him for him to read.

The limbs of these mandrills look particularly deformed, but they still cross their feet with long nails.

Li Huowang was shocked and unfamiliar with this scene, Is this morning class? Are they having morning class?

Looking at these mandrills who looked like they were attending morning classes, Li Huowang dreamed of returning to Qingfeng Temple. They were also monsters, and they were also delusional about becoming immortals. This similar scene made Li Huowang feel like vomiting inexplicably, from the inside out. They all felt extremely rejected.

What the hell, you're here to cultivate immortality!! Li Huowang gritted his teeth, immediately drew his sword and rushed forward.

Wait a minute! Taoist priest! Let's find those babies first! If the children can't come back, their mothers will be so sad.

After hearing the monk's words, Li Huowang slowly stopped. After hesitating for a moment, he put his hand down from the hilt of the sword and groped towards the surrounding darkness.

Just when Li Huowang was about to look around for the babies, Li Huowang saw a mandrill crawling over quickly and saying something to the mandrill who was attending morning classes.