The atmosphere in the ancient palace was quite strange. Singo crushed the burnt corpse to form a surrounding, and quietly laying the fire pattern of Huoyuan Dazun.

Everyone present knew that it was the treasure of the divine source left by the Great Lord. This is not fake, but no one dared to come forward and reject it as if it was already available.

Cheng Yuan's brows became tighter and tighter. He was determined to push the rule of anti-Qinghuo to become the best in Taiwu Ancient City, but now it seems that this step is too difficult.

"Ha ha!"

Just then, a hearty laughter sounded from the ancient hall that shocked the hall to shake three times. Lu Chen and Cheng Yuan were both startled and looked at the place where the laughter came.

I saw a figure rushing towards the Xuanmen of the Fire Pool where Lu Chen came out, and the Green Demon Fire Yuan that broke through the Xuanmen stood steadily in the hall.

The person who came was none other than the deputy city lord Han Wei.

The blue shirt was hung and the bracelet was ignited. Deputy City Lord Han had a smug smile on his face, and his long flowing hair was dancing wildly. He was holding a broken hand in his hand. The white bones had flames that were even more blazing than the blue fire bracelet. You could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary thing.

"Deputy City Lord Han?" Cheng Yuan was so scared that his legs trembled. His arrogant style was completely gone, and he was only deeply afraid.

Han Wei's eyes swept through the scene, and no one fell down, then laughed loudly and said, "The city lord is indeed not wrong. You three have long been plotting against each other."

Cheng Yuan subconsciously took a step back and said tremblingly: "Deputy City Lord, please listen to my explanation."

"Explanation?" Han Wei sneered disdainfully, took out two yellow books that were very similar to those obtained by Lu Chen in Fu Qing's secret room, threw them on the ground and said, "Human Soul Magic Pattern, Cheng Yuan, what else do you have to explain?"

Cheng Yuan's face changed drastically, but he couldn't speak.

Lu Chen's heart sank, looked at Han Wei in surprise, and thought, "They have known for a long time that the three elders have ulterior motives. Now the evidence is conclusive, so it's useless for Cheng Yuan to explain it."

In fact, there is no need for evidence. Qinghuo was fighting against the Seven Kings outside, and the two deputy city lords supported and protected him. Only three elders appeared in the mysterious ancient palace. It is known to everyone that Sima Zhao's heart is known. Even if there is no evidence, the three of them will inevitably betrayal.

Han Wei's eyes fell on the fake Fu Qing, which made Lu Chen's heart burst: Did he discover the fake Fu Qing?

Just as he was worried, Han Wei's next sentence made Lu Chen's heart fall. He said, "Fu Qing, I didn't expect you to be the same as them. It's great that you hide it." Han Wei said jokingly, laughing wildly in front of several people: "It's right for the city lord to not trust you. Just because you want to seize the remains of the Great Lord? Overestimate your ability."

He curled his lips, and suddenly a breath of divine thoughts flowed from his body, and the broken hand was so strangely integrated with his right arm.

Lu Chen, Cheng Yuan was shocked again, only Jin Xiu's hollow little eyes behind Lu Chen were flashing a dazzling golden light...

After Han Wei merged with his broken hand, he curled his lips and stretched out his hand and grabbed it with a smooth palm. A wave of suction and pulling force flew into his palm with the work fire pattern.

Cheng Yuan looked happy and did not pick him up. He stared at Han Wei proudly, as if he wanted to see the scene where the fire pattern of the monks burned to death.

But after staying for a long time, Han Wei still stood there with a smile like a wind. The fire pattern on his hand did not emit powerful divine power to burn him to death. Cheng Yuan's face became increasingly ugly. After a while, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "The Great Master's Hand?"

"That's right." Han Weizhi was so proud that he raised the fire pattern in his right hand and said, "This is the source of the great master. How could you control me? Even I have to use the great master's hand to pick up this thing. Now I know the wisdom of the city lord, haha..."

Cheng Yuan said in grief and anger: "You...you bastards deliberately set up a trap to lead me into the game. Since you have known it for a long time, why didn't you kill me?"

The three masters of Taiwu Ancient City, Qinghuo first, Han Wei and Han Ting arranged two and three, each of them had the strength to kill the three elders. Cheng Yuan was not afraid of head-on confrontation, but he hated that Qinghuo knew that they wanted to sell themselves and still raised tigers as a disaster. In fact, he set up an ambush circle in secret and waited for the king to fall into the trap. This ending was even more uncomfortable than killing them directly.

"Kill you?" Han Wei laughed and said, "If you kill you, who will work hard for the city lord? Without you, would we let us lead the God King from the Eight Cities of the God Realm in? Haha!"

"You have been using us." Cheng Yuan roared in anger, turned his eyes to Fu Qing and said, "Brother Fu, there is no way out. If you kill him and steal the hand of the Great Master, we still have a chance to survive."

Now Qinghuo is fighting against the Seven Kings alone in the city and cannot come for a while, so he appointed Han Wei to come and kill the rebels. Cheng Yuan was forced to jump over the wall and came up with an idea to join forces.

In fact, only by joining forces with the fake Fu Qing can you breathe. However, after hearing this, Lu Chen knew that Cheng Yuan and Han Wei had not yet discovered that they were the person behind them, and Fu Qing was just a puppet.

Thinking of this, Lu Chen noticed Han Wei's right hand and ordered the fake Fu Qing to come forward and said, "Since you must die, then fight for it."

"It's just my wish." Cheng Yuan looked overjoyed. Now he alone is not Han Wei's right, but the two have a chance to compete with each other.

"Just you?" Han Wei raised his eyebrows disdainfully, and suddenly said coldly: "Okay, the city lord ordered someone to take you to wait for the two of them to return. I also have an explanation, and I will die."

At the moment of life and death, Cheng Yuan burst out with amazing potential. His wide robe bulged up and was filled with domineering divine power. Several yellow turbid currents surged out from his seven orifices and the palms of his hands, and quickly turned into nine huge yellow pythons covered with yellow scales. The bright red snake core whipped the surrounding space like a long whip that blew away, bursting out a bunch of electric flowers, and interweaving a huge yellow fog poisonous electric net, trapping Han Wei in it.

The fake Fu Qing's expression was still, which was his biggest shortcoming. When the Yanjie Puppet Guard had no order from the sculpture, there was no division between the sculpture. Fortunately, no one noticed the fake Fu Qing for the time being, and Lu Chen could not stand. He narrowed his eyes and quickly swept over the bombed scattered corpse of Xinge on the ground. With a light of inspiration, he remembered the ghost cultivation spell that Fu Qing used on the burial corpse.

"I almost forgot that you are still a ghost cultivator." He sneered, almost following Lu Chen's movements, and a strong gray expression re-energized in the false Fu Qing's eyes.

With his fingers, he made ten gray lights, which fell on the shattered corpses. After a moment, the scattered corpses were pieced together on their own, like a ball of incomplete sculpture wrapped in rags.

The whole pieced together was very fast. After three breaths, Singo's corpse suddenly exploded. In a confusing ghost fog, a left hand was inserted in front of his chest and his right hand was inserted in the back of his heart. The strange corpse with his head being lifted in his hand would sway and kill Han Wei.

"The Supreme God? This fake Fu Qing's method of summoning corpses is indeed powerful." Lu Chen was shocked. The last time Fu Qing used this trick that caused great trouble to Lu Chen. This time, the same is true. Although the cultivation level of the corpse general is not high, in this case, one person has more strength.

The swaying corpse made a whimpering sound of killing, like a drunken man killing Han Wei. At the same time, the fake Fu Qing pulled out his sword and stabbed him.

"Good come." Han Wei was very skilled and brave. He was not afraid of the two kings. His burly body turned in a turbulent manner and rolled up a storm of flames. The storm contained three-color fire lights, and the ancient palace was suddenly shrouded in a three-color fire light.

"A fellow disciple." Lu Chen smiled, and at the same time, the idea of ​​using his divine source to improve his cultivation.

When the four of them fought, the ancient palace was full of fierce energy and they were trained heavily. Lu Chen took Jin Xiu to sweep quickly to avoid the remaining power of the four people's magic power.

After a while, Han Wei looked for an opportunity to see the flaws of the corpse general. He smiled sinisterly and handed out a three-color fire knife about meter long. After several slashes, the corpse general was dismembered eight large pieces.

"What a cruel Han Wei, it's really extraordinary." Lu Chen was stunned and thought to himself: This corpse general was killed before he could perform anything, and he couldn't borrow any power.

Cheng Yuandou was sweating profusely and his eyes were full of ruthlessness. He could see that even if he and the fake Fu Qing joined forces, they would not be Han Wei's opponent.

Lu Chen was also very anxious. Just as he was thinking about the countermeasures, Jin Xiu suddenly spoke out: "Master, it won't work if this continues."

"Huh? Is this kid enlightened?" After Feisheng, he didn't meet Jin Xiu for a long time. He discovered the difference between the little skeleton and the past twice. Now he knows more about analyzing and thinking. Could it be that the golden puppet can change Chengren little by little?

The cardinals of heaven and earth all have a spiritual surname. The Wu Xingman who was previously transformed into an immortal by the old man of Jing and cultivated into a fairy. Jin Xiuchengren was not surprised, but he seemed to have any solutions after hearing this.

Lu Chen asked, "Do you have a way?"

Jin Xiu did not nod, stared at Han Wei's right hand and said, "The Great Master's hand can pick up the fire pattern of the craftsman, what if there is no such hand?"

"Can you cut off his hand?" Lu Chen was shocked, and at the same time he was filled with joy and expectation. This kid was very ruthless as I used to be.

Jin Xiu shook his head and said, "I don't know, I have to ask the jade in the book."

"Isn't he lacking divine power? Was he awake?"

Without answering Lu Chen's words, Jin Xiu's eyes began to become empty. After a few breaths, a strong light flashed out from the deep eye sockets: "One chance, success may not be high."

"Try it." Lu Chen was overjoyed and shouted suddenly. If he cut off that hand, he would steal the fire pattern of a big can and threaten them. Who would dare to get close to him?

Jin Xiu nodded and had already accumulated momentum. At this moment, Cheng Yuan suddenly became cruel. The three of them fought for a long time, and Han Wei was firmly in the upper hand. As he fought, he suddenly stood in a straight line. Seeing this, Cheng Yuan gritted his teeth and whispered: "Brother Fu, I'm sorry."

"Bang!" After saying that, Cheng Yuan did not surround Han Wei, but instead slapped the fake Fu Qing's back hard. He strongly penetrated the fake Fu Qing's purple mansion. The fake Fu Qing spurted out a mouthful of blood and pounced on Han Wei.
Chapter completed!