I'm not a psychopath!

At Luo Shui's suggestion, Shen Chengxian and Bailiye both remained highly alert. They knew that any negligence in the face of possible clones could lead to fatal mistakes.

"Jun Wudao" did not seem to notice Yaoguang's suspicion. He continued to talk freely, telling his views and plans on the battle of destiny.

However, whenever he talked about personal feelings or a deep understanding of certain things, he always seemed a little stiff, as if he was reciting a long-prepared manuscript.

Luo Shui decided to take a more direct approach to test him.

She suddenly asked a question related to the history of the demon race. The answer to this question was not widely known, and the real Jun Wudao actually came from the human race and later joined the demon camp.

In other words, if he could answer it, it would be abnormal.

"Jun Wudao, you once said that the future of the demon race lies in coexisting harmoniously with nature, rather than blindly pursuing power.

May I ask, in your mind, what is the best state for the demon race to coexist harmoniously with nature?" Luo Shui's question went straight to the core.

Coexistence with nature?

As long as they are demons, they don't have the words "natural coexistence" in their minds. If they have to use four words to describe it, it's the law of the jungle.

But the original concept of the demons is indeed this.

If it was the real Jun Wudao, he would definitely frown and curse, "Fuck natural coexistence." Only the strong can survive on this land.

"Jun Wudao" was slightly stunned.

Obviously, he didn't expect Yaoguang to ask such a question. He paused and said, "Heaven and earth are one."

This answer made Luoshui more certain that he was fake!

After confirming that Jun Wudao on Luoshui's side was fake, the atmosphere of the team suddenly became tense.

Luo Shui looked coldly at the demon leader who called himself Jun Wudao. Her voice revealed an unquestionable firmness: "You are not Jun Wudao. The real Jun Wudao would not have such emotional fluctuations as you."

The fake Jun Wudao's face changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He sneered: "What a joke. If I am not Jun Wudao, then who am I?"

"You are the assimilation product of this world, just a clone." Luo Shui fought back fearlessly. Her eyes were like torches, tightly locking the other's eyes, trying to find flaws in it.

A trace of panic flashed in the fake Jun Wudao's eyes, but was immediately replaced by anger. He roared: "Nonsense! Since you are so ungrateful, don't blame me for being rude!"

Before he finished speaking, the fake Jun Wudao's figure suddenly rose up, and a powerful demonic energy burst out from his body, and the entire platform was shrouded by this power.

His figure became blurred in the thick fog, and several fierce attacks instantly attacked Luo Shui and the others.

Luo Shui and the others were well prepared. They quickly dispersed and each used their own defensive means.

However, the strength of the fake Jun Wudao should not be underestimated. His attack was unstoppable and he was directly approaching the core position of Luo Shui and his team.

"Everyone be careful, don't fight hard, follow the plan!" Luo Shui commanded loudly.

Their mission was to delay the clone in front of them. As long as they delayed it until Jiang Qing arrived, they could surround and kill this clone!

The halberd in her hand drew a series of halberd shadows, and confronted the attack of the fake Jun Wudao head-on.

The battle quickly became white-hot.

Luo Shui held her halberd tightly, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes. She knew that the battle was inevitable.

She rushed up first, and the halberd drew a series of cold lights in the air, pointing directly at the vital points of the fake Jun Wudao.

As a physical cultivator, Shen Chengxian did not use any weapons, but relied on his strong body and amazing fist power.

His figure shook and turned into a residual image. The powerful spiritual power condensed on his fist, and he smashed it hard into the chest of the fake Jun Wudao.

Luo Hua waved his unique mop weapon, the long handle of the mop danced in the air, bringing up gusts of wind, and the mop head swept towards the legs of the fake Jun Wudao like a heavy hammer.

Fake Jun Wudao was not in a hurry in the face of the joint attack of the three people, but his figure suddenly became blurred, and he actually split into several phantoms in an instant, making it difficult to tell which one was the real one.

Luo Shui's halberd pierced into a phantom, but found that it was just a false existence. She was shocked and immediately changed her moves. The halberd swept across, trying to force out the real body of the fake Jun Wudao.

Shen Chengxian's fist also hit a phantom, and the powerful force dispersed the phantom, but there was no pride on his face, because he knew that this was not a real enemy.

Luo Hua's mop drew an arc on the ground, breaking several phantoms one by one, but his eyes also showed a solemn look, because he felt that the attack of the fake Jun Wudao was coming.

At this moment, the real body of the fake Jun Wudao appeared on Luo Shui's flank like a ghost. The demonic power in his hand condensed into claws and grabbed Luo Shui's shoulder at lightning speed.

Luo Shui reacted very quickly. He turned the halberd violently and blocked the claw with the halberd body. At the same time, he jumped away and avoided the next continuous attack.

Seeing this, Shen Chengxian shouted loudly, and the spiritual power around him surged. He punched the real body of the fake Jun Wudao. Wherever the fist wind passed, the air seemed to be compressed, forming a small storm.

The fake Jun Wudao snorted coldly, his body shook, and used the phantom clone again, but Shen Chengxian was unmoved. His perception was extremely sharp. He directly locked the position of the real body and chased after it with his fist.

The mop in Luo Hua's hand seemed to have turned into a spear at this moment, piercing the vitals of the fake Jun Wudao.

Who said that you can't kill people without a head?

Even the fake Jun Wudao dared not underestimate the power contained in the mop head, and he had to divide some of his strength to deal with this sudden attack.

The figures of the four people moved quickly on the platform, interweaving into a fierce battle scene.

Luo Shui's halberd was like a silver dragon, flying up and down, constantly looking for the flaws of the fake Jun Wudao.

Shen Chengxian's fist was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and each punch carried the power of splitting mountains and cracking rocks. Luo Hua's mop was like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, tricky and deadly.

Jun Wudao's real body shuttled between the three people like a ghost. He used phantoms to distract their attention, and then appeared silently on Luo Shui's flank.

He didn't know when a long sword condensed from demonic energy had condensed in his hand, with a whistling sound that tore through the air, piercing Luo Shui's soft spot.

Luo Shui reacted very quickly. Feeling the chill on the flank, she immediately twisted her body, turned the halberd, and blocked the fatal blow with the halberd pole.

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the Wuji Abyss, and sparks flew everywhere.

Luo Shui took advantage of the force and jumped, pulling away from the fake Jun Wudao, while loudly reminding his teammates: "Be careful, he is very fast, don't be fooled by the illusion!"

Shen Chengxian heard this, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body flowed, and his perception instantly improved.

He closed his eyes, no longer relying on vision, but judging the position of the fake Jun Wudao by the fluctuation of spiritual power.

He clenched his fists, ready to meet the next attack.

Luo Hua changed his tactics, he knew that in this high-speed mobile battle, the long handle of the mop might become a burden.

He turned the mop, protected his chest with the mop head, and drew the short sword from his waist with his other hand, ready for close combat.

The battle broke out again, and the figure of the fake Jun Wudao shuttled between the three people like a ghost, and every attack was extremely fierce, trying to find a flaw to defeat them in one fell swoop.

However, Luoshui, Shen Chengxian and Luo Hua were all experienced fighters. They stood back to back and formed an impeccable defensive circle.

Luoshui's halberd danced like flying, and every swing was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, blocking the attack route of the fake king Wudao.

Shen Chengxian was able to capture the real body of the fake king Wudao in time with his keen perception. His fists smashed at the enemy like a meteor, and every blow was full of power.

Luo Hua moved flexibly on the battlefield. His mop and short sword cooperated with each other, sometimes long attack and sometimes short hit, making it difficult for the fake king Wudao to grasp his attack rhythm.

The battle intensified, and the figures of the four people intertwined into a fierce battle picture on the platform of Wujiyuan. Although the fake king Wudao was powerful, he gradually felt the pressure in the face of the tacit cooperation of the three.

Although his phantom could confuse the opponent, Luoshui and their combat experience told him that a simple phantom could no longer win.

After a fierce confrontation, the fake king Wudao was forced back to the edge of the platform by the three.

A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and the demonic energy in his body burst out again.

However, this time, his momentum was completely different from before. A power that did not belong to him began to surge. The air around his body began to distort, as if even the space was under his control.

This power came from the power of this world.

The fake Jun Wudao gave up simply imitating Jun Wudao's moves. For him, who was condensed from the Heavenly Dao, imitating another person's moves could not be used at all.

He turned to use this more powerful power, but it also directly exposed his identity.

His body began to emit a faint blue light, like the brightest star in the night sky, but the light contained a breath of destruction.

"It's fake."

Luo Shui felt unprecedented pressure. She held the halberd tightly, and the tip of the halberd cut through the air, but could not touch the real body of the fake Jun Wudao.

Shen Chengxian's fist was fierce, but it was like hitting in the void, and could not cause substantial damage to the fake Jun Wudao.

Although Luo Hua's mop and short sword were flexible and changeable, they seemed powerless in front of the power of heaven and earth.

Jia Jun Wudao moved. His movements were not fast, but he carried the majesty of heaven and earth. Every time he made a move, the space was shaken.

Luo Shui's halberd was blown away by an invisible force, and she was also shaken back several steps, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Shen Chengxian and Luo Hua were not spared either. Their bodies were like being hit by a giant hammer, and they staggered back to the edge of the platform.

Seeing that they were about to collapse, Luo Shui's eyes flashed with a trace of determination. She knew that she couldn't go on like this and had to take action.

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared on the platform, it was Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing's arrival was like a dose of cardiotonic for Luo Shui and the others.

The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly changed, as if even the air had solidified.

Jiang Qing held the Longyuan Sword, and the sword body was flowing with a faint blue light, like a faint light in the deep sea, mysterious and profound. His steps were steady, and every step he took seemed to resonate with the earth, showing his extraordinary momentum.

The battle between Jiang Qing and Jia Jun Wudao was about to break out, and the Longyuan Sword and the Yaoli Long Sword intertwined in the air, making a crisp metal collision sound.

The sword light flashed, the sword energy was crisscrossed, and the figures of the two people moved quickly on the platform, like two lights and shadows intertwined, making people dizzy.

Jiang Qing's swordsmanship was exquisite, and each sword contained the power of heaven and earth. Where the sword tip pointed, it seemed that even space would be distorted.

However, the power of heaven and earth mobilized by Jia Jun Wudao was equally powerful, and every move was accompanied by the breath of destruction. The battle between the two was like a contest between heaven and earth.

Although Jiang Qing's swordsmanship is superb, it will be difficult for him to win in a short time against the fake Jun Wudao who can mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

A trace of determination flashed in Jiang Qing's eyes, and he knew that he had to change his tactics.

At the moment when the sword lights intertwined, he suddenly put away his sword, and his figure swayed, turning into a blurred light and shadow, avoiding the fierce attack of the fake Jun Wudao.

Seeing this, the fake Jun Wudao sneered, and swung the demonic long sword violently, and the sword energy swept over like a storm, trying to force Jiang Qing into a desperate situation.

But Jiang Qing seemed to have expected it. His figure shuttled through the sword energy like a ghost, and every dodge was just right, leaving no flaws.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the sword energy of the two collided in the air, making a deafening roar.

Jiang Qing's Longyuan Sword seemed to sense the determination of its owner, and the blue light of the sword became brighter and brighter, as if a dragon had awakened in it.

Suddenly, Jiang Qing turned his body, and the Longyuan Sword drew a perfect arc, pointing directly at the vital point of the fake Jun Wudao.

This sword condensed all his internal strength and will, and the power of heaven and earth gathered at the tip of the sword, forming a small vortex, which seemed to swallow everything.

The fake Jun Wudao felt an unprecedented crisis, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but was immediately replaced by determination.

He took a deep breath, and the demonic long sword shook violently, releasing a powerful force, trying to resist Jiang Qing's fatal blow.

However, Jiang Qing's swordsmanship had reached its peak, and the tip of the Longyuan Sword trembled slightly, and it easily penetrated the defense of the fake Jun Wudao.

The tip of the sword touched the chest of the fake Jun Wudao, and a powerful force burst out instantly, shaking him out and falling heavily to the ground.

Everyone on the battlefield was shocked by this scene. They looked at Jiang Qing with awe in their eyes.

And at this moment, a more powerful breath suddenly descended, and the air of the entire battlefield tightened.

The fake Jun Wudao felt this power and was shocked. He knew that this was the real Jun Wudao himself.

The appearance of the real Jun Wudao undoubtedly put him under great pressure, and the desire to retreat in his heart became stronger.

"You two, did you set a trap for me on purpose?"

"Humph."

The only response he got was a cold snort.

The real Jun Wudao appeared on the battlefield like a flash of lightning.

His eyes were cold, without a trace of emotion, and he held a long sword in his hand that also exuded a powerful aura.

He didn't say much, and directly swung his sword to attack the fake Jun Wudao.