Ask the Mirror Chapter 238: Xingtian

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What the hell?

At this time, Yu Ci's head finally felt better. This sudden impact, he vaguely felt that it had something to do with the "iceberg" in his mind. As for the clones, he didn't know, but he was not an idiot. Seeing the postures of Shanjiao and Xiangnu, he even made a rough guess, and immediately gasped:

"Xuanyin Shangxian?"

As we all know, the so-called Xuanyin Master is actually one of the avatars of the God Lord of the East China Sea Rakshasa Sect. He was used as a cover to establish a sect in this borderland to facilitate his actions. In fact, Yu Ci doesn't quite understand what "clone" is. He only knows that it is a top-level magical power. I heard that even at the level of Earth Immortal, not many people understand it.

Gan Shizhen on the side looked at him and shook his head slightly: "No, it's not the Xuanyin Master who came in person. The legendary God Lord's clone is also at the level of the Small Tribulation Technique... It's still a little short of it now, it should be a clone projection."

"That's incredible..."

Yu Ci looked up at the sky and murmured to himself.

At this time, the "Eighteen Yin Demon Wheel Array" had been wiped out, and he was no longer under pressure, so he could see the figures under the silver-grey light very real.

In fact, as long as they are not blind, everyone within a radius of dozens of miles can see that huge figure. In my opinion, this clone projection is one size smaller than Monk Yi Xin's golden body of King Ming. When the silver-gray light flows, I can see that its face is like porcelain jade, feminine and handsome. Even with such a huge size, it feels the same to people. It is difficult to distinguish the gender. . In the slightly narrow eyes, there is a flame that lights up and goes out. When it is bright, the light shines deep, as sharp as a knife. Wherever it passes, the night sky shows a series of ripples, which seems to be signs of instability.

Compared with the clone projection, although King Ming's golden body is still wrapped in flaming golden light, with eight hands spread out, and black flame snakes moving around, the momentum is not reduced, but for some reason, it feels inferior to the opposite one, especially In terms of interacting with the influence of the void, the feeling is even more obvious.

"You said it's worse than the Small Tribulation Technique?" The Small Tribulation Technique is a real person, and Monk Yisin is also a real person now, but why is the difference so big?

"That's not how it counts."

After the evil spell was destroyed, Gan Shizhen felt a lot more relaxed. After listening to Yu Ci's words, he pursed his lips and smiled: "Cultivation is one aspect, and the power of the God Lord carried by the clone cannot be ignored. That person is also like this. The top figure in the world, it is said that she can imagine life and death with one glance, and an ordinary person will be half alive and dead, just depending on luck."

As she spoke, her expression became serious. Yu Ci also understood that when Yu Zhou Laodao talked to him about some taboos in this world, he mentioned that when it comes to the level of the God Lord, he must have respect. Gan Shizhen set a good example.

However, this kind of "respect" still takes a long time to cultivate. Yu Ci couldn't pick it up for a while, and just looked up at the sky: "So, Monk Isin is going to be in trouble?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I couldn’t see how the clone’s projection moved. The silver cloak in the sky was fluttering, and the light and darkness between heaven and earth were uncertain for a moment. If I looked closely, I felt that the entire sky was shaking. The flaming golden light around the golden body of King Ming was still radiant. But it seemed like it was being held by something, twisting it out of shape.

The golden body of King Ming roared again, and its eight long arms swung and waved out thick golden arrows, flying like thunderbolts. Each one was as thick as a human waist, flying towards the projection of the clone, making a rumbling sound. However, they disappeared into the night sky one after another halfway, like the worst farce.

However, occasionally one of the shots missed and hit the edge of the city. People present saw that a ten-foot-long city wall collapsed immediately as golden light penetrated it. Then, fierce fire shot into the sky, reflecting half of the night sky, and the hot wind became more intense. It swept through half of the city.

"Such a fighting method..." Gan Shizhen brushed her hair that was messed up by the hot wind and looked at Shanjiao who had just stood up after the ceremony. "Is the clone of your sect's **** master invited by Master Ming?"

"That's exactly what Master Ming did."

Shanjiao's cultivation level is only at the upper level of spiritual communication, and she has not made any achievements before. However, because of the projection of the clone in the sky, her pretty face is full of pride: "Her pious heart has reached the upper realm, and she has been enlightened by the god, and she has achieved positive results. I will go to the heaven of disillusionment. Now that my mortal body has been transformed, I have become a spiritual master. I can invite my divine clone to eliminate evil obstacles!"

Only Gan Shizhen here, who has lived in the Sanhu area of ​​​​Beidi for many years and knows a lot about powerful neighbors like the Rakshasa Sect, can fully understand Shan Jiao's words. She meditated for a moment and sighed: "So it turns out that by using the power of the God Lord to cleanse the body and sublime the spirit, one can indeed become the body of a god's servant. As long as the God Lord exists forever, he can live forever, but this requires worshiping the God Lord wholeheartedly. The word "I" makes it impeccable... Master Ming's life is hard to come by."

Shan Jiao responded with a teaching ceremony: "Master Ming's pious heart is perfect and flawless, which is obvious to all. Everyone in the teaching is deeply impressed by it."

This is a bit out of tune. Gan Shi, who is a real practitioner, actually doesn’t agree with this method of immortality that involves losing one’s self. But of course it’s hard to say it now. He just asked: "Master Ming and the Dharmakaya are in harmony, can they do it?" How long will it last?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she knew she had asked the wrong person, and Shan Jiao could only stare.

Gan Shizhen shook his head and said: "The Buddhist golden body is famous for its indestructibility and the strongest toughness. I hope Master Ming can fight quickly, because the people in the city won't be able to hold on for too long..."

"The body of the Divine Attendant is transformed into a clone body, which can last for thirty breaths."

A sudden sentence made Yu Ci look sideways. The person who spoke turned out to be Xiangnu, a "cart driver" who had the cultivation of Dan Huan. For some reason, he was interested in speaking, but his words were a bit slurred.

Gan Shizhen glanced at him in surprise, and frowned again: "Thirty breaths... is almost here!"

The "hissing" sound all over the ground came from high in the sky.

The clone projection raised a hand at some point, and a half arc of light like a moon hook tore through the sky. The traces of wind pressure it tore out were thousands of feet long, and were still extending. From the ground, it was not visible at all. It's just an endless long line pushing past.

The golden body of King Ming wanted to hide, but as soon as the huge body moved, there was an extremely strange shock in the void on all sides. Then people saw that the golden body of King Ming, which was a hundred feet high, jumped upwards, and then the void hit him. It rolled over and made a huge noise, but it stayed where it was and didn't move at all!

Are you kidding me? Several people on the ground almost stared out their eyes. Is now the time to act like a monkey?

As soon as the absurd thought arose, the arc flashed again, and the flaming golden light split into the middle, and along with it, the hundred-foot golden body was cut in half!

"Okay!"

Hu Dan cheered loudly. Although the others did not say a word, their expressions were similar. Only then did they realize that the previous vibration in the void was actually the Rakshasa Cult's exquisite illusion technique, which disrupted King Ming's golden body's judgment, trapped him in place, and suffered a blow.

It was only then that people heard the scream of the air being squeezed. The fire clouds in the sky seemed to be driven away by invisible hands, rolling over the waves and pushing them into the distance.

"The level of divine will between the two sides is too different..."

Gan Shizhen let out a sigh of relief. The transformation of divine will is the foundation of spiritual practice, and it is also the highest level of spiritual practice. People at Gan Shizhen's level are most sensitive to its mysteries: "It turned out to be total suppression, probably borrowing the ideas of the immortal. However, King Ming's golden body can be It’s not that easy to destroy!”

"Is that so?"

Yu Ci squinted her eyes and looked up, and immediately realized that the female cultivator's eyesight was really amazing. The golden body that had been cut in half, the lower half turned into light and flew away, but the upper half was dazzling with golden light. The three black holes on the head were filled with a layer of blood light. The next moment, the blood light turned into a stick. Flying spears, flying shots to fight back.

But the gap still exists. The clone projection waved his hand, and the **** flying spear immediately disintegrated. At this time, everyone can see that in this incredibly huge battle between clones and golden bodies, the immortal clone has the absolute upper hand, and victory is not far away!

In this atmosphere, Gan Shizhen suddenly raised his voice: "Quick victory!"

It's still too late! Before he finished speaking, silver-gray light mist dispersed outside the clone's projection!

While people were stunned, the silver cloak that covered the clouds and the moon disappeared out of thin air, and the sharp flames of the narrow eyes were extinguished. Then, on the forehead of the huge clone, a group of silver-gray light separated and flickered. .

Monk Isin, who had been silent for a long time, burst into laughter. Outside the golden body of King Ming, the intensity of the flaming golden light suddenly rose to a higher level.

"Oops!"

"How could it be!"

"What should I do?"

With such ups and downs, several of the alchemy-returning cultivators who were originally calm were a little panicked. They all went to look at Gan Shizhen, but they saw the female cultivator and Yu Ci beside her raising their heads and staring blankly at the sky.

People unconsciously followed the sight of the two men and saw a flickering light outside the endless night sky. It was difficult to distinguish the color at first, but the light became stronger and stronger. In the space of a few breaths, a faint blue became the night sky. Newly added colors.

The light traces its tail, but there is no arc at all. It is as straight as a sword, penetrating straight down!

The target is the golden body of King Junta Liming.

How could this be hidden from Ising? "Howl", the Sanskrit sound roared like a bell, the eight arms of the still intact golden body spread out with two hands to form a seal on the chest, and the long arm holding the vajra turned backhand to meet the blue light.

Yu Ci's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes turned away from the most important point, scanning the surrounding void. As expected, he saw He Qing, who had been "invisible" for a long time.

The female cultivator’s delicate face has also been illuminated by a layer of faint blue light, her eyes are cold and cold to the touch.

"Xingtian Sword, kill!"

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