Almost everyone felt this terrible change.
Both auras are so terrifying and powerful.
Not only were the spiritual beasts shivering and hiding, not daring to move, even the monks were trembling with fear, fearing that this super master would find them.
Zhuo Yifan is now confident that Dongfang Liang really knows the fact that he is a clone and plans to compete with the ancestor of Qianji.
Relying on the telepathy between the clones, both of them are constantly harvesting the power of the clones.
But obviously, Qianji Ancestor is faster.
The speed of these two people was astonishing.
The Thousand Machine Ancestor relies on his Thousand Machine Transformation to come and go in an instant, harvesting the power of clones.
Dongfang Liang, on the other hand, relied on his Immortal King level cultivation to travel across the continent to capture and kill.
Among the 1,000 or so clones, he accounted for 40%, but the remaining 60% were harvested by Qianji Ancestor.
Suddenly, another demon king consciousness emerged.
Although this realm is not so perfect and stable, it is still shockingly powerful.
These two extremely powerful consciousnesses, facing each other from afar, finally began to collide.
"Ancestor Qianji, you never dreamed that I would destroy your good deeds! This is the drawback of your sky-stealing technique. You have a thousand clones to graze your soul. Huh, if I hadn't had an adventure, wouldn't it be?
I fell into your trap without realizing it."
Dongfang Liang now has no respect for Ancestor Qianji, and his words also reveal extreme disdain and hatred.
"Dongfang Liang, this time the boat capsized in the gutter, it was indeed my miscalculation. I didn't expect you to have another adventure and know the secret of the clone. Otherwise, I would have been able to break through the realm of the Demon King in one fell swoop and directly become the overlord of the party. Unfortunately, I failed.
It’s God’s will!”
Dongfang Liang sneered and said: "You have done so many unjust things. This is retribution. Ancestor Qianji, you and I should both understand that in today's battle, either you will die or I will live. If you have any last words, just say them as soon as possible. For your sake
For the sake of taking care of me in the past, I will consider it carefully."
"Dongfang Liang, you are really arrogant and ignorant. You think you can become invincible by borrowing some power through evil methods? Huh, you are still far from it. Your realm of the Demon King is not stable." Qianji Ancestor floated slowly.
Up in the air, standing in the wind.
Only then did everyone discover that the most mysterious Qianji ancestor in the demon world turned out to be an ordinary old man with a plain face who could not be found in a crowd.
But at this moment, he has the cultivation level of a demon king, and he looks like a towering mountain, making people afraid to look directly at him.
Dongfang Liang stood on the far edge of the horizon, his eyes cold, but with a hint of madness: "Ancestor Qianji, you took all the clones back. If you die in battle later, won't you really die? Don't you want to stay?"
What’s the next way out?”
"There is no need to use psychological tactics. I firmly believe that I will win this battle. After all, you are still my clone and must help me achieve my great goal."
Ancestor Qianji smiled faintly, his eyes were indifferent, and the ancient well did not waver.
"Okay, let's see who is the real master."
Dongfang Liang let out a strange laugh, shook his arms, and the Death Scythe appeared out of thin air. The innocent souls above all roared, shaking the world.
He aimed at the Thousand Machines Ancestor and waved lightly, and suddenly a black air the size of a mountain spurted out, like a huge black dragon, whooshing through time and space and came to the Thousand Machines Ancestor thousands of miles away.
Swallow him away.
"You dare to show your ugliness even if you have a small trick?"
Ancestor Qianji snorted coldly and slowly stretched out his hands like chicken claws.
His movements seemed slow and clear, but also carried a strange rhythm, as if the time of the entire world was slowing down.
The five fingers turned into claws, and they grasped the black dragon from a distance.
Suddenly, the claws like withered claws became extremely huge, pinched the black dragon, and tore it apart hard.
The black dragon let out a silent roar and was torn in half.
The ancestor of Qianji sneered again and again, and danced his hands slowly, and pieces of white light like blades flew out. Seeing the storm rising, the whole sky was illuminated brightly.
Swish, brush, brush!
Cut by countless blades, the black dragon finally turned into fragments and disappeared.
The ancestor of Qianji clapped his hands and said easily: "You suddenly gained such a powerful power and you can't control it at all. Although it seems that our realms are similar in strength, in fact, you are really far behind."
Dongfang Liang said sternly: "It's useless to talk, let's fight to the death!"
He took one step forward and instantly appeared next to the Thousand Machines Ancestor. The Death Scythe crossed the void, giving people a strange feeling as if the entire sky was split in half.
Poof!
The Ancestor Qianji's body was cut in half by a sharp blade.
Everyone exclaimed, but Dongfang Liang's expression did not change. The Death Scythe swung around and blocked it behind him.
There was a loud explosion, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, which shook the practitioners' eardrums to pieces.
That's a sword.
The snow-white sword is like spotless white snow, so conspicuous in the darkness.
At this moment, swords and knives are intertwined, creating ripples.
The body of the Thousand Machine Ancestor gradually solidified, but then split open in an instant, turning into hundreds of Thousand Machine Ancestors, each holding a snow-white sword and making an attack motion.
I don't know if this is an afterimage caused by his excessive speed, or if it really splits these many clones.
In short, in an instant, at least a hundred terrifying sword energies enveloped Dongfang Liang.
The sword energy flew, and cracks appeared in the void, which was actually somewhat unable to withstand the attacks of the two men.
Dongfang Liang's body shook, and his black robe instantly changed, and a pair of black armor appeared on his body, like a pure black curtain that even light could not penetrate.
Dongfang Liang, who put on the black armor, his aura became more restrained, as if he had become an ordinary person.
Countless sword shadows bombarded him, like raindrops splashing on the bluestone, only causing a ripple and having no other effect.
when!
The death scythe swept across, but suddenly touched the sword's entity.
Ancestor Qianji was shocked and said in disbelief: "How do you know this is my true body?"
"Since I was once your clone, shouldn't I know your true identity?" Dongfang Liang mocked: "This move of yours is good against other people, but it is wrong to use it against me."
The huge death sickle shook, and the ghostly demonic energy exploded, and the entire sky was shrouded, making it difficult to see with the naked eye.
There was a rapid clash of weapons, as dense as fried beans.
Zhuo Yifan and Anlong were both secretly surprised. They were quite advanced in cultivation, so they could naturally tell that their methods were different.
"I didn't expect that Qianji Ancestor has already touched the threshold of the rules of time and space. Every move has a trace of Tao rules. Fighting him must be very tiring."
Chapter completed!