Chapter 322 Trap

"go!"

The six swords formed a line, inducing the vitality of heaven and earth to form a line.

That thread pointed directly at the heart of the man in golden armor, locking the soul at the same time.

"What magic weapon is this?"

The man in golden armor felt nervous, and he hurriedly summoned the magical black earth shield in front of him, and stepped up to activate the power of Nan Mingli's furnace.

boom!

The battle was intense here, but the soul-eating beast on the other side suddenly swelled to tens of thousands of feet, and then exploded with a bang.

Ziying escaped, and the aura in his body rose instead of falling.

After suffering a big loss, he couldn't help but became furious. He waved his hand with a huge whip and whipped the man in gold armor hard.

Attacked from two sides, the situation of the man in golden armor was immediately in danger.

Not far away in Sunset City, the clone of Jie Lei and Zhu Xiaoxiao were viewing the battle situation through space projection.

Yi Qingchen's expression was solemn, as if he was worried.

It's just that the clone of Tribulation Thunder is moving in front of people, in order to hide the fact that the cultivation level of the main body has been continuously improved, and the level has not been improved. It is only in the early stage of virtual refining.

Can't help at all.

He could only ask Zhu Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, hasn't the Holy Emperor come yet?"

"not yet……"

Zhu Xiaoxiao said anxiously: "I asked my aunt to urge me, but my aunt said that the Holy Emperor is still in retreat... Little Taoist priest, run away quickly, we don't want the things in the treasure house!"

"I don't want it anymore... These many resources are enough to support my cultivation to the integration stage, how can I give up?"

Yi Qingchen grumbled and thought: "It seems that the Holy Emperor Tianyuan does have other ideas, otherwise he would send a large team of people to rescue him even if he is in seclusion. This old immortal thing really doesn't care about any human kindness."

"But I can't blame the Holy Emperor Tianyuan for thinking about it. I do have too many treasures here. If it were me... I would definitely not take action."

Yi Qingchen snorted coldly: "When a man walks in the world, whether he is practicing or doing things, he must do so with a clear conscience. If I receive kindness from others, even if I cannot repay it with a spring of water, at least I must be grateful for the kindness and provide relief.

In difficult times, we must not retaliate with kindness!"

He paid no less tribute to Holy Emperor Tianyuan every year, and he showed some kindness no matter how he calculated it.

However, Tianyuan Holy Emperor's choice did not exceed Yi Qingchen's expectations.

There is a threat of heavenly calamity in the spiritual world. Unless you practice to become a flying immortal, you will die sooner or later from the calamity.

If the Holy Emperor Tianyuan can climb from the bottom to the top, he must be a hero for the rest of his life.

It is rare for him to have any human touch left in him. For this kind of person, improving his cultivation and becoming an immortal are the most important things, and other things are unimportant.

As the business of Wanbao Pavilion is getting better and better, the resources it has can really help the combined monks.

It is only natural that the Tianyuan Holy Emperor wants to completely take away Wanbao Pavilion to help him cultivate.

In the final analysis, there are too many treasures in Wanbao Pavilion that make people jealous, but they do not show strong enough protective power.

Who wouldn’t want it as their own?

Understanding is understanding, but identification is impossible.

If the Tianyuan Holy Emperor is not a human son, he will have to suffer the corresponding consequences.

Zhu Xiaoxiao became more and more anxious as he watched, and advised: "Little Taoist priest, Sunset City is too close to Sunset Tomb, and this place is not safe. Let's escape from here first. As long as people are alive, there will be a chance to make a comeback. I will accompany you."

"

The anxious look on Yi Qingchen's face gradually disappeared, and he sighed: "It's too late, Xiaoxiao, our Wanbao Pavilion has already revealed its wealth. If we don't use thunderous means, we will be bullied every day."

"ah?"

Zhu Xiaoxiao couldn't laugh or cry: "You are almost beaten to death, so what kind of thunder can you use?"

Yi Qingchen smiled slightly: "If we weren't about to be beaten to death, how could we see clearly who had evil intentions?"

Zhu Xiaoxiao was stunned, and suddenly felt that Yi Qingchen's appearance became unfamiliar.

"It seems no one else is here, close the Internet cafe!"

Yi Qingchen looked around and saw that no one was joining the battle, and understood that the onlookers would not interrupt.

As soon as he thought, rays of light and shadow came from all directions.

The three opponents who were fighting suddenly stopped, looked at each other and turned their eyes to the void.

The void was calm as usual, but in their eyes there were layers of barriers revealed.

"Good boy!"

The man in golden armor looked around and said in a cold voice: "Master Taiyi, you dare to scheme against me, you are so brave."

Yi Qingchen was still tied up by the fairy rope, but his expression was no longer as panicked as before, instead he looked confident.

Zhu Xiaoxiao looked a little dumbfounded at the scene on the mirror, and looked at the Jie Lei clone blankly.

The Jie Lei clone shrugged and said no more.

But in the formation of Wanbao Pavilion, a new Yi Qingchen walked out of thin air.

Xin Yi Qingchen held the five-color flying sword in his hand and said with a faint smile: "Your Excellency is not Mahayana, what is so great about you, why do you make me dare not scheme?"

"Besides, if you didn't come to my Wanbao Pavilion, how could you fall into an ambush by a poor Taoist?"

Accompanied by the words, another figure stepped out of the void, carrying the same five-color flying sword.

"that's all?"

‘Huang Liang Lingjun’ asked doubtfully: “Just a few clones? Taoist Taiyi, your back-up skills can’t be so shallow, right?”

"How powerful he can be in a small period of virtual refining, just how powerful he is if he has several clones of the same level."

There was some anxiety in the voice of the Wood Clan master, and he urged: "Fellow Taoist from the Shadow Clan, we cannot stay here for a long time. We must not be deceived by this person and delay our time."

"fart!"

The man in golden armor suddenly said sternly: "Open your eyes and see, now the space has been locked. Taoist Taiyi's methods will not stop there. We must first join forces to destroy the enemy."

"well said!"

Another Yi Qingchen walked out of the void: "But it's easier said than done. The three of you are from different clans and races. The only thing you have in common is greed. How can you sincerely join forces?"

The faces of the three men in golden armor gradually became gloomy, and they felt inexplicably uneasy.

The fourth Yi Qingchen stepped out, Shi Shiran smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, are you willing to hand over your back to a foreign race?"

The fifth, sixth, seventh... figures with the same appearance emerged from the surroundings.

These clones occupy key positions as soon as they appear, stimulating the deep power of the formation.

In an instant, the wind and clouds turned, and bright beams of light lit up everywhere in the formation.

The world became hazy again, with stirring auras everywhere, and the originally broken aura barrier was regenerated.

The terrifying qi is rising wildly between heaven and earth, making people feel panicky.

Thirty-six human figures are connected with each other, and the cultivation they reveal goes straight to the Mahayana stage.

"Impossible, no one can refine more than thirty clones of the same level!"

The man in golden armor, ‘Huangliang Lingjun’, and the masters of the Wood tribe all changed their expressions, and the latter shouted out loud: “With this level of cultivation, you can break through the realm long ago, who would bother to refine the clone?”

Yi Qingchen meets.

His physical cultivation went astray in the realm of golden elixirs, and he refined 365 small golden elixirs.

Since then, his cultivation has become unimaginably rich, and the accumulation required to break through is terrifying.

Not to mention thirty-six clones, even the spiritual energy consumed by a hundred clones cannot support his direct breakthrough.

His cultivation is too profound.
Chapter completed!