After hearing the words of the Holy Lord's clone, everyone trembled.
Even Kong Zhishang and Liu Yulin were a little unsure of the Holy Lord's attitude at the moment.
Are we going to kill them too?
Counting it all together, they can be considered one of our own.
Of course, Zi Chen had already taken advantage of his real people.
I believe that as long as there are still people alive, the grace of that arrow will never be forgotten.
It was like an arrow from God.
At present, the Shura field has been completely sealed, and the final Shura showdown has begun.
Everyone's life and death once again fell on Zi Chen.
Win, everyone safe.
Failure, everyone dies.
But Zi Chen's previous divine arrow had exhausted all his spiritual and spiritual power. How could he defeat a clone of the Holy Lord now?
Zi Chen was forcibly mobilizing his spiritual power to resist attacks from all directions.
It's just that the attacks around him were too many and too strong. Even the blood on the ground turned into two palms, locking Zi Chen firmly.
In the blink of an eye, Zi Chen was covered in injuries.
The clone of the Holy Lord clicked his tongue and said, "It seems that I still think highly of you. I thought you could still struggle, but who knew it would be so useless."
"You can wait until I recover before you say this." Zi Chen's mouth was bleeding, and his legs and arms were under control at this moment.
"Haha." The clone of the Holy Lord laughed.
Zi Chen's injuries are getting worse, and recovery is obviously impossible.
Regardless of the fact that these attacks left few scars on Zi Chen's body, this is because Zi Chen's physical body is powerful enough. If it had been anyone else, he would have died countless times.
Zi Chen coughed up another mouthful of blood.
The clone of the Holy Lord asked, "You are also a Holy Lord after all. Do you have any last words before you die?"
Zi Chen glanced around. Some people's eyes were full of hope, hoping that a miracle would happen.
But more people looked desperate.
Zi Chen can't save everyone.
Zi Chen was also very ashamed and said, "Since I am a Holy Lord, I must die in an upright manner. I don't expect you to have an upright fight with me, but I hope that I can die standing up and be witnessed by millions of people."
Die under it.”
The clone of the Holy Lord laughed again, "Why, do you want to leave your name forever after death? Just dream, these people will die too, and no one will sing your praises."
Zi Chen said calmly, "I'm not you, I don't need to sing praises. I, Zi Chen, have always been upright in my work, so even if I die, I must die in an upright manner."
The avatar of the Holy Lord gritted his teeth and said, "Then I won't follow your wish. Do you want them to see how great you want to die? I won't let you do it."
The surrounding blood-colored space suddenly became rich, like blood, completely flooding the space.
Others can no longer see what goes on inside.
All you can see is that the space there is distorting, as if there is a monster trying to rush out.
According to what everyone had seen before, Zi Chen, who had consumed a huge amount of money, would definitely die.
So everyone felt despair.
There are still some people who are praying for a miracle to happen.
Finally, the distorted space stopped.
All the bright red faded away instantly.
Everyone also looked desperate.
Death may come the next moment.
But after they saw the person standing clearly, they were all stunned.
incredible.
It turned out to be Zi Chen.
His injuries were still serious, and his face was pale and weak.
But the clone of the Holy Lord has gone somewhere unknown.
Everyone looked stunned.
Don't understand what happened.
Zi Chen turned around, the space blocking him had disappeared, and in front of him was the Shura Throne.
Without hesitation, he walked forward unsteadily.
Others still didn't react.
The swaying Zi Chen sat on the throne.
The surrounding Shura space suddenly shook, and then waves of power poured into Zi Chen's body along the throne.
His injuries healed visibly to the naked eye, and his momentum immediately began to skyrocket.
At the same time, a bloody crown was gathering on Zi Chen's head.
"Is it really Zi Chen?"
Everyone still can't believe it.
Zi Chen is obviously exhausted, how can he kill the clone of the Holy Lord?
Moreover, even if the clone of the Holy Lord dies, where will his body go?
Kong Zhishang looked towards Liu Yulin, "Can you find the problem?"
Liu Yulin slowly shook his head.
"Is it Zi Chen?" Kong Zhishang asked again, but he was obviously not sure at the moment.
"It's hard to say, but I feel that he should be Zi Chen." Liu Yulin responded via voice transmission.
"How could he kill a Holy Lord clone?" Kong Zhishang asked three times.
Liu Yulin couldn't answer, but she did feel that that person was Zi Chen.
"Whether it's Zi Chen or not, it's easy to verify. It depends on whether he will kill everyone next."
If it was a clone of the Holy Lord, everyone present would die. If it was Zi Chen, these people would naturally survive.
Liu Yulin continued, "Of course, it will be difficult for you and me then. So, no matter what the truth is, we have to leave."
"Can you leave?"
"The space in Shura Field is unstable at the moment, so we can take this opportunity to leave."
"Then let's go!"
Regardless of whether that person was really Zi Chen or another clone of the Holy Lord, Kong Zhishang did not dare to stay too long.
Liu Yulin held the divine seal and took advantage of the fact that no one was controlling the Shura field, so he took Kong Zhishang to break open the space and escape from the place.
Open entrance, instant healing, side
People on the side could only watch.
Seeing this, the others tried to leave here according to their own abilities, but obviously they were unsuccessful.
Therefore, they can only hope that Zi Chen is the Zi Chen they know.
Rather than some kind of product of seizing possession of one's body.
The moment is like a trial.
"It must be Zi Chen!"
Wang Yiling vowed to do so.
To be continued...