The clone of the soul is the most powerful kind of clone. The clone has exactly the same strength as the original body. Not only does it have its own consciousness, it can think and make decisions, it can also see and hear everything at the same time through the soul.
Contact and pass it on to me.
It is almost the same as the original one, but the only weakness is that, especially for Ye Dong, his soul clone does not have the same powerful and incomparable physical body as him!
After all, it is just one of his souls. If the three souls turn into clones at the same time and then merge into one, then the strength of this clone will really be exactly the same as his original body!
Because there was no time to waste, but he was full of curiosity about this world with his own statue, so Ye Dong decided to let the clone go to find his friends, while the original body went to this world to find out.
Anyway, in addition to the physical body, the strength of the clone can also compete with the masters of the eighth heaven, so there is no need to worry about any surprises.
When Ye Dong himself stepped into this world, he had another feeling, that is, he was extremely kind to this world, and even if he fought with people in this world, his strength would even be improved.
A trace!
Even though this is only a slight improvement in strength, at Ye Dong's current level, a small amount of strength may very well become the key to determining the final outcome.
This kind of intimacy makes Ye Dong feel even more strange, because this is a kind of intimacy that he has never experienced before. Even in the old house of the Ye family and in his own love world, he has never felt like this!
With doubts, Ye Dong came directly to one of his statues.
The spiritual thought passed through the air just now, and he didn't look very carefully. Now that Ye Dong stood in front of the statue in person, he felt that it was different.
Especially the kind of resonance that seemed to come from the connection of souls was even stronger. Even Ye Dong had the illusion that he was facing himself.
This statue is not very tall, only about ten feet, but because it has almost the same momentum as Ye Dong, unless it is a person with a higher level of cultivation than Ye Dong, any life standing in front of the statue can feel it
Feeling a pressure that is as powerful as the power of heaven.
"Bold, who are you? Get back quickly!"
Suddenly, several roars came from the sky, and then, one figure after another appeared from all directions, and there were sharp whistles one after another.
Ye Dong's attention was naturally interrupted by these sounds. He looked around and found that more than a hundred monks were rushing towards him.
The realms of these monks are not high. The highest ones have only reached the realm of the mundane realm, while the lowest ones are even in the spiritual realm. However, looking at these clearly unfamiliar monks, Ye Dong felt a touch of kindness in his heart.
Ye Dong understood that his statue must be related to these monks. If there was only one statue of himself, then he could also guess that it should be someone he had saved or was kind to, who accidentally came to this world and settled down.
, in order to thank myself, I built a statue of myself.
Just like back then, on the small island named Fenghe Island in the Four Elephants Realm, an old man named Ma Laozhang, in order to thank himself, erected a statue of himself on their island.
However, time flies, and after that catastrophe, Mr. Ma and the others should be gone.
Thinking of this past event, Ye Dong felt a sharp sting in his heart again. He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He calmed down and still stood in front of his statue calmly.
Finally, nearly a hundred monks rushed in front of Ye Dong. They all had angry faces at first, but when they saw Ye Dong's appearance clearly, they turned into statues one by one, and they were all stunned.
Got there.
Until one of the old men who had reached the sixth level of the world was almost trembling and said: "Prison, Prison Master, you must be the Prison Master, Prison Master, you are finally here!"
The old man's face showed ecstasy, and so did the faces of the nearly a hundred monks around him.
With a "crash", nearly a hundred monks all knelt down on the ground with extremely respectful expressions and said in unison with extremely pious faces: "Disciples of the Blood Prison, pay homage to the Prison Master!"
Bloody Prison, Prisoner!
Hearing these two familiar words, Ye Dong was suddenly startled again. He just founded a sect in the two worlds of Huo Xiaotian and Zi Xiaotian, and established the Blood Hell Sect.
How could there be a Blood Prison in this world in the God-Sealing War? Moreover, how did these people know that they were the prison lords of the Blood Prison?
"You guys get up first! Tell me, who established the Blood Prison here?"
Ye Dong waved his hand, and a force as gentle as the spring breeze lifted up these hundreds of people. The display of strength in this hand made the respectful look on the faces of these monks even stronger.
It was still the old man who spoke: "Back to the Prison Master, the Blood Prison was built by the Prison Master's disciple, Senior Zhou Longcheng!"
Zhou, Long, Cheng!
This name awakened the memory in Ye Dong's mind from a long time ago, which was in the back mountain of Ye's family, where he once practiced hard.
A young child, with a calmness that was not commensurate with his age, stood in front of him, with a hint of reverence in his eyes, looking at him deeply.
"Master, do you have a sect?"
"Sect? What sect?"
"When I go out to travel, if someone asks me which sect I am from, how should I answer? Master, I have no other intention. I just want to repay Master and carry forward Master's sect!"
"Long Cheng, maybe you don't understand what I'm saying below, but you should keep it in mind! We have a sect called Blood Prison. From today on, you will be my disciple of the Blood Prison sect. If one day, I die
, then you have to succeed me and pass on the Blood Hell Sect, and remember that the mission of the Blood Hell Sect is to overthrow the Nine Heavens and find the ancestor of this sect - Demon Emperor Brahma!"
"Master, Long Cheng remembers that as long as the disciple does not die, the Blood Prison Sect will exist forever!"
A burst of mist slowly rose up in Ye Dong's eyes. It was not the mist of Tao, but was formed by tears.
This conversation was what he said to his apprentice Zhou Longcheng back then, in the hope that his apprentice could pass on the Blood Prison sect.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Longcheng, a disciple whom he had almost never taught seriously, really kept these words firmly in his heart, and turned these words into reality with his own practical actions.
In this world, the blood prison sect is like a seed sown in spring. It has broken out of the ground and grown vigorously. The person who planted this seed with his own hands is not Ye Dong, not Dayi, not Zhan Jiutian, not Xiao
Qingqing, but a young man named Zhou Longcheng!
The old man watched the change in Ye Dong's expression and couldn't help but speak again: "Prison Master, Senior Zhou said that he wanted the Blood Prison Sect to bloom all over the world like the flowers all over the mountains and plains, forever and ever.