A mob of clones

Chapter 411 The Bloody Yangzhou City in
AD 1212.

Over Yangzhou City...

Pan Nanjun stepped out of thin air, and his eyes under the bronze mask passed through the clouds and a distance of more than a thousand meters, staring directly at a courtyard.

"It should be right here~"

In today's era, the Three True Sect has shown signs of decline, although there are still magical practitioners who have awakened their natal supernatural powers within the sect.

But no more great supernatural being was born.

Replaced by Huang, Zhuozhao, and Suiyuan in the Six Lives and Five Lives, Pan Nanjun and Bailiyuan gradually developed and expanded the Nine Realms Sect and became the number one Dharma Sect in the contemporary era.

After countless magical disciples searched all over the place, Pan Nanjun easily found the former home of Sun and Moon Wu He.

The home that Riyue Wu He never returned to after a big change happened when he was fifteen years old...

With his eyes lowered, Pan Nanjun shifted his gaze from the deserted courtyard to a cemetery.

However, considering the previous situation, the young man still had the courage and quickly changed his posture from sitting to kneeling. He banged his head heavily on the ground and said:

"Oh oh oh, this can't be done~"

But on one of the relatively complete bones of a woman, Pan Nanjun can still clearly see some shadows of Sun and Moon Wu He...

Hearing this, the young man was immediately overjoyed. He raised his head suddenly and saw a huge mouth as big as his entire face.

"If the Immortal needs any help from now on, I will never shirk it. I will go up the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire, even if I give up my life."

The flat land suddenly bulged up as if it were filled with bombs, and then exploded from the middle.

At this time, Pan Nanjun stepped on the ground with his legs, looking at the new Nirvana corpse in front of him, shaking his head slightly, as if he was communicating with the Nirvana corpse in front of him, and seemed to be talking to himself...

In doubt, he wanted to open his eyes to see what was going on, but the fear in his heart made him extremely hesitant.

While talking to himself, Pan Nanjun seemed to feel something, turned his head slightly, and then looked at the young man behind him.

On the contrary, a large number of ordinary people's corpses turned into irrational corpses at that time...

Pan Nanjun obviously thought about this for a moment, but the next moment he chuckled and said something.

Even the five losers of the Wanye Corpse Immortal can only do such a thing as transforming the Nirvana Corpse. They can only judge who is selected by the Wanye Corpse Immortal in advance before they die, or who is selected by the Wanye Corpse Immortal after death. But the true blood of Wan Ye has not yet reached the time of arrival. These are just two situations.

Seeing this, the young man who was so frightened that he sat down on the ground also had his mind go blank, and the spirit of the boss was about to fly out when he opened his mouth.

"Thank you, immortal, for saving me~"

"And it seems that the date of selection happened to be within the last two days."

"If you regain your sanity here, there will be no way to have fun later."

When he saw the woman's bones, Pan Nanjun let out a sigh, as if he had found something interesting. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the bronze mask.

But in the next second, the originally calm ground suddenly began to shake unnaturally.

"Huh~"

Immediately, a trace of scarlet blood hidden in the cause and effect flashed from the sky out of thin air and quickly landed in a grave.

For example, before the final war at the beginning of the twenty-first century, the Nine Realms Sect had preserved a large number of corpses and prepared to completely transform them into Nirvana corpses during the Karma War.

At this time, a Nirvana corpse with disheveled hair, red eyes, a mouth full of sharp fangs, purple skin, and a shroud suddenly jumped out of the scattered smoke and dust. His scarlet eyes kept scanning the surroundings, and then locked in a direction and pounced. And go.

However, when the young man closed his eyes and waited for death and pain to come, he found that he did not feel like being bitten by a wild beast, and he could not even feel the slightest sound of wind.

"You're welcome~"

In the world of magical powers, the selection of Nirvana corpses by the Wanye True Blood of the Wanye Corpse Immortal has a certain degree of randomness. It does not mean that those with strong strength will definitely be selected, and those with weak strength will definitely not be selected.

But in the end, he opened his eyes a little and kept observing the surroundings. Then he saw a white-haired figure standing in front of him, blocking the figure that was rushing towards him. The scary monster is coming.

But there were also quite a few strong men who did not turn into Nirvana corpses to participate in that war.

And today this is undoubtedly the latter of the above two situations...

"But this is just right..."

Although most of the bones in these coffins have rotted away, only the skeletons remain.

"It just so happens that I am still afraid of the punishment of disturbing the law of cause and effect too much, which will directly blast my seriously injured body into rubbish."

Just one look at the young man sitting on the ground almost scared him to death.

When the scarlet light spots fell into the ground, they were like snowflakes falling into the lake. They didn't cause any ripples but just melted into the ground like ginseng fruits.

The scattered earth and rocks spread rapidly in all directions like shrapnel from a grenade explosion. A tombstone nearly as tall as a person was almost instantly interrupted by the bombardment of the scattered rubble.

"What a coincidence. What a coincidence."

Pan Nanjun touched his chin and gently stretched out a finger, pointing at the tomb thousands of meters away.

The figure that rushed forward almost turned into a streak of blood. In an instant, it broke a small tree surrounded by one person. After a few jumps, it reached a hundred meters away. A person was frightened by the movement here. The young man opened his big mouth and bit the young man's neck.

"Now there happens to be a scapegoat here, which is a good choice."

"This corpse seems to have the talent to cultivate magic, and it was selected by the blood of all karma."

There are several lonely graves there, and under the lonely graves are coffins one after another.

"Go home honestly~, be good~, blood relatives taste better..."

"I need your life now~, please give up this life for me now..."

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

In Yangzhou City...

An old Taoist priest with one eyebrow and a Taoist robe seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked in one direction, frowning slightly.

"There is a blood rising over there. Is it the Nirvana corpse?"

The other side is also in Yangzhou City.

A high-spirited young man with black hair tied back, wearing tight clothes and a long knife hanging on his waist, stood in a blacksmith shop, fiddling with the long knife in his hand, his face full of satisfaction and love.

At this time, a muscular man walked out of the blacksmith shop and held a spear. He reached out and handed the spear in his hand to the young man's hand.

"Ahe, here is your father's gun..."

In response, the young man also accepted it with a smile.

But as soon as he took over, the gun head, which had been well installed, suddenly became unstable. After shaking on the gun barrel, it rolled to the ground.

The "ding-dong" sound of the collision of rocks is extremely harsh.

Seeing this, the muscular man known as Uncle Wang was immediately embarrassed. He quickly picked up the gun tip, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the gun tip, and then helped the young man put the tip of the gun back on.

After making sure everything was OK, he said sheepishly:

"The gun tip was not pressed properly just now. Nothing will happen now."

As for Uncle Wang's speech in front of him, the young man known as Ahe didn't listen at all, and his whole body was in a trance. The original good mood disappeared at this moment, and a bad premonition suddenly surged into his heart...

Immediately, he didn't care whether the gun head was secure or not. After the branch committee said it was okay, he directly put the spear behind his back and ran quickly in one direction.

And he ran like this for more than ten minutes.

When he ran back to his courtyard, looking at the closed door and the abnormally quiet courtyard, the strong sense of crisis in his heart became stronger and stronger.

However, the recognition of his cheap father's strength still kept some illusions in his heart.

"Crack~"

The heavy door was pushed open with force, and the solid wood door collided with the surrounding walls. The door panel of the back room kept shaking and making a violent sound.

The figure of a young man named Ahe also rushed into the hospital as the sound spread.

Then he saw such a scene here. There was blood all over the ground, tattered clothes stained with blood, withered limbs and bones, and internal organs scattered on the ground like scraps from a slaughterhouse.

The strong smell of blood was even more nauseating than the battlefield where Ahe, his father and uncles destroyed the bandits a few days ago.

Several heads that were so familiar to him were piled together like a Jingguan, and the blood-stained faces made his pupils even lose focus.

Almost subconsciously, the well-dressed young man took a step back, but the feeling of juice under his feet, as if he had stepped on grapes, made his whole body tremble.

He moved his steps with great difficulty, and then he saw the crushed eyeballs under his feet, and the half of his body on the side of the door that was pushed aside by the door panel...

That outfit was quite familiar to him, it was his cheap father.

"This is - this is - this - this is -"

The shocking scene in front of him made it almost difficult for the young man to breathe. He tried hard to open his mouth and gasp for air, but the smell of blood in the surrounding air continued to pour into his mouth like sea water.

A strong feeling of nausea surged up in his stomach. He had obviously experienced a life-and-death battle and had killed more than one person with his own hands. But at this moment, young Wu He could not help but feel here. Big Tut vomited.

However, as all the contents in his belly were vomited out, and even nearly half of the acidic water in his stomach was vomited out, the anger in the young Wu He's heart began to burn quickly like a flame covered by soil.

"Who~"

There was clearly no yelling, no crying, and even before this the young man had not made any loud noises.

But at this moment, his voice was so hoarse and his eyes were so red.

And at this moment, a sound like a cabinet being knocked over suddenly sounded from not far away.

In an instant, the young man's bloodshot eyes were tightly locked on the direction from which the voice came.

In the end, there was only a "choking" sound, and the long knife came out of the body.

However, at this time, he did not hold the handle of the knife as usual, but held the back of the knife firmly. The blue flame burned in his hand, and the curse turned into incomparable anger and murderous intent exploded like gunpowder at this moment. open.

The bright silver sword instantly turned into a ray of silver light. In the blink of an eye, it passed through the two walls and made a sound of the sword piercing flesh in the courtyard.

Under the influence of boundless anger, the young man burst out with unprecedented potential. He completely ignored the fact that his house was his property and smashed open two walls. Then he saw the culprit that caused this tragedy.

However, the scene in the room was like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing the burning blue magic power on the young man's body, causing his entire brain to enter an inexplicable shutdown state.

The whole person stood there like a wax statue, motionless...

"He'er~, I'm sorry, mother didn't want to do this."

"But mother can't help it..."

The field of view cuts to the young man's eyes, in the dim room at this moment.

A figure that originally made the young man extremely friendly, but now seemed extremely strange, was sitting there with a long sharp knife stuck on his chest.

In front of her, half of the chewed-up and tattered body stood there upright, with bright red blood continuously flowing down from the section of the body, dyeing the colorful shroud red. …

He recognized the half-headed figure as his cheap father. The figure that was crying while holding the flesh and chewing it was more familiar to him. It was his mother who had just passed away not long ago...

"How could it be? How could it be? How could it be?!"

Looking at the dissatisfied and disbelieving young man in front of him, the Nirvana corpse tearing flesh and blood showed a bit of struggle in his eyes.

Douda's tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes, but her figure stood up directly from where she was, and the long knife inserted into her chest fell directly to the ground.

The next moment, her figure appeared directly next to the stunned young man, opened her big mouth and aimed for his neck.

"He'er, run quickly~ Mom, I really can't control myself..."

……

Looking at the scene happening below, Pan Nanjun pinched the chin of his bronze mask. With the barrier of the mask, no one else could see his expression, but there was no doubt that he was smiling at this moment.

"That should be fine."

The so-called Ahe in the courtyard below is naturally Riyue Wuhe, Riyue Wuhe when he was fifteen years old.

After Riyue Wuhe's mother had been strengthened by him, ordinary supernatural powers would not be her opponent, and her bloodthirsty side was infinitely magnified, making it impossible to control her body with will.

There are no great supernatural powers in Yangzhou City, even if other medium supernatural powers discovered the problem here and came to kill the Nirvana Corpse.

It is estimated that the bones of fifteen-year-old Wu He will be swallowed into his stomach.

But at this moment, Pan Nanjun seemed to feel something and tilted his head slightly. His vision passed through layers of walls and a distance of several hundred meters. He saw a seeker wearing a black Taoist robe with a unibrow, rushing towards here quickly. Come.

While rushing on the way, the seeker seemed to be using some unknown magical power, and seemed to want to provide remote support.

And how could Pan Nanjun allow this?

So he directly raised two fingers, unable to imitate the magical power stored in them, and pointed towards the seeker from a distance.

"This is not possible. Wu He must die here today. It will be useless if anyone comes."

But just as Pan Nanjun raised his hand, a spear suddenly stabbed down from the void, instantly piercing his wrist and pinning his hand to the ground below.

Behind the head of the spear, a blood-red flag fluttered in the wind. Invisible forces flew out from the blood-red flag like chains, and instantly wrapped around Pan Nanjun's entire body, tying him up. It became a rice dumpling.

With people like this, the magical power that Pan Nanjun was preparing was naturally interrupted.

The Taoist priest with a straight eyebrow in the distance, the magical power he had prepared was fully formed at this moment - "If I were in the clairvoyance".

The next moment, his figure appeared in the courtyard and blocked the Nirvana Corpse's ferocious attack on the young Wu He.

"Wake up, kid! He is no longer your mother!"

……

The vision returns to the sun and moon Wu He...

Looking at his once young self below, Sun Moon and Wu He remained silent. For the courtyard that was even more tragic than what he remembered, he just glanced at it and no longer paid attention to it. Instead, he turned to look at the courtyard being treated. Pan Nanjun, who was trapped in place, said with cold eyes:

"Should I say that I miss you after not seeing you for two thousand years?"

"So what should I call you now?"

"Huang? Zhuo Zhao? Sui Yuan? Baili Yuan?"

"Although I am all me, I am not me either."

"The above are all me, but it can also be said that they are not me."

"Now you can call me Pan Nanjun."

Although he was tied to the ground, Pan Nanjun did not show any fear. The face with the bronze mask was still facing Sun and Moon Wu He, and there was no trace of emotion in his voice.

"As for saying I haven't seen you for two thousand years, you shouldn't say that to me..."

"And it's useless for you to kill me. As long as the King of Nirvana is still there, we will not disappear."

In response, Sun Moon Wu He shook his head noncommittally.

"is it?"

The next moment, Sun Moon Wu He slapped Pan Nanjun in front of him on the shoulder with his palm.

A strange force instantly shook Pan Nanjun's soul.

In just one breath, Pan Nanjun was shocked to find that the connection between himself and his selfless dharma was instantly severed.

In an instant, Pan Nanjun could no longer maintain his calm expression, and looked at Sun and Moon Wu He in front of him with shock.

"What did you do to me?"

Regarding this, Riyue Wuhe was noncommittal and smiled. Finally, he raised his palm and pressed it towards Pan Nanjun's head.

"you guess……"

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(End of this chapter)