A mob of clones

The most respected world in the world, the real world, the Great Jin.

The Jiangdong region is not peaceful today.

First, dark clouds disturbed the clear sky during the day.

Then there were dark clouds and the scorching sun in the sky.

Just now, the blazing sun fell, the clouds fell, the light burst forth, and the sky became clear and blue once again...

Watching the celestial phenomena rise and fall and change in a short period of time.

The hearts of the passers-by hiding at home were constantly up and down, and they couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

At this moment, someone pushed open the gate, carefully stuck his head out, looked at the blue sky and the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, and muttered softly.

"Could that be a sign of the moon being eclipsed by the heavenly dog? A very bad omen?"

Of course there are still people with insight.

"You're so fierce! The blazing sun just now was obviously the result of someone's inner realm being perfected, achieving unity between man and nature, and breaking through the realm to ascend to heaven in one step!"

However, even those with insight could not help but be amazed when they recalled the scene just now.

"I just don't know who was promoted to the Outer Scenery and caused such a large-scale change in the celestial phenomena?"

"And it seems that this has caused a Grandmaster to take action before."

"Could it be that Young Master Wang has ascended to the top in one step?"

The people of Jiangdong were speculating in confusion.

But the strong men of Jiangdong do not need to guess.

At the moment when the dark clouds covered the sun, almost all the well-known masters in Jiangdong were alarmed.

What exactly happened? They knew it clearly.

Thinking back to the scene they had seen, and the group of people they had caught a glimpse of, they couldn't help but pat their chests. Seeing so many big shots gathered there in one breath, they just felt that their little hearts could not bear it.

But in their hearts, this group of guys who basically either run a family or a force on one side also began to calculate in their hearts.

"The Wu family's connections seem a bit too strong."

"If you have the chance, you should move around more..."

……

Of course, many people knew about these things, but they didn't say anything, so the crying old man naturally didn't know.

At this moment, his figure exploded on the spot, turning into real and unreal ghost shadows all over the sky, running around like fireworks.

Some fled to the sky, trying to find a cloud to hide behind, but the sky was clear blue and cloudless.

All that greeted them was a huge Tai Chi diagram.

Thousands of ghosts were blocked by the Tai Chi diagram and were kept meters above the ground, unable to leave.

Countless ghosts couldn't help but grit their teeth in anger when they saw the Zhang family ancestor blocking their heads.

"Damn it!"

"What kind of benefits did that little bastard from the Zhang family give you to make you kill me, your ancestor?!"

"Get out of the way! Name your price. No matter what the benefit is, I will give you double it after I return to the Western Regions."

Listening to the ghostly howling sounds of the ghost in front of him, the old man with white hair and beard and wearing a black Taoist robe chuckled twice. His face was full of kindness, but the mockery between his eyebrows could not be concealed.

Make an offer? Zhang Duan dares to make an offer, do you dare to accept it?
Not long ago, the ancestor of the Zhang family had dealt with the crying old man in front of him.

And that was within the Zhenwu Sect.

The crying old man chased the six members of the Samsara Team and wanted to kill them directly in the territory of the Zhenwu Sect.

But he was stopped at that time.

At that time, he was merely protecting the younger generation as Zhang Yuanshan's elder.

If the crying old man had ignored the consequences and insisted on killing him at that time, he might not have risked his life to kill the crying old man.

Whether he took action or stopped at that time, the crying old man might still have a chance of survival.

But if you miss it, you miss it.

After that, at Zhang Yuanshan's request, the mysterious Wu He used a strange secret method to extend his life by more than 20 years.

And that was under the premise that Guimi Wuhe was just beginning to understand.

As Guimi Wuhe's strength increases, the power of life extension will only become stronger.

That is an endless supply of life. Who gave the crying old man the courage to think he could afford it?

Liang Jingru?

The Zhang family's ancestor had no intention of wasting time talking to the old man. He flicked his finger and the huge Tai Chi diagram suddenly pressed down, just like an electric mosquito swatter to slap a fly.

In an instant, tens of thousands of ghost shadows flying into the sky were dispersed by a single move, without leaving any trace.

The road in the sky was blocked, and the crying old man let out an unwilling ghost howl. Countless ghost shadows continued to fall down in the entire Jiangdong city like rain.

They have only one target - the ordinary people in Jiangdong City.

A ghost is nothing more than a trace of evil spirit. If it can inhabit a human body, even a master would find it difficult to see through it.

Even if there are special means, as long as the base number is large enough, can the mysterious Wuhe and the Zhang family ancestor directly block the entire Jiangdong to encircle and suppress him every time? !

Indeed, Guimi Wuhe couldn't do that.

But how could it be so easy to randomly massacre people in the Central Plains? !

"After today, for hundreds of thousands of millions of kalpas, I vow to save all the suffering beings in the hells and the three evil paths in the world, and to save them from the hells, the evil paths, the animals, the hungry ghosts, and all those who are suffering from their sins. When all of them, who are suffering from their sins, have become Buddhas, I will attain enlightenment."

"I will not attain Buddhahood until hell is empty; I will not attain Bodhi until all sentient beings are saved."

Before the wronged souls fell, bursts of Buddhist chanting were heard.

The faint golden light seemed like the most crystal clear glass, enveloping the sky and earth.

The ghost shadows falling like rain hit the iron plate in an instant, and large pieces of ghost shadows were instantly evaporated by the Buddha's light.

The dark fog was constantly swirling with ghosts crying and wailing, and the sound of ghosts rang out in the sky.

"Ahhh-"

"Xuan Bei?!"

"Why are you here, bald ass?!"

Dense ghost shadows like locusts were hovering below, covering the clear Buddha light of the entire city.

The angry voices continued to sweep over like waves.

As for this, the old monk Xuan Bei, who was holding his hands clasped together and a rosary, had a pair of eyes that showed neither joy nor sadness.

Just a scene from not long ago emerged in my mind.

That was the scene where the Zhang family's ancestor brought the mysterious Wu He and the Wang family's eldest son Wang Siyuan to Shaolin Temple.

However, he quickly suppressed this scene and looked up at the sky where dark vengeful spirits seemed to have gathered into a sea. A compassionate smile appeared on his face, which had always been sad.

"Donor, you are confused. I came here for only one purpose."

"That is to send the donor to heaven as soon as possible!"

The old monk did not open his eyes to look at the crying old man, but just closed his eyes slightly. Behind him, the huge image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva filled the sky and the earth. Under the Buddha's light, thousands of resentful spirits turned into ashes.

"Ahhh-"

The weeping old man, who was ordered to die in large numbers by the vengeful spirits, could not help but let out a painful wail.

But compared to death, pain is acceptable.

The crying old man is very smart.

He didn't put all his eggs in one basket.

Whether it is the sky or the earth, it is just a direction he chooses.

The countless ghost shadows in the sky are the basis for his endless trial and error.

As long as any ghost in the sky can survive, he will have hope of starting over.

Of course, such a heaven-defying move cannot be without side effects.

The crying old man clearly understood that even if he escaped, he would still be in danger.

Even if you escape and return to the Western Regions, there is a high probability that your realm will drop directly from the peak of the external scene to the first level of the external scene, or even drop directly to the ordinary external scene.

But so what?
As long as I'm alive, nothing is a problem!

Unable to fly in the sky and unable to land on the earth, the poor old man stuck in the middle ran madly towards the four corners of the world.

The sky in every direction was filled with dense ghost shadows.

This group of ghosts flew at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, they flew a hundred miles and arrived outside the city.

It seemed that he was about to leave the range of the Tai Chi diagram and the Buddha's light.

Seeing hope for life right before his eyes, the joy in the old man's eyes did not even have time to materialize.

The flash of swords and the shadow of sabers once again occupied his vision.

Thousands more ghosts died.

But this time the crying old man did not cry or wail, he just stared with his eyes wide open.

It felt like a watermelon was stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak for a long time. He was clearly a dark ghost, but at this moment he looked eerily pale.

"You you you you you!!!"

At this time, the south and north of the city.

There was a human figure standing in front of each of the densely packed ghost shadows.

One of them was dressed in white and held a long sword, and the other was dressed in a Taoist robe and held a long knife.

They just watched quietly as the ghost shadow was rolling in front of them like a wave, without doing anything. However, the ghost shadow seemed to be frozen in the air, not daring to move forward at all.

Because these two people are - the Divine Sword from Heaven, Su Wuming, the head of Xuantian Sect, and Zhenren Shoujing!

"No way, absolutely impossible."

"Why? Why are you here?"

A sharp sound that seemed to cut through space continued to echo above the sky of Jiangdong City.

And this sharp sound was accompanied by the crying old man's extreme fear.

The two people in front of him, especially the one holding the sword, when the old man saw the other crying, he couldn't help but think of the sword decades ago.

The opponent at that time had not yet reached his peak.

But when he was at his strongest, the result of the collision between the two was like an egg hitting a stone, just like a balloon being punctured and deflated.

But now the opponent is even more powerful, while I am still standing still.

Now facing each other again, how could he not be afraid?
At the same time, the crying old man didn't understand why this happened.

It's obvious that I'm here to pick on the weak.

There were six people who destroyed Xieling at that time: Guimi Wuhe, Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan, Qingjing, Qi Xia, and Monk Zhending.

Why did he attack the mysterious Wuhe? !

Besides the fact that he contributed the most and had the greatest reputation in that incident, killing him would cause a greater sensation and shock, allowing him to regain his prestige and build power more quickly.

Isn't it because there is no fundamental connection between the mysterious Wuhe and any major forces, and there is no expert behind him, making him an absolute soft persimmon?

He is just the son of a butler of the Wang family.

Could it be possible that the Wang family would offend the old man for a person from another family who had no blood connection with them? !
It turned out that the mysterious Wu He's strength was beyond his expectations.

Why do strong people keep appearing?
The Zhang family's ancestor is fine, but he knew that the mysterious Wu He was previously in the Zhenwu sect.

If the other party joined the Zhenwu sect, and the Zhang family ancestor followed him here and happened to run into him, it would barely make sense.

Monk Xuan Bei is fine, after all, he has a grudge against him. After learning from the ancestor of the Zhang family that he would take revenge on Guimi Wuhe, it is not difficult to understand why he stays here.

But why did Su Wuming and Master Shoujing come here? !

"This is unreasonable!"

"This is impossible!"

"You guys definitely have some other greater purpose for gathering here, right?!"

"How could a young boy like Wu He gather all of you together?"

Looking at the old man crying hysterically, Su Wuming and Taoist Shoujing

No one said anything.

There aren't so many twists and turns.

Guimi Wuhe went to the sect to ask them to come and witness, and they came.

The crying old man attempted to massacre people in the Central Plains in order to escape death, so they took action.

Simple, no reason needed!
"Shh-"

The sword light swept across the sky, and this time it was not just tens of thousands of ghosts that died.

The entire northern sky became clear at this moment. I wonder how many people died?

Feeling that another large number of incarnations were dying, the crying old man couldn't help but feel a bit of despair in his heart.

At this moment, the crying old man also understood why no strong external force from Jiangdong had arrived for such a long time?

Why would a master-level expert retreat immediately after arriving nearby?

It’s not because those people are afraid of him, but because there are other people hiding around!
They don't want others to mess up the situation.

But the crying old man still has a good attitude.

After thinking hard, he suddenly realized that the scene before him did not seem to be a completely bad thing for him.

If everyone had stood up at the beginning, he would not have had any chance of survival.

But now he has a tiny chance of survival!!!
Thinking of this, a fire started burning in the crying old man's heart.

There was no way to go to the south or north of the city, but he still had the east and west of the city.

The world of heaven and earth is so big, Jiangdong is so big, unless you are a great master, who can guarantee that every blind spot can be protected? !

He just didn't believe that the mysterious Wuhe River could really attract so many powerful people!
There are millions of his incarnations!
This is the strength he burst out at the risk of his life. He can run! He can definitely run!!!
"As long as we get to that place, as long as we get to that place!!!"

But the little bit of hope in the old man's heart was wiped out without hesitation in the next moment.

In the east of the city, a white-haired fisherman and woodcutter like those in poems stood leisurely, also blocking the way of countless ghosts.

That was Qi Yuan, the deputy leader of the Dajiang Gang, who was also at the top of the field.

Crying old man: "..."

The crying old man didn't want to say anything more at this time, and turned around and ran towards the west of the city with all his strength.

The scene of millions of ghosts tumbling around was truly terrifying.

However, the mysterious Wu He had been waiting here for a long time, so there was no way he could escape so easily.

In the sky and on the ground, in the east, south, west and north, it seemed that there was no place for the crying old man in the whole world at this time.

Looking at the young man standing leisurely in the void in front of him, even the old man couldn't help feeling a bit of despair in his heart.

"Am I really going to die here today?"

But when you think there is no way out, there is always a way out. Just when the crying old man was about to give up on himself, a voice suddenly reached his ears without any warning.

In an instant, hope returned to his eyes.

The next moment, above the sky of Jiangdong.

A gigantic six-faced evil demon appeared without warning, and suddenly stretched out its huge hands to grab at the densely packed vengeful spirits.

The demonic shadow appeared so quickly that it gave no chance for anyone to react.

Among the many masters at the scene, only Su Wuming, the Heavenly Sword, and Master Shoujing reacted immediately and launched attacks.

But what was surprising was that the clash of swords between the two did not cause any substantial damage to the six-faced evil demon. So although they cut open the opponent's body, they still failed to stop the opponent from squeezing into the void.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the top strong men in the surrounding area suddenly changed, and they burst into exclamations.

"Master Dharmakāya?!"

At the same time, they also recognized the identity of the visitor.

"Magic Master Han Guang?!"

Realizing that something was wrong, the people present who were originally playing around suddenly became serious, and the six top-notch fighters almost burst out with their strength at the same time.

But before their attack could get close to the evil demon that covered the sky and the sun.

When Xumi saw it, everyone saw a huge swastika seal suddenly pressing down from the sky.

The rich aura of the Dharmakaya instantly smashed the six-faced evil demons into pieces.

Only a Buddha's hand was left, which suddenly crossed the void and disappeared without a trace.

Then, a Buddhist chant of “Amitabha!” sounded like thunder.

Endless Buddha's light shines, illuminating the heaven and earth.

A six-foot-tall golden statue made of gold appeared in the sky full of Buddha's light.

With an evil dragon under his feet and a precious wheel on his head, the sky is full of colorful lights and his divine radiance is majestic.

Because the person in front of him is not someone else.

It was the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the great monk Kongwen!
Seeing the person coming, everyone who was originally chasing him couldn't help but look serious.

Even Su Wuming, who had the most aloof temperament at the scene, could not help but slowly put away his sword and saluted the visitor with his fists.

The Dharmadhatu is so transcendent in status.

At this time, "Abbot Kongwen" closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, all donors."

"Just now, the magician Han Guang suddenly attacked, and I was a beat too slow to react, so he succeeded."

"He was in such a hurry to escape just now that he couldn't catch the other person."

"It is my fault..."

Naturally, everyone around shook their heads in denial.

"No, this is not your problem, Monk Kongwen."

"Who could have predicted that the crying old man would also be connected to the magician Han Guang?"

In response to this, Abbot Kongwen sighed helplessly, his face full of compassion for all living beings, and lamented:

"No, this is indeed my problem."

"If we let the evil demon like the crying old man escape this time, I don't know when we can eradicate him next time."

For this reason, everyone around looked at the ghost shadows constantly tumbling around and remained silent.

Obviously they also knew that if they couldn't kill all the ghosts, the crying old man would be like a centipede, dead but not yet stiff.

However, they obviously had no practical solution to this sudden accident.

And just when everyone was silent, an unexpected figure suddenly stood up.

The mysterious Wu He stood up.

Looking at the people talking in front of her, a smile appeared on her face.

"Don't worry about this, seniors. I have a solution."

"Oh? Do you have any idea?"

"Yes! I have a way!"

Looking at everyone's eyes cast upon him, the mysterious Wu He smiled slightly.

"And my solution is—"

The next moment, everyone felt a flash of supreme sword light suddenly appear before their eyes.

No one at the scene could see the source and origin of the sword light.

He seemed to be cutting his way from the source.

And this sword is——

"Zhan Dao, meet me!!!"

……

The clear sword light spread out into the sky.

It only looked like a ghost, but it seemed to be divided into thousands of sword lights.

In an instant, countless ghost shadows in the sky exploded like balloons.

In an instant the sky cleared.

At this time, in another place, an old man who was extremely happy that he was rescued suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

He slowly lowered his head and saw a sword light piercing into his chest at some point.

He opened his mouth in disbelief, as if he wanted to say something, and raised his head to look forward, as if he wanted to ask for help.

But in the end, he closed his mouth and eyes helplessly.

A flying star streaked across the sky and earth.

The mysterious Wu He put away his sword amidst the shocked gazes of countless people. He raised his head, gave a faint smile to the people around him, and then nodded.

"It's just a clone. I have experience..."

……

(End of this chapter)