Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 250 Clone's Combat Talent

"If you have any last words, you can say it now. As long as it's not too much, I will try my best to help you when I return to the imperial city."

Looking at the old and unfamiliar face in front of him, Mo Lin said coldly.

Tengxuan's face was filled with pain and fear. He knew he was going to die, but he still couldn't believe that he would die at the hands of a seventh-level martial artist. Hearing Mo Lin's cold voice, he didn't cry bitterly, nor did he hoarse. The explanation of the funeral, just repeated the previous doubts.

"Whose heir are you?"

Mo Lin leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "This year, there is a freshman in the East Campus of Fengshen Academy. His name is Lin Mo. You should have heard of it, right?"

"Lin Mo..."

Teng Xuan's eyes widened sharply, "You...you are Lin Mo?"

Every year, the top ten talents of Fengshen Academy will become the focus of discussion in the imperial city, and this year is no exception, especially Lin Mo from the East Academy. It's just that Mo Lin has been hiding in the Fengshen Pagoda to practice, so he has never found a chance to get close to him.

Fuji Xuan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

He felt that he had died unjustly. If he had known that it was Lin Mo, why would he have acted?

"The prince and the eldest prince have always wanted to recruit you, but unexpectedly, you..."

"To recruit me?"

Mo Lin smiled, as if he heard the biggest joke in the world.

Fujixuan felt that it was necessary to do something for his master before he died, so he cheered up and said: "Everything is a misunderstanding, surrender, as long as you take refuge in the prince, what happened tonight will be forgotten, the prince really wants to Recruiting you."

Mo Lin sighed, "I always thought that the First Prince and Song Yuanbiao were smart people, but I didn't expect that they were also idiots."

Without waiting for Tengxuan to speak, he continued, "Lin Mo is reversed to Mo Lin. So many days have passed. Could it be that Song Yuanbiao and Antang haven't found out about me?"

"Mo Lin, Heartless Sect, Mo Lin?"

Teng Xuan's breathing stopped suddenly, and the fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by an indescribable despair and relief.

He finally knew that his death was not wronged.

Turning his head slowly, he glanced at the elite of the palace and the black-armored iron guards who were besieged by zombies below. This veteran who had been loyal to the Song family for more than 40 years smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.

……

……

Mo Lin drew out the machete and looked down at the battlefield below.

Tengxuan's body didn't fall, but was held tightly by the avatar. Seeing Mo Lin turn his head, the avatar's eyes suddenly lit up. With a light inhalation, a ray visible to the naked eye flew out of Tengxuan's body. The blue air flow penetrated into the clone's nostrils.

Mo Lin didn't notice the change of the clone, his attention was completely devoted to the battlefield below.

At this time, the zombies from all directions were all led to the mountain stream, surrounding Song Yuanbiao's men and horses.

In addition to the second-level zombie leaders, there are dozens of third-level lords who are passing through the corpses and joining the battlefield. Their appearance dragged the Wuzong powerhouses around Song Yuanbiao to the battlefield. The masters who hunted down Mo Lin also had to change their targets.

Looking from the sky, the mountain stream below was divided into two battlefields, one was Song Yuanbiao and his elite of a thousand princes guarding the entrance, and the other was the black-armored iron guards in the middle of the mountain stream.

After killing a martial arts master, Mo Lin was in a good mood, and his fighting spirit was stimulated to the extreme. At this time, he no longer needed to use blood to attract zombies. He only needed to watch quietly in the sky, and the zombies below would slowly grow up. To nibble away Song Yuanbiao's people, this is the real sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, and Mo Lin couldn't help but want to roar out with a joy he had never had before.

"Sect Master, fellow elders of the Heartless Sect, I, Mo Lin, have avenged you!"

Mo Lin bit his lip tightly, muttering silently.

The pleasure of revenge did not make him overjoyed. Although he wished to rush down and kill him right away, telling Song Yuanbiao that he was Mo Lin, and watching him die in remorse and despair, his reason told Mo Lin that once his identity was revealed, he would definitely be killed. It will lead to Song Yuanbiao's frantic pursuit. This guy is a sixth-level Wuzong, and he is by no means comparable to a first-level Wuzong. With his current cultivation base, he cannot bear the opponent's anger at all.

Seeing the fierce fighting below, Mo Lin's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought of the mirror image clone. He didn't dare to go down and risk himself, the clone is not afraid of death, the worst thing is to summon it a few more times.

With this in mind, Mo Lin quickly chose a direction to land and gave the clone the order to attack.

The mirror image avatar is a pure energy body, and its clothing completely replicates Mo Lin's appearance before summoning. In order to facilitate nighttime activities, Mo Lin wears black night clothes, and the avatar with its wings folded is also dressed in black, blending in with the surrounding darkness .

Zombies were densely packed in front of him, Mo Lin chose a hidden place on the cliff to quietly watch the battlefield below, some of Song Yuanbiao's men fell to the ground from time to time, and more zombies fell down.

The avatar shuttled through the group of zombies with extremely agility. It quickly passed through the encirclement and rushed to the front. At this moment, an unexpected scene appeared.

There were still five or six meters away from the defensive circle formed by the elite of the palace, when the clone suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

"what's the situation?"

Mo Lin's eyes widened suspiciously. If it wasn't for the sense of the clone, he would have thought it had been killed by someone. Using his eyesight, and with the help of the light from the surrounding soul essence, Mo Lin saw that the clone on the ground was actually slowing down. Slowly crawl forward!
He crawled slowly but concealed enough to hide from everyone's eyes in the chaos. When he was less than three meters away from a soldier of the palace, a sword light suddenly flew out of his arms and stabbed into the soldier of the palace. In the lower abdomen, it was pulled out quickly again, fell to the ground and rolled backwards a few times, and did not move anymore.

"Is this suspended animation?"

Merlin was dumbfounded.

Since the mirror image clone comprehended the skill of feigning death, Mo Lin's control over it was limited to a few simple commands such as defense, attack, and escape, and the specific combat skills and moves were not under his control.

Even sometimes, he didn't completely obey Mo Lin's orders.

Just like that time in the secret passage of the underground palace of the Unfeeling Sect, facing Zhao Tianya, the avatar feigned death once. At that time, in order to get rid of Mo Lin, he tried to attack him several times, but it didn't work. In the end, he launched a sneak attack on his own initiative and killed Zhao Tianya. Tianya, since then, Mo Lin has known that strengthening the avatar's intelligence is far more than simply comprehending skills, he has also mastered many fighting skills.

In the next few battles, no matter whether it was killing the snake ghost wolf in the Liuyun Mountains, or killing the first-level Wuzong just now, the avatars showed amazing fighting instincts and talents, which gave Mo Lin surprises again and again, but everyone The sum of the surprises is not as shocking as the scene in front of me.

(End of this chapter)