Fortune Teller

Boom!

The stone giant took a step forward and appeared in the four directions of the Lingbao Feizhou. Each one had a different aura, as if it were a different life.

The giant in the front left exudes blue-gold light all over his body, and his movements and movements are full of infinite power, as if he can pierce the world with just a single move.

The giant's eyes on the right front were cold, and strands of essence ran across the void like chains.

The figure of the giant at the rear left is illusory, like an invisible phantom, surrounded by many illusions.

The giant on the right rear was full of blood, and his mouth and nose seemed to be hiding a vast sea of ​​blood.

"Strength, essence, spiritual soul, blood... It seems that the Lord of the Crying Soul Clan has at least cultivated his natal magical power to the four soul realms!"

Gu Xiuyun narrowed his eyes.

The Crying Soul Clan has strange supernatural powers and has the talent of clones similar to that of a warrior. It can divide the soul into seven and condense seven life soul clones at the same time. However, the difference is that the clones of the Crying Soul Clan are not restricted by the supreme rules. Can maximize combat power.

The four clones are four powerful Lords with different means.

"Practitioners, suffer death!"

The giant on the left gave a sharp shout, turned his green-gold fist into a sword, and slashed towards the rhinoceros shadow like a sharp sword soaring into the sky.

Shit!

The space suppressed by gray frost was forcibly penetrated.

It was the powerful avatar of the Crying Soul Clan. It was as powerful as the Lord Golden Dragon.

At the same time, the spirit clone also started to move.

Countless energy chains traversed the void, blocking the space around Gu Xiuyun. Together with the gray frost, they blocked all escape routes.

"Senior Ye!" Ning Yuan stood deep in the flying boat, his face turned pale.

Although he couldn't see the outside scene clearly, the auras of the spirit clone and the spirit clone were too terrifying. Even though he was separated by the Lingbao flying boat and the rhinoceros shadow, he still felt like he was suffocating and even the sea of ​​consciousness collapsed.

One can imagine how astonishing the power of the Lord of the Crying Soul Clan is.

However, facing the sword that tore the heaven and earth apart, Gu Xiuyun just raised his sleeves flutteringly, and a strong wind rolled out from the cuffs, invisible and qualityless, but like iron and stone, and instantly came to the front of the giant.

"I don't know whether I'm alive or dead, how can you easily resist my emperor's powerful clone!" The stone giant sneered.

Poof!

The green-gold hand knife was full of indomitable power, instantly tearing through the strong wind, without even affecting the speed at all.

"You are indeed bluffing." The smile on the giant's face grew stronger.

Before he finished speaking, the shattered wind condensed into silk threads all over the sky, tightly wrapping the green-gold arm, and the resistance increased several times more than before.

"How can it be?"

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on the giant's face, "How powerful is my emperor's spirit clone? It can kill the acting supreme master with just one punch, but it can't annihilate a mere strong wind?"

It's just a strong wind, and without the blessing of Taoist rules, how much power can it have?

But the fact is right in front of you, and you can’t help but not believe it.