I Am Not The Second Generation Of Immortals

The so-called spiritual avatar battle is that the two sides split a trace of soul into the phantom stele for a duel.

In this competition, even if one of them is completely killed, it will not damage the deity, at most, it will take a few days afterwards.

Yang Lie had encountered this kind of competition in Baijie Mountain and Taixuan Immortal Palace. The former comprehended the Wufeng Sword Classic in the competition with the Sword King. The latter was in a contest with the sword fairy and gained a significant increase in sword intent.

Therefore, he is no stranger to this battle method.

"Hmph! Didn't you use the lack of cultivation as an excuse? In the ancestral hallucinatory monument, your spiritual clone can also have the cultivation base of the realm king, which should be fair, right?" Wen Ren Arrow said again.

After the spiritual clone enters the Phantom Monument, the cultivation level can be adjusted as needed. If the level of the Phantom Monument is high enough, it can even endow the power of the Martial Arts Wonderland!

The phantom monument in the ancestral land is exactly this kind of high-level existence.

In fact, this can be regarded as a kind of ancestral land resources. After entering the Phantom Monument, geniuses personally experience higher levels of power and have a clearer understanding of the road to future cultivation.

"Yang Lie."

Yang Jiezi frowned slightly, she always felt that Wen Renjian's proposal contained a trap. But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't find the flaw in it.

In the matchup in the way he said, Yang Lie lost some soul power at best, and he could make up for it with a big medicine or rest.

However, if you win, the benefits are too great.

"How is it? As long as you agree, I will immediately lay down all the ancestor points. The price you have to pay is only the fifty ancestor points!"

Wen Renjian's eyes were fierce, and the general said, "Aren't you the so-called ancestral monument genius, don't you dare not even accept this?"

Yang Lie narrowed his eyes slightly. He thought of the number of ancestral points of Wenrenjian in the previous ancestral point rankings——

Two hundred and twenty!

A touch of enthusiasm could not help but appear in his eyes. If he could win this duel, the number of ancestral points would rise to two hundred and seventy in one fell swoop.

Even if the power of transforming the realm **** to the original formation was activated ten times, it could be used continuously for more than five days.

So he nodded without hesitation and agreed: "Okay!"

...

"This idiot."

On a mountain in the distance, a graceful figure stomped her feet bitterly. She has a pair of swords and eyebrows, and she is the granddaughter "Yang Yue".

From beginning to end, she has always followed the changes of Preaching Cliff.

When Wen Renjian suggested a spiritual clone showdown, she intentionally stopped Yang Lie. But thinking of the last time that nasty kid hit his mid-abdomen with a knee, I felt a little angry.

After a moment of delay because of hesitation, the situation on the court has settled.

"Forget it, just treat it as a lesson, lest he has some small strengths and will be arrogant and don't put my Yang family genius in his eyes!"

Yang Yue muttered to herself, biting her lip, "The big deal is that there is a suitable Purple Gold mission. I will bring this guy together. When the time comes, the ancestors will reward him with half, which is enough to make up for his loss."

...

Dragon Snake Terrace.

This is a place where the disciples on location compete and resolve disputes.

It is located in the center of the three peaks, each of which is eight hundred and eighty-eight feet high, no more than an inch, as if it had been measured perfectly.

The surface of the mountain is as smooth as jade, without any weeds or trees. Looking closely, hidden under the brown mountain bark, golden array patterns emerged.

These array patterns are swimming endlessly like living creatures, and as they move back and forth, surging golden light spit out from the mountain peaks.

Those rays of light continued to superimpose, forming a real golden fighting platform in the air. This table is more than ten miles in length and breadth, and there is a kind of tyrannical connotation that the world can not be destroyed.

Above the martial arts platform, a phantom monument with a width of one square meter and a height of one square meter was suspended quietly. This is the phantom monument dedicated to the warrior duel. It is rumored that it came from the ancestors of the Yang family, and there is only one in the ancestral land!

Only with this phantom monument can the spiritual clone of the warrior cross the border with the power of a land immortal. However, if you want to experience that effect, the cost is really not small, and it consumes 100 ancestor points each time!

"Boy, I want you to take a good look at the difference between the Python Jiao and the real dragon!" Wen Ren's arrow mouth outlined a cold smile, apparently because of the conspiracy, and he was in a good mood.

"Ok."

Yang Lie nodded lightly, with a kindly persuasive appearance, "I hope you will not be too desperate after you recognize the reality. It should be noted that life is not only about cultivation, but also poetry and distant thoughts."

"puff!"

The apprentice on location who followed closely almost spewed rice. What does it mean "not too desperate"? What is meant by "life is not only cultivation, but also poetry and distant thoughts"?

People are obviously comparing themselves to real dragons, how come they completely change the taste in your mouth?

Seeing Wenrenjian's face rose into a pig liver-colored face, even the disciple of his own surname could not help but deeply sympathize with the genius who ranked fourth in the ancestral ranking list——

Speaking of the bickering, the gap between him and that boy is really not that big.

"When I step on you, I hope you can still be so neat!"

Wen Renjian suppressed the anger that almost broke through the sky in his heart, slammed his right foot, and slammed forward into the phantom monument in the sky.

"Oh, the weak are fantasizing. It's really sympathetic." Yang Lie shook his head again and sighed. Fortunately, he didn't hear the arrow, otherwise he would be so angry that he would run away.

Afterwards, Yang Lie swayed slightly and also entered.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the Phantom Monument trembled slightly, and the light on the surface rose sharply. During the steaming, two figures were quickly ejected from it and landed on the Dragon Snake Platform.

Naturally, these two people are Wen Renjian and Yang Lie.

The strong world power aura surrounds them all, even if they stand still, their aura seems to be able to affect the surrounding space, causing layers of fragments to appear between heaven and earth——

Sixth Realm of Realm Kings!

There is no doubt that the Phantom Monument has also raised the power of Yang Lie's spiritual clone to this level.

"Well."

Yang Lie stood on the Dragon Snake platform, his eyebrows suddenly frowned, revealing a hint of hesitation.

At this time, the energy of the realm around his body can spontaneously flow around without being urged, so that within a few miles of the radius, the breath of phantom life and death is filled.

At a glance, he was so powerful that he seemed to be able to easily collapse the surrounding space between his thoughts!

However, Yang Lie knew clearly in his heart: This kind of strength is only the appearance, and the truth is that he can't control this surge of power!

"Haha! Do you understand? Even if your spiritual clone can possess the power of the Sixth Layer of Realm King Realm, your cultivation base cannot meet the requirements, and there is no way to use them."

Wenren Arrow's face was full of undisguised pride, mocking the authenticity, "And I am different! I am a six-tier powerhouse, and the use of these forces is completely arrogant, without any difficulty."

Although it was a duel of spiritual clones, their voices came out of the Dragon Snake Terrace clearly, and the disciples watching from the outside could hear them clearly.

Yang Jiezi's face changed: "Trouble!"

She finally understood where the anxiety in her heart came from. Although the Phantom Monument can forcibly increase the power of the spiritual clone, whether this power can be used effectively depends on the deity's cultivation.

At this moment, the power of the Sixth Level of the Realm King Realm is like a sharp sword, and Yang Lie only has the power of an infant, how can it be driven?

This competition is still a fair showdown!

"You are deceiving!" Yang Xiaoyue flushed with anger.

Bei Qiu Jue smiled proudly, and made no secret of the mockery on his face: "I am stupid, who can I blame?"

Yang Xiaoyue wanted to say it again, but Beiqiu Jue's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he shrouded in a vicious way: "Yang Xiaoyue! This world is essentially the weak and the strong. In order to survive, you must not only have the power of the strong, but also the scheming of the strong The kid was blinded by the ancestor point of the gambling and couldn’t see through the game, which shows that he is not suitable for the world of warriors at all! It is better to let him out as early as possible to save the precious resources of ancestral land."

Under the pressure of his tyrannical breath, Yang Xiaoyue's face flushed with struggle, but she couldn't refute it with a word.

Yang Jiezi snorted and blocked her behind: "The duel hasn't started yet. You might have said this earlier."

"Yang Jiezi, I didn't expect you to be so naive! In the face of such a clear situation, do you think that young man can turn the sky?" Beiqiu smiled suddenly.

At this moment, the duel finally began--

"boom!"

Wenren's arrow flicked, and an arrow that looked like a fishbone flew through the air, stabbing Yang Lie's heart: "First pick me up with a fishbone arrow!"

Yang Lie's eyebrows were tightened, and the expression on his face seemed to be wandering in another world. When the fishbone arrow approached and the tearing force violently attacked, he was awakened suddenly and split his right palm out.

A heavy to heavy swordsmanship aura gushed out, and he used his palm to use the sword and the heavy blunt sword to use it.

"Zheng!"

When the flying fishbone arrow touched the sword qi, it disappeared suddenly and disappeared into the air. Almost at the same time, a rapid howling sound came from Yang Lie's back, and the fishbone arrow suddenly appeared behind him, piercing his left heart.

"Ok."

Yang Lie's consciousness moved slightly, and his perception spread out like a calm lake, clearly reflecting everything around him. At the moment of the moment, he moved his right foot lightly, hanging and avoiding the fishbone arrow.

Then, he squeezed his left palm heavily and held the arrow in his palm. This fishbone arrow didn't wait for his grasp to grasp it tightly, it trembled gently like a slippery loach, and disappeared silently.

"How is this going?"

A bewildered voice sounded in Yang Lie's heart, and he had a vaguely strong premonition that he seemed to have realized something extraordinary.

However, there is always a layer of window paper between the truth and it is difficult to pierce through.