I Am Not The Second Generation Of Immortals

"What? Really Xuanxu Ling?"

Zong Haoyang was shocked and his color changed in amazement.

At this moment, even the Patriarch of the five great families thought of something, and his face suddenly filled with lifelessness.

They have been immersed in martial arts for many years, and they have read countless manuscripts, including the description of "True Profound Void Spirit"——

This is an ability unique to those in the True Profound Realm. Once they enter the True Profound Realm, they can forcibly strip off part of their energy to form a "virtual spirit"!

The virtual spirit and the deity had the same experience and martial arts insights at a glance, at most they were slightly inferior in cultivation. Often when a strong person in the True Profound Realm goes out for adventure, he will leave the Ethereal Spirit in his family or sect. If someone comes to provoke him, the Ethereal will naturally respond.

Moreover, everything that the virtual spirit perceives can be shared with the deity. Even if it is killed, it will only seriously damage the deity's vitality and will not truly endanger its life. Therefore, when exploring some dangerous secret realms, the real profound realm powerhouse will also let the virtual spirit enter first, and then let the deity enter after confirming that there is no danger.

Dong Ziyang was born in the Sirius Academy, although his status is low, but he has seen the true mysterious and virtual spirit several times and is extremely impressed. However, the figure of the phantom boy in the sky was too vague, not as real as other phantoms, so he didn't recognize it for a while.

But no matter what, an imaginary spirit is at least equivalent to 70% of the power of a strong true Profound Realm! These forces can kill them all without the help of any big formation!

"Oh, you do have some insight."

The False Winner smiled faintly and looked at Yang Lie, "For the sake of your talent, you bring the'trapped beast ring', and I can guarantee your life. Even if you kill more high priests , I also promise that you will not die. Don’t worry, my words are the will of the Heavenly Clan, and Bei Mingchang dare not violate my orders!"

Bei Mingchang's expression was a bit annoyed, but he could see that he was very jealous of the boy in black, so he didn't dare to refute it. Even at the young man's motion, he took out an ocher ring from his sleeve and threw it out.

The whole body of this ring is made of "three refined brass", on which a magic circle is refined, and there are countless twisted humanoid patterns engraved on it.

When seeing this circle, all the human races burst their heads--

The trapped beast ring, the trapped is not a monster, but a human!

This is a vicious mysterious weapon invented by the monster refiner. As long as the human race refines it, the trapped beast ring will turn into a light and shadow to bind his head.

Once in a bad mood, the monster race can use the seal technique to control the trapped beast ring to keep tightening, so that the trapped human race is better than dead!

"How? I'll give you three breaths time to think about it." The phantom man said indifferently, his voice full of domineering that cannot be rejected.

It seemed that as long as Yang Lie didn't agree, he would immediately kill him!

The three breath time passed in an instant, and the phantom man frowned slightly: "How are you thinking about it? This is your only chance to survive, if you don't cherish it--"

"Little master cherishes your mother's egg!"

Suddenly, a **** exploded, Yang Lie's figure curled up in a whirlwind, and the Dragon Blood Spear drew heavily at the Void Man.

"No!" Dong Ziyang exclaimed.

There is no difference between attacking the Void Spirit and directly attacking the strong in the True Profound Realm. In his opinion, Yang Lie's behavior is no different from seeking death.

"boom!"

The dragon blood gun shot the phantom man.

Dong Ziyang closed his eyes in pain, almost unable to imagine Yang Lie's miserable appearance next. But after waiting for a long time, the unexpected movement did not arrive. Instead, Yang Lie sneered: "Pretend, continue to pretend."

Opening his eyes, Dong Ziyang could hardly believe his eyes--

The body of the phantom man appeared a little disintegrated, and bunches of mist was exploded by life and life, making his body seem to be torn apart.

"Three interest time? Think about it? Cherish the opportunity?"

Every time he said something, Yang Lie's dragon blood spear shook out with a "whoop", either on his face, chest, or back, and he drew a spear on the phantom man.

The phantom man had no chance to fight back at all, and his body was exploded again and again, and he no longer had the slightest sense of mystery.

"What, what's this?" Not only Dong Ziyang, everyone was shocked, it was really mysterious!

Actually, they were trained by him like that?

"Huh! Don't you dare to charge if you don't have the strength?"

Yang Lie sneered. Although this phantom was extremely strong, it still felt something wrong with him.

Since getting the mysterious golden beads, Yang Lie's perception has become extremely keen. Especially for the soul, there is an almost instinctive insight!

Therefore, Bei Mingchang's phantom could not confuse him at all, because he can easily distinguish which figures have no soul power, but illusory shadows.

And the phantom man in front of him, his soul aura is not even as strong as the **** dog trying to take him away! And it's far worse!

"He is not a true Xuanxu Ling, just a trace of an Xuan Ling clone!"

Dong Ziyang's face regained a little look, and he couldn't help blushing at his gaffe:

The virtual spirit clone is formed by a strong true Profound Realm with a certain self-cultivation experience, and it is much weaker than the real virtual spirit.

Moreover, the clone cannot exist in the outside world for a long time, otherwise the energy will dissipate and disappear. In addition, everything that the avatar sees cannot be shared with the deity.

Most of these are some real profound realm powerhouses, in order to protect the closest descendants. It was only when the younger generation was out to condense with the great cultivation base, in order to save his family's life at a critical moment!

"You, how dare you hurt me!?" The phantom man's face twitched, and endless colors of anger burst out.

"How did you hurt you? The young master took your life!"

Yang Lie shot another shot and drew it heavily on him.

"Snapped!"

The powerful force blasted out, smashing the phantom man and flying out.

Bei Mingchang fell into a sluggishness, he knew very well the status of the ghost man in the clan. Even if he is a royal family, he can’t compare with one of his hairs——

Beiming Xuanmo, the most genius in the history of the Botian clan!

At the age of eighteen years, he has been in the realm of the true mystery, and he has been personally trained by the elder Taishang, and he has cultivated the highest kinship in the clan, the "Chongxuan Zhenti", and is known as the superb genius with the potential of the earthly wonderland!

It is no exaggeration to say that if the Botian clan were to abandon one between the patriarch and Beiming Xuanmo, the patriarch would definitely be discarded mercilessly.

But, such a genius, is now being beaten like a dead dog by that human kid? Even if it's just a ghost clone, this picture is shocking enough!

If it is passed back to the Botian Clan, I don't know how many people will come madly and kill him regardless.

"what!"

Suddenly, Beiming Xuanmo erupted with a terrifying roar. The unprecedented humiliation made his eyes filled with blood, "You still want to kill my clone? I changed my mind. Now, I want to abolish your cultivation base. Bring back the Botian Clan and be punished! Bei Mingchang, let go of your sea of ​​knowledge!"

Bei Mingchang looked happy, and quickly followed his instructions.

"Bring him back to the clan, and I will personally'take care of' him."

After staring at Yang Lie deeply, Beiming Xuanmo's body suddenly exploded, turning into a streamer and flying towards Bei Mingchang's head.

"Ok?"

Yang Lie's eyes moved, he was ready to pierce Bei Mingchang's head with a shot.

Unfortunately, the speed of that streamer was so fast that Yang Lie couldn't keep up, so he could only watch it enter Bei Mingchang's head.

Immediately, a look of surprise erupted in Bei Mingchang's eyes, and he raised his head to the sky and laughed: "Haha, Bei Ming Xuanmo, I will definitely not let down your virtual spirit clone, take him back to the clan for a good torture!"

"call!"

The virtual spirit clone contains Beiming Xuanmo's sentiment, although many of the sentiments are too deep for Bei Mingchang, but it is enough to make his strength leap to a level!

"Om!"

Bei Mingchang suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it, and the force of his fist was exactly the same as the previous Beiming Xuanmo, and he gently and skillfully pressed the dragon blood spear.

"Boom!"

The void seemed to be grinded, and heavy and jerky voices came out. Bei Mingchang's palm seemed to be slow and ill. He held down the gun body mysteriously and profoundly, making it impossible to advance.

Facing Yang Lie's eyes, he showed a stern smile: "With the help of the virtual spirit clone, although my cultivation base has not improved, my strength is enough to fight the Vientiane Realm triple powerhouse!"

He stared at Yang Lie's eyes, wanting to see from his eyes the despair that the organization could only face failure.

Unexpectedly, Yang Lie just frowned slightly and shook his head helplessly: "So what?"

"so what?"

Bei Mingchang was startled, his lips pursed, "You don't have any other skills in your human race, this hard work is really--"

Suddenly, his voice came to an abrupt end, and all the triumphant triumphs in his hands disappeared completely!

"Yes."

Yang Lie smiled slightly and suddenly shouted: "That! Again! Ru! What!?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It was like millions of tons of explosives exploded in his hand with a dragon's blood gun, and the force of the violent explosion was no less than that of a landslide and tsunami.

Bei Mingchang only felt that what he was holding was no longer a gun, but a dragon, a dragon whose strength was comparable to that of the ancient gods and men!

"Boom!"

The dragon wakes up and the sky collapses.

The body of the Dragon Blood Spear suddenly shot, and the sound of thousands of steel strings exploded, and Bei Mingchang's palm was shattered on the spot. Woo, the tip of the spear is like a dragon coming out of a hole, stabbing him in the chest with one move——

Bei Mingchang, die!

His eyes became gloomy, and it seemed that he couldn't believe that he would be defeated from beginning to end: that kid, how could he still have spare energy, how many hole cards did he hide?

Yang Lie's gun body was recovered. At the moment of the moment, he urged the "True Meaning of Martial Arts", and his strength skyrocketed to kill Bei Mingchang.

Seeing him gradually losing his dazzling eyes, Yang Lie shouted, "What are you looking for?"

From their earliest weird request, to the weird words of the bald high priest before his death, Yang Lie had a guess: This group of Heavenly Fighters must be looking for something, and this thing is related to people below the Vientiane Realm!

"Hey, you--" Bei Mingchang showed a viper-like look, and stared at Yang Lie, his head drooping to death.