Yuan Ming's clone body was shaken and was knocked back more than ten feet, but He Xiuwen's yellow giant fist was still caught.
"The clone can also cast spells!"
This time not only Zheng Heng, but also He Xiuwen was shocked.
However, the two soon discovered that the Dharma Aura exerted by Yuan Ming's clone was weak, only about 30% of the normal Dharma Aura.
Another Yuan Ming also summoned the Dharma Image and rushed towards Zheng Heng with the Soul-Destroying Sword.
He Xiuwen and He Xiuwen looked solemn. Although the power of the Dharma exerted by the clones was only 30% of the power, the Dharma was the Dharma and should not be underestimated. Each of them dealt with it solemnly.
He Xiuwen took the lead in raising his hand, summoning a scarecrow whose facial features were made of ropes, and shot several spells upwards.
The scarecrow shook his arm and shot out dozens of straws, hitting one of the "Yuan Ming" head and face.
That "Yuan Ming" immediately controlled the Dharma Appearance and stepped forward, slashing at the straws with the Soul-Destroying Sword in his hand.
However, the withered yellow straw suddenly sped up several times and hit Dharma Prime before the Soul-Destroying Sword fell.
These withered straws looked fragile, but in fact they were extremely sharp and easily penetrated the body of the Dharma, and even Yuan Ming's clone behind was pierced by them.
boom!
Yuan Ming's clone exploded and turned into a broken spiritual bean.
On the other side, Zheng Heng called out a white water mirror and clapped his hands.
The water mirror was very cold, and a white cold light as thick as an arm shot out from it, splitting into two more slender white lights in the middle, and accurately hitting the other Yuan Ming and the Dharma image he cast.
With a sizzling sound, Yuan Ming's clone and Dharma form were instantly covered with a layer of white ice armor, turning into two ice sculptures, one large and one small.
He Xiuwen and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and just as they were about to attack Yuan Ming's body, the void flashed in front of them, and four clones of Yuan Ming appeared.
He Xiuwen and Zheng Heng's expressions darkened, and they could only continue to take action, killing the four clones.
Only this time, with the cooperation of the four clones, they managed to deal with the two of them for a while and spent a lot of effort.
However, before He Xiuwen and the two could take a breath, eight more clones appeared, summoning their Dharma forms one by one, and pounced on them again waving the Soul-Destroying Sword.
At this time, He Xiuwen and Zheng Heng's expressions became completely solemn, and they no longer held back their hands. They immediately pinched the magic formula and called out their respective Dharma forms.
He Xiuwen's appearance resembles that of an old farmer, wearing an extremely large straw hat, his entire face hidden under the hat, and wearing a coir raincoat also made of straw, with yellow awns from head to toe.
A piece of mango.
The moment the Dharma Apparition appeared, the scarecrow disintegrated on its own, turned into countless straws and flew to the Dharma Appearance's side, and then re-condensed into a thin straw sickle with a curved blade, which was held in the palm of the Dharma Appearance.
With a wave of the wheat farmer's arm, the straw sickle lengthened in the wind and struck a clone.
The straw sickle was far sharper than the previous straw, and it could easily cut a clone and its dharma form into two pieces.
The other three clones flew towards them from other directions, but the straw sickle turned like a whip and struck at the three clones.
Swish, swish, swish!
The three clones were quickly eliminated.
At the same time, Zheng Heng's Dharma also appeared.
Its whole body was as crystal clear as an ice sculpture, and from the neck down it was shrouded in a waterfall of terrifying cold air, like a cloak covering its entire body, covering its hands and feet.
Faced with the siege of the four Yuan Ming clones, Han Bing Fa Xiang suddenly opened his eyes, and the cold air from his neck instantly rolled out, rushing towards the four Yuan Ming clones like rising tide of sea water.
The surrounding temperature dropped instantly, and the lake water as hot as lava under your feet condensed into ice.
The clone of Yuan Ming that was attacking him was also submerged by the cold air and immediately turned into four ice sculptures.
"After displaying the Dharma, it is indeed much more difficult to deal with the clone. Fortunately, I am well prepared." Yuan Ming muttered to himself in the distance, turned over his hand, took out eight spirit beans, and threw them out again.
Eight clones appeared and blocked He Xiuwen and Zheng Heng.
Since cultivating the magical power of scattering beans and turning them into soldiers, Yuan Ming has been making clones of spirit beans whenever he has free time. Now he has hundreds of clones in his hands, and today is a good time to try out the effect.
Straws and sickles were flying, cold air surged, and the eight clones were destroyed again.
Yuan Ming didn't care and threw out eight more spirit beans.
"How many bodies are there already? Damn it, how can Wan Tianren still use his clones? Isn't he running out of magic power?" He Xiuwen and Zheng Heng transmitted their voices.
"There are two types of clones, one is the ordinary clone that can be condensed and used immediately, and the other is the stored clone. Those clones are made of spirit beans, so it seems to belong to the latter." Zheng Heng replied.
"What should we do? If this person prepares a large amount of spirit beans, we may be exhausted to death." He Xiuwen asked.
"I'll help you stop those clones later, and you take care of Wan Tianren." Zheng Heng's voice became lower.
He Xiuwen nodded.
The eight spirit beans thrown by Yuan Ming transformed into clones and flew over.
Zheng Heng stepped forward, and the ice spell ejected a large amount of cold air, covering the eight clones.
Yuan Ming had figured out the attack mode of Zheng Heng's Ice Phantasm, and several clones immediately dodged. However, the attack range of the Ice Phantasm's cold air was too large, and two clones were still submerged by the cold air and turned into ice sculptures.
Zheng Heng controlled the law to stop other clones and flew past a frozen clone.
But at this moment, several runes suddenly lit up on the frozen soul-killing sword in the clone's hand.
"Oops, this sword is not the magic power, but the spirit treasure itself!" Zheng Heng saw this scene from the corner of his eye, and his expression suddenly changed.
However, before Zheng Heng could respond, his eyes suddenly darkened and he lost all means of sensing the outside world.
At the same time, a huge curse force fell from the sky, causing Zheng Heng to suddenly feel pain in his Nascent Soul, and the energy, blood and soul power in his body suddenly became a mess.
The ice spell behind him shook, his clear face became blurry, and the cold air emitted was instantly thinned by nearly half.
At this moment, Zheng Heng's dragon-yin wooden instrument once again made clanging sounds.
His vision was restored immediately, and the power of the curse in his body was forced out of his body.
"Consciousness-destroying and curse runes can also be restrained. Could it be that this dragon's chant wooden piano can block all spiritual attacks?" Yuan Ming saw this scene in the distance, frowned, and pointed out the secret.
Zheng Heng's vision was restored, he was overjoyed and flew over.
However, his back suddenly felt cold, and a black sword shadow pierced his body from behind. It was the Soul-Destroying Sword.
Zheng Heng's soul was in severe pain, and the ice dharma behind him also showed signs of collapse.
However, at this moment, the figure in front of him was like a flower, but Yuan Ming's true form appeared out of thin air, and he made seals with his hands.
A large area of spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered together, and a huge gray-white Dharma Appeared instantly, emitting extremely surging mana fluctuations, still above the ice Dharma Appearance.
The gray-white Faxiang raised his arm and struck with a punch.
Before the giant gray fist stopped, a huge force that crushed the world fell first. Zheng Heng's whole body felt as if he was being pressed by a huge mountain, and his back bent.
Zheng Heng was shocked and turned pale. Regardless of his injuries, the Ice Magician hugged him with both hands. The Water Mirror Lingbao appeared out of thin air and turned into a giant white mirror to block it in front of him.
A huge beam of light shot out from the mirror and shot toward Yuan Mingfa.
However, Yuan Ming's Faxiang did not dodge, and still punched forward.
The fist and the light beam collided together, emitting light that blocked the scorching sun, and made an earth-shattering loud noise.
"Fellow Daoist Zheng!" He Xiuwen on the other side saw something was wrong and immediately flew over to help.
However, there was a blur of figures in front of him, with six clones blocking the front.
"Get away!" He Xiuwen controlled the straw sickle of Dharma and swept it towards the six clones.
The six clones used their magical powers to stop He Xiuwen.
…
The intense light dissipated, revealing the situation inside.
Zheng Heng's giant white mirror was suddenly shattered into countless fragments. The ice dharma phase was also pierced by Yuan Ming's gray and white dharma phase's fist, turning into a large piece of cold air that floated away.
Yuan Ming's gray-white body was also frozen half of his body, but his fist that completely turned into ice crystals still smashed the bloody body into the ice of the lake.
This man was none other than Zheng Heng. If it weren't for the protective spiritual treasure, he would have been completely killed.
Even so, he only had one breath left, and the dragon chanting wooden instrument on his body was shattered into pieces by Yuan Ming Faxiang's punch.
"I'm not convinced..." Zheng Heng felt unwilling.
If he hadn't spent a lot of mana just to deal with Yuan Ming's clone, he wouldn't have been defeated so quickly.
Yuan Ming didn't know what Zheng Heng was thinking, so he raised his hand and touched his eyebrows, and the nightmare power came back to him.
But this time, there was no white light appearing on Zheng Heng's body, and there was no music to wake him up from the illusion, and he could only sink into a dream.
The process of Zheng Heng's defeat was very short. At this time, He Xiuwen had not yet dealt with the several clones in front of him. Seeing all this, he was stunned.
He was very aware of the power of Zheng Heng's Ice Dharma, yet he was defeated three or two times.
Yuan Ming turned to look at He Xiuwen, and the huge gray-white dharma image also moved accordingly.
He Xiuwen's expression changed drastically, he immediately turned around and ran away into the distance without looking back.
At this moment, his vision suddenly went dark, he lost all perception, and a curse came, disrupting the flow of his mana and blood.
However, the dragon chanting wooden harp on He Xiuwen also made sounds, avoiding the effect of the Consciousness-Destroying Rune.
However, Yuan Ming had already driven over the Dharma Appearance, and the ice crystals covering the Dharma Appearance had been dissolved, and he punched him in the back.
He Xiuwen gritted his teeth, controlled the Mai Nong Faxiang to raise his arms, and met Yuan Ming's punch head on.
With a "bang" sound, a huge force that destroyed the world came!
The arms of Master Mai Nong were instantly covered with cracks under this punch, and then exploded into pieces.
He Xiuwen also screamed miserably, and his body flew out like a torn sack, his breath sluggish.
However, He Xiuwen collected the Dharma form, turned around with the force of flying upside down, and accelerated towards the distance to escape.
Yuan Ming did not pursue him, raised his hand, summoned the Soul-Destroying Sword, pointed it at his abdomen and stabbed it hard.
Sharing magical powers!
He Xiuwen felt a sudden pain in his dantian, and fell down from mid-air as soon as the light disappeared.
Yuan Ming drew out the Soul-Destroying Sword and relied on the vitality fed back by the Immortal Tree to recover from his injuries. His movements were not affected at all. He galloped out and caught He Xiuwen before he fell into the lake of fire.
"You can't kill me... I belong to Master Tantai..." He Xiuwen said with difficulty while holding on to his strength.
Yuan Ming was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he reached out and took out the dragon chant wooden violin from his body and crushed it into pieces. Then, with a nightmare, He Xiuwen also fell into the illusion.
Yuan Ming put He Xiuwen away and looked towards the red-haired Black Devil and Nan Shangfeng.
The red-haired black devil was fighting with Uru. There was a huge, faintly visible wound on his back, and the edge of the wound was purple and black. It was obviously injured by a poisonous weapon.
No need to think about it, this must have been done by Ulu, relying on the invisible sneak attack of the Sky Escape Stone Talisman.
The red-haired black devil didn't know what secret technique he had cast at this moment. His whole body turned crimson red, and his body even had a vague tendency to become transparent, as if he was about to completely turn into flames.
He was turning his body into flames to resist the poisonous erosion of his wounds.
The ones who really fought against Uru were actually the group of fire lions controlled by him.
Nan Shangfeng has also put away the spatial spiritual treasure of the Kongyu Palace, and is supporting Wulu beside him to deal with the group of fire lions.
