"You little bugs from the Xun Tao Organization, who gave you the courage to take your idea to this god."
The Spiritual God, who had turned from virtual reality in the aura, spoke slowly. His voice was calm, as if he was just an ordinary person chatting about family matters, but it made the hairs of the Fusion Dao monks stand on end with shock and their spirits were about to disperse.
He also saw Tao Yao scattered into peach blossoms under the pressure of the Spirit God, and gathered behind the Spirit God with the wind, "Of course it's because your good name has been spread throughout the world, so that these wild cultivators who only dare to do sneaky things in secret
I don’t think you would go to war over a soul flower.”
As soon as Taoyao opened his mouth, the Rongdao monks present immediately understood the cause and effect.
There is no doubt that it was the Peach Demon whose world was ruined by the 'Witch's Word' who told the Spirit God everything and regarded the Fusion Dao monks present as capital for advancement.
Faced with this scene, Yang Xueyi's eyes were filled with anger, but Jiang Xuan felt that Tao Yao's behavior was normal.
It has been said before that thousands of people have thousands of faces, and they are all different.
Yang Xueyi told so many people about her plan, even if it was restricted by the Great Dao Oath, it didn't mean that what she wanted would not be leaked.
"Why can't she think of things that I can think of?"
"There are other people too. Everyone is in the Fusion of Dao realm, so it's not like they don't even have this level of IQ."
But for some reason, Jiang Xuan intuitively felt that something was wrong with this person.
With his level of strength, there shouldn't be any need to lie, right?
That is devotion to the sword.
In China, Jiang Xuan considered whether to set more restrictions on the clones.
"You are not one of these monks from the Tao Fusion World. Once this sword is drawn, your life will be over."
"Sword madman?"
"What a pity."
Who can become a Fusion Dao monk without a firm belief?
The next moment, the chaos-colored sword was dismembered and disintegrated into thousands of streams of light.
After comparing the difference in strength, Jiang Xuan made a decision in his mind.
The words in unison appeared from the two people's mouths, and the spirit god's eyes became even more interesting, "This trip is well worth it."
"If you are alive and happy, why should you fear death?"
After listening to the words of the Spirit God, both Jiang Xuan and the Fusion Dao monks who had set up a large array after entering the realm fell silent.
Once the seeds of doubt took root, they began to take root and sprout uncontrollably.
"Are there any dispensable Taoist injuries?"
However, although it no longer had the shape of a sword, the thousands of streams of light still stabbed straight towards the Spiritual God unswervingly.
After the Spirit God finished speaking, the swordsman stretched out his fingers.
What is a sword madman?
Be sincere to the sword, be sincere to the heart, practice the way of the sword, integrate the way of the sword, and after integrating the way, use the Heart Sword to receive the Tao Fruit, combine the Tao Fruit of the Sword Way and the Heart Sword into one, and let it become the sword in your hand.
"Qiang~"
"There are not many swordsmen who dare to practice the Crazy Sword. Put your sword away and I will let you go. I will even wait for the opportunity to give you a chance to prove the Tao."
The strongest representatives of the sword madman are the three sword masters in the sword world.
A moment later, another sword cry echoed through the soul world.
"At least my current strength has indeed reached its lowest point after enlightenment. I can't even trace back to the source and pick the Taoist fruit of this little peach demon."
The sky is still the same sky, the earth is still the same land, and the soul flower is still blooming in the center of the soul world. Only there is a scar on the hand of the spirit god that, although subtle, cannot be healed for a long time.
"Why bother?"
Just when Jiang Xuan was about to take a closer look at the other monks, the Spirit God suddenly raised his head and uttered two words, "So brave."
"There is still a chance."
After the sword test and proof, Jiang Xuan looked further afield.
As his mind was spinning, Jiang Xuan saw the invisible figures of the Fusion Dao monks who had set up a large formation on the sky. After a moment, there was another figure that seemed to be surrounded by ten thousand Dao, like a human, a ghost, a god, a demon, and everything in the world.
The existence appeared in the soul world.
However, although Xiaoxiao won a handful of spiritual gods, the expression on Jiang Xuan's face was not very pretty.
Jiang Xuan's heart sank again when he saw the wound.
When it first appeared, it stood tall against the sky and the earth. After a while, it condensed into a human form and at the same time shrunk its body shape, transforming itself into the size of an ordinary person.
"Looking for the way, ask the gods for guidance."
Jiang Xuan had this idea, but after thinking about it for a while, he suppressed it.
Although everyone present showed despair, fear and other emotions, this was not right.
The spirit god glanced at Yang Xueyi, and then followed her words, "Do you think that I am so arrogant and arrogant that I am above all the worlds and don't take anyone in my eyes, so that I can't notice your little tricks?"
"Because you did give me a surprise."
However, looking at the sword master who was gradually turning into light through Wu Yan's perspective, Jiang Xuan sighed again, "In the final analysis, it is because I completely cut off the sword master's clone in order to prevent the spiritual god from seeing the clues."
"Now you have isolated the avenue, and you have also laid out the avenue to isolate the spirit world. Therefore, the strength that the clone can exert is only less than one ten thousandth of the original body."
However, they didn't know why the swordsman did this, but Jiang Xuan somewhat understood.
His sword is just a sword.
"Because this world is too boring."
He practices Taoism, and Taoism also includes space and the Tao of the world.
"Come, let me see everything you have prepared for me."
"And even so, it doesn't seem easy for you to deal with me."
"If you want to gain experience in fighting enlightened monks by dealing with my clone, I can only say that it's a fantasy."
Looking at Yang Xueyi who looked confused, and then glanced at the tens of thousands of Fusion Dao Realm monks who had entered the Soul Realm, a hint of interest flashed in the Spirit God's eyes.
I also felt an indescribable sense of threat from the spirit god, as if one look from him could scare me away.
"It's just that people's hearts are different, and they eventually lose their purity."
"But the spiritual god is just an insignificant spiritual clone of the real spiritual god."
Jiang Xuan, who was far away in China, also narrowed his pupils at the same time.
As for saying that the spirit god is just tricking people?
"It's really not a loss."
"Countless years have passed, and I finally met you monks who dare to challenge the authority of Henggu. I should be happy, right?"
But they never thought that the gap between the strength of this clone and the spiritual god's body was so big.
"I hope you can kill me, even if I am just a clone that contains a little bit of power from the original body."
As time and space changed drastically, densely packed small black spots appeared on the sky.
How should I put it, she controlled her expression very well.
Even if the clone only has the memory of being a 'swordsman', he doesn't allow it.
As he said that, he clapped his hands again and looked at Jiang Xuan's sword clone with some regret, "Are you sure you want to draw your sword against me?"
Legend has it that the Sword Master's swordsmanship can evolve into the world. With one swing of his sword, a supreme world will be crushed by it.
Looking down at the sword mark on his hand, Spirit God suddenly shook his head, "Why do you think he is doing this?"
The sword of the Sword Maniac is their Dao Fruit. Every time they swing the sword, they use their own Dao Fruit to fight for their lives.
Having said this, he smiled again and said, "By the way, even if you lose, I won't trouble you afterwards."
After taking a long breath, Jiang Xuan cheered up again.
"But speaking of which, you still underestimated the Taoist monks."
Although the space-time formation set up by the Xundao organization was very strong and magical, he still found a flaw, which allowed him to contact the main body of the spiritual god earlier than the clone.
When he burned everything in himself, he could only leave a trace of an invisible scar on the spiritual god's hand. If Jiang Xuan himself took action, it might not be much better.
"Awakening my self-awareness, I noticed something was wrong through subtle traces. Instead of losing my sword in the future, why not swing a sword while alive and leave my mark in the world?"
Scanning Yang Xueyi from the corner of his eye, Jiang Xuan suddenly felt that something was wrong with this person.
Feeling the endless edge contained in the sound of the sword, the tens of thousands of Fusion Dao Realm monks formed into one figure and the spiritual gods all looked at Jiang Xuan's sword clone.
"Let the main body use the authority of China to borrow the power of China, and coupled with the newly deployed "Zhou Tian Xing Dou Formation", in a desperate attempt, the clone of the Spirit God may be seriously injured."
"Also, I hate traitors the most in my life."
"Also, when this spiritual clone is differentiated, the strength of the clone is only one percent of the original body."
From then on, the sword is the fruit of the Tao. The sword is with the person, and the sword destroys the person.
That's right, Jiang Xuan was not cut off from his clone by the great formation that encompassed the world.
As he said that, Lingshen stretched out his right hand and placed it on Taoyao's head, squeezing her slightly despite her frightened expression.
"Since you discovered our little tricks, why did you let us make arrangements?"
"Also, the Xundao organization's formation that temporarily isolates the world from the outside world is very interesting. Maybe we can study it."
In China, Jiang Xuan burned his origin and borrowed Wu Yan's eyes, constantly learning how to use Tao from the powerful people of the Tao-seeking organization.
"Using formations to gather ten thousand ways is a good idea?"
The spirit god couldn't figure it out, and the figure condensed from ten thousand ways didn't understand either.
Now that he can directly cut through the Spirit God clone with his clone, then if you give him some time, he can let the clone fight against the Spirit God clone from time to time?
If he takes a few more worlds to set up the "Sky Star Formation", will the power he can borrow become even stronger?
Of course, there may also be reasons why the spirit god is letting go and not using all his strength.
Although the road ahead is dark, it is not without glimmers of light.
The sound of the sword has passed, but the heaven and earth have not changed.
The next moment, Taoyao's body turned into pink petals, and the fluttering self-spiritual gods flew away from the palms of their hands.
“A very good idea.”
"Since my enlightenment, no matter whether they are humans or ghosts, monsters or demons, immortals or Buddhas, they have always been submissive in front of me, for fear that they might make me unhappy if they are not careful."
The space-time storm outside the world of Yinluohun paused for a while, and then began to become orderly.
As he said that, the swordsman looked at him and had an expression on his face for the first time.
"The kendo clone gave birth to its own consciousness?"
The next moment, the handleless sword behind him came to his side with a 'clang' sound, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the spirit god.
It's like his kendo clone is sharpening his sword secretly at this moment, preparing to give the Spirit God a hard blow.
Stability refers to the mental state of everyone.
As soon as the sound fell, Yang Xueyi's fear, anxiety, despair and other emotions all faded away, leaving only deep determination, "Your reaction speed is faster than we thought."
This is someone who broke the world barrier and descended into the soul world.
For a moment, his mind was racing to other people, and Jiang Xuan suddenly felt something in his heart, "It's so stable."
After all, in their plan, there was no madman like the swordsman at all, and they never thought that when the plan was unfolding, someone would suddenly stand up and strike at the spiritual god with a sword.
"Not only did I see the boundary outside the boundary, but I also saw the source of ten thousand ways, and now I see a living sword madman."
Controlling Wu Yan's clone to fall to the ground to avoid being affected by the aftermath of the battle, Jiang Xuan then raised his head and looked up at the sky, imprinting the thousands of streams of light from his pupils deeply into his heart.
In the soul world, the Tao shadow that manifested after tens of thousands of Tao-fusion monks formed an formation, also condensed a chaotic-colored long sword that seemed to have merged with ten thousand Tao after the swordsman's sword, and swung it at the Spirit God.
A sword.
"We thought you were above all the worlds."
"How many clones can the spirit god create like this?"
Even if they fall into despair, most people still have the courage to fight against heaven.
"It's just a sword."
Three parts fear, three parts anxiety, three parts despair, and one part deep hatred for Tao Yao.
Time is blurring, space is folding, and under the convergence of endless power of time and space, the entire soul world seems to be independent from the world.
Although they know that the spiritual god who comes to the soul world is just a clone of the real spiritual god.
It is like a lament, like a chant, like the admiration for seeing the Tao, and like swinging a sword to achieve eternity.
Facing the sword, the spirit god just stretched out his hand a little.
Before the figure finished speaking, he was interrupted by a crisp sound of a sword.
Although the swordsman is just his swordsman clone, he has inherited all of Jiang Xuan's insights into the swordsmanship.
"At first, I thought their submissive appearance was interesting, but after a while, this interestingness turned into boring."
After the words fell, he raised his hands to his chest and made a chest expansion, "Temporarily isolate the world from the universe, cut off my connection with the avenue, and prevent me from borrowing the power of the universe."
"Tao, so it can still be used like this?"
In the soul world, the figure of the swordsman gradually turned into light, and then the light broke into particles, one by one melting into the handleless sword hanging in mid-air, pointing directly at the spiritual god.
"This state can only last for sixty breaths."
Jiang Xuan, the sword clone, naturally does not have that level of strength, nor can he create a world with just one sword.
That's why they are called sword madmen by monks from all walks of life.
After all, the clone's escape from control was unexpected by him.
"Burn your heart into a sword, and destroy your own soul and Dao fruit just to swing a sword at me, leaving me with a unnecessary wound."
"Qiang~"
With a sigh, Jiang Xuan suppressed his thoughts and once again laid his eyes on the tiny scratches on the Spirit God's index finger.
At this moment, he deeply felt that his trip to the soul world was worthwhile.
Not only did he have a complete understanding of the powerful people who have attained the Dao, but he also met so many powerful people in the world of seeking the Dao, which gave him a clear goal for the next direction of enlightenment.
"However, what belongs to others is ultimately others'. They have not attained enlightenment, which also shows that their understanding of the Tao may not be deep enough."
"The Tao they showed can only be used as a reference and cannot be regarded as the truth."