The shattering of the statue stunned the two people present except Chu Yi.
Especially the Sword Spirit, this is no ordinary statue. The material of this statue is not ordinary stone, but Wutian Divine Iron.
This kind of divine iron cannot be destroyed at all even by the great powers of destruction.
This is what Sword Spirit is looking for, so that this sculpture will not decay or weather in the years.
It is precisely because Wutian Divine Iron is extremely difficult to damage that the sword spirit can be molded into its shape, but it cannot carve out the heroic appearance of the Demon Lord.
How can such sculptures be damaged?
It collapsed into pieces, as if the statue could not withstand the worship of the demonic clone.
"Oh my God! This is so damning! My lord! My lord! Xiaojian is sorry for you!" Sword Spirit spoke in a trembling voice, almost crying.
If it weren't for the sword's inability to shed tears, the river would be full of water at this moment.
"...."
The demonic clone did not expect that the statue of the demon lord would be damaged.
"I think... we can still save it." The demonic clone coughed, stood up, walked to the fragmented statue and squatted down in front of the fragments that fell to the ground.
He picked up a broken piece, and a weight suddenly hit him, making his hand freeze.
"It's so heavy. This piece weighs at least a million tons!"
"Damn it! Which great power are you reincarnated? Among the four great realms, under the destiny, only Wang Wuxin and Xiaoyao can compete with the Demon Lord, but they cannot let my Lord bow his head, even if it is taboo.
Let my lord bend down. Only two people."
"That's the Emperor, and that one...damn it! Could it be that you are the Emperor reborn?"
The boy's voice had a slight tremor, filled with anger and fear.
"You mean, I bowed because the Demon Lord couldn't bear it? That's why it collapsed?" The demonic clone had just picked up the second broken piece and was about to glue it together. Hearing this sentence, he was stunned.
"Nonsense! Otherwise, how could the statue of the Demon Lord made of Wutian Divine Iron be damaged so easily?"
After finishing his words, Sword Spirit exclaimed again.
"Damn it! This is a puppet without a heart! How could you hope for a puppet without a heart? There is no mistake, you are the emperor! Otherwise, how could you have a puppet without a heart?"
Sword Spirit called Wang Wuxin's puppet three times in a row, and he was obviously very surprised to see this puppet.
"..."
The demonic clone shook his head and said: "I am not an emperor. As for this puppet, it is because I obtained Wang Wuxin's Yanshi Lu."
"Impossible. If you just get the inheritance of Wang Wuxin, how can the statue of my lord be broken into pieces? Although Wang Wuxin is very powerful and not inferior to my lord, they are both equally powerful. How could it be like this?"
The demonic clone pondered slightly, he seemed to understand something
What.
"Senior Sword Spirit, can you go to a place with me? When you get there, you may understand."
"Where are you going? You don't want to kill Jian to silence him, do you? Jian...Jian Ye...isn't afraid of you!" Sword Spirit's tone had betrayed him, and he was obviously extremely frightened.
"..."
The demonic clone was speechless. This sword spirit had obviously suffered a big loss at the hands of the emperor, otherwise it would not be so frightened.
"Don't resist." The demonic clone spoke and waved his hand.
The sword spirit was stunned when he heard this, and then he cursed loudly and said: "Are you stupid to be a sword master? Don't resist, let me be slaughtered by you?"
"My lord! Xiaojian, I'm sorry for you, your inheritance...Xiaojian couldn't protect it, and I was still celebrating just now, thinking that someone has finally continued your legacy and wishes!"
"The crime of the little sword deserves death! Rather than let the reincarnation catch the emperor, I would rather break it! When the little sword breaks out of the siege, find a piece of divine iron that is harder than the little sword and hit it to death!"
The ceiling of the night sky and the firmament are filled with complicated hearts. On the lower level, there are white clouds and frivolous ones. The earth below is filled with red fire.
Among the fiery reds, there are also lush greens.
Before the sword spirit could react, it was already in another world, and it flew out quickly.
Its speed is so fast that even the demonic clone cannot detect it.
"Don't disturb me as I watch the sea and meditate on the wall."
In the bamboo forest below, a white-haired man in white clothes sat cross-legged. In front of him, a picture scroll was open and hanging.
I have my eyes closed, but the lids of my eyelids are burning with thick flames, and their color can compete with the bright moon in the sky.
"It seems that I am almost here." The demonic clone withdrew his gaze and looked towards the southern sky.
That big sword disappeared from the south and is now out of sight.
The demonic clone shook his head, stretched out his hand and pressed forward.
Chu Cheng is in charge of the Taichu Stone. In this Taichu space, with a thought, he can move quickly. Everything is under his control.
With this press, there was no fluctuation in the surroundings. However, a black light quickly passed by.
"How come this place doesn't look like the Immortal Courtyard?" Sword Spirit just noticed the differences everywhere, and the next moment he saw a black figure in front of him, and he immediately exclaimed.
"Damn it! Why did I get caught up!"
The sword spirit screamed loudly, and in an instant, an invisible force surged toward it from all directions.
The big sword wanted to break through this invisible force, but found that he could not break free and was tightly imprisoned.
"Damn it! Master Jian, am I not going to die soon?"
The sword spirit yelled again, and then a warm hand held it.
"Take you to meet someone." In order to resolve the misunderstanding, the demonic clone had to take it to meet that person.
Otherwise, I'm afraid this magic sword won't be able to be used by him.
This is the demon lord's natal sword, and the power of one sword is naturally extremely terrifying. If the sword spirit hadn't mistaken him for the emperor and was frightened, he would have been killed with just one sword strike.
This divine sword must be used by him, so that his strength can increase several times.
"Emperor... have mercy on me! I am just a weapon spirit. My master hated you back then, but it has nothing to do with me!"
The sword spirit was scared out of his wits, crying and shouting.
"..."
The demonic clone was even more speechless.
The demon lord's obsession was continued by it, creating a big dream that refused to wake up. Its appearance was undoubtedly stunning, making the demonic clone fall in love with the scene.
But he never expected that when faced with a crisis, he would change hands and sell it to its owner.
Fortunately, the demon lord has died a long time ago, otherwise he would have to be so angry that he would break the demon sword and wipe out the soul of the sword to remove it.
"What I want to take you to see is the Demon Lord's lifelong obsession, the eternal beauty for him."
The demonic clone spoke softly, and the figure had already landed on the ground and walked towards a bamboo house.
"Obsession? Beautiful?" The sword spirit was stunned, and his cry suddenly stopped. Suddenly, he felt the hand holding it begin to tremble.
It was a finger wrapped around a strand of hair, from gentle to violent.
"No way..." Sword Spirit exclaimed.
The demonic clone walked into the house and came to the jade bed.
There lies the unparalleled splendor of the world.
"Fuck! It's that one!"
If there were two eyes on this big sword, they would be wide open at this moment. If there was a mouth, it would be wide enough to swallow a star.
"She can be said to be my master." The demonic clone looked at the sleeping person and spoke softly.
As the words fell, a bright moon illuminated the sky.