That's right, he felt an aura far more terrifying than that of the powerful Yuanying ancestor on that giant hand.
What kind of aura is it that is far beyond the Nascent Soul?
Divine power, that is the real aura of divine power. Only super powerful people above the virtual god can emit such a terrifying aura!
At this time, Wang Ling finally turned from despair to fear. He never imagined that he would be able to see and feel such an aura in his lifetime, but sadly, this was before he was about to die.
Looking at the giant divine palm that was getting closer and closer, Wang Ling felt bitter and helpless in his heart, and his eyes of fear and despair suddenly turned gloomy.
I have been struggling for so many years. I originally thought I could reach a higher realm and gain a longer life. Who would have thought that it would be in vain in the end? If I had known this, shouldn't I have shut down this hundred-year death barrier?
Are you unwilling? Or do you regret it? He didn't know that at that moment, the passionate days of conquering the stars with Zhao Guanshan hundreds of years ago flashed through his mind.
Boss, maybe you have arrived in another world? Unfortunately, little brother, I can no longer fight with you in the future!
"well!"
At this moment, a sigh seemed to come from the void, the giant hand suddenly stagnated, and another even bigger fist of divine power appeared out of thin air, slamming into the giant palm.
In less than a hundredth of a second, before everyone could react, the giant divine palm exploded, and an angry roar came from the void: "It's you again, you damn little bastard!
"
Where the giant fist appeared, a figure appeared out of thin air, and a young man in black clothes stood in the void. The moment he appeared, everything around him seemed to disappear, and he seemed to be the only one existing in the entire world. The night faded away, and the stars were everywhere.
Hidden, his pupils are brighter than the stars.
Looking quietly at the direction from which the sound came, the young man in black smiled calmly: "Dear witch god, since you are here, don't leave!"
"Boom"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden muffled sound in the dark void, and then a giant cauldron burst out of the void, and below the giant cauldron, a bloody light shadow fell down with a scream.
.
"Soul Cauldron, how is this possible?" The soul clone of the witch god cried out in disbelief and horror.
"I said, everything is possible!" The young man in black is naturally Ye Wenlong. When he saw the soul clone of the Witch God appearing again, he was not surprised but overjoyed. The Witch God had already lost a soul clone last time. If he killed it again,
Killing this one will definitely have a great impact on the strength of the Witch God, which is what he likes to see the most.
Naturally, he was not sure about the true form of the Witch God, but when it came to dealing with one of his soul clones, Ye Wenlong felt no pressure on himself.
"brush"
A ray of sword light flew out and slashed straight at the soul clone of the Witch God. The sword light contained powerful soul power, which was the powerful soul power of Ye Wenlong who had reached the middle stage of the Seventh Art.
Feeling the terrifying soul power contained in that sword, the illusory face of the Witch God showed a look of determination. Ye Wenlong had predicted well. He had already lost a soul clone last time. If he loses it again this time, not only will the future be long, but the future will be long.
For a period of time, his cultivation will not be able to improve, and even his strength will drop a lot, which is something he absolutely does not want to see.
"Umaniyadusi..."
The soul clone of the Witch God suddenly made seals with both hands and muttered words. Immediately, Ye Wenlong felt waves of fluctuations in the space. Countless rays of light gathered from all directions, forming a whirlpool of light that poured into his soul body, followed by
As a majestic wave of power emitted from his body, his illusory body quickly solidified and swelled. In just a blink of an eye, he grew into a giant a hundred feet tall.
"The fusion of two bodies will make you invincible!" The Witch God swept his cold gaze and punched out with both fists at the same time.
"Boom"
The golden dragon cauldron transformed by Xiao Long was directly blown away by his punch, and the Soul Flying Sword that Ye Wenlong slashed was also blown away by his punch, but only the soul was left on his fist.
A shallow sword mark scratched by the flying sword.
Looking at the sorcerer god whose power had soared, Ye Wenlong's eyes narrowed and he felt solemn for the first time.
He knew that the current state of the Witch God was more than just a soul clone. The light should be the power of faith, and the power that suddenly burst out of him should be his use of the power of faith to communicate with his body through secret techniques, thus making this person possible.
The Tao soul clone's strength increased dramatically.
This is a true energy clone.
At this time, although the strength of the energy clone of the Witch God is less than one-tenth of his actual strength, it still has the powerful power of Nascent Soul Perfection. This time, it is a bit troublesome.
However, troubles and opportunities always coexist. If Gu Wushen's clone can be left behind this time, it will definitely be a major blow to the Wushen.
And this may be the key to turning the tide of the battle and gaining yourself some time.
"Young man named Ye, originally I didn't want to use my spiritual body clone, but you have repeatedly done bad things to me, and you have successfully aroused my anger. Today I will make you regret it." The Witch God looked down on the world coldly.
He stared at Ye Wenlong coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Ye Wenlong suddenly laughed: "Witch God, it's not easy to descend into this spiritual body, isn't it?"
The Witch God's eyes suddenly condensed, and then he said disdainfully: "It's a little difficult, but so what, as long as I can kill this hateful boy like you, it will be all worth it."
"Really, with your spiritual body clone and Nascent Soul's perfect cultivation, do you think you can kill me like this? Your original body is just about the same." Ye Wenlong chuckled, waved his hand, and a golden light appeared in the void.
The giant cauldron was retracted into his right arm and he looked at the Witch God calmly: "I think if I could keep this spiritual clone of yours, your cultivation would be greatly affected, right?"
The Witch God's brows jumped, but then he sneered: "If you don't use that thing, with your cultivation level that has just entered the Yuanli realm, this spiritual clone of me is enough to destroy you ten times. But this is a human being.
Colony, do you dare to use that thing, unless you are willing to sacrifice the lives of tens of millions of humans to be buried with you? I think if that is the case, I am afraid you will also be cast aside by the humans in the star field, right?"
"Haha, I finally understand." Ye Wenlong raised his eyebrows and finally figured out one thing, "Originally, with the strength of your witch god Serit, it shouldn't be difficult for you to really want to hunt me down, but now you
But you don't dare, because you are afraid, afraid of my thing, right? But you are too timid. With my strength, it is already very reluctant to activate that thing once. Let me use it against you, I'm afraid it's not enough.
Some, with your insight into the crisis and the space fairy weapon you possess, even if I can launch such a powerful attack, can I still hit you?"
"Hmph, you want to lure me into taking the bait. Do you really think I will believe you?" The Witch God smiled coldly. He didn't believe that Ye Wenlong couldn't use the attack of Lei Yu Qing Shuo. This kid showed weakness, but he just wanted to
You just have to lure your true body to come over.
Now that he is just a clone of the spirit body, this kid will definitely not dare to risk the world's injustice and sacrifice millions of human beings to deal with him. As long as Ye Wenlong does not use the terrifying attack of the Thunder Feather Qingsuo, he will have the chance to kill Ye Wen.
Dragon's chance.
However, Ye Wenlong also had to admire the meticulousness of this thousand-year-old monster. Just as the Witch God expected, as his cultivation entered the middle stage of Yuanlong Realm, Ye Wenlong drove the Thunder Feather Qingsuo to send out a powerful force that was equivalent to the Concentration Realm powerhouse.
A one-blow attack is not impossible, and the sequelae are much smaller than the last time, but its power and attack range are beyond his control. Once it is used, everything within a radius of thousands of miles will be reduced to ruins.
There will definitely be countless casualties.
He would never be able to bury a spiritual clone of the Witch God with the lives of tens of millions of people. Not to mention the spiritual clone, even if he killed the Witch God's true body, Ye Wenlong, he would never do that.
, he couldn't pass the test in his heart.
However, this old monster doesn't know his true trump card. He thinks that he can defeat him with the perfect spiritual body clone of Nascent Soul. This idea is really naive.
"Haha, believe it or not, it's up to you." Ye Wenlong chuckled, his body suddenly swept backwards, and then turned into a ray of light and flew away at high speed.
"You want to run, can you run?" The Witch God smiled coldly, and also turned into a ray of light and chased after him, but he suddenly saw Ye Wenlong suddenly raised his hand, and a ray of sword light broke through the space and slashed downwards like lightning.
Wang Nian.
The Witch God just hesitated for a moment and then ignored it and continued to chase Ye Wenlong. In his opinion, the defeated Wang Nian had no value anymore. The top priority was to kill this boy named Ye.
Wang Nian watched in horror as the sword light flew away. However, the sword light seemed to have eyes. It drew an arc in the air and passed directly through his body. His body was just like this.
The sword split him in half, and the gushing blood dyed the sky red.
After the Witch God chased for a moment, he understood what Ye Wenlong meant. Ye Wenlong didn't want to escape, but he didn't want to fight with him in a crowded place. With the strong fighting power of the two, once a fight started, it would probably be just the aftermath.
I don't know how many people will suffer and die. Otherwise, this kid will definitely teleport and escape instead of letting himself chase like this.
However, although he had figured it out, he was not afraid at all. He did not believe that Ye Wenlong who did not use the Thunder Feather Qingsuo to attack would be his opponent.
Of course, the premise is that you can't let him run too far. Otherwise, if you reach a deserted area thousands of miles away, and let the other party try again, you will be seeking death.
Fortunately, he wanted to kill Ye Wenlong, and Ye Wenlong also wanted to kill him. They both had the same idea.
Both of them were extremely fast, and within a short time they left Lingwang City and arrived at a desert about five hundred miles away. When they arrived here, Ye Wenlong also stopped.
"Boy Ye, it seems you still have a hidden trump card!" The Witch God stood in the sky and looked at Ye Wenlong in front of him, with no fear on his face.
Seeing the calm look on Ye Wenlong's face, he knew that the other party might not be as simple as he thought. But so what, he believed that except for the thunder feather green shuttle in Ye Wenlong's hand, the other party had nothing that could threaten him.
The spiritual body clone.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, looking at the strange smile on Ye Wenlong's face, his heart suddenly jumped, as if he had caught something, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. He wondered if he had been tricked?