The first thousand three hundred and eighty-nine chapters doppelganger
The years are passing by, and the years are getting colder at the end of the year.
Time flies in Zhongyuan Realm, and the monks are actively restoring their homes.
Within the Buddhist Kingdom, deep underground.
One after another figures emerged from the ground and looked at each other. There were two hundred and fifty people in total. If anyone were here, their jaws would have dropped immediately. For no other reason than the two hundred and fifty people in front of them actually looked exactly the same, and they were all like that.
The appearance of Li Xiaobai, a warrior immortal god.
"The main body is dead, what do you say?"
Paratrooper No. 1, Li Xiaobai, asked casually with a piece of huazi in his mouth.
"He should have died a long time ago, but I didn't expect him to be able to fight to the death of a god. Let's wait for him to erect a statue."
Li Xiaohei said lightly.
"The power of faith is too weak. I don't know if we have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse to lose our true nature and it will be difficult for us to survive. We should create some momentum to spread it out!"
After a short discussion, many clones quickly came to their attention.
Paratrooper No. 1 Li Xiaobai was left behind, and many other clones returned to the soil.
"This is also part of the plan. Let's build momentum. Without us, I'm afraid it will be difficult to accumulate enough power of faith!"
Paratrooper No. 1 Li Xiaobai murmured to himself.
One year has passed since the war between immortals and gods.
Somewhere in a wild land, a figure looked up to the sky and shouted: "Li Xiaobai, No. 1 paratrooper of the Villain Gang, please go out to fight!"
The roar resounded through the sky, and the clone turned into a celestial light and swooped up with the hot breath, and sank directly into the stairs full of strange gray breath, and then shattered into pieces and disappeared into thin air!
This is a warning from the clones to the Zhongyuan Realm. Time will make people forget many things. They need all living beings to continuously provide Li Xiaobai with the power of faith. For this reason, they need to constantly remind the world of their existence.
He uses his avatar to fight against the sky to remind living beings not to forget Li Xiaobai’s merits.
the second year!
At the same location, at the same time, in the same area, another familiar roar came.
"The evil people help Li Xiaohei request a fight!"
The third year!
"Help me, you are really not Li Xiaobai, please go to war!"
fourth year……
fifth year……
In the Buddhist Kingdom of the Zhongyuan Realm, every year on the same month, day, and hour, a clone who looks exactly like Li Xiaobai will go against the sky and ascend to the sky alone, announcing their existence to the world.
The creatures gradually became familiar with their existence, and there were even monks squatting there from time to time, just to witness the soaring situation of the clones. No one was afraid or afraid, they were all accustomed to it.
In the second hundred years.
Several young people walked together and squatted in the Buddhist Kingdom early to guard against the appearance of the clone.
There are many monks gathering around. At this time of year, you can see a clone of Li Xiaobai rising into the sky. Some people say that this is the incarnation of Li Xiaobai during his lifetime, while others say that it is the clone of Li Xiaobai after his death.
Evolved by the power of the physical body, some people say that these are transformed by Li Xiaobai's residual thoughts, because of his unwillingness, even if the body dies and the Tao disappears, it is still there.
The most outrageous thing is that some people say that there are obsessed people imitating Li Xiaobai, deliberately changing their appearance to be exactly like Li Xiaobai, and then using this self-inflicted method to let all living beings remember them.
"Tap tap tap!"
The sound of footsteps came, and the place was very quiet. Everyone held their breath involuntarily, waiting quietly for the arrival of the real master. They could no longer count how many clones this was, they only knew that there would be a clone every year.
Coming out, it has become a must-see landscape for monks.
They firmly believe that they will be able to learn more powerful skills from these clones.
A monk in gray robes walked slowly, strolling leisurely, walking directly to the bottom of the gray stairs, as if he had never seen the crowd around him.
"Senior, stop!"
When several young people behind saw the monk who suddenly appeared, their eyes lit up and they immediately stepped forward to block the way.
"What's the matter?"
The monk in gray clothes said calmly.
"I and several others are all from the Demon-Sealing Sect. I heard that our seniors are very knowledgeable about the Demon-Sealing Sword Intention, so I came here specifically to ask for advice to confirm what I have learned!"
A young man in the lead said with an air of dignity, neither humble nor arrogant.
"He is a rising star of the Demon Sealing Sect in recent years!"
"Feng Baichuan, known as Xiao Dao Tong!"
"He actually came here not far away to challenge Senior Li's clone!"
There were monks around who recognized the identities of these young people and couldn't help but take a breath.
"Want to fight me? Let the weakest among you come out and fight me!"
The young man in gray clothes put his hands behind his back and asked calmly.
Everyone was surprised as soon as he spoke. Many people scratched their ears. In many years, this was the first person who dared to challenge Li Xiaobai's clone. However, the other party's response made them unable to believe themselves.
ear.
The weakest one comes out to fight him?
Isn’t it normal that the strongest comes out to fight?
Is this senior acting so unconventionally?
"Senior, what did you just say?"
The young man named the leader was a little surprised.
"I said, let the weakest of you come out and fight me! Is there any problem?"
The avatar in gray had an indifferent expression and looked as if he should take it for granted. He himself was only one-tenth of Li Xiaobai's cultivation level. Li Xiaobai was in the Saint realm and he was a Half-Saint, so naturally he had to pick the soft persimmons.
"Uh... no problem..."
Several people looked at each other and pulled out a young monk who looked ordinary and unremarkable. This young man seemed a little embarrassed.
The gray clone glanced briefly, sensing the weak aura in the opponent's body, nodded with satisfaction, unsheathed a long sword in his hand, and slashed it down. In an instant, with him as the center of the circle, all the monks in the area in front of him, without exception, all had their knees
He softened and fell to his knees.
Several young people looked confused. They felt that their cultivation had been completely suppressed. Not only them, but everyone in the scene looked horrified.
"One sword to stabilize the body, the evil sword, this is Senior Li's famous swordsmanship!"
"It's exactly like the rumors. Not only has the body lost control, but even the cultivation within the body has been suppressed and difficult to mobilize!"
"Look, it's not just us, the semi-saints have also been suppressed. The power of this sword is so terrifying!"
Although the expressions of surprise on the faces of the monks around were suppressed by others, there was no trace of panic in their hearts. Some of them were just amazed. Being able to experience Senior Li's swordsmanship in person would be worth it in this life!
"Huh?"
"You don't even have the Holy Realm cultivation level?"
"Such a weakling?"
The gray-clothed clone scratched his head. He didn't expect that the strongest one here was only a half-saint.
If I had known earlier, I should have pretended to be the strongest person in the world.
"Forget it, it's okay."
"It's my turn, the villain asked Li Dabai to go to war!"
The clone roared loudly, and shot towards the gray stairs in the sky in a flash, eventually disappearing into the world...