"So, what did I take away, or is Fang Xiu's physical body very weird?"

"There won't be any other hidden dangers!"

A creepy feeling suddenly arose in Xiu Xingluan's heart, and her heart began to beat violently involuntarily.

After all, any immortal cultivator has one and only one chance to seize the body!

"Xiu Xingluan, even you didn't notice the difference in this body?"

Just when Xingxing Luan was still in shock, another clone of Fang Xiu floating in front of him trembled slightly. His originally stiff body actually moved slightly, and his dull expression became lively again.

The twenty-eight constellation swords swung in the air, and all of them were suspended behind the clone. He looked at Xing Luan, and suddenly smiled.

"Fang Xiu? How come you are still alive?"

When Xiu Xingluan saw this, he was so shocked that his hair stood on end.

He had clearly swallowed up all of Fang Xiu's soul, so how could this clone still act independently?

And judging from the clone's demeanor and words, it was no different from the Fang Xiu he had seen before.

This situation is by no means as simple as the remaining thoughts of the clone.

Fang Xiu is definitely not dead!

But if Fang Xiu was not dead, what exactly was it that he had taken away from him?

"Are you satisfied with this clone of mine?"

The clone did not answer Xiu Xingluan's question, but asked with a smile.

"It's impossible. This body is full of spirit and soul, and the golden elixir is still there. It can't be a clone. What the hell have you done!"

Xiu Xingluan carefully inspected his new body, and found that there was nothing strange about his body, soul, consciousness or condensed golden elixir.

This is clearly a complete, real body of flesh and blood, with endless potential for the best foundation for cultivating immortality.

If the original owner of this body was Fang Xiu, he must have been devoured by himself.

Therefore, there is only one answer. The clone in front of me is really weird.

There must be some existence that controlled Fang Xiu's clone, deliberately teasing or designing him.

"Quickly tell me, who are you, why did you occupy Fang Xiulian's clone, and what is the purpose of teasing me like this!"

Xingxing Luan asked sternly, he took a step forward, and the majestic momentum of the seventh level of Jindan exploded, stirring up the land for hundreds of miles.

He raised his hands upward, and a three-legged king cauldron condensed by spiritual power instantly condensed.

Wang Ding emits eight kinds of rays of light, each of which contains the miniatures of countless creatures, including humanoids and various birds and beasts.

They kowtowed in one direction, their eyes pious and fanatical.

Wisps of power of faith rose from their heads, flew out of the glow, merged into the three-legged King Cauldron, and gradually reflected the phantoms of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the sky above the King Cauldron.

Xingxing Luan stands proudly under the royal tripod, as if he is respected by all people as a human emperor.

He held up his hands, as if holding up a world.

"Is this the inheritance of faith?"

Fang Xiu's clone looked at the eight kinds of glow of the three-legged king tripod, thoughtfully.

The figures of the creatures in these eight kinds of rays of light do not exist randomly. Although the creatures in each kind of rays of light are of different races, they all seem to have a certain similar aura.

Belief comes from desire.

Belief arises from illness.

Belief comes from expectation.

Belief arises from joy and happiness.

…

There are all kinds of situations in the world, each of which is different, but all reach the same destination through different paths.

Eight completely different powers of faith jointly nourish the King Cauldron, giving birth to royal power, gods, and magical powers, covering the territory and transporting mountains and rivers.

It was fed back by the luck of the mountains and rivers, blessing the people, and the cycle continued.

"Yes, this is the inheritance of faith. Although I have not condensed the true faith in this life, the Emperor's Cauldron of Faith cannot be formed. Even the King's Cauldron is only the moon in the mirror and a castle in the sky. However, spiritual power is used to simulate faith, which is endless and true.

I am invincible from the age of a baby!"

Xingxing Luan pointed at Fang Xiu with a natural aura, like an angry emperor: "I will give you a chance to explain everything and submit to me. Maybe I can forgive you for your disrespectful behavior today!"

"Kneel down!"

Fang Xiu's clone looked at Xingxing Luan, who was as powerful as the sky, but Dan Mo opened his mouth and softly uttered two words.

"Bastard, you..."

"Peng"

When Xiu Xingluan heard this, he was shocked and angry.

He opened his mouth to curse Fang Xiu, wanting to use his means to completely suppress the clone, so as to plant the first impression of supreme power and invincibility in the hearts of hundreds of millions of viewers watching the live broadcast.

But before he could curse, his knees softened and he obediently knelt down in front of Fang Xiu's clone and bowed to the ground.

"..."

Xiu Xingluan's whole body was stunned.

He looked down at his knees kneeling in the void, as well as his arms and hands supporting the void, and felt a little confused for a moment.

who I am?

Where?

What are you doing?

Why is there no resistance at all to the other party's order to cultivate a clone?

Not only repelled, but even a little happy?

"What exactly did you do to my body?"

Xingxing Luan was stunned for a long time, and then he suddenly raised his head and shouted angrily. His eyelids were split and he was filled with anger.

Not to mention the hidden dangers of the body he took away. Kneeling down in front of the world's audience, unless he undergoes plastic surgery, he will no longer be able to gather his faith.

Unable to gather his faith, almost half of his inheritance was wasted.

"To be fair, you rushed forward in a hurry to seize my clone. Now that you have done everything, you have to act innocent. Isn't it a bit of a bitch?"

Fang Xiu smiled and said to be reasonable, he was the one who was attacked and plotted by Luan Xingxing.

How can there be any reason for an attacker to angrily rebuke the person being attacked?

"What did you say? Your clone!"

When Luan Xing heard this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He carefully sensed the connection between his physical body and the other side's clone.

There is indeed a feeling of connectedness.

It's a pity that he was on the wrong side!

"What kind of clone is this? Tell me, how can this be a clone?"

Xing Luan was so emotional that she couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it.

If he seizes the clone, doesn't it mean that he has become a clone with self-awareness?

A high-level puppet that can only take orders from Fang Xiu, a Mahayana slave?

"Even the reincarnated Mahayana can't distinguish the clones from the small bronze door?"

Fang Xiu ignored Xingxing Luan's question. His eyes fell on the small bronze door again, and his eyes gradually became solemn.

Before that, he thought that the small bronze door and the small bronze spear were probably treasures left behind by Mahayana-level monks or the other side before the spiritual energy became extinct.

But judging from Xingxing Luan's reaction, at least in his memory and knowledge, there is no such thing.

That is enough to show that these two objects with magical functions cannot be refined by Mahayana level experts.

Even the other side has not handed down anything similar.

It is neither Mahayana nor probably written by the other side!

Then whose handiwork is it?

Fang Xiu had doubts in his heart. Both the Milky Way and the fairy world were far more complex and mysterious than he imagined.

"call"

And just when Fang Xiu's clone lowered his head and groaned, and Xue Xing Luan was filled with grief and anger, another gray line crossed the space thousands of miles away from the G36 planet and shot out from the void.

"Hmph, let me lose two thoughts in succession. No matter who is interfering behind it, I will find them out!"

The gray line shot thousands of miles, arrived in an instant, and stopped in front of Fang Xiu's clone and Xingxing Luan. Immediately, another tall shadow stepped out of the gray line.
To be continued...