The golden light in Ye Chen's eyes suddenly burst out and shot straight into the sky. Then, between his eyes and eyebrows, a shining eye that had never appeared before suddenly opened.
Just like the black sky eyes of Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian in the fairy tale, at this moment, the scene in front of Ye Chen has returned to its original state, and all the illusory phantoms, all illusions and illusions have disappeared.
This is the second pupil technique he learned after entering the Po Yuan Realm, the God-killing Eye, which can subjugate demons and destroy all evil spirits.
The Po Yuan Pupil can see through all illusions of things and things, and see through any illusions. No matter how many illusions there are, under the Po Yuan Pupil, they can only reveal their true form.
In the sky, although there was the ice shadow clone of Michimu Fujiwara, in Ye Chen's eyes, there was only one.
At this moment, thousands of clones appeared at the same time, and countless sword energy shot out around Ye Chen, overlapping one after another, without knowing the reality.
"Under such conditions, Ye Lingtian can only be beaten passively!"
Countless Japanese warriors nodded secretly, feeling surprised and happy when they saw Mu Fujiwara's unparalleled attack.
Once Ye Chen is beheaded in Japan, it means that the Chinese martial arts world will be stepped on by the Japanese martial arts world from now on.
Countless sword lights came across the sky, and Ye Chen's protective aura unfolded. While resisting the unparalleled sword energy, his eyes scanned back and forth among the thousands of phantoms around him. Finally, he looked at one of the phantoms.
"Got you!"
His eyes paused, and he had already locked onto the clone. Then the protective aura instantly dissipated, and his body shot out.
Ye Chen concentrated slightly and avoided a powerful sword light. Blue light surged on his arm, and his true energy gathered, and he punched one of the clones.
The power of true energy and spiritual power surged, carrying huge power, and the strength of the fist was unparalleled, directly piercing the space.
"What?"
The clone's face suddenly showed a look of surprise. He never expected that Ye Chen could find his true body among these thousands of phantoms.
But the moment Ye Chen's fist reached his body, he suddenly smiled as if his conspiracy had succeeded.
Ye Chen's punch had already been unleashed. Unexpectedly, the moment his punch came into contact with Wu Fujiwara's body, it seemed to hit the air and pass straight through. The force of his punch rushed to the sky and flew into the distance.
"Um?"
Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt surprised. At this moment, he felt the sword energy surging behind him.
"snort!"
He didn't turn around, the true energy in his body surged out, and the Gang Qi revived, and he took the sword Qi forcefully! "Dang!"
This knife knocked Ye Chen from the air to the ground. Ye Chen stepped on it and the ground cracked and collapsed several feet, but it did not hurt him at all.
He turned around, and among the thousands of phantoms, he could still see clearly the only true form of Mu Fujiwara, and Mu Fujiwara also showed a sly smile at this moment.
"Being able to find my true identity from a thousand phantoms is worthy of being a new legendary warrior in European China. It's a pity that it can only go so far!"
"These thousand clones are all bound by the power of my soul. With just a thought, I can transfer my true body to any clone and move it at will!"
"No matter how fast you are, you can't match a moment's thought. If you want to hurt me, you are just daydreaming. Just accept your fate!"
Wu Fujiwara laughed wildly, and the laughter was full of ridicule. Among these thousands of phantoms, he did not need any time, only a moment of thought, and he could change his body and change his true body with each clone.
The nine-star king who was watching the battle was trembling in his heart. He could still have a few fights with God Gaya at the beginning, but after a hundred years, God Gaya's peerless magical power has become even more terrifying.
The warriors from all walks of life in Japan all showed fear on their faces. How could they fight this kind of battle?
The warriors and stewards of the Muto family all bowed to the ground with piety on their faces.
"Lord Gaya is mighty, the master of the house is mighty!"
In this battle with Japanese ghosts and gods, Ye Chen seemed to be at a disadvantage.
Ye Chen stood on the spot, his eyes narrowed slightly.
His Eye of Pogen can indeed sweep away all phantoms, but it only allows him to distinguish where his true body is, but it cannot prevent Mutohara from moving instantaneously among the thousands of clones.
He couldn't capture this moving moment.
"Transfer true body?"
He looked at Mu Fujiwara's only true form and suddenly grinned.
"You can, you can move your real body at will among these thousands of phantoms to avoid my attacks. It's really tricky!"
"But if I attack these thousands of clones at the same time, how will you transfer?"
Wu Fujiwara was slightly startled and asked strangely: "What did you say?"
Ye Chen did not answer. He put one hand on the ground, a hot breath burst out from his palm, and brilliant flames rose up.
"The sky-devouring dragon flame, destroying the essence and sublimating it!"
Ye Chen shouted low, and under the palm of his hand, flames spread along the ground. In an instant, the entire ground with a radius of dozens of feet was submerged and turned into a piece of scorched earth.
Fierce temperatures swept across the world. Wu Fujiwara's eyes narrowed, and a bad premonition emerged in his heart.
"The dragon dances for nine days, and the scorching rain falls!"
Ye Chen raised his palm, like the God of Fire, and the fire wave below surged up, turning into a flame column dozens of feet high and shooting straight into the sky.
High in the sky, the flame pillar first reached the clouds, and then suddenly exploded above thousands of ice shadows.
Countless flames, like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, scattered down from the sky. Each spark was as fast as lightning. From a distance, it looked like a small volcano erupting.
"Bang bang!"
Ye Chen held the sky with one palm, stepped on the ground with the sole of his foot, his eyes were indifferent, and countless flame raindrops fell from the sky, instantly covering the area where thousands of ice shadows were.
"Whoosh!"
A figure rushed out from the rainstorm of flames all over the sky. There were sparks on his clothes and he looked extremely embarrassed. It was none other than Mu Fujiwara.
If it weren't for his extremely strong perception, he could instantly use his powerful real energy and the innate ice energy to protect his body, and then rush out of the range enveloped by the flame rainstorm, he would probably have been completely burned by this moment.
"Where did this guy get such a large-scale fire attack?
Is he still a master of magic?
Or maybe a person with fire elemental powers?
How can this be?"
Wu Fujiwara retreated again and again in the sky, unable to stop the horror in his heart.
He suddenly realized that what he was facing was an out-and-out monster, which could not be determined by common sense.
At this moment, Mu Fujiwara's hair was burnt black, his clothes were mostly torn, and his left sleeve had been burned away, revealing his skinny left arm.
"Thousands of ice shadows, vulnerable to a single blow!"
Ye Chen rose up into the sky, shook his head slightly, and spoke with disdain.
"You old monsters from a hundred years ago just died a clean death, thinking that by turning into ghosts and gods and possessing others, you can restore your former glory?
Ridiculous!"
Ye Chen held it lightly with one hand, and the waves of fire dissipated in the sky, condensing into a gorgeous fireball that slowly rose between his palms.
"No matter how hard you struggle, you will eventually become a thing of the past!"
Ye Chen's arrogance, which he had cultivated through battle, was all ignited at this moment. He was so heroic that he set the final tone for this battle.
"This era belongs to me and will be named after me!"