At this time, there was silence all around Doubao Pavilion.
The warriors who were watching all froze on the spot, their eyes filled with disbelief.
In less than half a cup of tea, the two holy sons of the War Temple died one after another at the hands of the clones of all spirits.
His strength is quite terrifying.
"Oh my god! Where did Xiao Yi find such a powerful helper?"
"His luck is so good. If it weren't for this mysterious man, Xiao Yi would have died long ago." After a full moment, someone exclaimed, and they began to speculate on the origin of the Wanling clone.
Many people believe that the clone of Wanling is most likely the descendant of the ancient remnants of the dragon world.
Otherwise, how could he have the Golden Crow bloodline?
"The Golden Crow bloodline is truly worthy of its reputation. Even Gu Ba was killed by him."
"Even we may not be able to suppress him, so we'd better wait and see what happens." The eyes of the group of foreign geniuses all showed fear.
Their strength is not much stronger than Guba.
Therefore, although they covet the Golden Crow bloodline in Wanlingfen's body, they dare not take action rashly.
"Xiao Yi, is this what you rely on? No wonder you dare to be so arrogant, but do you really think he can stop me? When I kill him, you will die." Feng Ting's eyes were full of anger.
He came out and said coldly to Xiao Yi.
At this moment, he was really irritated.
If Xiao Yi hadn't activated the Poison King Divine Mark just now and trapped him, Gu Ba wouldn't have been killed.
Therefore, he could not wait to cut Xiao Yi into pieces immediately.
"I'll tell you if you can beat me." Wan Ling's clone said calmly, and with a flash of his body, he took the initiative to kill Feng Ting.
"Die to me." Feng Ting roared angrily, and the silver-white demon behind him immediately released a stream of terrifying thunder and lightning, which densely struck at the Wanling clone.
boom.
The Wanling clone pushed the power of the Golden Crow bloodline to the extreme, and its entire body turned into a Golden Crow divine bird, waving its wings and blocking all the thunder and lightning.
"Kill!" Feng Ting looked extremely ferocious, his body merged with the silver-white demon god, and he fought fiercely with the clone of all spirits.
I have to say that Feng Ting's strength is really terrifying, much stronger than Gu Ba.
After all, his cultivation has already entered the tenth level of the Martial King.
There was a loud popping sound.
After fighting for dozens of rounds, the body of Wanling's clone was suddenly blown away, with huge wounds appearing on his body.
He actually lost to Feng Ting.
"It's over, that mysterious man is no match for Feng Ting."
"Xiao Yi's good days are coming to an end." Someone couldn't help shaking his head and said.
However, Xiao Yi's expression still looked very calm, as if everything was under his control.
After all, the cultivation level of the Wanling clone is still too weak to be invincible.
Moreover, he has only swallowed one bloodline now.
If one day, Xiao Yi can collect the precious blood of other hundreds of tribes and let him devour it, it is hard to imagine how powerful he will be.
"You have such little ability, but you dare to act wild in front of me. You are really overestimating your capabilities. Just die." A sneer flashed at the corner of Feng Ting's mouth, urging the silver-white demon god to kill the clone of all spirits again.
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Whoosh.
Suddenly, an invisible force quietly penetrated into Feng Ting's mind, causing him to tremble suddenly and his whole body froze on the spot.
"What the hell is this? Could it be that Gu Ba and Cheng Guxing were killed by it?" Feng Ting was horrified to the extreme, and he quickly pushed his mental power to the extreme to fight against the power of the dream clone.
Although the dream clone is very powerful, it is still extremely difficult to destroy Feng Ting's soul, let alone control him.
Even so, Feng Ting was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his face turned uglier than a dead person.
Because, in the process of fighting against the dream clone, he could not take care of his own body at all.
"Not good." The next moment, what worried Feng Ting happened.
Although Wanling's clone suffered heavy losses, it still possessed extremely powerful fighting power and was able to kill Feng Ting in an instant.
"Damn it." Feng Ting let out an angry roar. He desperately took back his mental power, controlled the demon behind him, and blasted towards the Wanling clone.
Rumble.
The area within a radius of several hundred feet was suddenly flooded by all kinds of lightning and fire.
The body of Wanling's clone flew out all of a sudden, a huge blood hole appeared in his chest, and his whole body was split into blackened pieces by lightning.
On the other hand, Feng Ting was not injured and seemed unscathed.
However, his eyes became dim and dull, and his whole person remained motionless, as if he had turned into a puppet.
"No, get out of my body." Feng Ting's soul roared hysterically.
At that moment, although he had blasted away the clone of all spirits, his soul was controlled by the power of the dream clone.
At this moment, he had completely become Xiao Yi's puppet.
"The blood in your body is okay. It would be a pity to kill you like this. Come here." Xiao Yi's voice suddenly rang in Feng Ting's mind.
"You bastard, did you do all this?" Feng Ting's soul trembled suddenly, and he couldn't believe his ears at all.
He originally thought that Xiao Yi had been poisoned by the evil god and was no different from a useless person.
But I didn't expect that I would be manipulated by him in the end.
This made him shocked and angry.
Whoosh.
The next moment, Feng Ting's body flew towards Xiao Yi involuntarily.
"Oh my god! That mysterious man was defeated by Feng Ting. Is it possible that Xiao Yi is really going to die here today?"
"His support is that mysterious man. Without the mysterious man, he will never be able to defeat Feng Ting. What a pity for such a genius." Many of the warriors who were watching had expressions of regret on their faces.
They didn't know that Feng Ting was manipulated by Xiao Yi, and they thought he wanted to rush over and kill Xiao Yi.
"Feng Ting, you did a good job, but don't kill that evil bastard. I will personally avenge my father." At this moment, a cold voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.
Yang Wu finally arrived at Doubao Pavilion with a large group of powerful men from the Temple of War, and appeared in front of everyone.
"It's so boring! We worked so hard for this bastard, but we didn't expect that he would be dead. If I had known that, I wouldn't have come." Soon, another voice sounded, and his tone was full of ridicule.
The person who spoke was the first holy son of the Xiao family.
He had a heroic appearance and was wearing a golden battle suit. He stared at Xiao Yi indifferently, as if he were looking at a dead man.