Bai Mo, who was originally alone at the scene, suddenly began to have double images behind him.
One becomes two.
Two becomes four.
Four becomes eight.
Eight becomes sixteen.
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In just ten seconds, the scene turned into a sea of white ink, filled with hundreds of thousands of "white inks".
"The Scripture of Ten Thousand Shadows?"
Many people on the spot recognized this widely spread technique, which is specially used to create clones.
After all, most extraordinary beings will consider creating clones after their cultivation reaches a certain level.
Whether it is to explore the way through thunder or to avoid enemies, various avatar projections are a good helper for home travel, murder and arson.
It is precisely because of the proliferation of clone techniques that imperial courts rarely use alibi evidence in cases involving extraordinary people.
While I was drinking coffee dozens of miles away, I might as well have secretly controlled my clone to kill people. The clone would automatically dissipate after killing the person, making the alibi useless.
The Ten Thousand Shadows Scripture, which originated from the chaotic era hundreds of years ago, is the ancestor of many clone techniques. It is also the most studied and improved clone technique.
However, after hundreds of years of improvement, today's Ten Thousand Shadows Scripture is quite different from that of the past. Bai Mo's Ten Thousand Shadows Scripture, which obviously has an "ancient" flavor, shocked some people when it first came out.
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While the amount of white ink continues to "increase", people who are drawn into the world of Hall of Mirrors 2.0 find themselves becoming further and further away from the people around them.
That feeling is like watching everything around you move away from yourself.
I don’t know if everyone is shrinking or the space is expanding.
There is no other reference in this void, just a bunch of people, so it's hard to tell clearly at the moment.
Everyone else is getting smaller and blurry and disappearing. Between heaven and earth, the only ones who remain unchanged in "size" are themselves, and the "examiner" Bai Mo who is becoming colder and colder in front of him.
The battlefield turned into 600,000 one-on-one arenas.
There is only an endless void in the arena, emptier than the infinite emptiness of space, and there is no home or away advantage.
"Let me test your strength."
"Bai Mo" said so.
"You are not him." Como could clearly feel that the white ink in front of him was not the white ink just now. It had a strong mechanical feel that was not like a living person.
"This is a temporary test clone I created."
The voice that truly belongs to Bai Mo can be heard on every small battlefield.
"Their power levels correspond to yours one-to-one, but they have all my combat awareness and experience."
"You can also understand that I will suppress my cultivation to be the same as yours."
"..."
No one made a sound of curiosity, because the empire's combat effectiveness test system basically followed this routine.
After so many years, any transcendent has become accustomed to such things as virtual space battle tests. No one has fought in the virtual test field one thousand and eight hundred times.
Of course, there are a few old people who know that period of history and still remember that Bai Mo was the designer of the first generation virtual reality combat effectiveness test system.
Now it's normal to use this method again for testing.
The only difference from the existing test system is that in the Empire's system, the avatars fighting were standard monks, but now they were replaced by Bai Mo with corresponding cultivation levels.
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"three."
"two."
"one."
As the countdown ended, 600,000 battlefields began testing at the same time.
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"The true soul has all its forms."
As he spoke, Como opened his mouth slightly, and streams of purple energy overflowed from his mouth, turning into clouds in the void.
The purple clouds continued to increase, and Como's body seemed to be melting, and finally his whole body turned into a purple mist.
This is the daily starting move of a seventh-level mage. First, he turns himself into a ball of existence that makes physical attacks almost ineffective.
At the realm of all forms, the shape and size of the body no longer have much meaning. Maintaining the human form or transforming into various weird things is just a matter of thought.
The normal appearance of people is just a habit developed in the past life.
This also involves the debate between the compassionate way and the unfeeling way within the empire.
Youqingdao always insists that people are human beings, and no matter how much they practice, they should still be human beings with emotions, not ruthless training machines.
It's only when they fight that they reveal their inhuman nature.
Bai Mo did not take advantage of Como's transformation, but imitated his appearance and turned into a white cloud.
"Mysterious, endless magic network!"
A strange net suddenly appeared in the entire void.
But this giant network was fleeting and disappeared immediately.
One of Como's magical powers, the endless magic network, can be activated at any time to obtain the endless power support behind the magic network, which is also commonly known as infinite blue.
"Not bad." Bai Mo said a few words through his avatar, then made Bai Wu condense into a fist, and punched it at nearly the speed of light.
Wherever the fist passed, the martial arts will rejected everything, and even the space turned into a bright white.
In less than a ten thousandth of a second, the white color covered the purple mist.
The endless white instantly swallowed up all the purple in the space.
The super shock wave not only instantly drowned the purple mist that Como had transformed into, but even the magic net behind him that had been hidden in the void was shaken to the point where it appeared and flickered for a moment.
The white color spread all the way out, creating a corridor of light that was unknown for how many kilometers long.
"The body of the Ten Thousand Appearances Celestial Immortal transforms into all things, the fist of light from the martial arts immortal, and the intrusion of information from ghosts and immortals. He is worthy of being the only fellow practitioner of the Five Immortals."
When the darkness of the void once again occupied the white corridor, Como's body of purple mist appeared hundreds of miles away intact.
Bai Mo's punch didn't seem to cause any harm to him.
However, after Como gave up his human form and turned into a cloud of mist, the damage effect was indeed not easy to see.
"Twenty-level black magic, Song of Stars."
A giant hand holding a magic wand appeared in the purple mist.
With the birth of the giant wand hand, dozens of meteors appeared from the void for no reason.
These meteors came from all directions, and they all hit the white mist formed by the white ink.
The first wave of meteors had just finished accelerating, and a second giant hand stretched out from the purple mist.
The endless magic network flickered, and the second wave of meteors began to emerge.
The third one.
The fourth one.
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Dozens of arms "fluttering in the wind" emerged from the purple wave.
Each arm represents a wave of meteor impact.
Just such a move, if placed on the original Earth, thousands of small meteors would be enough to smash the surface of the Earth into the shape of the moon.
It's just that these meteors fell into the white mist, just like hot lava falling into the endless deep sea. Except for the moment of contact, they reacted and soon fell silent again.