After hearing the words of the Holy Lord's clone, everyone trembled.
Even Kong Zhishang and Liu Yulin were a little unsure of the Holy Lord's attitude at the moment.
Are we going to kill them too?
Counting it all together, they can be considered one of our own.
Of course, Zi Chen had already taken advantage of his real people.
I believe that as long as there are still people alive, the grace of that arrow will never be forgotten.
It was like an arrow from God.
At present, the Shura field has been completely sealed, and the final Shura showdown has begun.
Everyone's life and death once again fell on Zi Chen.
Win, everyone safe.
Failure, everyone dies.
But Zi Chen's previous divine arrow had exhausted all his spiritual and spiritual power. How could he defeat a clone of the Holy Lord now?
Zi Chen was forcibly mobilizing his spiritual power to resist attacks from all directions.
It's just that the attacks around him were too many and too strong. Even the blood on the ground turned into two palms, locking Zi Chen firmly.
In the blink of an eye, Zi Chen was covered in injuries.
The clone of the Holy Lord clicked his tongue and said, "It seems that I still think highly of you. I thought you could still struggle, but who knew it would be so useless."
"You can wait until I recover before you say this." Zi Chen's mouth was bleeding, and his legs and arms were under control at this moment.
"Haha." The clone of the Holy Lord laughed.
Zi Chen's injuries are getting worse, and recovery is obviously impossible.
Regardless of the fact that these attacks left few scars on Zi Chen's body, this is because Zi Chen's physical body is powerful enough. If it had been anyone else, he would have died countless times.
Zi Chen coughed up another mouthful of blood.
The clone of the Holy Lord asked, "You are also a Holy Lord after all. Do you have any last words before you die?"
Zi Chen glanced around. Some people's eyes were full of hope, hoping that a miracle would happen.
But more people looked desperate.
Zi Chen can't save everyone.
Zi Chen was also very ashamed and said, "Since I am a Holy Lord, I must die in an upright manner. I don't expect you to have an upright fight with me, but I hope that I can die standing up and be witnessed by millions of people."
Die under it.”
The clone of the Holy Lord laughed again, "Why, do you want to leave your name forever after death? Just dream, these people will die too, and no one will sing your praises."
Zi Chen said calmly, "I'm not you, I don't need to sing praises. I, Zi Chen, have always been upright in my work, so even if I die, I must die in an upright manner."
The avatar of the Holy Lord gritted his teeth and said, "Then I won't follow your wish. Do you want them to see how great you want to die? I won't let you do it."
The surrounding blood-colored space suddenly became rich, like blood, completely flooding the space.
Others can no longer see what goes on inside.
All you can see is that the space there is distorting, as if there is a monster trying to rush out.
According to what everyone had seen before, Zi Chen, who had consumed a huge amount of money, would definitely die.
So everyone felt despair.
There are still some people who are praying for a miracle to happen.
Finally, the distorted space stopped.
All the bright red faded away instantly.
Everyone also looked desperate.
Death may come the next moment.
But after they saw the person standing clearly, they were all stunned.
incredible.
It turned out to be Zi Chen.
His injuries were still serious, and his face was pale and weak.
But the clone of the Holy Lord has gone somewhere unknown.
Everyone looked stunned.
Don't understand what happened.
Zi Chen turned around, the space blocking him had disappeared, and in front of him was the Shura Throne.
Without hesitation, he walked forward unsteadily.
Others still didn't react.
The swaying Zi Chen sat on the throne.
The surrounding Shura space suddenly shook, and then waves of power poured into Zi Chen's body along the throne.
His injuries healed visibly to the naked eye, and his momentum immediately began to skyrocket.
At the same time, a bloody crown was gathering on Zi Chen's head.
"Is it really Zi Chen?"
Everyone still can't believe it.
Zi Chen is obviously exhausted, how can he kill the clone of the Holy Lord?
Moreover, even if the clone of the Holy Lord dies, where will his body go?
Kong Zhishang looked towards Liu Yulin, "Can you find the problem?"
Liu Yulin slowly shook his head.
"Is it Zi Chen?" Kong Zhishang asked again, but he was obviously not sure at the moment.
"It's hard to say, but I feel that he should be Zi Chen." Liu Yulin responded via voice transmission.
"How could he kill a Holy Lord clone?" Kong Zhishang asked three times.
Liu Yulin couldn't answer, but she did feel that that person was Zi Chen.
"Whether it's Zi Chen or not, it's easy to verify. It depends on whether he will kill everyone next."
If it was a clone of the Holy Lord, everyone present would die. If it was Zi Chen, these people would naturally survive.
Liu Yulin continued, "Of course, it will be difficult for you and me then. So, no matter what the truth is, we have to leave."
"Can you leave?"
"The space in Shura Field is unstable at the moment, so we can take this opportunity to leave."
"Then let's go!"
Regardless of whether that person was really Zi Chen or another clone of the Holy Lord, Kong Zhishang did not dare to stay too long.
Liu Yulin held the divine seal and took advantage of the fact that no one was controlling the Shura field, so he took Kong Zhishang to break open the space and escape from the place.
Open entrance, instant healing, side
People on the side could only watch.
Seeing this, the others tried to leave here according to their own abilities, but obviously they were unsuccessful.
Therefore, they can only hope that Zi Chen is the Zi Chen they know.
Rather than some kind of product of seizing possession of one's body.
The moment is like a trial.
"It must be Zi Chen!"
Wang Yiling vowed to do so.
Even she didn't know where Zi Chen might win, but she just firmly believed that the person sitting on the throne was Zi Chen.
This is intuition!
The crown on Zi Chen's head is shaped and is red.
He has fully recovered from his injuries.
His momentum, back to its peak, is awe-inspiring.
Everyone else held their breath.
It's like waiting for the coming judgment.
Zi Chen stood up and looked around.
Is it Zi Chen?
Or a clone of the Holy Lord?
The answer is about to be revealed.
As far as the eye can see, I am invincible.
This is Zi Chen's biggest feeling at the moment.
The blood-red crown on his head allows him to know the size of this Shura field very well and use it freely.
Once the thought occurs, at least half of the people will die in an instant.
Zi Chen stretched out his hand and raised it gently.
Exclamations rang out from the crowd.
A man was dragged up by bloody palms.
He screamed, begged for help, and was terrified.
Seeing this, the others retreated and dispersed, and despair reappeared on their faces.
Keep killing people.
Then this person is undoubtedly the clone of the Holy Lord!
The bloody palm continued to increase its strength, and the man struggled faster and faster. Finally, his body expanded instantly and turned into an ugly spider.
"It's a monster!"
People around shouted.
Bang!
The bloody palm continued to increase force, and the demon's body exploded directly.
Then, another person was shrouded, turned into a demon and died.
After doing this, Zi Chen breathed out a breath.
The cold face showed the joy of surviving the disaster, and then he smiled.
It’s so dangerous!
The tense atmosphere around him suddenly relaxed.
No need for Zi Chen to say anything else, everyone already knew the answer.
Sure enough, Zi Chen waved his hand next.
The Shura field disappeared.
Everyone returns to this world.
Those who died just now were just two monsters hiding among the crowd.
Cheering, jumping, and excited roars came from all directions.
Many people died this time, but fortunately more people survived.
Zi Chen also had one more
An irregular sphere, the material is unknown, the surface seems to have been cut, showing different faces, like small spaces.
The crown on his head also disappeared.
"Zi Chen." Li Su and others came forward, and they were also very excited.
Zi Chen nodded and smiled at them and said, "It's so dangerous."
"Good guy, I'm really impressed. Even if you are like that, you can still kill the Holy Lord's clone. You should be a well-deserved invincible of the Divine Sect now." Li Su was very impressed.
I thought that this disaster could not be avoided, but who knew it would turn out again.
Li Su asked curiously, "How did you do it?"
This was Zi Chen's secret. No one else was embarrassed to ask, but Li Su spoke without any scruples.
Of course, Zi Chen would not answer this question in front of others. If he wanted to answer, he would not have deliberately provoked the Holy Lord's clone and isolated the two parties.
"Zi Chen."
Pang Qing led the people over and first saluted Zi Chen with fists in his hands.
The expressions of the people behind him were also very respectful.
Only Ren Bo was a little uneasy. After all, he was the one who sent Zi Chen in, and his attitude at the time was very bad.
Zi Chen returned the favor with cupped fists.
"Thank you very much this time."
The two said almost in unison, and then each laughed.
If Pang Qing hadn't brought out the treasure, many, many people would have died this time.
"Sir, please save my brother."
It's Yao Xiu.
I contacted Zi Chen last time and said that his younger brother was captured here twenty years ago.
Pang Qing naturally recognized the other party as they all came in together.
"Your brother isn't here?" Zi Chen asked.
Everyone is here this time. If the person the other party is looking for is not here, it means that his brother is dead.
After all, the number of people who came here has died exceeds one million.
"Not here." Yao Xiu seemed to know what Zi Chen was going to say, "My brother is not dead, look at this."
It is a jade pendant, with the light of the soul shining. As long as the owner is alive, the jade pendant will exist.
If you die, the jade pendant will break into pieces.
"Are you sure your brother is here?" Zi Chen looked at Yao Xiu.
"Sir, my family has a secret method. After using the secret method, I am very sure that my brother is here. However, I have been looking for it for a long time, but I can't find it."
Yao Xiu is just a successor. To be able to survive to this level is because he is lucky enough.
Zi Chen fell into deep thought.
The clone of the Holy Lord died, and the altar was proved to be just a Shura field, not the final test of the Chosen One.
This is all a conspiracy.
So, is becoming a Holy Lord a conspiracy?
If it's not a conspiracy, where is this opportunity?
Zi Chen rose into the sky, standing high in the sky, and his spiritual power spread out in an instant.