Chapter five hundred and thirty-two, monks without spiritual roots
Endless divine light falls.
It has the vast power to purify evil spirits.
The auras of the seven mysterious golden-robed men seemed to be connected together, creating some kind of mysterious connection, and the power of the divine light they displayed became even more powerful.
This should also be a secret technique of combined attack.
But Lin Xi had never heard of it.
This blow was enough to completely destroy him.
But Lin Xi was not afraid at all.
He performed the Move Cloud Step and hid behind the clone of the master of Linxian Pavilion.
The aura of the clone was even more terrifying. Just a flick of the sleeves caused the great road to roar, and a blue cloud fell, covering and engulfing the divine light, dissipating in the heaven and earth.
"Your Majesty, the Pavilion Master!!" Lin Xi shouted in a low voice.
However, the clone ignored Lin Xi.
Obviously, although it is a clone, there are still some differences from the original body.
The aura of this clone is extremely sharp, exuding a terrifying energy that makes people palpitate, and its eyes are cold, like a killing machine specially designed for fighting.
The clone stared at the seven golden-robed men for a long time, and finally said: "Which family are you from?"
Even he couldn't figure out which force the other party belonged to.
The smell is so strange.
Never encountered this before.
Regardless of whether it was a skill or a secret technique, it gave him a sense of strangeness, but the trajectory of the opponent's spiritual energy and the way it was displayed revealed a "sensation of advancedness."
Could it be that a force with such an impressive method is not well-known on the mainland?
Not seen for thousands of years?
It's very uncomfortable to see the pursuer but not see the power behind it.
The man in golden robe did not answer, but said coldly: "Get out of the way, otherwise you will definitely cause disaster."
"Hahaha, that's ridiculous." The clone sneered, arrogant and violent, completely unlike the former master of Linxian Pavilion, but this time he looked even more terrifying.
"Causing disaster."
"I would like to see who can bring disaster to me."
The clone burst out with a shocking aura.
The whole person turned into a horrifying light and rushed towards the seven golden-robed men. The space was torn apart, the endless avenues shook one after another, and the world in this area seemed to collapse.
Although the clone's strength is only at the peak of the God Transformation, the understanding of the Great Dao at the combined level is real, and the power it unleashes is naturally far beyond that of the God Transformation.
And these seven golden-robed men are only at the peak of Nascent Soul, so how can they resist.
However, facing the unrivaled power, they did not choose to leave. Instead, they gathered together without any fear, and a dazzling light emerged from their bodies.
Seven rays of golden light gathered together and turned into a golden wall, like a sacred wall of prohibition, which actually blocked the clone's attack.
This secret technique of combined attack is really amazing.
"Hmph." The clone stared coldly at the wall of restriction, squeezed the magic weapon, transformed into a blue cloud, and rushed away in a mighty manner.
Break it for me!
The winds and clouds surged, and the mountains and rivers were flooded.
The mighty blue clouds swept away, hit the wall of restriction, and directly dispersed it. After all, the gap in strength was still too big to be able to stop it at all.
The seven golden-robed men shook their bodies, vomited blood, and flew out one after another.
"Let me see who you are, dare to threaten me?" The clone flew up, trying to tear off their golden robes and see their true colors.
The seven golden-robed men were obviously frightened, their bodies were trembling, and the golden light shining on their bodies was still trying to put up a final resistance.
"Hmph, you dare to talk nonsense in front of me with this little strength." The clone was very disdainful towards the seven golden-robed men.
No matter who the other person is.
Even if it is an important monk secretly cultivated by Shengjing Immortal Mansion, he is not prepared to let it go.
This is to declare to the world that Qingyun Sect is not someone to be trifled with.
The clone pinched the spell, and a frightening blue light directly crushed the golden light on the opponent's body. Cracks appeared in the seven golden robes, and then they suddenly shattered.
The golden robe was broken, revealing seven pale faces. Their eyes were empty and full of fear, but they were still mumbling words.
"The power of the gods, protect us."
"The light that purifies sin and sweeps away all demons in the world."
"The humble servant begs God for protection."
“Please kill all these blasphemers who are defiling God’s soil!!”
There is a hint of magical power in the chanting sound, which is full of rhythm and disgusting flavor.
The clone frowned.
He didn't recognize any of the seven people in front of him.
They should not be famous monks in the world of immortality.
It is rare for the peak state of Nascent Soul to be so declared without being obvious.
"Gods? They are all cultivators of immortality, but they believe in illusory gods?" The clone was very contemptuous of this.
The so-called gods are nothing more than fictitious mythical characters.
No one is even sure whether there are real immortals in the world.
Who would believe in gods?
Especially monks, who have already sensed the existence of heaven and earth, are even more scornful of this, because they can better understand the illusion of God.
I didn't expect that the seven Nascent Soul monks in front of me would actually believe in the so-called gods.
The leader of the seven people said angrily: "Bold."
"No matter who you are or what force you belong to, your only choice is death today." A cold light erupted in the clone's eyes, and a frightening light flashed.
The pupils of the seven people shrank, and then they lost their vitality.
The realms are so different that killing someone is just a thought.
"Are you okay?" The clone turned to look at Lin Xi.
Lin Xi shook his head: "Disciple is fine."
"Well, there should be no one who is against you." The light on the clone flickered and seemed to dissipate: "I will find out what forces these seven people come from, you don't have to worry."
"Disciple, I'm not worried, it's just a little strange."
"What's strange?"
Lin Xi pointed to the corpses of the seven golden-robed men and whispered: "My disciple has carefully observed that these seven people seem to...have no spiritual roots."
The original flashing light on the clone solidified again, and a strange light flashed in the eyes: "What!"
He looked at the seven corpses.
as expected.
If you check carefully, you can indeed find it.
These seven people have no spiritual roots at all.
Their realm is like rootless duckweeds, castles in the air that will crumble and collapse at any time, but if this is really the case, how can they be promoted to the Nascent Soul realm.
After careful inspection, although these seven people have no realm, they have never condensed the Nascent Soul, and the Lingtai Zi Mansion does not exist.
Just think...
"Puppet." Lin Xi whispered.
The clone nodded slowly.
That's right, puppet.
Could it be a puppet?
But he is obviously made of flesh and blood, and has his own mind, so how can he be a puppet? It's incredible.
"Could it be that the puppet was made by Shengjing Immortal Mansion using special secret techniques?" The clone guessed: "After all, Shengjing Immortal Mansion likes to study various secret techniques."
Lin Xi didn't know either, so she didn't dare to make a conclusion.
"You take these seven corpses back to the sect and let the people in the formation hall study them carefully. This matter must be kept secret first." The clone looked solemn.
If there really is such a secret method, then the world of immortal cultivation may change.
After going through hardships and hardships and practicing hard for hundreds of thousands of years, you can become the Nascent Soul.
The birth of every Nascent Soul monk is very difficult.
If there is a secret method to mass-produce Nascent Soul monks.