"Get out of the way!"
Jian Chi shouted in the air.
As soon as the spirit of the white-haired old woman appeared, the surrounding void rippled and roared, and a majestic power that destroyed the world spread in all directions.
All the sword energy in the hall was crushed and made invisible.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the white-haired old woman.
"This, this is a powerful soul that transcends the Holy King realm!"
"A powerful soul at the level of a saint! Who is this person?"
"The Yin spirit in the Demonic Burial Abyss has been baptized for thousands of years, and the power of this person's soul is still so powerful. Then his cultivation during his lifetime has surpassed the Saint Realm, and even surpassed the God Transformation Realm!"
…
Several people's expressions changed drastically.
The power of the white-haired old woman's soul is too terrifying!
It was like a mountain hanging upside down above their heads, causing everyone to temporarily stop attacking. They all stayed in place, their eyes cautious, watching every move of the white-haired old woman.
"No wonder Qin Nan is so perverted that he can be intimidated by him! With such a powerful soul, not to mention him, even I may not be able to escape death!"
Emperor Wuji was secretly speechless.
He stared at the white-haired old woman. As long as this person dared to take action against him, he would run away in an instant and would never stay any longer.
Boom!
Losing the control of the white-haired old woman, Qin Nan's body fell to the ground like a dead corpse, and his head drooped to the side. Only skin and flesh were connected. Otherwise, Qin Nan's head would definitely roll away like a rubber ball.
Within the consciousness sea space.
Qin Nan was furious.
Without the control of the white-haired old woman, he quickly regained control of his physical body.
However, his head was almost completely severed, which made him very embarrassed. If he re-entered the physical body, he would definitely suffer endless pain.
If he does not enter the physical body, he can only give up this physical body and take someone else's body to be reborn.
As a result, his previous training will be in vain.
This physical body is so powerful that it has reached the holy realm. Looking at the entire Tianlong world, it is difficult to find the number of five fingers.
What's more, Qin Nan's Dantian space has gradually evolved into a small world.
If you give up, everything will have to start again.
"Nima! What should I do?"
Qin Nan was extremely anxious.
Time was running out, and he had no time to think about why the white-haired old woman cut off his head.
Was it intentional?
Or unintentionally?
None of this matters anymore!
"Senior, do you have any good ideas? Let me behead my head and survive!"
Qin Nan was helpless and could only seek help from the Immortal Sword Spirit.
"Decapitating one's head to survive" is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.
Within the Dantian space.
The young monk transformed by the soul of the Immortal Sword slowly opened his eyes, showing disdain. There was also a hint of sternness in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:
"Damn old woman, how dare you do such a dirty trick!"
He seemed to have figured out the true identity of the white-haired old woman a long time ago, and there was a bit of solemnity in his eyes as he continued:
"Boy, good luck to you! I have just awakened the memory of the secret technique of clone! Remember, this technique must not be easily revealed to others in this world, otherwise, you will be hunted down by countless people in the world!"
"The secret technique of clone?"
"What secret technique is this? Could it be splitting myself in half?"
Qin Nan was shocked.
He quickly came back to his senses, stood in the consciousness sea space, leaned down to salute, and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you, senior, for the gift! I will definitely keep it in my heart! I will never show it to others easily!"
"then!"
The young monk transformed into the soul of the Eternal Life Sword waved his hand in the air, and dots of golden brilliance emerged from the space of the sea of consciousness.
Qin Nan quickly looked closely.
Little bits of golden brilliance turned into golden words.
The secret technique of doppelganger! There are ninety-nine and eighty-one floors in total.
After cultivating to the first level, you can split into two and develop a clone with the same level of cultivation as yourself.
After practicing to the second level, it can be divided into four parts.
The third floor is divided into eight.
The fourth floor is divided into sixteen parts.
And so on, until level ninety-nine and eighty-one.
"Damn it! It's so scary! If you practice at level ninety-nine and eighty-one, how many clones will you have?"
Qin Nan was shocked.
According to this calculation, if he really reaches the 81st level, his number of clones will be nearly over 100 million!
Billions of clones? What a concept, one person can dominate a big world and become the supreme overlord.
Within the sea of consciousness, the golden words flipped and vibrated.
Qin Nan stared again.
"Attention! Each clone needs the main body to divide its own soul."
"After the split, each clone of the main body also has an independent consciousness. Unless the clone goes crazy, each clone will be extremely loyal to the main body."
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The top part is an introduction to the secret technique of clone, while the following content is the specific practice method.
After watching the secret cultivation method, Qin Nan was shocked and couldn't calm down for a long time.
He knew in his heart that this kind of technique definitely did not belong to the world of Tianlong.
Then there is only one answer left!
The secret technique of clone comes from the ancient world, a powerful world highly respected by Lao Niu and the others.
"Thank you, senior, for the gift!"
Qin Nan thanked him again.
He ran the Heaven-Swallowing Sword Technique crazily in his body, and used the powerful swallowing energy to forcefully connect his head and neck.
After that, he did not return to his physical body for the time being, but practiced the clone technique with his soul body.
"All things on the great road are based on all spirits. Monks can use the foundation of the great road to divide the soul, cast a clone, practice together in heaven and earth, and understand the great road of heaven and earth...".
The secret technique of clone is like the sound of thunder filling the ears.
outside world.
Inside the main hall, there was deathly silence.
The white-haired old woman is so powerful!
Di Wuji and the others all had solemn expressions on their faces, and they could only watch helplessly as she stepped onto another coffin.
"A bunch of ants! If anyone dares to take action, I will take away your body!"
The white-haired old woman let out an infectious laugh, with a look of disdain on her face.
If time were not pressed, she would really want to kill these geniuses of the human race in front of her.
He has already felt the taste of Tianlong World's destiny from these people. Swallowing them can also restore a lot of her cultivation, but she will also owe karma.
Di Wuji and others had cold eyes and remained silent.
Bai Xiaosheng and Mie Dao looked at each other, thoughtfully, and quietly retreated to the rear.
They knew in their hearts that this place was a done deal.
They lost the opportunity to compete for physical inheritance.
Boom!
The white-haired old woman grinned, grabbed the coffin with her illusory hands, and flew it away.
The void roared, blazing flames burned inside, and a shadowy figure stepped out from the fireworks.
"How dare this man still be alive!"
"No, it seems that there is only one residual spirit left!"
"What a powerful aura! Even if there is only a ray of soul, the aura on this person can still make us intimidated."
…
Tianjianmen Jianchi, Wantongge Wanshan, Wankong, Di Wuji and others were shocked again.
One after another, with awe in their eyes, they looked at the humanoid figure coming out of the flames in the coffin.
"I never expected that this emperor, who has been dormant for thousands of years again, would still be able to see you!"
The phantoms of people gradually condensed into entities, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and black hair blowing against their faces.
This is a middle-aged sword cultivator, carrying two swords on his back, and a terrifying aura surges through his hands and feet.
His whole body was burning with blazing flames, like the god of fire descending,
The momentum of his body shook the void, tearing apart the turbulent flow of the void. The huge pressure of the momentum caused everyone present to hibernate.
"Water Emperor Gongtian, when your father raged against Mount Buzhou, causing the heaven and earth to collapse, and the human race suffered heavy casualties. If it hadn't been for the emperor's order, you would have turned into a pile of bones."
An old voice came.
"Proverbs of Heaven's Punishment!"
Everyone was shocked.
They looked up again, only to see a big hand reaching up to the sky and rewinding, the void shook, and it directly grabbed the corpse inside the coffin.
