The shattering of the statue stunned the two people present except Chu Yi.
Especially the Sword Spirit, this is no ordinary statue. The material of this statue is not ordinary stone, but Wutian Divine Iron.
This kind of divine iron cannot be destroyed even by the great power of destruction.
This is what Sword Spirit is looking for, so that this sculpture will not decay or weather in the years.
It is precisely because Wutian Divine Iron is extremely difficult to damage that the sword spirit can be molded into its shape, but it cannot carve out the heroic appearance of the Demon Lord.
How could a sculpture like this be damaged?
It collapsed into pieces, as if the statue could not withstand the worship of the demonic clone.
"Oh my God! This is simply damning! My lord! My lord! Xiaojian is sorry for you!" Sword Spirit spoke tremblingly, almost crying.
If it weren't for the sword's inability to shed tears, the river would be filled with floods at this moment.
"...."
The demonic clone did not expect that the statue of the demon lord would be damaged.
"I think... we can still save it." The demonic clone coughed, stood up, walked to the broken pieces of the statue, and squatted down in front of it.
He picked up a broken piece, and a weight suddenly hit him, making his hand freeze.
"It's so heavy. This piece weighs at least a million tons!"
"Damn it! Which great power are you reincarnated? Among the four great realms, under the destiny, only Wang Wuxin and Xiaoyao can compete with the Demon Lord, but they cannot let my Lord bow his head, even if it is taboo. Let my lord bend down. Only two people."
"That's the Emperor, and that one... God damn it! Could it be that you are the Emperor reborn?"
The boy's voice was slightly trembling, filled with anger and fear.
"You mean, I bowed because the Demon Lord couldn't bear it? That's why it collapsed?" The demonic clone had just picked up the second broken piece and was about to glue it together. He was also stunned when he heard this sentence.
"Nonsense! Otherwise, how could the statue of the Demon Lord made of Wutian Divine Iron be damaged so easily?"
After finishing his words, Sword Spirit exclaimed again.
"Damn it! This is a puppet without a heart! How could you have a puppet without a heart? There is no mistake, you are the emperor! Otherwise, how could you have a puppet without a heart?"
Sword Spirit called Wang Wuxin's puppet three times in a row, and he was obviously very surprised to see this puppet.
"..."
The demonic clone shook his head. He said: "I am not an emperor. As for this puppet, it is because I obtained the Yanshi Lu from Wang Wuxin."
"Impossible. If you just get the inheritance of Wang Wuxin, how can the statue of my lord be broken into pieces? Although Wang Wuxin is very powerful and not inferior to my lord, they are both equally powerful. How could it be like this?"
The demonic clone pondered slightly, and he seemed to understand something.
"Senior Sword Spirit, can you go to a place with me? When you get there, you may understand."
"Where are you going? You don't want to kill Jian to silence him, do you? Jian... Master Jian... isn't afraid of you!" Sword Spirit's tone had betrayed him, and he was obviously extremely frightened.
"..."
The demonic clone was speechless. This sword spirit had obviously suffered a big loss at the hands of the emperor, otherwise it would not be so frightened.
"Don't resist." The demonic clone spoke and waved his hand.
The sword spirit was stunned when he heard the words, then he cursed loudly and said: "Are you stupid to be a sword master? Don't resist, let me be slaughtered by you?"
"My lord! Xiaojian, I'm sorry for you. Your inheritance...Xiaojian couldn't protect it. Just now, I was celebrating, thinking that your tradition and wish were finally succeeded by someone!"
"The crime of the little sword deserves death! Rather than let the reincarnation of the emperor catch it, I would rather break it! When the little sword breaks out of the siege, find a piece of divine iron that is harder than the little sword and smash it to death!"
The top of the night sky and the sky are filled with complicated hearts. On the lower level, the white clouds are frivolous again. The ground below was ablaze with red fire.
Among the fiery reds, there are emerald greens.
Before the sword spirit could react, it was already in another world, and it flew out quickly.
Its speed is so fast that even the demonic clone cannot detect it.
"Don't disturb me when I'm watching the sea and meditating on the inner wall."
In the bamboo forest below, a white-haired man wearing white clothes sat cross-legged. In front of him, a picture scroll hung open.
I have my eyes closed, but the lids of my eyelids are burning with thick flames, and their color can compete with the bright moon in the sky.
"It seems that I am almost here." The demonic clone withdrew his gaze and looked towards the southern sky.
That big sword disappeared from the south and is now out of sight.
The demonic clone shook his head and reached forward.
Chu Cheng is in charge of the Taichu Stone. In this Taichu space, with a thought, he can move quickly. Everything is under his control.
With this press, there was no fluctuation in the surrounding area. But a black light flew past him.
"Why doesn't this place look like the Fairy Garden?" Sword Spirit just noticed the differences everywhere, and the next moment he saw a black clothed figure in front of him, and he immediately exclaimed.
"Damn it! Why did I get caught up!"
The sword spirit screamed loudly, and in an instant, an invisible force surged toward it from all directions.
The big sword wanted to break through this invisible force, but found that he could not break free and was tightly imprisoned.
"Damn it! Master Jian, am I not going to die soon?"
The sword spirit yelled again, and then a warm hand held it.
"Take you to meet someone." In order to resolve the misunderstanding, the demonic clone had to take it to see that person.
Otherwise, I'm afraid this magic sword won't be able to be used by him.
This is the Demon Lord's natal sword, and the power of the sword is naturally terrifying. If the sword spirit hadn't mistaken him for the emperor and was frightened, he would have been killed with just one sword strike.
This divine sword must be used by him, so that his strength can increase several times.
"Emperor... have mercy on me! I am just a weapon spirit. My master hated you back then, but it has nothing to do with me!"
The sword spirit was frightened out of his wits, crying and shouting.
"..."
The demonic clone was even more speechless.
The demon lord's obsession was continued by it, creating a big dream that refused to wake up. Its appearance is undoubtedly stunning. Let the demonic clone be moved by the scene.
But he didn't expect that when faced with a crisis, he changed hands and sold it to his owner.
Fortunately, the demon lord had already fallen for a long time, otherwise he would have been so angry that he would have to break the demon sword and wipe out the soul of the sword before he could undo it.
"What I want to take you to see is the Demon Lord's lifelong obsession, the eternal beauty for him."
The demonic clone spoke softly, and the figure had already landed on the ground and walked towards a bamboo house.
"Obsession? Beautiful?" Sword Spirit was stunned, and his cries suddenly stopped. Suddenly, I felt the hand holding it begin to tremble.
It was a finger wrapped around a strand of hair, from gentle to violent.
"No way..." Sword Spirit exclaimed.
The demonic clone walked into the house and came to the jade bed.
There lies the unparalleled splendor of the world.
"Fuck! It's that one!"
If there were two eyes on this big sword, they would be very wide open at this time. If there was a mouth, it would be able to open it enough to swallow a star.
"She can be said to be my master." The demonic clone looked at the sleeping person and spoke softly.
As the words fell, a bright moon illuminated the sky.
