Every cause must bear fruit, your catastrophe is me

"Finally broke through!"

Ziwei Xingjun said lightly, he was not at all happy to break through to the half-step supreme realm. After all, with the experience of the deity, it was only a short time for him to break through the half-step supreme realm.

And after more than ten years of traveling in the starry sky, his comprehension of the laws of the stars is not inferior to that of the deity's comprehension of other laws, but it is not as good as the laws of the thunder system and the laws of reincarnation.

Of course, only he knows how much difference there is, but at this time, as a member of the Xinghai tribe, he is naturally very sensitive to the law of the stars. He believes that with the help of this talent, his law of the stars will catch up one day.

With a wave of his hand, he cleaned up some useless garbage around him, and he started a new round of retreat.

Only those who can endure loneliness can become strong. He didn't know where he heard it, but he felt that this saying was quite true.

Compared with Tang Yin, his temperament seems a little cold, as if he doesn't care so much about everything.

"Is this the Xinghai Clan's own personality, or a change of themselves!"

Sometimes he can't tell the difference, but he doesn't care.Whether it's his character or the character of the Xinghai Clan, it seems to have no effect on him.

At this time, it has been almost a year since Tang Yin left. One year may be a long time for ordinary people in the world, but for cultivators like them, it is just a blink of an eye.

And to be able to break through from the peak of Jinxian to the half-step supreme in one year, to be honest, if it weren't for the resources left by the deity, I'm afraid it would have been impossible.

Originally, these resources were used for avatars, but Ziwei Xingjun was used for breakthroughs.

If Tang Yin knew about it, he would probably die of heartache.

However, in Ziwei Xingjun's view, only after he has become stronger, can he create a clone to ensure the quality. As for the quantity, it is not his pursuit, and the predecessor of this body is not because of the pursuit of quantity but not quality. Master Kunpeng killed it with one strike?

That's why he would do the opposite. In this way, at least he could save his own life before looking for other things.

Now that his own strength can no longer be improved quickly, then it is time to complete the tasks assigned by the deity and create clones.

To make a clone, to be honest, he didn't want to create those ordinary clones, but if there were no ordinary clones, it would be uncomfortable if he died and couldn't be resurrected.

After thinking about it, he decided to create only thirteen ordinary clones, which could be hidden on different planets.

Of course, since these ordinary avatars cannot be cultivated, they can only pursue a very high starting point when making them.

With his current strength, he can only create ordinary avatars of the highest Immortal King realm, even if he uses more precious things.

So for some avatars, he will not deliberately pursue perfection.

It is very simple to create an ordinary avatar, just recombine one's own blood and some body tissues.

However, in order to give it a higher location, he also prepared some resources. These resources can neither play any role in cultivation for these clones, but can only ensure that the physical strength of these clones is no less than that of the great witch.

Soon, a mysterious formation was laid out from Ziwei Xingjun's hands. As for the use of this formation?

Even if he absorbed the consciousness of the Xinghai Clan patriarch, he didn't know it. Anyway, he knew from the Xinghai Clan's consciousness that this formation was used to create clones.

As for the others, he doesn't know, so he can only experiment slowly in the future.

Stretching out a few spells, the whole formation instantly became a little different, and the aura seemed to be imitating the aura of the soul of the human race.

I don't know how long it took, as the last magic formula was hit in the formation, the formation instantly shone brightly.

A breath of vitality slowly gathered.

Ziwei Xingjun knew that now was the time to start, a pair of eyes flashed a bright light, and a few drops of ordinary blood were forced out from his fingers, heading towards the center of the formation.

But feel the slight changes.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, a piece of finger broke off directly, and blood flowed down the finger. With a flick of the middle finger, all the blood from the broken finger was sent into the formation.

With a wave of his hand, countless medicinal materials went towards the formation, and under the action of the formation, they turned into drops of green liquid and flowed towards the vitality contained in it.

As the vitality began to become more and more intense, Ziwei Xingjun waved his hand and played out the magic formula again and again. At the moment when the big formation was formed, the gathered vitality turned into thirteen strands and went in different directions.

"Shh!"

Taking a deep breath, Ziwei Xingjun was already sweating profusely, and wiped his forehead with his hand.

Looking down at the bleeding finger, the mana was running for a while, and a flash of life suddenly flashed. At this time, the severed finger had already returned to its original state, and there was no abnormality.

"What a tiring job!"

Evaporating the sweat all over his body, Ziwei Xingjun said to himself.

He didn't expect that it would be so difficult just to create these ordinary clones, and there were only thirteen ordinary clones. If it was time to create real clones, wouldn't it be exhausting.

Thinking of this, he even somewhat regretted agreeing to the conditions of the deity. Just the twelve real avatars, he doesn't know how many years it will take to build them.

However, thinking about the problems faced by the deity, it is not something he can deal with now.

You can't ignore the deity's life and death!
"Hey! What a tiring life!"

Sighing, Ziwei Xingjun didn't want to talk anymore, and the big formation started to move to a critical moment.

The thirteen breaths circulated continuously in the formation, as if they were constantly communicating with each other.

A stream of distinctly different breaths began to rise continuously.

Even one or two of them rose extremely fast.

"Is this going to change?"

Ziwei Xingjun's eyes lit up, and he said with some anticipation that during the years he followed Tang Yin, he did not rarely see Tang Yin's changes in alchemy or weapon refining.

And as Tang Yin's avatar, although he didn't know how much luck he had inherited, he knew that his own luck must not be low.

After all, he not only represents Tang Yin, but also the only member of the Xinghai clan. It can be said that the luck of the entire Xinghai clan rests on him.

Although compared to Tang Yin's luck, he might be lacking, but he might not be much lower than some races.

In a blink of an eye, all thirteen auras had reached the peak of the Golden Immortal, and even one or two of them had begun to move towards the realm of the Immortal King.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three powerful auras came out from the large formation in an instant, and began to disperse towards the surroundings.

"That can't be done!"