Quanmin: I recited the Three Thousand Daozang and became a Celestial Master

The Lord of Dark Terror naturally recognized these things. Each of them mastered a supreme emperor-level law, and they were all very powerful beings in the past.

Most of them belonged to Hongjun's era, and a few were the strong men of his time. Unexpectedly, Hongjun had collected twelve of them unknowingly.

"You let them go, are you planning to give Ye Xiang a warning? Don't let him fail to show off his power and end up showing off his power instead." The Lord of Dark Terror teased.

Hongjun was too lazy to pay attention to him and looked down through the chessboard.

"It's true that he can't lose, but one hit is all it takes."

“I put a lot of thought into these guys.”

"Really? Then I'm really looking forward to it."

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Twelve figures suddenly came down from the transcendent world, surrounded Ye Xiang, and without saying a word, they directly used their most powerful supernatural powers of the supreme law.

Each of them is an extremely powerful supreme law.

The shape and appearance are exactly the same, but the supreme law is very easy to distinguish.

One of them was holding a small black knife. He suddenly raised his head and stabbed his own neck in a strange way.

A huge supreme soul was released from his body, dark and huge like the light of the god of death, sacrificing the soul!

The moment this light was formed, it instantly attacked Ye Xiang.

Ye Xiang frowned slightly, and the chaos patterns on his body flashed away. He did not dodge or counterattack, and allowed the opponent to attack him.

Most of these guys were brought down by Hongjun, but they are so weak, what do they want to do?

Does Hongjun really think that he can suppress him by training twelve supreme emperors? Perhaps the oppression from all of them combined is not as strong as that from one Jieyue.

"He really doesn't hide."

"Indeed, he doesn't even bother to hide. Who would have known that these twelve people working together could trigger a transcendental magical power? But he's not stupid, he'll find out soon enough."

While the two were talking, a terrifying dark light slammed heavily into Ye Xiang.

However, Ye Xiang felt like he was basking in the sun, without any harm, let alone pain.

He raised his hand, and the Chaos Talisman instantly pierced through the opponent's chest from between his fingers.

However, there was no flesh or blood, it was very hollow, like wood.

"Not the real body?" The Lord of Dark Terror was a little surprised. He really couldn't see it at first.

Hongjun shook his head, "Of course not, I merged them into one body, inhabited by twelve souls. I call this work, the Heavenly Puppet."

The dark light on Ye Xiang's body did not stop. Another person completed the prelude to the spell. A red blood sun emerged from the sky, and chains of nothingness penetrated from the dark, trying to pierce his flesh and blood body.

This feeling was somewhat similar to Vladimir's, the Chaos Power transformed the sword and cut it off, but although the chain did not fall, there was still a sense of detachment that wanted to suck the life out of him.

Following closely behind, more and more supreme magic spells attacked at the same time.

Fatal curse, time separation, space distortion, mental brain, memory disorder, elemental rampage, puppet manipulation, black flame burning the world, dimensional star-devouring hole, the last one actually summoned out someone who looked like him.

Ye Xiang frowned, his eyes deep, he felt a kind of transcendent limit and critical point.

It's a coincidence.

These supreme techniques seemed to be able to create a perfect opponent for him.

But in the next moment, countless chaotic sword lights bloomed like lotus flowers.

Then these figures disappeared one by one like withered petals, without any resistance.

Ye Xiang didn't even use the Chaos Green Lotus, as he continued to fly towards the Transcendent Realm without stopping.

"Those little gadgets of yours don't seem as powerful as you said." The Lord of Dark Terror couldn't help but say.

Hongjun smiled but said nothing, his eyes were deep, "It will take some time."

Ye Xiang continued to fly forward in the void, and suddenly, he felt something was wrong, a feeling as if he was half separated from his body, yet it seemed as if nothing had changed.

This feeling only lasted for a moment, and before I could come to my senses, it had disappeared.

When he raised his head, he saw a figure that looked exactly like him, but with a completely different aura of life.

But in terms of momentum and realm, it was like copy and paste, and suddenly, out of this nothingness, an existence exactly like Ye Xiang was created.

"Interesting, decomposing a transcendent magical power into twelve parts to prevent me from seeing through it, does the concealing effect apply to me?" Ye Xiang murmured in a low voice.

There is no doubt that the most difficult enemy is often yourself.

But this is only for others. For Ye Xiang, surpassing himself is only a matter of time.

Without any hesitation, both of them were in full swing, acting at the same time, punching each other!

The terrifying range of the instantaneous explosion caused by the collision of the two fists could be clearly seen in the distant Jie Yue. That range was no less than the complete annihilation of a kingdom of heaven.

But this is just the beginning, and this is only in the void. If it happens in other places, who knows how many lives will be affected.

Pure taijutsu, pure physical strength, pure reflexes.

Ye Xiang fought to his heart's content in this battle, but the opponent had a mocking smile on his face from time to time.

Moreover, Ye Xiang vaguely felt that the opponent's strength was steadily increasing over time, in all aspects.

This kind of transcendent magical power, which can perfectly copy everything about the enemy and improve itself over time, is really rogue.

But what the other party copied was only his own shape and chaotic state, and neither his magical powers nor his magic skills were copied.

After Ye Xiang realized this in his heart, he no longer tried his chaotic physique.

He spread out his hands, the power of chaos surged at his fingertips, and he sacrificed the Chaos Green Lotus magic treasure.

Soon, ripples appeared in the surrounding void, as if an invisible force was trying to trap his copy.

Upon seeing this, the replica also quickly formed seals, with no error in its movements.

But it sacrificed a completely different Chaos Green Lotus Spirit Treasure, but a black Tao Seed.

His aura was noticeably weaker as he tried to break through the ripple barrier around him.

Ye Xiang condensed a long sword in his hand, the sword body flashed with chaotic light, he used the Dao Sword Return to Oneness, and slashed at the clone with the sword.

The clone was unable to dodge and was cut by the sword. The wound across half of the body did not bleed, but instead emitted tiny cracks, from which the hollow divine light was revealed.

Ye Xiang took advantage of the victory and attacked with several swords in succession.

The clone was retreating step by step, but when it saw Ye Xiang approaching actively, its eyes suddenly changed, and it gave up defense and pounced on him.

More and more sharp threads burst out from the body, and these threads connected to the transcendental world not far behind him.

It goes without saying that Hongjun never tried to give up controlling him.

Seeing this, Ye Xiang remained calm and advanced instead of retreating.

Just when they were about to touch each other, the Taoist formation under their feet shook, and their figure disappeared instantly. When they appeared again, they had circled behind the clone.

He swung the sword in his hand with force, cutting all the threads. The clone's head flew up, and then the whole body turned into twelve rays of light and dispersed.