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Shua!

Ye Lan raised his head, drew out the Absolute Spirit Sword expressionlessly, and then continued to move forward.

Zila!

As Ye Lan dragged the sword along, the sword tip left a long sword mark on the ground.

Just like a knight with a bit of fantasy, he was a little tired, and perhaps a little scarred, dragging the long sword all the way forward, staining the yellow sand and stone surface.

Always and always, towards the final opponent.

"In this case..." The touch of the ancient god may be a little puzzled, but after all, the rampant voice slowly sounded.

I don't know how to lose.

"I hope you have said goodbye to everyone."

Swish! !

The overwhelming tentacles finally formed their own form in the darkness, and from all directions, with a stabbing posture, stabbed at Ye Lan who had walked to the center of the room.

Endless, step by step murderous intent, as if there were thousands of huge spears of the ancient god, stabbing from all angles that could be prevented and could not be prevented!

Swish!

Ye Lan finally stopped, raised his head at this moment, and his eyeballs turned into azure blue.

Boom!

Swish! !

A flourishing blue mist spread out, forming a barrier around Ye Lan. The endless tentacles and the blue mist blended with each other, just like hitting meat into a meat grinder, and were chopped into pieces of spiritual energy "minced meat".

Zizi!

Endless sharp tentacles fell down. Even though... the blue mist did not look thick.

Even though some of the power had already pierced in, countless blood marks had appeared on Ye Lan's body.

But at this moment, the clone of the Ancient God's Touch finally changed color!

"You are not 002!"

He roared, and the power began to shrink back, and then once again, like an arrow on a string, aimed at Ye Lan from all directions.

"What kind of power is this? No... No! You are..."

"Ye Lan!!"

Ye Lan finally raised his head again, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Yeah. Did you really just realize it now?"

Boom boom boom!

The tentacles of the Ancient God's Touch between heaven and earth suddenly began to stir, and then began to shrink back frantically.

While the power was shrinking, it was still a little eager to try, and the sound was both shocked and terrified.

"Crazy! You are really crazy! You are so weak, and you dare to come to me alone like this?"

"Yes." Ye Lan didn't want to explain why he was so weak now, but just nodded gently: "But you are so weak, why are you the vulnerable one?"

Vulnerable?

The Ancient God's Touch clone, which had just condensed its main body, gritted his teeth, looked at Ye Lan, and gritted his teeth tightly.

Afterwards, his power gathered and surged again, and the endless tentacles pointed at Ye Lan in the middle from all directions with their sharp sides.

"You... Hehe, hahaha! So what if it's you?" The clone of the Touch of the Ancient God roared: "With your current lack of power! Do you really think that with that funny sword in your hand, you can defeat me?"

"There has long been a gap between you and me that can never be crossed!"

Ye Lan sneered softly.

"Really? Then you should show up completely and fight."

Ye Lan was speechless. The current state of this clone of the Touch of the Ancient God was very interesting.

The whole body was half virtual and half real, condensing half of the body here, and the remaining power was spread everywhere.

It was almost clear that he didn't dare to fight you with all his strength and was ready to run away at any time.

"Why, did you shrink back again?"

"...Because." The clone of the Touch of the Ancient God couldn't help but mutter softly: "The Lord God said that we clones shouldn't get excited and want to fight when we see that Ye Lan is not right. You are a sinister guy."

The corners of Ye Lan's mouth twitched slightly.

Why am I so cunning?

Seeing that I don't even dare to fight, what's the point of having such a powerful power?

I'm... ashamed for you!

"But..." The clone of the Touch of the Ancient God flashed a cold light, and then the power of the Touch of the Ancient God between heaven and earth became completely agitated. "I think today, let's fight!"

"Even if it's the original body, I'm afraid you can't think that you are so weak, right?"

The more the Touch of the Ancient God spoke, the more calm he became.

"If you are bluffing, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to run."

"And me! Even if I really can't beat you, if I want to run, you can't stop me!"

Boom!

Looking at the Touch of the Ancient God that was completely condensed in the room and in front of him.

Feeling the endless power brewing, Ye Lan raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Countless tentacles stuck together one after another, fused, squirmed, and finally became a whole.

It gradually transformed into a spear, held in the hands of the increasingly solid Ancient God's Touch clone, brazenly preparing to strike at him with all his strength.

At the same time, about one-third of the Ancient God's Touch power, in the form of mist, half-sticked to the wall of the control room, probably what He said, you can run anytime you want.

But... heh.

"You know..." Ye Lan's mouth curled up slightly: "You really should listen to your original body."

Pah!

In this gathering of wind and cloud, with infinite power and murderous intent surrounding him, Ye Lan raised his hand at the moment of preparing for the final blow.

Pah!

A deafening snap of fingers sounded, and then it was like the sky was falling.

Boom boom boom!

Before the Touch of the Ancient God could react, the entire control room was left with a huge rumbling sound, and the entire room seemed to be collapsing.

Boom boom boom!

In the even greater tremor, it seemed that something was released by Ye Lan from somewhere.

It was as if hail had begun to fall from the sky. Only... it was something harder than hail.

Thousands of stones of different sizes fell down!

Boom boom boom!

"Ah!"

At first, the Touch of the Ancient God did not dodge at all. But soon, He actually screamed repeatedly.

"What! What is this thing! It actually hurt me?"

"It's not a thing, it just hurts you." The corners of Ye Lan's mouth curled up slightly:

"Absolute Spirit Mine, familiar?"

Absolute Spirit Mine?

The color of the Touch of the Ancient God has changed a little.

In such an inadvertent moment, endless Absolute Spirit Ore appeared out of thin air, almost completely blocking the control room from all sides!

At this moment, the entire huge control room was filled with Absolute Spirit Ore. Only less than 50 square meters of space in the middle was left, and Ye Lan, who was holding a sword, was directly opposite him.

And facing him, he completely revealed his true form. He looked extremely skinny, hidden in the dark tentacles, and the touch of the ancient god with a hideous human face and tentacles was looming.

"Now, none of us can run away."

Ye Lan raised the Absolute Spirit Sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the touch of the ancient god.

"No one can use spiritual power, and no one can leave."

"Between you and me, the only thing is death."