Chapter 271

The fall of the Divine Strike will be a stop for this planet.

Without Mo Ninglong's permission, who would dare to destroy this planet!?

The boundary in the painting is opened.

Scope – Global!

The god shot down, pointing straight at the core of the earth.

"It's good to catch up." Mo Ninglong looked at the stars in the middle of the painting, most of which were destroyed.

"Whew." Mo Ninglong, who was disguised, looked around, as if he had discovered the existence of the boundary in the painting.

The next second.

Endless light projectiles drowned it.

[Long Fourth Protection] protection was launched, but it was the other party who unfolded this layer of protection, not Mo Ninglong himself.

"Looks the same as me, and uses my technique." Mo Ninglong's eyes showed a dangerous gaze, and he pinched the pure black elf with both hands: "Who are you!" ”

"Woo~" The fake monster just turned its head, and then opened its mouth and asked, "Who am I?" ”

With a wave of his hand, the pure power tore apart the earth and hit Mo Ninglong directly.

"Heh, even if you have the same strength as me, you will already lose if you can be pulled here."

Mo Ninglong snorted coldly, and the nine tails came out together.

Under normal circumstances, such an attack would not have been possible to cause damage to oneself.

But this is the realm of painting.

"Boom!"

The immense power permeated every inch of its body, but it also revealed its original appearance.

The body exploded into countless casualness, leaving only a mirror.

The meaning of the concept is basically clear.

Being able to perfectly replicate another person's deity species is really a tricky concept.

It's a pity that the self-world can't be replicated, otherwise it would really have to be planted here.

"I don't know, though, how did you know I exist and copy mine." Mo Ninglong stretched out his hand and clenched the pitch-black long sword condensed by the technique: "But today you will die!" ”

The seemingly undifferentiated battle changed in the next instant.

A huge mirror, wrapped in a force field.

Mo Ninglong's face changed drastically, the other party was actually out of his control?

After a brief moment of surprise, he calmly examined the other party carefully.

Unlike the Lord of the Kingdom of God who uses the same level of world to contend with, this is like a shield, which is very similar to the situation facing Yang Yuze

In other words, that damn low-profile QB was also mixed with a kick?

It's really a big head.

Mo Ninglong rubbed his heartlessness and sighed helplessly: "If any person can be given the ability to resist my world, it is really a headache existence." ”

Either way, the first goal is to kill her.

While thinking, the mirror was aimed at Mo Ninglong, and a figure suddenly appeared in the mirror.

With ripples on the surface, a hand slowly reached out and grasped the frame.

A smile leaned out of the mirror, and whispered to Mo Ninglong in the distance: "Hello." ”

The person who walks out of this mirror is like seeing himself.

A flawless reproduction, such a god species is truly terrifying.

"Hello, my name is Mo Ninglong." The person who walked out of the mirror stroked his long hair and showed the same smile as Mo Ninglong on weekdays and said, "You will die today, this world only allows one Mo Ninglong." ”

"You're a fake." Mo Ninglong snorted coldly, teleported in front of him and slapped it with a palm, with the intention of slapping it back into the mirror.

"Such a simple attack, isn't it too underestimating me?"

The fake greeted him without the slightest fear.

The space was stretched, and the sharp palm stopped, unable to advance a single inch.

How is it possible, this is a palm blessed by the world, and how can it be blocked by the elongation of space.

Mo Ninglong was stunned to find that the other party was also blessed by the world.

In this painting, the world actually has the meaning of changing hands.

"Thanks to her contract, otherwise I wouldn't be able to compete with you for this world." While laughing, the fake rounded his fist and gave Mo Ninglong a punch: "Come, now tell me who is real and who is fake." ”

There is one hand, and the copy is even the blessing of the self-world.

Being smashed into the ground by this punch, Mo Ninglong didn't know what to say, just lay in the hot and melted magma, and gently rubbed the corners of his mouth.

"Don't hit people in the face, hey."

The fake tore open the messy earth, splashed thousands of feet of magma, revealing Mo Ninglong, who was hidden in it, and said: "Today we will only go out one, and I will take over everything for you in the future, Mother, Qu Yanzhi, Mu Yunling, Xiao Li and ...... White. ”

White?

Mo Ninglong laughed: "Wrong, there will be two people coming out of here today." ”

"Two people, this is a request and?" The fakes look very unexpected, which is not in line with their own character.

Mo Ninglong stood up: "Hehe." ”

"It's true that two people will go out today, but it's not a peace." In the painting, there is another person in the world, holding the cat lady who is also a nine-tailed woman with the same face.

It's not Tu Shan Linglong, who else can it be.

Tu Shanlinglong, who stroked the white, smiled: "I just came, I didn't hear some words clearly, I said it again just now, what's wrong with you saying white?" ”

The fake followed the sound and looked into the distance, which made him feel strange.

Why is there another Mo Ninglong?

Every point of the elves in this world is roaring, and the control of the world has been divided into three parts.

Two against one.

"I almost got it." Mo Ninglong, who was embarrassed underground, stood up, patted the dust on his body and said, "Actually, I prefer group fights." ”

"Seconded, but it's simpler for now."

Tu Shan Linglong raised the white in his hand and threw it at the fake.

"Do you think it will be useful to use Bai against me?" While copying the body, the fake also copies the memory, and it is naturally clear what the white is capable of.

The seemingly simple meow meow fist must not be answered.

There was a shock in the mirror, and another white poked its head out.

And yet in the next second.

The mirror cracked.

Tu Shan Linglong raised his hand and pinched the mirror, sneering at the fake: "I said it, in this world, white is unique. ”

Before the fake white passed through the mirror, the whole mirror was crushed.

Defenseless.

Even if it is to gain some control of the realm in the painting.

The mirror is not the main body, and being crushed does not have any effect on the fake, but anger is indispensable.

In a fit of rage, the attention to dialogue decreases.

At this time, Mo Ninglong added a control technique to it.

Mo Ninglong really wanted to know that if the elf in his body was detonated, he didn't know what the scene was.

The white fist easily landed on the chest of the fake.

A little light lit up, followed by a loud and silent bang.

The star, which was already on the verge of collapse, finally disappeared at this moment, leaving no debris behind, so that the moon was torn into countless pieces.

Mo Ninglong returned to the present world.

Tu Shan Linglong returned to the Kingdom of God with Bai and continued to wait for the fusion of the two worlds.

"Whew, I almost got planted."

Seriously, I don't know what I'm writing anymore, and the more I write, the more messy it becomes, and I think it's better to end it as soon as possible. Thank you for your continued support, I'm here to say I'm sorry, I may not give you a satisfactory ending, but it's impossible to be a eunuch, and please let me give her a happy (I already know the importance of the outline, so desperate, so powerless,)