Black blood flowed down from the center of the blood shadow clone's eyebrows, like a collapsing river.

Everyone's eyes looked from here, and a strong look of shock rose.

They could sense that the momentum of this blood shadow clone suddenly diminished at the moment it penetrated the center of the eyebrows, and for a few breaths, there was no vitality.

Bang!

A black light burst out from the dantian of the blood shadow clone, and he fled towards the sky with the demigod sea.

Cheng Wushuang threw off the dead body of the blood shadow clone with a sword, and walked in the sky, chasing towards the void.

The sea of gods and spirits said in an extremely cold and gloomy voice: "Little ghost, if you destroy my doppelganger body, I will not let you go." ”

This voice emanated from the sea of gods, and the voice seemed extremely sharp and low, very different from the voice of the blood shadow clone before!

"Are you the super genius of the Beicang Ancient Clan? Beicang Nian, this is your real name!"

Cheng Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he used the technique of identification to see through the secret method of this Beicang Nian.

Bei Cangnian should have used an ancient soul splitting technique to cut off an incomplete soul origin of his own, refine it into a complete soul origin, and inject it into the sea of gods of a demigod martial cultivator to control the demigods.

"My name is what ants like you can call me, and when my stronger doppelganger comes, it will be your end. ”

The god Hai Ji, who was about to escape into the void crack, said with a smile, he also knew something about Cheng Wushuang, this Cheng Wushuang, but the abandoned son of the Northern Underworld Holy Clan, had been paying attention to him before, and felt that the bloodline in this son's body was very special, if he could get it, it was estimated that his strength would improve.

It's a pity that I fought today, and I found out that this kid's strength is simply against the sky, and ordinary clones can't suppress it at all.

"Since you're here, stay for me. ”

Cheng Wushuang's face was straight, and the sword light immediately roared out, and at the speed of cutting through the space, he reached the crack in the void one step earlier, intercepting the sea of gods and spirits of the blood shadow clone.

"Give me refining!"

Suddenly, Cheng Wushuang's sword light, along with the Double Dragon Desolate Sword in his hand, burst out with a powerful force, a peerless power, smashing the sea of gods and spirits of the blood shadow clone.

Rumble!

The flame-like sea of gods shattered, turned into streams of light, and dissipated.

A black and small soul trembled in the air, although it was a split soul of the soul, it did not have a trace of strength that could resist Cheng Wushuang's killing intent, and it was extremely fragile.

Cheng Wushuang saw Bei Cangnian's split soul, the corner of his mouth sneered, and a slap burst out, and above the palm, there was a black light entangled, and the devouring law was immediately used.

"Mole ant, you dare!"

The distracted soul's wide, cloudy eyes stared at Cheng Wushuang.

Cheng Wushuang laughed wildly, and slapped it down, which was to include the soul into the devouring law.

A miserable wail resounded through the void.

Suddenly, this split soul was refined by Cheng Wushuang and became a pure soul power, pouring into Cheng Wushuang's body.

"Such a strong soul power, this Bei Cangnian is really a reincarnation, such a powerful soul power, it is about to catch up with me!"

After Cheng Wushuang absorbed the soul of the split soul, the breath of the whole person was a little stronger, obviously, this soul clone was also a tonic for him, he didn't expect that Bei Cangnian had such an obvious improvement effect after only one soul split was refined by him.

If the whole person's soul is refined by him, I am afraid that his soul power can get a kind of transformation, anyway, the current Beicang ancient clan is a destroyed existence, he wants to refine the body and soul of the Beicang Nian and become his strength.

If Bei Cangnian knew that Cheng Wushuang had targeted his soul at this moment, it was estimated that he would be so angry that he vomited three liters of blood.

After tasting the benefits of this Beicang Nian Split Soul, Cheng Wushuang moved his eyes and looked at the remaining two blood shadow clones fiercely.

I saw that those blood shadow clones were fighting with two figures, one of those figures, which made a smile appear at the corner of his mouth, and I saw that the figure was extremely beautiful, wielding gorgeous swordsmanship, almost fighting with this immortal blood shadow clone, but because the battle lasted too long, it led to the physical exhaustion in the eyes of that delicate figure.

"This is the real strength of the star, it's a little scary, but for me now, I'm not afraid. ”

For some reason, Cheng Wushuang stroked the figure of the little fox in his heart, and then his figure moved, and he flew towards Pixing like lightning.

At this moment, the mercy star, exhaling Ruolan, the whole person is covered by an infinite cold aura, one person and one sword, exuding a strange flower dance artistic conception, floating in the void.

The petals dancing in the sky were like sword qi, wrapping around the surface of her body, constantly flying with each swing of the sword, seemingly gentle, but in fact there was a fierce aura inside.

These petals made the blood shadow clone helpless.

"Little girl, seeing that the divine power in your body has already been depleted, it's time to end this battle. ”

The blood shadow clone sneered, and the gathered palms suddenly changed, turning into a fist wrapped with black flames, and bombarded down with one punch.

The powerful fist wind, like a raging storm, shattered the petals of those comprehensions.

At this moment, although the momentum of the star has not decreased, the divine power in the body is really as the blood shadow clone said, and it is seriously depleted.

"Your bloodline of the Heavenly Fox Clan, I accepted it. ”

The blood shadow clone was full of murderous intent, and the rolling fist was coercive, roaring towards the pitiful star, causing the heavens and the earth to explode at this moment.

Pian Xingbei bit his lip lightly, the slender jade finger was tightly clasped on the hilt of the sword, and the strong sword shadow was constantly defeated under the power of those fists.

However, in those beautiful eyes, there was a sudden hint of surprise.

The blood shadow clone was puzzled, and sneered: "I'm happy to die!"

It's even more frantic punching and killing.

However, in the next moment, he realized why the star was so happy.

Because behind him, a sword cultivator who was a hunter came with a tiger's eye, relying on the peerless, a sword, pierced from the back of his head, piercing the hard head, and throughout the whole process, the blood shadow clone did not have the slightest chance to resist.

Even, after the physical death, he realized that he was dead.

The demonic origin in his mind was also shattered in an instant.

Wow!

The sea of gods carrying the soul of Beicang Nian roared out and fled towards the void crack in the distance.

"Damn the abandoned son of the Northern Netherworld Holy Clan, you are doing me bad again!" said the poisonous curse that was more than one of the souls in the sea of gods.

Cheng Wushuang's face changed, and he immediately sneered: "Something like an ant, but I just want to pretend to be powerful, come to my palm, and I will refine you." ”

As soon as Cheng Wushuang's palm power came out, the split soul in the sea of divine power in front of him was like a piece of fat, where could he escape.

Immediately, a black light swept by, and Cheng Wushuang directly exploded the sea of gods, grabbed that soul split, and used the devouring law to refine.

didn't care about talking to the pity star who showed a smile on the city, but the figure moved again, and a sword stabbed towards another soul splitting slash!

......

Inside the ancient hall, the endless abyss made countless low-level demons born from the unknown world roar in front of them.

In the center of that group of demons, there was a beautiful figure, he had silver-white hair, red eyes, and a beautiful black gauze skirt, outlining the curves and bewitching of her entire body to the point that anyone who saw it would have a burst of anger in their nostrils.

And on the altar not far from this delicate figure, a black-robed man covered his head, looking extremely painful, and his face turned hideous.

"Cheng Wushuang, you ant-like thing, you dare to devour my split soul!"

(End of chapter)