The gods shot.

This is not only the immortal master on the mountain high in the eyes of ordinary people, even the cultivators have to shout out to the immortals respectfully, until the two of them disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the many eyes hidden around them did not dare to come up, and they all felt a shock in their hearts, but they didn't know what was going on.

The miserable-looking young man in a linen shirt raised his head and wiped the blood from his face at will.

The nearest ordinary man and woman are already dumbfounded.

Qiu Yu even smiled at them, but with the appearance of being covered in blood, it looked quite terrifying, his voice was still very flat, and he said seriously: "It seems that this year is not suitable for going out, go back to the imperial capital." ”

The two of them woke up like a dream and nodded in a panic.

At the pavilion of a small village outside the county town, Ding Wei sat on the eaves of the pavilion, looking into the distance, while Yiqing looked at him.

The origin clone can almost be regarded as the positive and negative side of a person.

If it is said to be a doppelganger, it can also be counted as half a deity.

Ding Wei seemed to be looking into the distance at the moment, but he was quickly browsing through the many extra memories in his mind, and laughed after a while: "Heaven and earth are cages, you and I are trapped birds, interesting, interesting!"

Twenty-four years of self-styled memory, the mute Ding, who has suffered a lot of suffering from the world, gave a thumbs up to the deity in front of him: "Tear off all the doppelganger connections, such a way to break the game, you can think of it." ”

Yi Qing said calmly: "What's the explanation?"

The mute Ding laughed and said, "What do you understand?" I think that kid is right, why must you be a deity, can't you be my origin clone?"

Yi Qing's eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc.

Mute Ding immediately raised his hands and begged for mercy: "Don't, don't be like this, I'm afraid!"

After a pause, the mute Ding restrained his expression and said in a deep voice with an extremely serious appearance: "Why don't you let me kill you and try the truth?"

Yi Qing smiled and made a gesture of please.

Dumb Ding actually began to think about it, his eyes flashed fiercely, his expression struggled, he was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled presumptuously: "Just kidding, don't take it seriously." ”

The stupid young master sat cross-legged, tilted his head slightly, and said, "You know what? I'm thinking about something right now. ”

Yi Qing said lightly: "Say." ”

Mute Ding smiled and said: "I'm thinking about the memory of the scene I just recovered, it was a six-year-old me, who was deceived by my relatives and clansmen into dividing my property, and when it snowed heavily, I was alone in a corner of the remote garden in the clan, starving and cold, and almost dying." ”

Yi Qing was silent.

Ding Wei said with a smile: "Where is there Ding Wei, where there is Yiqing, where is there thousands of clones, it's just a tortured, cold and depressed Ding family stupid little ghost, about to starve to death and freeze to death." ”

A huge palm of a dozen feet fell from the sky, smashing the entire pavilion into powder.

Ding Wei, who had already dodged away, looked at the gray-clothed young man who was in mid-air, his breath was rising, and his face was extremely gloomy, and he shook his head and said, "Can't stand it?" ”

Yi Qing was furious: "I beg you to die!"

Ding Wei blinked, unscrupulous, and grinned: "Okay, no problem, you take care of it carefully, I will die first as respect!"

The mute Ding turned his palm into a knife and wiped it to his throat, leaving no room for half a point.

It's really going to die!

Or rather, he, from the very beginning, had a will to die!

Yi Qing Huo Ran, who was in a rage, changed his face greatly, his body flashed, and a punch was blasted, and the mute Ding who hit him flew out upside down and rolled into the field.

Yi Qing, who instinctively made this choice, looked at his trembling palms in a daze.

Covered in mud and dirty, the mute got up and burst into tears, and he stepped forward and threw a punch in Yiqing's face, who staggered to the ground.

"Idiot!"

"Idiot!"

"You're the one with the sick brain!"

The mute Ding, who was crying and laughing, was like a madman, punching and kicking the gray-clothed young man on the ground, who just hugged his head and curled up tightly.

The tired mute Ding sat down in tears and said in despair: "Yiqing, how can you be stupid! You are the deity! You are the deity! You are the deity! You are the deity, you are the deity, you are the deity!"

The young man in his cape sat up, trembling.

Yes, he's the deity.

The origin clone, how could it harm him?

The reason why Ding Wei took turns was to break the situation, since that night, Yi Qing's heart was shaken, and there was a gap in his mood, and if he wanted to repair this gap, he could only save himself.

Only when Yiqing is confident that he is the deity can he truly break the game.

Ding Weidu has been reminded again and again.

But deep in Yiqing's heart, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he is still afraid, afraid that he may really be just a grain of heart, afraid that what Ding Wei said is true, and he Ding Wei may be the deity?

With this thought, how to break the game?

He didn't dare to let Ding Wei die, because he didn't want to let himself die!

As soon as the deity dies, the doppelganger is completely destroyed!

If he Ding Wei is really the deity, he Yiqing is the origin clone, isn't there no Yiqing in the world?

Ding Wei is gambling.

If Yi Qing is firm in his mind and will never make a move, there is hope of cracking this game, he Ding Wei, an origin clone, used his life in exchange for the deity to go to the next level.

But he lost the bet.

The subtle crack in Yiqing's state of mind is already a ravine.

The disheartened Ding Wei staggered along the path and walked aimlessly, the reason why the origin clone sealed his memory and lived in a state of confusion was as a fairy hand, used to deal with all kinds of unpredictable crises.

But it still failed.

Yi Qing, who was sitting on the ground, motionless like a sculpture, stayed in the wilderness for three days, but the young man no longer had the slightest vitality, and his twilight was gloomy.

White-headed overnight.

Yi Qing, who was as old as a dying man, stood up, shook off the dust on his body, untied the wine jug tied to his waist, raised his head and poured a big sip of spirits, lost all direction and purpose, and sank in the red dust.

Endlessly.

And the culprit who caused this incident is taking a young man who has just entered the world, standing in front of the vast and majestic mountains.

The huge stone pillar that is almost as high as the mountain is said to have been a whole mountain in the past, and the amazing third-generation master of the sect has spent a whole number of years cultivating his body, punching and kicking for the sake of practice, and he has smashed and kicked thousands of mountain peaks inch by inch.

When he was physically complete, the remaining mountain body was carved into this stone pillar that reached the sky, and the words "Ask Tianmen" were inscribed.

It was also from that generation that Wentianmen became a first-class force in the ancient country.

This kind of prestige sect power has always been short of good geniuses and excellent seeds.

So Xiang Rong, who was standing on a hill, looked at the young man in front of him, and then looked at the crowded crowd from the foot of the mountain in the distance, all the way to the top of the mountain, spreading for dozens of miles, his throat rolled, and asked cautiously: "Brother Wang, ...... How do I have to join?"

The young shopkeeper stroked his forehead with his right hand, brushed his refreshing short hair from beginning to end, and said with a smile: "Hit it!"

The boy swallowed again.

The young shopkeeper took a step back and said with a smile: "You're the only one." ”

The boy, who had struggled to maintain his expression, finally collapsed.