He was dressed in black cloth, with his hair half-tied on top of his head, a slender body, deep eyes, the same pale skin, and an identical handsome face.

The only difference is that one has a calm face and the other is incredulous.

"Who are you?" Looking at each other, as if looking at another self, how could Chu Wei not be surprised.

"I'm you." The other party smiled strangely at Chu Wei and said lightly.

"Pretending to be a ghost." Chu Wei settled down, pinched the trick and pointed forward, and the five flying swords were dispatched in unison.

Chu Wei's attack was only to probe the opponent's virtual reality, and at the same time, he was also observing the opponent, facing the other self, in addition to being surprised, there was also a very wonderful feeling in his heart.

It was also five flying swords, the other party did not have a seal, and appeared out of thin air, making Chu Wei's eyes shrink, and the ten flying swords, two by two, burst out of sporadic sparks, each reversed.

Chu Wei grabbed the rebounding flying sword, withdrew the lock empty bag, and looked at the other party with a frown.

The opponent's flying sword disappeared after reversing, and he didn't make a follow-up move, as if he was waiting for Chu Wei to make a move.

Chu Xiaojing pinched the trick again and pointed to the ground.

The hard volcanic soil shook and exploded, forming cone-shaped stone thorns that stretched all the way to the other side.

The other Chu Wei's face didn't change much, and with a wave of his hand, the ground under him also exploded, forming stone thorns, colliding with Chu Wei's spell again.

Bang~

The earth shook slightly, and the stone thorns shattered, turning into dust, but this time, Chu Wei's magic overwhelmed the opponent, and it didn't collapse until the stone thorns extended to the opponent's feet.

Chu Wei shook his head slightly, his eyes were already clear, his right hand was raised, and he slowly clenched it, and there was an irregular expansion of the void on his fist, and then, a fist phantom was formed, until it was blue.

His figure flickered, disappeared, and appeared in front of his other self in the blink of an eye, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a punch hit his opponent in the chest.

Cracks appeared in the opponent's body under Chu Xiao's punch, and firelight emanated from the cracks, and then his body was torn apart and reduced to magma, but his face remained unchanged, still smiling, and then his head also melted and flowed back to the magma lake.

At this moment, a transparent fist phantom appeared in mid-air and dissipated.

"It's just copying, not everyone can copy Chu." Chu Wei's eyes were bright, and he stepped on the pumice stone and walked towards the altar step by step.

Chu Wei's flying sword uses fifty percent cultivation, which can be leveled, and then the spell, Chu Wei uses seventy percent cultivation, but he can suppress the opponent's head.

After that, the guess in Chu Wei's heart had been confirmed.

The other party is just because he touched the formation here, so he created a copy, copy is always copy, in Chu Xiao's opinion, it should not be perfect.

He is a perfect spiritual root, can he even replicate his own perfect spiritual root here?

After two temptations, Chu Wei got the answer, so he didn't waste any more time, used eighty percent cultivation, and easily defeated the so-called replica.

In fact, it is true, the limit of this place is to copy the Traceless Spirit Root, and the Flawless Spirit Root cannot be copied, let alone the Perfect Spirit Root.

Therefore, this place has no effect on monks who are above the second grade.

The coercion is getting bigger and bigger, Chu Wei cautiously walked through the pumice stones, trying his best to control his body, if he falls, even if Chu Wei casts the spirit nine times, I am afraid that he will definitely die.

The extremely hot air currents continued to wash over Chu Wei's body, even if he had a spirit shield to protect his body, it also made Chu Wei sweat.

Fortunately, Chu Wei's speed was not slow, and after about half a pillar of incense, Chu Wei finally stepped on the altar and let out a long breath.

But before this breath was finished, Chu Wei immediately gasped back.

On the altar, it was no longer hot, as if entering another world, it was very cool, so hearty that it made Chu Wei transparent, and there was an indescribable aura on the altar, and even the void had a sticky feeling.

One bite made Chu Wei nervous, because his cultivation showed signs of breakthrough at this moment, but he didn't have the exercises to break through to the next realm here.

With a bang, Chu Wei's dantian was shocked, which caught Chu Wei off guard, and then the rich and extreme aura on the altar was actually attracted by his dantian.

"What's going on?" Chu Wei was really taken aback, but his reaction was extremely fast, and he immediately meditated cross-legged and cultivated.

Chu Wei immediately swept his spiritual sense towards the dantian, wanting to see why this change had happened?

A majestic spiritual sea occupied half of Chu Wei's dantian, rippling with golden light, and the source of the golden mangs was the depths of the spiritual sea, Chu Wei's brilliant golden spiritual root.

For some reason, his golden spiritual root was actually attracting the aura in the altar, causing the aura to flow into Chu Xiao's dantian continuously.

Chu Wei had no other way but to dilate the pores of his body, exhale them, and let the aura frantically pour into his body, and at the same time run his cultivation to the extreme, compressing and transforming the aura to ensure that the dantian was not crushed by the rapid aura frenzy.

In the back mountain of the Ink Shadow Sect, everyone is quite depressed.

At this moment, it was no longer Yu Chengfeng who was controlling the Xuanguang Mirror, but the Great Elder himself, who had repeatedly searched for the seventh and eighth layers of the Demon Palace.

An hour passed, but there was still no trace of Chu Wei.

Chu Wei's whole person seemed to have evaporated.

In the end, the Great Elder had no choice but to give up and lock the three great Tianjiao of the sect on the Xuanguang mirror again, after all, the three great Tianjiao were the hope of the sect.

As for Chu Wei, in the eyes of the Great Elder, it could only be said that there was hope for him to get closer to the Three Great Heavenly Pride.

Everyone's eyes followed the picture of the Xuanguang Mirror to move on the ground on the ninth floor of the Demon Palace, and all they saw was a scene like purgatory, and they didn't see the shadow of the Demon Beast, which couldn't help but make people a little surprised.

In the picture, a man and a woman are standing under the volcano, looking up at the top of the volcano, both of them are not looking good, and they are full of anger.

"Song Jue is really amazing, he actually slaughtered the demonic beasts on the ninth layer cleanly, which makes Sima Jie and Yan Han embarrassed."

"The number of Warcraft cores is one of the criteria for assessment, and without Warcraft cores, the two of them cannot pass the assessment."

"Ignorant, a genius like them, this assessment is just a formality, but Song Jue doesn't leave a trace of face for Yan Han and Sima Jie at all, and the two of them will definitely not give up."

"There's a good show to watch now."

The high-level members of the sect on the altar in the back mountain, their expressions could not see joy and anger, they knew Song Jue better, Song Jue was arrogant, and Sima Jie and Yan Han were known as the three great talents of the sect, he was already dissatisfied, and it was normal for Song Jue to do this.

"Alas!" The Great Elder shook his head slightly, walked back to his seat, no longer controlled the Xuanguang Mirror, and said to Yu Chengfeng, "Let's see if Song Jue can pass that level." ”