Then Cheng Qian began a long retreat, time passed like a white horse, and three years passed in a blink of an eye.

On this day, in the valley where Cheng Qian was, the yin qi was still circling, as if no one had ever disturbed him.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the yin qi that had been gathering over the valley for a long time turned into a circle of wind at this moment, and swept wildly in all directions.

As a scream came into his ears, the dark valley suddenly burst into a spiritual light, and an overwhelming white spiritual light rose from the valley.

The white aura covered the sky and the sun, forming a strange white cloud in the dim sky of the underworld, connecting into a single piece and enveloping a radius of thousands of miles.

As the white light gradually faded, this large white cloud gradually revealed its true face, and each white aura turned out to be a humanoid phantom, and the facial features of these humanoid phantoms were extremely similar to Cheng Qian's.

"Welcome to the deity!"

The white phantoms in the sky spread out to both sides like a tide, giving way to a heavenly avenue in the void, and they shouted in unison.

At the same time, a vague figure suddenly rushed out of the valley, and he stepped into the air, stepping into the void step by step, as if he was stepping on the ground, and he walked higher and higher step by step.

When the figure walked into the void as high as 5,000 zhang, he stopped and stood, magically stepping on the void, looking at the 10,000 white shadows with a majestic face.

This person is none other than Cheng Qian, who has been in retreat in the underworld for three years.

During this time, he retreated and practiced penance, and finally completed the run-in of all 10,000 out-of-body incarnations, and each doppelganger was like his own hands and feet, snorting and drinking.

These clones not only ran in with him during this time, but also instilled in them the spiritual power of the underworld attribute, so that each clone derived an independent consciousness.

Although these clones are all Cheng Qian's divine sense imprints, using the power of inner demons to let these scattered divine thoughts derive independent consciousness, just like the dark Cheng Qian back then.

Back then, Cheng Qian was controlled by the demons, and now that he has the spiritual power of the underworld, he can control the demons. These 10,000 doppelgangers can also be said to be his 10,000 demons, although they all have independent consciousness, but all of them are respectful to Cheng Qian, the deity, the moment they derive their independent consciousness, Cheng Qian forcibly instilled a consciousness, he is the only one!

"Not bad!" Cheng Qian stepped on the void, his eyes swept over the group of clones one by one, and nodded with satisfaction.

Looking at Cheng Qian's satisfied nod, the 10,000 clones didn't dare to gasp, in their hearts. The deity is their parent, their one, their king!

"Although you are my doppelganger, you all have an independent consciousness, and you must not let go of your cultivation!" Cheng Qian's face was stern, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't think that with my deity, you can relax, there are too many people in this world who are higher than my cultivation, if you don't want to disappear from this world." Then work hard to cultivate and strive to achieve the Yang God!"

"Obey the deity's command!" Listening to Cheng Qianyan's words, many clones showed panic, and it seemed that there were indeed many clones who were lazy. Because the strength of the deity is far above them, it is natural to protect them.

This is also a headache for Cheng Qian, although this group of clones has an autonomous consciousness, they have developed a kind of laziness after the derivation of spiritual intelligence. That is, with his powerful deity in charge, these clones don't work hard to cultivate.

For this matter, Cheng Qian had a headache. It took more than three months to get rid of the inertia of these clones, and many of them meant to make an example.

There is a doppelganger who doesn't want to make progress, never cultivates, and wanders around the cave every day, Cheng Qianqi just asked him to challenge the blue butterfly, and as a result, he was bombarded into slag with a face.

The rest of the people who watched this scene were frightened, and they didn't dare to be lazy at all.

It was that time that Cheng Qian left a sentence: "Don't think that with my deity, you can protect you, once I let you go out to complete the task for me, you can only survive on your own, at this time there are countless people who are ordinary with Blue Butterfly, this seat is not by your side, and the end is just like the clone just now." ”

This sentence deeply shocked all the clones of their independent consciousness, and they all worked hard to cultivate the ghost dao exercises, and they all condensed the inner pill in their bodies.

Now the clones under Cheng Qian, in just three years, nearly a thousand clones have cultivated to the strength of the Yuan Infant Stage.

Of course, this Yuan Infant Stage is not comparable to the real Yuan Infant Stage cultivators, because they are only cultivated by a wisp of divine consciousness, and their real strength is only one-third of that of the Yuan Infant Stage.

This is also the inadequacy of Cheng Qian's clones, for this matter, even Cheng Qian's deity can't be changed, if these nearly a thousand doppelgangers really have the strength of the Yuan Infant Period, it is a big force, enough to open a mountain and establish a faction.

Looking at the 10,000 doppelgangers in front of him, Cheng Qian had an indescribable sense of pride, because this doppelganger was unique, even though there were many spells in the world that were incarnated outside the body, it was impossible to have so many real clones.

Even if they are demons of the level of the Holy Ancestor, even if they have clones, and each clone is extremely powerful, there are only a few, and they can't condense more than ten at all, this is the difference.

Cheng Qian used the talent of the Golden Moon Demon Body, not to mention ten clones, millions of clones were condensed, and the premise was that he needed to have an incomparably powerful divine sense to do it.

In fact, Cheng Qian didn't think about it, just like the Holy Ancestor, he condensed a clone that was on par with his own cultivation, but he couldn't do it, those were all effects that could only be achieved by refining the true yuan for a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years, and it required one-third of the power of the original god to condense.

There are pros and cons to everything, Cheng Qian has already dispersed 10,000 divine thoughts to refine the clones, so the strength of these clones is far inferior to the deity.

However, fortunately, there is one thing that Cheng Qian is still relatively satisfied with, that is, the existence of the second yin god, this thing can be said to be a real independent body, and it does not need Cheng Qian's divine consciousness to be infused at all, but is refined by the real heart demon. Its strength is also on par with the strength of the deity.

With this powerful second Yin God, Cheng Qian doesn't care about the weakness of these 10,000 clones, these are just clones, to say a bad word, these clones are cannon fodder made by Cheng Gan.

Once in danger, these clones can replace Cheng Qian's deity and let them fall.

Don't say that Cheng Qian is selfish, this immortal cultivation world is like this, although the doppelganger of the Holy Ancestor's cultivation is powerful, he is also the cannon fodder of the deity, and he can die for him.

"Among you, the clones who can impact the Yin God Realm are out of the ranks!" Cheng Qian said sternly as he looked at this group of clones.

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen doppelgangers stepped out, suspended in the void and quietly waiting for the dispatch.

"Well, that's right, you all have the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant stage, and you are only one step away from condensing the Yin God!" Cheng Qian looked at the ten clones with satisfaction, he knew that although these clones had the strength of the late Yuan Infant stage, they were not as good as a monk in the Yudan stage.

"Young master, I am dazzled by these clones, you are so powerful, you have really refined!"

At this time, a shock rose from the ground, and after a few flashes, he came to Cheng Qian's side, and Yurong looked at Cheng Qian with surprise.

This woman is the blue butterfly, and she was also taken aback by Cheng Qian's sudden exit.

Seeing the clones in the sky, this woman finally couldn't help but be shocked, and she flew up and spoke.

"Where is it powerful, don't look at these clones are similar to me, but their strength is extremely unbearable!" Cheng Qian was not surprised by the sudden appearance of the blue butterfly, from the time he came out, he knew that this woman had been watching the clone of the void.

"No, the young master's clones are different from other clones, they all have autonomous consciousness, not you control!" Blue Butterfly seemed to see something different, and said differently.

Cheng Qian frowned, shook his head and explained, "How is it different, the doppelganger of the Holy Ancestor is not yet self-conscious, what is the difference?"

"Anyway, I can't say what I feel, it's just different from the clone of the Holy Ancestor!" Lan Die's pretty face was stunned, and after thinking for a long time, she couldn't get an answer, so she said casually.

"Hehe, these clones all have independent souls, which are naturally different from the clones of the Holy Ancestor!" Cheng Qian smiled when he heard this, pointed to the clones and said: "The clones of the Holy Ancestor are split from the Yuan Shen, naturally there is no independent soul, and these clones are all refined from pure soul bodies!"

"There is another difference, the clones of the Holy Ancestor all possess entities, and these doppelgangers of the soul body refining have no entities like ghost cultivators, let alone flesh and blood!" Cheng Qian saw Lan Die's doubts, and continued to explain as soon as his voice fell.

Blue Butterfly was stunned for a while, if it weren't for Cheng Qian's explanation, she really didn't pay attention to the observation: "I see!"

"That's it!"

With a wave of Cheng Qian's sleeves, a large number of doppelgangers were like a tide, condensing into a white spirit.

The spirit body suddenly flickered, burst out with endless spiritual light, and went straight to Cheng Qianmei's heart.

At the same time, the golden half-moon opened, sucking the spiritual light into it.

The entire radius of a hundred miles became unusually quiet in an instant.

"There are still important things to do now, and it took three years to run in these clones, and our time is running out!" Cheng Qian frowned slightly, in the past three years, Cheng Qian can obviously feel that his longevity is losing at twice the rate, it seems that three years have passed, but in fact, at least ten years have passed.

The underworld is indeed not a place where mortals can stay for a long time, he is not like the Holy Ancestors, who have endless longevity, he is just a god-transforming stage monk.

Lan Die nodded when he heard this, he naturally knew what Cheng Qian was referring to, and her cultivation was only in the Transformation Period, so he naturally understood that staying in the Underworld Shouyuan would consume faster than other interfaces, so he couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, where are we going next?"

"Dongting Mountain Range!" Cheng Qian said with a stern face.

"Well, the maid is going to clean up the cave mansion, when will you leave?" Lan Die nodded when she heard this, she didn't know where the Dongting Mountain Range was, but she still nodded and asked.

"Let's go!" (To be continued......)