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"Have you seen me?" Zhou Cong was also a little excited in his heart, because after seeing the fifty identical selves of the Yellow Bird Gate back then, there was only one possibility for all the people who said they knew themselves......

Huang Xuanyi's mouth didn't have any answer, he nodded and shook his head, slashed his middle finger with a wry smile, a drop of golden liquid, slowly condensed at the wound, but the gold had a slight red.

Overlord blood? Some not very pure overlord blood is enough to show that he is inextricably linked with himself, maybe Tianjianmen himself is really right.

The mystery that had been haunting Zhou Cong's heart for a long time seemed to be about to be solved, but it seemed to be a little vague, but the irrepressible excitement made him take a few steps forward, grabbed Huang Xuanyi's hand, and looked at it carefully.

The drop of blood condensed on the finger, but there was no dripping, and the slightly yellowed blood revealed a breath that seemed to come from an ancient overlord. This is really overlord blood!

Astound!

It shocked Zhou Cong's mind beyond measure.

"Are you willing to follow me to cultivate, maybe I know what you want!" Huang Xuanyi said in a timely manner: "You don't have to worship me as a teacher, our relationship is also a teacher and a friend!"

Huang Xuanyi waited expectantly for Zhou Cong's answer.

Zhou Cong nodded hesitantly, he didn't want to lose this opportunity to get closest to what he really wanted.

"Old horseman, you are so exalted to him, do you still have me as an apprentice in your eyes?" Wang Qingyu screamed miserably, but this cry did not match his identity, since ancient times, the master asked if you still have me as a master in your eyes?

He really asked, but Huang Xuanyi was speechless.

Wang Qingyu stood up slowly, his red eyes were full of jealousy, and he gently pulled out his weapon!

"Do you dare to do anything to me?" Huang Xuanyi took a step forward with a majestic face, and a pressure like a strong wind swept away. Exploded heavily in front of Wang Qingyu.

With a loud bang, Wang Qingyu's body, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, smashed on the mountain wall, rolling up a burst of dust.

"You!" Zhou Cong couldn't save him, he didn't understand that even if Wang Qingyu was wrong, but in his memory, his master and himself had never been so ruthless!

"Why did you kill him?" Zhou Cong asked with some hysteria.

"You come with me!" Huang Xuanyi didn't answer, just turned around and walked towards the depths of the hall, Zhou Cong followed, crossed the two doors, and Huang Xuanyi's footsteps stopped in front of an iron door.

"You go in and have a look!"

Zhou Cong didn't understand a little, but he still pushed open the iron door, and a stale and quaint atmosphere came to his face, as if this room had never been opened for thousands of years.

Cobwebs hung in every corner of the room, and the floor was covered with dust, but in one corner lay a corpse. Is this a morgue?

Zhou Cong didn't understand why Huang Xuanyi brought him to this place, thirteen corpses were lying there neatly, and the thick dust covered their faces, but from that face shape, Zhou Cong had a sense of déjà vu.

He walked over gently, brushing off the dust on the corpse's face, Zhou Cong's figure shook suddenly, this is impossible, he quickly brushed the dust off the face of each corpse.

Familiar faces appeared in his eyes, who was Wang Qingyu? Could it be that he was the same as himself? and had the same fate as himself?

The world is like chess, the world is unpredictable, not to mention unpredictable, it is simply unexpected.

Zhou Cong wanted to see a ghost, going back and forth between each corpse, he carefully examined it, what if it was just a more subtle disguise technique?

But he was disappointed again, that the face really grew on the thirteen corpses, though it was nothing compared to fifty of his own resemblances. But what looks like himself is only a portrait, and who knows if those portraits were not painted later?

Who are these thirteen corpses Wang Qingyu? or all of them, or none of them!

There was a sound of clapping hands outside the iron gate, Huang Xuanyi suddenly turned around, and the momentum on his body suddenly exploded, and with the sound of clapping, his footsteps also walked towards the iron gate step by step.

The heavy footsteps were shattered, and the bluestones on the ground seemed to be using the bluestones under his feet to counteract the sound of murder.

"Old thing, I can't imagine that you have secretly eliminated so many of my clones, but I don't even know!Hehe, how did you do it?" Wang Qingyu walked in slowly, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

As Wang Qingyu approached step by step, the thirteen corpses in the room disappeared one by one, and just before Wang Qingyu walked to the iron door, the thirteen corpses disappeared into the air as if they had never appeared.

Huang Xuanyi stared at Wang Qingyu with disdain: "Brute, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Hahaha" Wang Qingyu trembled with laughter, bent over with a big mouth and laughing, as if he had heard what a ridiculous joke: "Are you sure you can kill me......"

Before I could say a word, a snow-bright and dazzling long sword plunged through his mouth and pierced through the back of his head.

Not a drop of blood flowed, as if the sword had pierced into the air, and the living man was on the sword just now, and the smile on his face had not receded.

But the body is disappearing little by little, like countless thoughts, existing without being seen.

The sound of clapping in the hall sounded again, bang!

"Old thing, I said you can't kill me!" turned out to be another Wang Qingyu. Why is there so many people, could it be that he has really cultivated countless clones? That is the cultivation of immortals!

The shock in Zhou Cong's heart was incomparable, he really couldn't believe that there would really be immortals in this world, but Wang Qingyu was definitely not an immortal, don't say that his cultivation was only slightly better than himself at the beginning.

In addition to immortals, there is another kind of person who can break through the barrier of cultivation, and that is the demon!

There is no doubt that Wang Qingyu's momentum is becoming more and more weird, his figure is erratic, incredibly fast, and a series of voices sounded in every corner of the hall.

"Hehehe, you can't kill me, old thing, as long as I still have a trace of thought, you can't kill me. You'll just end up exhausted to death!"

Huang Xuanyi's face was solemn and he whispered: "One Thought Demon Tuo!"