0p0 Chapter 578 Seven Clone
Chapter 578 Seven Clone
Wu Yue realized that something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but his legs were entangled by a transparent silk thread that shot out from the hall, completely throwing him off his composure.
"Mu Binglan, if you dare to kill me, the Great Shaman will not let you go!"
Under the siege of five Nascent Soul cultivators, Wu Yue had no choice but to flee in a panic, occasionally uttering harsh words, trying to force Mu Binglan to stop.
"Everyone knows the Great Shaman's intentions. He covets the inheritance of the Divine Transformation in my hands. When I break through the Nascent Soul stage and awaken the bloodline inheritance, he will kill me. How can I let me go!" Mu Binglan's expression was cold.
Wu Yue's expression changed: "You actually know all this..."
Ever since Mu Binglan came to the Hulong tribe, the chief shaman and others have acted like ecstatic, loving and kind people, making it easy for her to take the position of the saint.
Mu Binglan clearly looked like she believed it, and she looked ignorant and trusting of the Great Shaman. She didn't expect that all this was just an illusion she put on.
As the defensive magic weapons on his body shattered one after another, the spiritual energy in his dantian gradually dried up. Wu Yue didn't even last an incense stick of time before he was grabbed by the neck by the bound soul and lost the ability to resist.
"To be reduced to ashes or to have your soul extracted and keep your life." The bound soul turned around and looked at Mu Binglan.
Mu Binglan said in a deep voice: "Everything will be reduced to ashes and smoke. This child must not be allowed to stay."
Binding Soul suddenly laughed, and his gaze towards Wu Yue suddenly became more greedy: "Great! After defeating so many Nascent Souls, there is finally one that can be refined."
And at the moment when the Soul Binding was about to take out Wu Yue's soul, a voice with reverberation suddenly sounded from a distance.
"Who dares to touch my son?!"
The blood-colored banner that suddenly rushed out contained the full force of a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, and it slammed towards the bound soul.
"After beating the younger one, you're going to beat the older one. The master really doesn't bully me!" The Soul-Binding Soul, who was trying to absorb the soul, was shocked when he saw this. He picked up the nearly dead Wu Yue on the ground and dodged into the jade brick, disappearing from the spot in an instant.
The great shaman who had received the message rushed over, looked at the sound transmission note in his hand that had instantly dimmed, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He said in a trembling voice, "Yue'er... Yue'er!!! Mu Binglan, you dare to kill my son? I will kill you!"
The blood-red flag missed its attack, and countless blood-red skulls emerged from the flag one after another and attacked Mu Binglan.
Although the strength of the late Nascent Soul cultivators is very strong, the several Nascent Soul cultivators beside Mu Binglan are by no means good guys. With four against one, they actually fought a draw with the Great Shaman.
The great shaman who had been calling the shots in the Hulong tribe for many years finally realized at this moment that his position seemed to be shaken.
"Mu Binglan! Without my permission, how can a mere Jindan cultivator like you show off your power in the tribe? If you don't have the blood of the ancestral god, I will definitely refine you into a furnace, making you wish you were dead!"
After the Great Shaman finished speaking, he suddenly crushed several sound transmission talismans in his hand, and instantly summoned several of his trusted Nascent Soul cultivators to fight the enemy together, trying to capture Mu Binglan alive.
"Since you don't want to be a good saint, I will fulfill your wish. I will refine you into a puppet and force you to advance to the Nascent Soul stage. At the same time, I can also inherit the Ancestral God's incarnation!" The Great Shaman said in a vicious tone.
Suddenly, a chaotic battle among Nascent Soul cultivators broke out outside the temple. Almost all the Great Shaman monks in the Hulong tribe participated in the battle, leaving only the neutral monks to watch the battle from a distance and guess the outcome.
However, no one noticed that in the temple that remained unmoved amidst the chaotic battle between the Nascent Soul cultivators, the aura of the Nascent Soul cultivators, which originally had only one aura, gradually turned into two.
The chaotic energy, the innate energy, and the primordial purple energy, when the three energies are integrated into one, one can cultivate the one energy to become the Three Purities.
The moment Bai Ling absorbed the Hongmeng purple energy into her body, Bai Lan used a teleportation array to teleport Bai Ling thousands of miles away. Then he sat cross-legged on the spot and began to practice the Three Purities of One Qi.
She had already comprehended this technique when she was in Youxu Cave Heaven. Everything was ready except for the purple energy. Now that she had obtained the purple energy, she could directly condense a clone.
One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones, it is said to be a heavenly-grade martial art, but in fact its strength has surpassed all the heavenly-grade martial arts in Bai Lan's hands.
The practice of this technique requires the Hongmeng purple energy from the Son of Destiny. Anyone who wants to practice this technique, unless he is the Son of Destiny, must have the strength to kill the Son of Destiny.
From this, it can be seen that the person who created this technique is definitely not an ordinary person. The concept of Hongmeng Purple Qi is not something that ordinary cultivators can reach. This person must have also comprehended the way of heaven and defied the will of heaven like her.
The three energies slowly separated from the body. As Bai Lan continued to raise her hands and make hand gestures to form seals according to the exercises, a body exactly the same as her own slowly condensed and gradually solidified, merging with her consciousness and moving according to Bai Lan's thoughts.
After an incense stick of time, Bai Lan suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the other body sitting cross-legged opposite him, and slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.
"I have a plan that will take the Yuling Sect to a higher level of strength." Elder Fu suddenly spoke, "When you reach the stage of Spiritual Transformation, won't you be able to condense two more clones? I see that your clone is not much different from your original body. Why not give it to Jiuge and me? We can each take over one of your clones."
"...?"
"Our souls are in your hands, so we will naturally be 100% loyal to you. When the time comes for the fight, you won't even need to use your spiritual power to control the other two clones. We will kill the enemy on our own. You are such good fighters, so why not?" Old Fu said with a puzzled tone.