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The other party was right, after all, he was just a clone.
The next moment, ten powerful sword energies surrounded him, like ten flying dragons swimming in the air.
[Sword Control(D)]
[Refining the secrets of the sword technique, comprehending the condensation of Qi into a sword, and the sword Qi is everywhere as far as the eye can see. ]
This is the sword energy of D-level swordsmanship.
Even if he doesn't control the physical flying sword, he still has considerable power.
Each sword energy emits a sharp cold light, and the sword edge is so sharp that it seems to be able to cut through space.
The sword energy streaked through the air, causing bursts of harsh piercing sounds, and they rotated in an orderly manner, protecting Muchuan within it, forming an indestructible shield.
The sword energy streaked across the surrounding vegetation and boulders, and everything it touched was crushed into powder.
Muchuan's clone slowly walked into the jungle, and his three-part return vitality was already ready.
Although Muchuan's clone at this time did not have the Flying Smoke Sword, ordinary bosses could not defeat him with only three points of returning vitality and sword control skills.
Wherever he goes, all obstacles turn into nothingness.
The sword energy traveled around him, forming a moving barrier.
The flying sword opened the way, and he was no longer hindered by any obstacles.
Muchuan also wanted to see who could find his trace so quickly.
After passing through the dense jungle, what comes into view are huge mountain walls and countless towering trees.
A creepy evil aura hit his face.
Under the stone wall, a jet-black monster more than ten meters tall was crawling on the ground.
Its skin is as black as ink, like thick fog in the night, and its surface is covered with hard keratin like scales.
These scales shone with dark red light, as if they had been burned by the fire of hell, exuding a hot evil aura.
Its limbs are extremely thick, and each claw is like a sharp blade, shining with cold light.
The monster's eyes turned crimson, and the pupils of the eyes were burning with immortal evil fire, as if it could penetrate the soul.
Its ears are long and pointed, like devil's ear wings, constantly trembling.
A row of sharp bone spurs bulged on the back. These bone spurs were dark red, as if soaked in blood.
The bone spurs extend from the spine to the tail, and the end of the tail turns into a huge bone hammer, making a heavy sound of breaking through the air when swinging.
This kind of monster cannot exist in the real world at all.
This is definitely a creature in the fantasy realm, a creature that escaped from the fantasy realm.
Muchuan looked at the monster and asked calmly:
"Who are you? Why do you know me? What do you want from me?"
Facing Muchuan's three consecutive questions, the monster didn't even raise its eyelids. A deep and hoarse voice came from its belly:
"Make a deal, I want a drop of your blood and an S-class medal.
I can promise not to provoke you or expose your whereabouts within three years.
Otherwise, I can find you wherever you hide, and I can find anyone I have met even if they hide in every corner of the world. "
It's really a lion's mouth.
There are many people who have ideas about him, but this is the first one who asked him to give him an S-class medal.
If you want a drop of his blood, where is the circle of apostles? Can you give me your own blood at will?
By then I won't even know how to die.
The air was suddenly quiet.
The two sides were silent for a long time. Muchuan smiled lightly and said:
"In exchange for a deal, you promise not to reveal my traces, and I won't expose you.
You have been in the real world for a long time, and you should know the attitudes of the major organizations in the apostle circle towards creatures that escape from the fantasy realm.
Especially the official organization of Daxia, which is one of the strongest apostolic organizations in the world.
They hunted countless phantom creatures, including you.
What do you think of this transaction?"
"Perish together? You don't deserve it." The monster sneered: "You have a secret, you know it.
I smell the scent of the source on you, although I don't know which one it is.
But as long as you have the slightest relationship with Yuan, you won't live long. I can give you three years, and you should be satisfied.
Once the existence of the source is exposed, there will be no place for you in the world.
There is no one in heaven and earth who is your ally.
Everyone wants to take his place and become the master of the source.
Maybe you just had contact with the owner of the source for a period of time and got some smell.
But you would rather kill the wrong person than let go, because no one will listen to your explanation.
Don't think that it's great just because you can deal with the lord apostle (big boss).
The existence of Peeping Source is at least half-immortal. "
What is the source he is talking about? Have you really come into contact with such a person, or does the source lie within yourself?
Is it a recycling bin?
Or a fantasy?
Or the Haotian Mirror that has not collected all its fragments?
Muchuan had many secrets, and he couldn't afford to gamble.
After hesitating for a while, Muchuan decided to come up with his trump card:
"Don't pretend in front of me, Di Xiong!
I know it's you, the one who escaped from the phantom realm of Maple Leaf High School.
But you are an ordinary person, this is an indisputable fact, otherwise you would not have escaped so hard.
Decades of planning, step-by-step calculation, and interconnected planning can only show that you are weak in strength.
So the first thing you do when you leave the fantasy realm is to enhance your own strength.
You kill people, suck blood, and devour souls, all in order to regain your strength. "
After Muchuan finished speaking, the monster's eyelids finally raised, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
This kid is talking about recovery, not improvement. It seems that he knows a lot. The monster's melodious and ethereal hoarse voice sounded again:
"As expected of the person I like, how did you discover me?"
"Is this monster appearance your true body?" Muchuan ignored its question and instead said to himself:
"For some reason, you can only maintain the realm of an ordinary person in the fantasy realm.
This causes you to age and lose vitality.
So you try your best to get out as soon as possible.
Otherwise, you will really die of old age in the fantasy realm.
If you regain your strength in the fantasy realm, you will be targeted by the rules of the fantasy realm, right?
It's very simple to discover you. Di Xiong's three unique skills were left to me by you.
The ways you and I communicate are all among the three special skills. Only you and I know this method.
The probability that other apostles and monsters will do so is low.
You shouldn't be surprised that I guessed your identity.
After all, you exposed this to me on purpose. "
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The monster's two huge claws collided with each other. It couldn't help but applaud Muchuan. It has been a long time since it saw such a smart human being:
"Yes, very good. If that's all, then you are still not qualified to negotiate terms with me."
Muchuan shook his head and said: "You are the one who is not qualified to negotiate terms, Di Xiong!
It's that you don't know your situation yet.
You can't kill me with your current strength, but you have the confidence to escape from my hands.
You can restore your strength by devouring the blood and souls of apostles.
But how much can these apostles restore you?
You don't even dare to kill a senior apostle. I estimate from a higher level that you are at the boss level at most.
You are a monster targeted by the rules of the fantasy realm. In order to escape from the fantasy realm, you have sacrificed your cultivation.
The fantasy realm cannot accommodate you!
The real world has no room for you!
Daxia official can't tolerate you!
You know nothing about the official strength of Daxia. You have no way out, but I do!
As long as I voluntarily join Tiangong, do you think they will protect me?
As long as I join Tiangong, the source is mine and Tiangong's.
In Daxia, who can kill the genius of Tiangong? Who dares to kill?
Does the half-immortal you call me dare?
Even if we look around the world, no one dares to conceal Daxia's edge.
Now do you know who the person who is not worthy of negotiating terms is?"
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