Chapter Five Hundred and Fifty Seven All of Them Are Dumbfounded!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Let me see, what secrets do you have!"

Xianyang Wusheng laughed excitedly, and bundles of spiritual power penetrated into the sea of ​​​​knowledge to detect the spiritual halo that had become fragments.

He is looking for the memory of the 'strange boy'!

However, the more Xianyang Wusheng rummaged, the more strange it became.

——The memory of this 'strange boy' is only one day!

And most of the time, they stay in a completely dark enclosed space like a dead thing.

"What exactly is going on!?"

Xianyang Wusheng looked bewildered. He has lived for millions of years, and he has never encountered such a strange thing.

at the same time.

Su Lang was also confused.

"Strange, why hasn't the notification of the clone's death appeared yet?"

"According to convention, shouldn't there be a sentence 'The clone died and has been in a 24-hour cooldown'?"

Su Lang felt strangely about his existing clones, and then found that there were still four!

Just one of them is a little weird.

This avatar is exactly the avatar randomly selected by ‘Death Replacement’.

At this time, the clone was stretched out his arms and legs, his face full of surprise, to check his body.

Ordinary clones have medium intelligence, but they will never behave in such abnormal ways.

"Could it be that Xianyang Martial Saint seized my clone, but was not considered dead by the system!?"

Su Lang was stunned, dumbfounded, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

the other side.

Xianyang Wusheng has already checked the body that he just seized.

"Not the body of a Martial Saint!?"

"The dantian spiritual core is only at the Martial Emperor level, but the strength of the spiritual power reserve and body is close to that of the advanced Martial God!"

"According to various traces, it should be a large number of exercises! At least hundreds of exercises!"

"And many of these exercises conflict with each other, but they are perfectly integrated!"

"This weird boy is really weird!"

Xianyang Wusheng looked at his body with a strange look on his face.

Because he found that this body really does not have any cultivation aptitude or special physique!

And he didn't find those secrets from the teenager's memory fragments.

In other words, the secret that allowed this weird boy to cultivate is lost!

Xianyang Wusheng inherited this body, which is considered to be reborn, but he has lost the capital to continue to cultivate!

He has no cultivation method!

"Damn!"

"The method of reincarnation consumes the source of the soul extremely, and it is difficult to carry out the second time!"

"Even me, it will take hundreds of thousands of years to make up for the origin of the soul and carry out the second seizure."

"Fortunately, this body is not weak. As long as you are careful, there should be no problem."

Xianyang Wusheng's eyes flickered with cold light, looking at Yaochi Yiran and others, "These little things are the juniors of certain forces, there must be elders waiting outside.

The most urgent task is to fool these guys and make them think that this young man is still alive and that he has my inheritance.

In this way, battles can be avoided, and maybe even those forces can be mixed in and use their resources to repair the soul!

If you can't fool them, just kill them all, and then go out and pretend that you are the descendant of the inheritance.

. Hey, how many years, I want to be a junior and a grandson again..."

When Xianyang Wusheng was watching Yaochi Yiran and others, Yaochi Yiran and others were also watching Xianyang Wusheng.

In their eyes, there was no change in Su Lang.

But they have already guessed that this is likely to be the rebirth of Xianyang Martial Saint.

Therefore, Yaochi and others all know that the Su Lang at this time is probably no longer the Su Lang before.

He is very likely to be the Xianyang Martial Saint now!

So, what will Xianyang Wusheng do next?

Kill us witnesses! ?

Yaochi Yiran and the others looked solemn, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Even the three tribes of warriors began to slowly move closer, preparing to resist Xianyang Martial Saint together, or... escape.

"Haha, why are you so nervous?"

Seeing this scene, Xianyang Wusheng quickly showed a warm smile, ready to speak to fool Yaochi Yiran and other little guys who were facing the enemy.

But right now!

. A dark shadow appeared silently in front of him.