Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 4: Rise of the Divine Source Chapter 908: Cultivation of the Clone

As the sound appeared, what made Feng Lao and the Lieshan family members shrink their eyes was a slender figure walking out of the broken square door.

This man has a handsome appearance, as if he has condensed the creation of heaven and earth into one body. His black hair is fluttering, and he is wearing a star robe that shines brightly. As he stands there, his aura of unearthly energy is enough to attract the attention of everyone who sees him.

Starry eyes were bright and sword-like eyebrows were like mountains. He stood there, as if all the lights around him were dimmed, and only his figure became the focal point in everyone's eyes.

Seizing the fortune of heaven and earth, enjoying the destiny of the sky, this is him, Daokong!

Xu Hui frowned and took a few steps back. The remaining sixteen figures dispersed in an instant. The nine old men came quickly and guarded Daokong like guards. The concern in their expressions was extremely obvious.

"This is a misunderstanding. I hope the Black Moxing family won't mind." Daokong smiled lightly and cupped his fists slightly towards Feng Lao and others.

Feng Lao's eyes flashed imperceptibly, and he followed Daokong's body to the room where Su Ming was. In that room, he saw Yurou, the thirteen old men, and Su Ming sat cross-legged with calm eyes.

"This fellow Daoist Su had a secret message to talk to Dao, so he came up with this trick and teleported Dao. Now that the conversation is over, no wonder Fellow Daoist Su." Daokong smiled slightly.

Su Ming also smiled and nodded, with a hint of apology on his face, and looked at Feng Lao, the Nine Elders beside Daokong, and Xu Hui.

Xu Hui stared at Daokong. If it weren't for the fact that Daokong's breath had not changed at all in her feelings, then she would definitely suspect that there was something wrong. But now the feelings in her soul were as usual, but she always felt that something was wrong. .

But she couldn't tell the specifics. In the blink of an eye, her body quietly and ineffectively disappeared into nothingness.

"Since this is a misunderstanding, I would like to ask fellow Taoists from Daochen Realm to return to your rooms. The auction is still in progress, so I will leave." Boss Feng glanced at Daokong meaningfully and spoke calmly.

"I just said that I offended a certain subordinate. I apologize for it." Daokong was gentle and apologetic. When he cupped his fists, his expression was apologetic. This was in line with his identity and the way he usually felt to outsiders. As he spoke, he turned and looked at Su Ming glanced at him, nodded with a smile, and strode towards his room.

The nine old men looked at the Lieshan family with unkind expressions and followed Daokong away.

After they left, Feng Lao frowned, glanced at Su Ming again, pondered for a moment, turned around and left with the Lieshan family members. As for Yu Lao, he disappeared into nothingness before. , has disappeared now.

In Su Ming's room, the thirteen old men looked numb. They would not think about anything about Su Ming. In their consciousness, they could only execute.

But Yurou was not like that. She looked at Su Ming complicatedly. She had a vague guess in her heart, but this guess made her feel a little unbelievable.

"This shouldn't be a body snatching. Otherwise, why is Daokong still sane and Su Ming is still sane, and judging from the appearance of the Daochen Sect people, they can find this place immediately, which means that some of them are related to Daokong. A close connection, but once Daokong is taken away, this connection will definitely be interrupted...

But looking at them just now, it seemed like...the connection was still there?

But if it's not to seize the body, then what is it..." Yurou thought about it, looking at Su Ming with a hint of deep fear in her eyes, and she felt more and more that Su Ming was unfathomable.

"Let's go, there is no need to stay here anymore." Su Ming stood up and spoke lightly before walking forward. Yu Rou followed him. As for the thirteen old men, they bowed respectfully to Su Ming and disappeared. In the room, go guard the auction.

"Prepare a secret room for me. I want to retreat." After walking out of the room, Su Ming spoke calmly. Yu Rou behind him lowered his head and said yes.

A moment later, in a secret room deep underground in Blackwater City, Su Ming sat cross-legged there, surrounded by silence. He opened his eyes and looked calm, without showing any expression.

He seemed to be waiting for something, until a moment later, when a breeze seemed to blow from the void in the secret room, Su Ming looked around.

But he saw Feng Lao walking out of the wind and sitting cross-legged in front of Su Ming.

"Master Barbarian God, please give me an explanation." Feng Lao looked at Su Ming and spoke hoarsely.

Su Ming did not speak, but raised his right hand. On his right hand, cold air slowly emerged from the void, and then pieces of snowflakes appeared. This was not an illusion, this was Su Ming's destiny method. Caused by midwinter cold.

Those few snowflakes appeared in Su Ming's palm and fell to the ground along his palm, gradually covering Su Ming's side with a layer of snow.

"Mr. Feng, what did you see?" Su Ming said slowly.

"Snow." Feng Lao frowned slightly.

Su Ming grasped the snowflakes floating out of nothingness with his right hand, and then released his hand towards Feng Lao, revealing the unmelted snowflakes on the palm of his hand.

"What's this."

"Snow!" Feng Lao said calmly.

Su Ming smiled, waved his right hand, shook off the snowflakes in his palm, and then lightly grabbed the layer of snow beside him.

"What is this?"

"It's still snow." Feng Lao narrowed his eyes, seeming to realize something.

"I've already explained it to you." Su Ming flicked his sleeves, and all the snowflakes around him disappeared in an instant.

"I want to retreat, and I also want to go to the Divine Source Star Sea. Farewell, I don't know when we will meet again, Mr. Feng... take care." Su Ming smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

Feng Lao was silent for a moment, shook his head and smiled, stood up, bowed to Su Ming, turned around, shook his head and left.

He understood. Su Ming had indeed given him an explanation just now. As for the specific understanding, it would vary from person to person.

While Su Ming was in seclusion, the auction outside was still going on. In Daokong's room, he was sitting on a soft chair with a glass of wine in his hand, watching the auction outside the light curtain and sipping the wine.

The nine elders behind him crossed their legs, all with their eyes closed, covering up the white light that the nine people had shown when they were furious.

That beautiful body no longer looked like Catwoman at this moment, but turned into a weak one, as if she was afraid of Daokong, kneeling respectfully aside, holding a wine bottle in her hand, and adding wine to Daokong from time to time.

"I need an explanation!" Xu Hui's gloomy voice came from the void.

"Oh? What's the explanation?" When Daokong spoke lightly, his eyes flickered slightly and he looked at the woman beside him. This woman immediately became this weak after following him into the room. The way he looked, that kind of fear was by no means false, but he was really afraid of himself.

"The teleportation of the Star Saint Robe, what happened after you were teleported out?" Xu Hui's gloomy voice echoed in the room.

"Fellow Daoist Su from Black Ink Star has a deal to do with me. It's not convenient to go to me directly, so he uses this method..." Daokong spoke slowly, but as soon as he said this, he immediately noticed the naked body next to him. After a pause, he raised his head and looked at himself in surprise.

Even among the nine old men behind him, some of them raised their chins slightly.

In front of him, ripples immediately appeared in the void. Among these ripples, Xu Hui stepped out. She stared at Daokong, with a trace of evil and strangeness flashing in her eyes.

"... Only in this way can you have a confidential conversation with me." Daokong's eyes were slightly closed and he spoke calmly.

"Oh? What kind of secret conversation is it?" Xu Hui spoke again.

"What secret conversation..." Daokong raised his head slightly, with a smile on his face. As soon as the hand holding the cup was loosened, the cup in his hand immediately fell, but before it hit the ground, the woman reached out to take it. Seeing this scene , Daokong's smile became even thicker, and his right hand fell directly on the woman's face. When he stroked it gently, the woman lowered her head, and the surprise in her expression dissipated and turned into submission.

Among the nine old men behind him, those who raised their heads also lowered their heads after seeing this.

Even Xu Hui's eyes were focused, and her expression seemed to be normal, but the suspicion in her heart dissipated a little with Daokong's move.

"My lord, why do I have to tell you?" Daokong seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with a hint of coldness in his expression as he looked at Xu Hui.

Xu Hui frowned. What she disliked very much was Daokong's expression and tone, but it was this expression and tone that made her inner suspicion disappear again. She snorted coldly, and her body disappeared into nothingness again.

As Xu Hui disappeared, Daokong's eyes fell on the light screen, with a half-smile on his face, but deep inside, he was calm.

He is not Daokong!

He is Su Ming!

Daokong's soul and all consciousness have been taken away by Su Ming, but it will take some time to digest Daokong's memory. This will not take long, a month is enough.

The moment he succeeded in seizing Daokong's body, Su Ming clearly felt that Daokong's qualifications far exceeded his own, and the most important thing was that he could faintly sense the luck in Daokong.

This is the luck from the Daochen True Realm. The existence of this luck can make this cultivation clone unlimited.

"As Ye Wang's luck slowly disappears, until he leaves, this cultivation clone of mine will condense most of the luck in the entire Daochen Realm. In this way, in this luck With nourishment and assistance, this clone's qualifications... will reach an extremely powerful state.

Moreover... my identity is a direct descendant of the Daochen Sect, the Daochen Sect... I don't know what kind of torment the grudges between us will be if I become the only young master of the Daochen Sect in the future. "Su Ming smiled, that smile was very bright and revealed a strong evil vibe.

This smile was seen by the girl on the side, and she trembled inwardly. She quickly lowered her head and allowed Su Ming's right hand to brush gently on her face.

"This auction is boring. Please inform Star Wars Ark that I will leave tomorrow." Su Ming's eyes flashed and he spoke calmly -

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