Chapter 737 Clone

Looking at Fang Xiu and Fang Yao walking away, Ling Ling's eyes were red. She knew that her sister still hadn't forgiven her.

Bai Xiangqing comforted her: "Let her take it easy. She has hated you for ten years. This hatred cannot be resolved with a few words."

In fact, he didn't say another sentence. In addition to the above considerations, there was another reason for choosing to save Ling Ling. That is, Ling Ling looked very much like her mother. This was Bai Xiangqing's selfishness.

What no one noticed was that when Fang Yao turned around and left, although she still had no expression on her face, a tear quietly flowed from her eyes.

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Fang Xiu returned to his retreat place, picked up a long sword, and chopped his right arm fiercely.

Swish!

A cold light flashed, and the right arm was broken.

The magical thing is that even with such a serious injury, Fang Xiu's wound still did not bleed, as if all the blood was absorbed by the body.

The next second, his flesh and blood surged, and an intact right arm grew out.

The right arm on the ground still had amazing activity, and even moved on its own. The palm became claw-shaped and began to dig the ground continuously, like an earthworm, drilling into the soil bit by bit.

The right arm actually buried itself.

At the same time, the black lotus law in Fang Xiu's body emitted strange fluctuations, which were transmitted to the right arm in the soil. Not long after, something incredible happened.

A black flower bud began to grow on the ground. It grew bigger and bigger, gradually becoming more than one person tall. The front part of the flower bud was very large, like a dinosaur egg, with black petals tightly closed, and a faint heartbeat came from inside.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly: "Isn't the flesh and blood enough? It seems that the consumption of hatching the clone is greater than expected. It should be because there is no spirituality, and it can only rely on flesh and blood to support it."

Swish!

Another cold light flashed, and he cut off his palm and threw it to the huge flower in front of him.

The palm gradually melted into the soil, providing nutrients for it.

Finally, the huge flower bud began to slowly bloom, turning into a huge blooming black lotus, with dark and translucent petals, like black crystal.

And in the middle of the black lotus, a naked Fang Xiu was curled up in it.

Fang Yao, who was standing by, saw Fang Xiu cut off his arm and palm, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but look a little unnatural, but even so, she didn't turn her head away.

Under the gaze of the two, the naked Fang Xiu stood up calmly, walked down from the black lotus, and found a piece of clothes for himself to dress neatly.

And after he left, the black lotus withered and disappeared.

Fang Xiu looked at his clone. With his current perception ability, he couldn't see any difference from the original body. Except for the strength, everything else was exactly the same.

The strength of the clone is determined by the original body. The clone will have as much power as the original body gives it.

The clone in front of him currently only has the strength comparable to that of a person who has sublimated once.

Fang Xiu did not give the clone too much power, because he is now in the critical period of the third sublimation. Once too much power is divided, it may affect the third sublimation.

In addition, the clone does not need too much power, because the clone has the ability of the original body. In this barbaric treasure house, the wealth accumulated by the barbarians for thousands of years is all in it, with colorful stones and natural treasures. It will not take a few months for the clone to have the strength comparable to the original body now.

Fang Xiu and the clone looked at each other in silence, and then the clone silently walked to the corner and began to devour the natural treasures. During this period, the two did not communicate at all, because the clone and the original body are equivalent to one person, and their minds are connected. The conversation between the two is like talking to themselves, which is completely unnecessary.

Then, Fang Xiu also began to retreat and started the third sublimation.

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In the outside world, Ling Ling and others are attacking Xu Ruohai. Fang Xiu and Fang Yao are obviously not easy to talk to, so they can only point their spearheads at Xu Ruohai.

In their opinion, Xu Ruohai should be Fang Xiu's follower, and his words showed great respect for Fang Xiu.

They wanted to get some information about Fang Xiu from Xu Ruohai. After all, such a terrifying person must have been famous in this world for a long time, but now he suddenly appeared, which was very strange.

As the most cautious person among the demigods, Xu Ruohai instinctively resisted revealing his origins casually. He just fooled a few people and said that he had been practicing in the mountains before...

For this kind of rhetoric, Ling Ling and others knew that he was perfunctory, but they had no choice but to cooperate with him. Xu Ruohai also knew that they knew he was perfunctory, but he still chose to perfunctory.

"Mr. Xu, Mr. Fang Xiu can restrain the power of the flower god, and the true body of Nuwa of our saint can fight Ling Xinghe without losing. If we cooperate, then killing Ling Xinghe is a piece of cake. I wonder if Mr. Xu can tell Mr. Fang Xiu that our sect sincerely invites him and Fang Yao to join the sect, and is willing to offer the position of deputy leader to show sincerity." Bai Xiangqing invited politely.

Fang Xiu's appearance made them see the possibility of defeating Ling Xinghe.

Xu Ruohai smiled slightly: "This matter is serious, let's wait for Mr. True God to come out of retreat."

Bai Xiangqing's eyes flashed with doubt: "Mr. Xu, I have something to say but I don't know if I should say it."

"Please speak."

"Why do you always call Mr. Fang Xiu the True God? Is his title the True God?"

Xu Ruohai shook his head: "It's not that the title is true god, but that he is the true god."

Bai Xiangqing couldn't help but frown slightly. The gods in his impression were existences like the great goddess Nuwa. Although Fang Xiu had strange abilities, he was far from being called a god.

"Don't be confused, you will understand gradually in the future."

While the two were chatting, a figure walked out of the wild treasure house, with a small tail following behind it.

It was Fang Xiu and Fang Yao.

As soon as Ling Ling saw Fang Yao appear, she immediately wanted to go find her sister, but as soon as she took two steps, she looked miserable and did not dare to step forward.

"Your Majesty the True God, why did you come out of seclusion right after you retreated?" Xu Ruohai asked.

Fang Xiu said calmly: "The sublimation failed."

Xu Ruohai was immediately shocked. When he saw Ling Xinghe burst out with the power of the Flower God, he was not as surprised as he is now.

True God? fail! ?

It was really hard for him to put the two words together.

Bai Xiangqing looked at Fang Xiu at the side. As an ultimate sublimator and possessing a weak Nuwa bloodline, he was basically the pinnacle of power in this world. He could see the crux of Fang Xiu's problem at a glance.

"Your Excellency Fang Xiu, please forgive me, your Qi and blood are very powerful. The problem of failed sublimation is not due to Qi and blood, but to Nuwa's bloodline."

Fang Xiu did not reply, because he knew very well the reason why his breakthrough failed. His physical body was already infinitely close to the seventh level, and only the law of life was missing. In order for the body to condense the law of life, it must have the blood of Nuwa, or swallow the flesh and blood of Nuwa's descendants. .

When Fang Yao heard this, she didn't hesitate at all. She pulled out the dagger hidden in her leather boots and was about to slash her wrist. However, a big hand firmly grasped her slender wrist.

Fang Yao raised her head and met a pair of deep and calm eyes. She was a little puzzled: "Drink... my blood, you can... you can..."

Fang Xiu interrupted her and said in a calm but unquestionable tone: "I'm not ready to rely on a woman's self-harm to break through."

Suddenly, Fang Yao's heart trembled slightly at this moment.

Having been robbed of her flesh and blood for ten years, she only now truly believes that there are people in this world who do not covet Nuwa's flesh and blood.