Chapter 443 Everything Is for the Master

Then, the clone checked the small bottles again.

They were filled with some precious elixirs, some of which could heal wounds, some of which could improve cultivation, and each one was priceless.

The clone was delighted at this time, and this discovery would bring huge benefits to the master.

He carefully put these things away and prepared to find a place to hide them temporarily.

However, just as he was about to leave the cave, footsteps and voices suddenly came from outside.

Obviously, someone had discovered the abnormality of this cave and was walking here.

The clone frowned, and he knew that he had to deal with the visitor as soon as possible, otherwise he would never have peace if the news leaked.

Although he was not worried about being robbed by these immortal cultivators, he might temporarily lose the opportunity to find treasures for his master.

He quickly extinguished the light, and the entire cave returned to its original darkness and silence.

Then, the clone held his breath, concentrated his mind and waited for the visitor to appear.

His hands clenched into fists, and the spiritual power in his body quietly circulated, ready to launch an attack at any time.

In this mountain range full of dangers and opportunities, every battle is fought to gain more cultivation resources.

The clone quietly crouched in the shadow of the cave, his eyes staring at the cave entrance through the faint light.

He could feel that the man was not weak, and every step he took seemed steady and powerful. He was obviously a cultivator who had experienced many battles.

The footsteps were getting closer, but the clone's heartbeat became calmer.

His breathing almost disappeared completely, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into the darkness, waiting for the right time.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave. It was a middle-aged cultivator in a dark gray robe. His eyes were alert, and the long sword in his hand was ready to deal with possible dangers at any time.

The middle-aged cultivator looked around and seemed to feel the abnormality in the cave, but he could not find any specific clues.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped in.

The moment he stepped into the cave, the clone moved.

His movements were as swift as a cheetah, and the flying sword slashed the opponent's back with a sharp sound of wind.

The middle-aged cultivator also reacted quickly, twisting his body and swinging his sword to block, but the clone's attack was too sudden, and he could only barely deflect the force and bear the blow.

With a muffled groan, the middle-aged cultivator fell forward, and the long sword flew out of his hand.

The clone did not give him a chance to breathe, and followed closely, attacking continuously, and the sword energy poured down like a rainstorm.

Although the middle-aged cultivator was strong, he gradually fell into a disadvantage under the clone's continuous attack.

He tried to use his own spells to counterattack, but found that the clone had extremely rich combat experience and could predict and destroy his spells in advance every time.

Finally, in a contest of strength and speed, the clone seized the flaw and hit the middle-aged cultivator's chest accurately with a sword, knocking him out and hitting him heavily against the cave wall.

The middle-aged cultivator struggled to stand up, but the injuries in his body made him unable to move.

The clone slowly approached and looked at him calmly.

"Who are you? Why did you sneak attack me?" The middle-aged cultivator asked with difficulty, his eyes full of confusion and anger.

The clone did not answer, but checked the other party's storage ring and found some elixirs and magic tools, which were all spoils for him.

As for the identity of the middle-aged cultivator, he was not very concerned, because in this mountain range, everyone could be an enemy.

After dealing with the spoils, the clone decided to end this meaningless conversation.

He slapped the middle-aged cultivator's head with a palm, intending to send him off.

But just as his palm was about to touch the other party, a strong breath surged from outside the cave.

The clone turned back suddenly and sensed that a group of cultivators were approaching quickly, obviously attracted by the movement of the battle.

He did not hesitate, and quickly took action, then hid the body of the middle-aged cultivator in the shadow of the corner, and then clenched the flying sword in his hand again, ready to meet new enemies.

In this mountain full of unknowns and dangers, he understood more clearly in his heart that every battle was for survival.

Facing the upcoming battle, the clone quickly adjusted his state and raised his mind to the limit.

The next battle was the biggest test for him.

At the entrance of the cave, a group of immortal cultivators filed in, their eyes scanning the dim cave, trying to find the source of the battle just now.

The clone hid in the shadows, silent, waiting for an opportunity.

"There are people here!" One of the immortal cultivators shouted loudly, obviously having noticed something unusual.

The clone did not give them more time to react. He suddenly rushed out from the darkness, and the flying sword in his hand turned into a cold light, pointing directly at the nearest immortal cultivator.

The immortal cultivator panicked and hurriedly retreated, but the speed of the clone was far beyond his imagination. One sword directly penetrated his defense and injured him.

Afterwards, the clone did not stop, and his figure shuttled through the cave like a ghost. His attack was as ruthless as a storm, and every sword found the target accurately.

Although this group of immortal cultivators was large in number, their cultivation was only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Under the sudden attack of the clone, they seemed at a loss and could not form an effective defense or counterattack.

The battle lasted for a while, and the clone had already knocked down several people. Seeing this, the other cultivators began to panic.

They did not expect to encounter such a powerful opponent in this place.

"Let's go together! He's only one person!" One of the cultivators who seemed to be the leader shouted, trying to stabilize the situation.

So, the remaining cultivators began to gather together, casting various spells and magic tools, and launched a fierce attack on the clone.

The clone's face remained unchanged, and there was a calm light in his eyes. Now was not the time to summon the clone army.

In countless trials on the edge of life and death, he had already learned how to find opportunities in crisis.

He used the complex terrain in the cave to cleverly avoid most attacks, while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Every time he attacked, one person would fall.

As the battle progressed, the figure of the clone seemed to merge with the darkness, and he appeared and disappeared in the enemy's sight, making it unpredictable.

Finally, after a fierce battle, the clone stood in the center of the cave, surrounded by fallen monks lying in all directions.

He panted slightly, but his eyes were still firm.

He checked the battlefield, collected all valuable items, and quickly left the exposed cave.

On the way out, the clone secretly analyzed in his heart that this victory was due to his surprise attack and rich combat experience.

As time goes by, the fighting in the mountains will become more and more intense.

He must be more careful and find as many resources as possible for Chen Ze while ensuring his own safety.

After leaving the cave where the fierce battle took place, the clone continued to shuttle through the mountains.

His steps were more cautious, and every exploration was cautious to avoid falling into possible traps or ambushes.

As he went deeper, the scene in the mountains was constantly changing.

He passed through deep forests, crossed winding streams, and even climbed steep peaks.

In the process, he encountered various spiritual medicines and monsters, some of which were cleverly captured by him, and some cleverly avoided his tracking.

The clone knew that every step in this mountain range must be careful.

He must not only be careful of the enemies lurking in the dark, but also pay attention to the natural environment that seems harmless but contains huge crises.

And everything he is doing now, and everything he has experienced, is not just happening to him alone.

Various stories and encounters are happening to every clone who is traveling.

They are all working towards the same goal.

All for the master.