"This is the method of practicing the sword shadow clone of Yijian Sect. In addition to having strong attack power, it can also place its soul in the sword light at critical moments. With the cultivation of the Earth Fairyland, as long as it does not destroy the soul at once, there will be a chance to be reborn in the future." Back to the Immortal Pillshop of Jinwu City, Fang Yan directly entered the cultivation area of ​​the Immortal Pillshop. He chose to keep his return secret. In the Immortal Pillshop of Jinwu City, only a few people knew about Fang Yan's return. Xiang Fang Zhen, Song Lingshuang, Fu Qingxuan and others reported peace, and Fang Yan began to take out the cultivation method of the Sword Shadow clone of Yijian Sect.

The sword shadow clone is the best immortal-level skill, suitable for sword cultivation. Fang Yan doesn't think so. He practices supreme skills and the best immortal-level skill. He really doesn't like it. However, he is interested in the other party's method of condensing clones. He needs a large number of clones to assist in the cultivation. Even if the clones he condenses can only obtain one-tenth of the experience value of his body's cultivation, once the number increases, ten thousand clones are condensed, which is equivalent to a thousand main bodies practicing day and night, hundreds or thousands of times faster than his previous nine clones, which is exciting just by thinking about it.

"This clone is really difficult to condense. You must cultivate this sword shadow clone to the realm of entering the hall to condense the clone. Every time a clone is condensed, a ray of soul needs to be divided. Only in this way can you have some special abilities of the original body." Fang Yan's divine thoughts exited from the jade slip, and then his brows frowned unconsciously.

Fang Yan needs soul and essence to condense the mind to be distracted. This sword shadow clone is more similar to the existence of magical powers. If Fang Yan wants to assist these sword shadow clones in cultivation, he must use his heart and blood to sacrifice the soul, instead of bursting out when he is dying and forcibly split tens of thousands of souls. Tens of thousands of souls can escape from the sky. Such sword shadow clones are of great numbers and cannot last forever. This is not good news for Fang Yan.

But then again, whether this clone can exist for a long time is related to Fang Yan's future cultivation progress. If Brother Gao keeps making progress like this, he must spend a lot of time to condense the clone. Although condensing the clone will consume a lot of time and energy, and he will become weak, for Fang Yan, this is beneficial to him without any harm.

"I don't believe it anymore. I condense one clone in a month. I can condense twelve clones in a year, and one thousand two hundred in a hundred years. If I use the time of the Nine Yang Futu Tower to accelerate, it will not be difficult to condense tens of clones." Fang Yan's eyes flashed with splendor, and then he gritted his teeth fiercely. This matter is imminent. He must condense the sword shadow clone as soon as possible.

In this way, after Fang Yan returned to the Immortal Pills House in Jinwu City, he would give Fang Zhen a clone the pill he refined, and his original deity entered a deep retreat in the Nine Yang Futu Tower.

As for dealing with Yijianmen and Yinsha Sect, Fang Yan threw it out of the sky, and he was trying his best to gather his unique sword shadow clone.

When he began to sacrifice the sword shadow clone, Fang Yan began to practice the sword light shadow division technique of the Yijian Sect. In the Jiuyang Futu Tower, he specially arranged a set of killing formations. In the first hundred years, he practiced the sword light shadow division technique to the level of a generation of masters, and then began to prepare for the condensation of the clone.

"The sword is the bone, the blood is the body, and the soul is the spirit!" Fang Yan's hand was filled with a bucket, and a dazzling sword light appeared in the Jiuyang Futu Tower. Fang Yan opened his mouth and then a drop of essence and blood flew out.

The scarlet blood emitted amazing energy fluctuations. Fang Yan waved his hand, and the scarlet blood sank into the dazzling sword light. Under Fang Yan's spiritual sense, a figure instantly condensed. Fang Yan slapped the sky spirit cover, and then a soul-dividing particle flew into the illusory figure. Under Fang Yan's gaze, the illusory figure gradually condensed and turned into Fang Yan's tenth clone.

"Haha... I succeeded, I have ten clones, but my hands, it was too painful to condense the clones. Losing essence and blood is a trivial matter, but the soul is lost and separated, that is an individual, and I don't want to suffer the pain for the second time." Fang Yan looked at the clone that was exactly the same as himself, and he couldn't help laughing. During the laughter, a tearing pain came from his mind, and he couldn't help frowning. The joy of refining the tenth clone was instantly diluted.

In the following days, Fang Yan did not immediately refine a new clone, but let the new clone practice with the other clones. While he was nourishing his soul, he would continue to refine a new clone only if the wound of his soul was completely recovered.

"Fang Yan, you are condensing your clones. Why do you want to split your soul instead of splitting a wisp of soul?" Just as Fang Yan refined the second sword shadow clone, the voice of Supreme Kunpeng sounded in Fang Yan's mind.

"Senior, isn't this the case for refining clones?" Fang Yan couldn't help but hear this.

"Since you want to refine your clone, I will pass on a set of soul-dividing techniques. You can retract this soul at any time. The more souls you distribute, the unexpected benefits will be when retracted." Supreme Kunpeng said involuntarily when he heard this.

While speaking, Supreme Kunpeng just thought and immediately a piece of method of separating the soul was imprinted into Fang Yan's sea of ​​consciousness.

"This method of soul division is good, with almost no pain, and the speed of condensing clones is also fast. I just don't know if this clone will produce experience value." When Fang Yan condensed the new clone, he shortened the time by several times compared to before, and he also avoided the time for rest. When the new clones were condensed, Fang Yan was not happy at all, but was a little suspicious.

"Success or failure is here, you will know after practicing it. You don't have to guess what you are worried about."

As Fang Yan finished speaking, Fang Yan began to practice with the newly condensed clone.

Time flies, Fang Yan's original deity is practicing. He has been paying attention to the growth of the characters' experience value in the system layout. The growth rate is exactly the same as before. The new clone cultivation does not have the slightest experience value.

"This kind of clone has no effect on me. If the method of refining clones is correct, a strand of soul must be divided into a single individual to form a single individual."

One hour later, Fang Yan completely gave up and stopped practicing because this clone had no use to him. Apart from running errands, he could not feel that this new clone was of no use, and he couldn't help but say. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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