The barrel broke and a bloody shadow rose from the ground.

Walking with a pen and traveling with a dragon, it seems like one day when a man holds a magic pen in his hand, uses blood to make ink between heaven and earth, and draws a dragon.

The blood light flew away like a dragon reborn in the world. Blood lights shone through the clouds and clouds in all directions turned into blood.

And the source of the blood light was a figure that described as strange! The face of this person was exactly the same as that of Jing Wuming, as if it was printed in a mold.

On his neck, countless twisted granulations grew.

These granules not only grow on the neck of the figure, but also on the abdomen! These granules are connected to each other, like tightly sewn clothes. It seems that without the restraint of these granules, the person will be immediately divided into three sections, with a different body and head! Not to mention, between these granulus, you can even see pairs of eyes and ghosts of wronged souls! In a vague way, countless resentful spirits can still hear the unwilling roars and roars of resentful spirits.

These resentful spirits seemed to want to break through this body, but they also had strange magic power to imprison them all.

It turned out that the tens of thousands of troops who died in battle were not only swallowed by the flesh and blood, but also the wronged souls were not spared! And the aura that spreads from this monster's body actually has the power of the Nascent Soul Realm cultivation level! "Hmph, it's pretty good!" Jing Wuming snorted coldly, took off the black cloak covered by his body, and threw it into the air.

The man rolled up his black clothes, wrapped his whole body, and only showed his head, and was alone with Jing Wuming! Even Lin Xuan, Zhuang Wenxing, here, looked at the monster's face, and the unique blood aura on his body, would probably be deceived.

"Hmph, it's pretty good!"

The monster looked at his hands and feet, clenched his fists, snorted coldly, and made a difficult and unpleasant sound in his throat, but it was the same sentence as Jing Wuming said.

"With this clone, it is enough to confuse the monks in the world."

Jing Wuming offended the entire world of cultivation, so life is certainly not easy.

He tried his best to refine this blood incarnation, in order to confuse the vision of the cultivation world so that he could breathe.

"Good guy, who did I think it was? It turned out to be your big devil!"

However, before Jing Wuming was happy for too long, several figures emerged from the side, siege and killing, and surrounded Jing Wuming's clone.

"I had long noticed that the battlefield was strange, but I didn't expect that it was Jing Wuming, the famous descendant of the Blood Demon!"

The leader was wearing a dragon suit and looking like a young man with a high spirit. He held his hands behind him, and a dragon energy was faintly shrouded in his body.

If Lin Xuan had this again, he would have recognized this young man. He was no one else, but the little prince who had met in Yunzhong City, Wu Yuanbai.

And the people around him are all extraordinary, all of them are capable, and their cultivation is not as good as the Nascent Soul.

Several people even formed a sword formation to surround Jing Wuming, the clone.

I think this little prince is deeply loved by the Eighth prince, so there must be masters around him.

But no one expected that the Eighth Prince's love for this little prince had reached this point, and there were eight Nascent Soul Realm masters around him at any time! "The real dragon energy?"

Who is this guy?”

On the ground, Jing Wuming looked at the arrogant boy in the air in confusion and couldn't help but frown.

The Spirit Turtle King has been in Wujing for so long, how could he not know this little guy?

He nodded and said respectfully: "Back to the master, this person is the beloved son of the Eighth Prince, Wu Yuanbai. He followed his father to fight this time, so he will appear here."

This place is the battlefield between Dawu and Chen Liao. Of course, it is not surprising that the little prince appears here.

Just looking at the little prince with excitement and guarding face, he didn't seem to realize that the "big devil" in front of him was not the real big devil.

It's no wonder that Wu Yuanbai didn't know Jing Wuming, but just learned the information about this big devil from other channels.

And even Lin Xuan and Zhuang Wenxing are here, it is probably difficult to distinguish this "Jing Wuming" made by the blood of ten thousand people and three unlucky golden elixir monks, let alone others?

"Little Prince...is interesting."

Jing Wuming looked at the boy with some surprise, not because of his little prince's identity, but because of the real dragon aura on his body.

You should know that the true dragon energy is formed by the desire of countless people in a country.

Having the aura of the true dragon means having the will of the people and being invincible.

Logically speaking, the true dragon energy will only appear on the emperor or the prince who succeeded to the throne.

But the rich real dragon aura on this little prince's body makes people have to doubt it.

"This is not difficult to understand. The Eighth Prince who assisted the current Emperor Dawu to take office back then.

According to legend, he was the only emperor position, but he refused and handed over the important task of the country to his own brother."

The Spirit Turtle King has a clear knowledge of this kind of secret of the Great Wu Kingdom. After all, he also helped the founding emperor of the Great Wu Kingdom to make great contributions. "This Eighth Prince is amazing, and even has the courage to give up the position of the emperor, tsk tsk."

When Jing Wuming heard this, he couldn't help but nodded. With this courage, it's no wonder that the Eighth Prince's reputation is even better than that of the emperor, both among the people and in the army! While the two talked, over the battlefield, "Jing Wuming" had already fought with the eight Nascent Soul masters around the little prince.

Jing Wuming, the clone, inherited all the cultivation skills of Jing Wuming, but because he had just been born, he had not mastered it yet.

Jing Wuming was worried that he would not find the opportunity to exercise his clone. He never thought that this little prince helped him solve this problem.

And they are eight Nascent Soul masters who are comparable to their clones! "I really dozed off and someone gave me a pillow. Humph, just have fun with this little prince!"

A killing intention flashed in Jing Wuming's eyes, and the Spirit Turtle King shivered.

Because he knew that Jing Wuming had fallen in love with the flesh and blood of the eight masters in the Nascent Soul Realm.

He also knew that no one could escape the monks targeted by Jing Wuming... Southern Continent, Fengyue City.

Lin Xuan and his men flew all the way, a distance of 300 miles may take more than half a day for the Tiantong tribe or the Tongma tribe.

But for monks who master the laws of heaven and earth, it is much simpler.

If it weren't for the fear of being too shocking and scaring Lin San, and with flying over the bronze horse tribe, Lin Xuan deliberately slowed down.

Everyone was probably here long ago.

Of course, in order not to cause any disturbance, outside Fengyue City, everyone had already landed, pretended to be ordinary travelers, and entered the city in the army.

"Wow, this place is so big, much bigger than the tribe!"

Lin San came to a big city where human settlements were for the first time. Looking at the towering high walls and the flow of people, his eyes couldn't help but look straight.

Tong Yan Wuji left the tribe for the first time and came to such a big city, so the little guy was naturally dazzled.

"This is nothing. In mainland Zhongzhou, such a city can only be considered a small county."

Bai Nuan held Lin San and smiled and said, "If you have the opportunity to go to my husband's hometown, that would be a big city. The skyscrapers are like a steel forest!"

"Really? Really? Sister Bai, please tell me!"

When Lin Sanyi heard this, his eyes lit up and he kept asking around Bai Nuan.

Chen Qiqi heard this and looked shocked on her face, looking at Lin Xuan strangely.

Lin Xuan naturally knew what she was surprised, so he shrugged and smiled, "Don't look at me like this, you guessed it, we did go back once."

"When did it happen?"

Chen Qiqi widened her eyes and looked at Lin Xuan in surprise.

"When you were caught by the Spirit Turtle King..." Lin Xuan smiled helplessly, "We found the Spirit Turtle King to go back, but this old boy wants us to stay on the earth forever..." Lin Xuan chose the key point and told the matter about the Spirit Turtle King. Only then did Chen Qiqi understand why the Spirit Turtle King who was all over the world suddenly went crazy.

Even at the risk of offending one of the eight immortal sects of Guixian Island, she was imprisoned and killed Yiyi.

"So that's how it is..." Chen Qiqi showed a look of loneliness on her face, but she also knew that Lin Xuan could not be blamed.

Lin Xuan had already tried his best to escape from death, and he had no idea that Chen Qiqi was looking for him.
Chapter completed!