The so-called spiritual clone battle is when both sides separate a trace of souls, enter the magic spirit monument, and conduct a duel.

Even if one of the parties is completely killed, it will not harm the deity. At most, it will only take several days to recuperate afterwards.

Yang Lie once came into contact with this kind of competition in Baijie Mountain and Taixuan Immortal Palace. The former comprehended the Wufeng Sword Book in the competition with the King of War Swords. The latter obtained a significant improvement in the sword intent in the competition with the Sword Immortal.

Therefore, he is no stranger to this battle method.

"Hmph! Didn't you use insufficient cultivation as an excuse? The duel is held in the ancestral magic monument, and your spiritual clone can also have the sixth level of the Realm King Realm. This should be fair, right?" Wen Renjian said again.

After the spiritual clone enters the Phantom Spirit Monument, you can adjust your cultivation level as needed. If the level of the Phantom Spirit Monument is high enough, you can even give the warrior the power of the fairyland in the earth!

The magical monument in the ancestral land is this high-level existence.

In fact, this is also a kind of ancestral resource. After geniuses enter the Phantom Monument, they personally experience higher-level powers and have a clearer understanding of the future path of cultivation.

"Yang Lie."

Yang Jianzi frowned slightly. She always felt that Wen Renjian's proposal had a trap. But no matter how she thought about it, she could not find the flaws therein.

When the duel was held in the way he said, Yang Lie would at most lose some soul power, and he could make up for it afterwards by replenishing medicine or resting.

But if you win, the benefits will be too great.

"How is it? As long as you agree, I will immediately take down all the ancestral points. The price you have to pay is only just fifty ancestral points!"

Wen Renjian looked fierce and said excitedly, "Aren't you a so-called genius of the ancestral monument? You might not even dare to accept this, right?"

Yang Lie narrowed his eyes slightly, and he thought of the number of ancestor points that Wenren Arrow had in the previous ranking list-

Two hundred and twenty!

A flash of passionate intention could not help but appear in my eyes. If I could win this duel, the number of ancestral points would rise to 270 in one fell swoop.

Even if the power of the Realm God Transformation Yuan Formation is activated to ten times, it can be used continuously for more than five days.

So, he nodded without hesitation and agreed: "Okay!"

...

"This idiot."

On a mountain in the distance, a graceful figure stomped her feet hatefully. Her sword-browed eyebrows were so heroic that she was the granddaughter of the clan leader, "Yang Yue".

From beginning to end, she was always concerned about the changes in the missionary cliff.

When Wen Renjian proposed the suggestion of a spiritual clone duel, she wanted to stop Yang Lie. However, when she thought of the last time she was hit by the hateful boy with a knee hit, she felt a little angry.

Because of the delay of hesitation, the situation in the field was settled.

"Forget it, just treat it as a lesson, so as not to be arrogant when he has some small strength and not take my Yang family genius seriously!"

Yang Yue murmured to himself, biting her lip, "At worst, there will be a suitable purple gold-level mission. I will bring this guy with me. At that time, the Zu Dian reward will be half of him, which will be enough to make up for his losses."

...

Dragon and Snake Platform.

This is where the outdoor disciples fight to resolve the dispute.

It is located in the center of three peaks, each of which is 888 feet high, not more than one inch or less, as if it has been measured the most perfectly.

The surface of the mountain peak is as smooth as jade, without any trace of weeds and trees. Looking carefully, it is hidden under the brown mountain skin, golden pattern emerges.

These array patterns seem to be swimming like living creatures. As they move back and forth, a surging golden light spews out from the mountain.

The lights continued to stack up, forming a golden fighting platform like a substance in the air. This platform spanned ten miles, with a powerful meaning that the sky collapsed and the earth was indestructible.

On the martial arts fighting platform, the magic spirit monument about one meter wide and one meter six meter high is quietly suspended. This is the magic spirit monument dedicated to warrior duels. It is said that it was from the hands of the ancestors of the Yang family in the past, and even in the ancestral land, there was only one piece!

Only this magical spirit monument can make the warrior's spiritual clone cross the border and possess the power of the gods of 6th level. However, it is really expensive to experience such effects, and each time consumes a full hundred ancestor points!

"Boy, I want you to see clearly what the difference between the python dragon and the real dragon!" Wen Renjian's mouth outlined a cold smile, obviously because the conspiracy succeeded and he was in a good mood.

"Um."

Yang Lie nodded gently, looking kind and comforted, "I hope you won't be too desperate after you recognize the reality. It should be noted that life is not only about cultivation, but also about poetry and longing in the distance."

"puff!"

The disciples who followed him almost whispered. What does it mean to "not be too desperate"? What does "life not only has cultivation, but also poetry and longing in the distance"?

They are clearly comparing themselves to the real dragon, but why does it completely change the taste in your mouth?

Looking at Wen Renjian's face that was soaring into a pig's liver, even the disciple of his surname could not help but deeply sympathize with this genius who ranked fourth in the ancestral point list-

When it comes to bickering, the gap between him and that young man is really not that big.

"When I step on you later, I hope you can still talk so well!"

Wen Renjian suppressed the anger that was almost about to break through the sky, and his right foot stomped his body forward, rushed forward, and rushed into the phantom monument in the sky.

"Oh, the weak are so fantastic, it's really sympathetic." Yang Lie shook his head and sighed again. Fortunately, Wenrenjian didn't hear it, otherwise he would be so angry that he would go wild.

Then, Yang Lie's figure shook slightly and he also entered it.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the Phantom Monument shook slightly, and the surface light surged. As the mist evaporated, two figures were quickly popped out of it and landed on the Dragon and Snake Platform.

Of course, these two people are Wen Renjian and Yang Lie.

The strong aura of boundary force surrounds their bodies. Even if they stand still, their aura seems to affect the surrounding space, causing layers of fragments to appear between the world--

The sixth level of the Realm King Realm!

There is no doubt that the Phantom Spirit Monument has also raised the power of Yang Lie's spiritual clone to this level.

"Um."

Yang Lie's clone stood on the Dragon and Snake Platform, and his eyebrows suddenly frowned slightly, revealing a hint of hesitation.

At this time, the energy in the realm area around him could flow around without activating it, making the breath of illusion of life and death within a few miles.

At first glance, his voice was extremely amazing, and his thoughts seemed to easily cause the surrounding space to collapse!

However, Yang Lie knew in his heart: this kind of power is just an appearance, and the truth of the fact is that he could not control this huge increase in the world power at all!

"Haha! Do you understand? Even if your spiritual clone can have the power of the sixth level of the Realm King Realm, your cultivation level cannot meet the requirements and there is no way to use them."

Wen Renjian's face was filled with unconcealed pride and mocked, "And I am different! I am a sixth-level strongman, and the use of such power is like using the arm to use the fingers, without any obstacles."

Although it was a spiritual clone duel, their voices were clearly heard from the Dragon and Snake Platform, and the disciples watching the scene could hear it clearly.

Yang Jianzi's face changed: "I'm in trouble!"

She finally understood where the uneasiness in her heart came from. Although the Phantom Spirit Monument can forcibly improve the power of the spiritual clone, whether this power can be effectively used depends on the cultivation level of the deity.

At this moment, the power of the sixth level of the Realm King Realm is like a sharp sword, and Yang Lie only has the power of a baby and a child. How could he drive it?

This competition is still a fair showdown!

"You are using fraud!" Yang Xiaoyue's face turned red with anger.

Beiqiu Jue smiled proudly, and his mocking expression on his face was unconcealed: "Who can you blame me if you are stupid?"

Yang Xiaoyue wanted to say something else, but Beiqiu Jue's eyes suddenly turned sharply and came viciously: "Yang Xiaoyue! This world is essentially the prey of the weak. If you want to survive, you must not only have the power of the strong, but also have the scheming of the strong! The boy was blinded by the ancestral point of the bet and could not see through the bet, which shows that he is not suitable for the world of warriors at all! It is better to let him get out as soon as possible, so as to save the waste of precious ancestral resources."

Oppressed by his powerful aura, Yang Xiaoyue's face turned red after struggling, but she could not refute a word.

Yang Jiezi snorted and blocked her behind her: "The showdown has not begun yet, you are talking earlier."

"Yang Jiaozi, I didn't expect you to be so naive! In the face of such a clear situation, do you think that young man can still make a comeback?" Beiqiu Jue said with a sneer.

At this moment, the showdown finally began-

"boom!"

Wenren's arrow bounced his fingers, and an arrow that looked like a fish bone flew through the air, stabbing Yang Lie's heart: "Take me a 'fish bone arrow' first!"

Yang Lie's eyebrows were tightly froze, and the expression on his face seemed to be wandering in another world. When the fish bone arrow approached and the torn force came, he suddenly woke up and slashed his right palm out.

A heavy and heavy sword aura surged out, and he used his palm to use his sword and his heavy and dull sword moves.

"Zheng!"

When the flying fish bone arrow touched the sword energy, it suddenly disappeared and disappeared into the air. Almost at the same time, a rapid roar came from Yang Lie, and the fish bone arrow suddenly appeared behind him and stabbed his left heart.

"Um."

Yang Lie's consciousness and his mind moved slightly, and his perception spread out like a calm lake, clearly reflecting everything around him. At the critical moment, his right foot moved lightly, and he hung and avoided the fish bone arrow.

Then, he held the arrow heavily with his left palm. Before he could hold the fish bone arrow tightly, it trembled gently like a slippery loach and disappeared silently.

"What's going on?"

A confused voice sounded in Yang Lie's heart. He still had a strong premonition, and he seemed to have realized something extraordinary.
Chapter completed!