A few days later, Yang Bo appeared in front of everyone in the Tianji group again.

These days, everyone has been staying here waiting for Yang Bo. Everyone knows that Yang Bo must have gone to deal with something and will be back soon.

Seeing Yang Bo appear, No. 4 couldn't wait to ask: "Fellow Daoist Yang, what happened?"

Yang Bo said: "I found a way."

Everyone looked in Yang Bo's direction, full of surprise. What could Yang Bo do?

Yang Bo reached out and made a move, and a clone appeared. This clone looked different from Yang Bo, but it had the same ordinary and unremarkable appearance.

However, the cultivation level of this clone is very low, only the cultivation level of the God Refining Realm.

This clone was carrying a purple bamboo, and its entire face was black and full of evil spirits.

No. 1 was the closest. He approached and reached out to touch the clone, but as soon as he got closer, he felt a chill coming over him. It seemed that as long as he touched the clone, he would be contaminated with dirt!

Number 1 quickly took a few steps back. He stared at the clone. He could clearly see that there was no luck on top of the clone's head.

The clone has just been refined and has just appeared in the world. It has not yet been recognized by heaven and earth, so it has no luck. If it existed for a longer time, there would be luck.

No. 6 walked forward, walked around the clone, and laughed loudly, "This clone is really fun. Is it so easy to make it?"

"Can I also refine a clone?"

Yang Bo explained: "This clone is just a temporary measure. I made it in a hurry, specifically to absorb evil spirits!"

"Our cultivation level is too low. It's too early to refine the clone now. Don't be too anxious!"

No. 6 stared at the clone, "I feel that the materials you used are very good. Did you use a lot of precious materials?"

Yang Bo nodded, but didn't explain too much. He used Xi soil.

Before, it took a long time to refine the clone for my mother-in-law. That was because my mother-in-law's clone was highly cultivated and had to be refined when refining.

Yang Bo didn't pay special attention to this clone. Although he added a lot of precious materials, the potential of this clone was really limited.

According to Yang Bo's thinking, if this clone carries too much filthy energy, it will most likely be damaged in the end.

Everyone in the Tianji team stared at Yang Bo's clone, and everyone was amazed.

Yang Bo was originally the weakest in cultivation. After this wave of spiritual energy, he caught up with everyone's cultivation and was the first to refine a clone. This made everyone very emotional!

Back when Yang Bo was lower in cultivation than everyone else, he was already much stronger than everyone else. Now that he has a clone, he should be even stronger!

No. 3 said: "Now that I have this clone, I will contact the Luck Law monk next!"

Yang Bo said: "Don't worry yet, let's take the clone to absorb the filthy air and try the effect before we talk."

"If this clone's cultivation is too weak and it absorbs too little filthy energy, even if the Qi Luck Law monk comes, it will be useless."

Number 2 said: "In that case, it might as well give it a try!"

Everyone walked out with their clones.

Yang Bo only needs to branch out a ray of spiritual consciousness to control this clone.

However, Yang Bo could feel that his ability to control the clone with his spiritual consciousness was still a bit obscure. This was because his cultivation was too weak and the strength of his spiritual consciousness could not be reached. This was caused by the ambiguity.

After walking out of the inn, everyone could clearly see that there were already a large number of wounded people on both sides of the street, many of whom seemed to have been injured recently.

Seeing this situation, Yang Bo couldn't help but be surprised. He looked at everyone, "What is this?"

No. 2 said: "Another war broke out recently. Two Buddha bones appeared in Buddhism. The two Buddha bones attacked together, causing a large number of casualties."

Yang Bo frowned, "Song Tianyin didn't listen to our advice after all?"

"Did he not spread the news about the Buddha's bones at all?"

Number 2 nodded and said nothing more.

If No. 2 wasn't here, Yang Bo almost wanted to say that Song Tianyin was a traitor!

No. 1 smiled and said: "However, it is not without good news."

"The precautions we publicized outside a few days ago have quietly spread among the monks during this period. Everyone understands that they should stay away from Buddha bones."

"If we hadn't spread the news, I'm afraid the casualties would have been even more serious."

Yang Bo controlled the clone to walk to a monk whose symptoms were slightly mild. He raised his black sword and slashed at him.

The sword struck at the luck, and the black filth was chopped down.

The clone hurriedly stepped forward and waved the purple bamboo in his hand. The purple bamboo instantly absorbed all the black filthy air.

However, there was still a bit of filthy air falling on the clone.

The filthy air was cut away, and the injured monk suddenly felt refreshed. It seemed that the sharp sword on his head was taken away, and the itching all over his body subsided, which surprised him.

The injured monk looked up at Yang Bo and knelt down quickly, "Thank you, fellow Taoist! Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

Yang Bo ignored the other party, because at the moment when the other party thanked him, he suddenly felt a wisp of red and yellow air falling from the sky, which was the power of merit!

The power of merit fell on the luck on Yang Bo's head, and he took it out with the brilliance of his eyes and sent it to Qingyun Peak for preservation.

Yang Bo glanced at the other party, his face looking very calm, "You're welcome!"

When he cut off the opponent's luck just now, Yang Bo did feel his own luck fluctuating, and it seemed that some of his luck was stripped away, but the loss of merit was enough to make up for the loss of luck!

Yang Bo was very excited. If he could treat all the injured in the city, wouldn't he be able to collect more merit?

However, Yang Bo did not dare to do this, because the power of luck was limited, and even his luck could not consume too much at one time...bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

No. 3 stepped forward, "How?"

Yang Bo nodded, "You can invite Taoist friends from the Law of Luck to come!"

"I feel like the clone absorbs the filthy air, so there shouldn't be much of a problem!"

Number 3 was very happy, "Okay! Okay! I'll arrange it right away!"

Next, No. 3 goes back. He has to travel through the jade tablet to find the monk of the Law of Luck. It is obviously inconvenient here.

Yang Bo walked forward and started to chop off the luck on the injured person's head.

As Yang Bo's operation progressed, the injured around him saw the effect, and everyone rushed forward to ask Yang Bo for treatment.

The Tianji team maintained order at the scene and asked everyone to line up. Yang Bo started to cut off the luck and let the clone use Zizhu to absorb the dirty air.

Although Yang Bo could be very fast, he didn't intend to consume too much luck and didn't want everyone to find it too easy, so he deliberately lowered his speed.
Chapter completed!