Reflecting Lake Military Academy, Naser reached out to catch a white ring flying over the critical layer, his eyes as if with the power of time, witnessing many things that have not yet happened.

"Let's see when I can protect this clone." Naser laughed. Gerry's clone was just a ball of clay. Although Naser's manufacturing technology made this clay clone look like a real person, it was impossible to hide it from everyone.

It is hard for Nesser to know how far this clone can go.

People grow up in stages. Nesser used to reject the ability of prophetics to interfere with the fate around him. However, as he gained a deeper understanding of fate, he gradually relaxed the limitations of this ability.

In the past, the rejection was because if one wanted to exert one's own influence, it would only make those close to one's own appearance little by little.

Because their future is influenced by Nether, they act like puppets, following Nether's will.

However, as Nasser further understood his fate, he had escaped his own predicament. At this moment, even if he was just a clone, he had an endless future. Even he himself could not see what this clone would be like.

This is not because his predictions for the future are weaker, but because he is stronger and has a higher level of exposure.

Just like a frog at the bottom of a well, she clearly counts the things under the bottom of a well, believing that she becomes the absolute master of the bottom of a well, and every move will have a huge impact on the bottom of a well.

And as the frog jumped out of the well and saw a wider world, it became clear that its influence was still limited.

Naiser is in this process of jumping out of the bottom of the well step by step.

It is not shameful to admit that you are still weak.

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Outside the city, the white light gradually faded away, and Cyrillo fell to the ground again, and one of his arms had disappeared at this moment.

Behind him, Nesser also fell to the ground, gasping heavily.

Looking at his broken hand, Cialillo felt a sense of fear. When Neser launched an attack before, he sensed the power of the attack and cleared it. If he was hit head-on, he would definitely die.

Naturally, he chose to dodge, hoping that he could avoid that attack.

However, the movements of the monk behind him disturbed his movements. His dodge did not completely dodge, and he was hit by a blow in his arm.

"So that's it." Cialillo is worthy of being a genius monk. He recalled some of the subtleties of Ness's previous attack.

When he was dodging, Naser's attack seemed to have a slight turn, as if he had completely locked himself in his mind.

In order to move to the dark, he was really caught by Amber and fainted for a while.

Although he has a back-up to ensure his health, the problem is that he also lacks some key information.

Now think about it, if you really choose to dodge with all your might, then the attack trajectory will completely turn and directly penetrate your key points.

It was also the action of the monk Grie behind him that he caught Nass' attack with the least loss. Otherwise, he would be really going to die.

He looked back at Neser. Neser was about to explain when he saw Cialillo showing a very good expression on his face.

Cialillo helped Ness up and circled around. Teresa had left at some point, and people were surging in the distance. It was the monks and city guards who came afterwards.

"How did you judge my actions?" Cialillo ignored the city guards, but began to talk with Nesser.

"It's probably because of the purple face before. When he encountered that person's first attack, I saw his dodging, but he was still nailed to the middle of his eyebrows..."

"You guys look like..." Naiser said carefully.

"You mean I am very similar to that purple alien?" Cialillo asked back.

"I don't mean that...I mean reaction or something." Nesser hurriedly explained.

"Similar, just like it." Cialillo was in a good mood and used his magic to heal his arms and looked at Nesser with an admiring look.

If others say that he is similar to a foreign species, then he naturally has a temper and immediately makes the other party pay the price for his words and deeds.

It is a great insult to say that a monk is similar to a alien species.

However, when the words were spoken from Neser's mouth, Cialillo felt Neser was particularly innocent, and there seemed to be a bright light in the other party's ordinary dark eyes.

Cialillo pulled Nesser into the city guard carriage and returned to the city.

After sending out a few words, he began to continue talking to Neser.

"I heard you are still a self-study monk?"

"Are you interested in learning under my hands?"

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Amber stopped in a bush, covering his body, and he was very fast and galloped all the way.

But soon he stopped and chose to lie dormant towards slowing down. Amber frowned. On the way to escape, he suddenly noticed the breath of more than one returning monk, and those auras were waiting on his way to pass.

If he speeds all the way, he may have to face those monks in the return stage again.

"It's just too strange."

"Is there some reason?" Amber thought that although this is the territory of the Holy Heavenly Voice Kingdom and is also in a wartime state, there are too many monks in the return stage.

First, the light of enlightenment was revealed, and now there are two monks who return to the stage to intercept. The density of monks who return to the stage is abnormal.

"It seems that we have to lurk for a while." Amber grabbed the box with his hand and opened it. There was a white dog's teeth as long as a dagger inside.

When I saw this white dog's tooth, Amber's bloodline, which had been purified by the water of the Lake of Tears, was still restless.

However, at this moment, there were some blood-colored patterns flashing on the canine teeth.

"Someone is using secret techniques to sense..." Amber immediately pinched the blood fangs, and the special vitality was suppressed. The blood-colored pattern quickly subsided, and soon there was only a small dot left.

"This is all I can do." This time the suppression was not perfect. As long as the distance was close enough, the person who could still sense blood fangs when he used the secret technique.

After all, his career mainly develops in physical fitness. Although he can use special vitality to perform magic, he is not a professional after all.

At the same time, because the water of the Lake of Tears reduced his bloodline, he did not have a high degree of control over the blood fangs, otherwise he would be able to completely block the other party's perception of the blood fangs.
Chapter completed!