Lin Xuan's choice was not wrong, it could even be said to be very timely, because almost as soon as Lin Xuan disappeared from the sky, two loud roars reached his ears from far to near.

With a flash of magic light, two figures appeared in almost no particular order where he had just stood. They had the same face, the same gloomy complexion. If there was a difference, it was only the color of the clothes they were wearing.

Needless to say, they are naturally the other two incarnations of the mysterious boy.

Capsized in the ditch!

They also didn't expect that their companions would be killed by the other party in three strokes, five divided by two.

Although the three major incarnations are dominated by the young man in black robes, and the other two are much weaker, but it stands to reason that they cannot be dealt with by monks in the divinity stage. To say the least, even if they cannot defeat them, they can protect themselves.

There should be no problem.

However, although the idea is correct, the reality is cruel. How can Lin Xuan use the standards of ordinary monks to figure out that he may not be able to defeat the mysterious boy, but he is just a separated incarnation...

Without any pressure, Lin Xuan sent him to Yin Cao's underworld neatly.

It was already too late for the other two avatars to rescue them.

Tens of feet away, Tian Xiaojian and Tianyuan Saint Ancestor were separated on two sides. The expressions on their faces were also uncertain. Fortunately, Tian Xiaojian said that although he was exhausted from the fight just now, he finally did not suffer too much.

There was no scratch at all, but the clothes were stained with a lot of dust.

The Tianyuan Saint Ancestor on the side was not in such a good mood. His face was extremely livid. It was no wonder that his face was gloomy. Not to mention, he had numerous scars all over his body. One of his left arms was missing, and his lower abdomen was as big as a bowl.

The wound was punched through the body by some unknown magical power. For the monk, although this was not a fatal injury, it would never be easy, and his strength would be greatly reduced.

However, this is not the biggest problem he faces. What troubles him the most is that the opponent's strength is not at the same order of magnitude as his own.

Although this guy is not far inferior to the old monster in the Tribulation Stage, he is still far from being able to deal with it in just one incarnation.

"No." You can't say that. The key is that this incarnation of yours is not perfect at all. Because of time storage and some mistakes during refining, the strength is greatly reduced.

Otherwise, if the true incarnation of the Holy Ancestor were to change places with him, he might not be able to fight against him.

Am I going to die here today?

Saint Ancestor Tianyuan was thinking hard about how to escape.

But at this moment, the young man in black robe suddenly turned his head, staring at him with a pair of red eyes, and a cold murderous intention flashed across his face.

"Originally, I gave you the opportunity to tie up your hands, but now I have changed my mind. Both of you are going to die, and it will be terrible."

Before he finished speaking, he glanced at the young man in blue robe again: "I'll leave the boy named Tian to you, no problem, right? If you can't beat him, you just need to delay and deal with it."

"Hmph, don't think of me as that useless guy just now." A trace of anger flashed across the face of the young man in blue robe.

"Aren't you two of the same strength?" The young man in black robe said expressionlessly. Seeing that the other party was still trying to argue, he waved his hand: "Stop talking, you are me and I am you. What's the point of deliberately humiliating you?

I just remind you to be careful."

"You don't need to tell me, I know it." The boy in blue robe still didn't care much.

"snort!"

The young man in black robe was not in the mood to talk anymore, and his whole body was filled with demonic light. At this moment, he felt extremely aggrieved and vented all his anger on the Holy Ancestor Tianyuan. He was extremely fast and pounced on the opponent viciously.

When Saint Ancestor Tianyuan saw this scene, his expression was not much better. He clapped his hands continuously, and several magic weapons flew out of the storage bag. Since the opponent was so terrifying, he certainly did not dare to hide his clumsiness and used it with all his strength.

For a moment, various colors of light intertwined, and a crackling sound like rolling thunder reached the ears.

On the other side, the young man in blue robe also gritted his teeth and rushed towards Tian Xiaojian. Although the fight between the two was not as fierce as the battle next to them, it was still extremely dangerous.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a scream reached his ears, and the incarnation of Tianyuan Saint Ancestor was completely wrapped in the demonic mist transformed by the black-robed young man. He desperately tried to break free, but it was of no use, and was quickly swallowed up and melted away.

But this time, from the fight to his death, it only took a dozen breaths.

After a while, the demonic mist converged, and the young man in black robe appeared in mid-air, while the Tianyuan Saint Ancestor disappeared completely, as if he had never appeared here before.

He turned his head and glanced at the battle group next to him. The boy named Tian was still struggling to cope and was no match at all.

It seems that there is no need to take action yourself.

And he didn't have time to linger here. Although he used thunderbolts to destroy the enemy, that boy Lin had been running away for a while. He couldn't be allowed to escape. He actually dared to destroy one of his own incarnations. He must pay the price.

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At the same time, millions of miles away, there was a mysterious cave with a strong demonic aura, and an extremely frightening roar came from inside.

"Impossible, one of my incarnations was actually destroyed."

Deep in the cave, a monk in Confucian robes who was sitting cross-legged raised his head.

His appearance and figure are the same as those of the fallen demon cultivators in the Ice Flame Valley, but the demeanor he displays is completely different. It’s no wonder that one is a real ancient demon saint, and the other is just a mere demon cultivator.

Incarnation, how can that be the same?

The two are not on the same level at all.

"Who is so bold and has such strength?"

Saint Ancestor Tianyuan was extremely depressed. Although it was just an incarnation of him and an imperfect failure, it was still painful.

"Is it that boy Lin?"

He murmured to himself: "No, that kid is just distracted. How can he have such strength to destroy my incarnation?"

With a flick of his sleeves, an ancient jade eye appeared in his hand. He sank his consciousness into it and raised his head after a moment: "The last message left by the incarnation was to go to Bingyan Valley, where traces of Lin Xuan were found. Now

But he died there. It seems that I can only go there in person once."

Although it was too eye-catching for him to take action himself, even the incarnation has fallen, so there is no other way.

Besides, there are no absolutes in everything. As long as I am careful, I might not attract the attention of the two adults, Bao She Bing Po.

On the other side, seeing the young man in black robe finally walking away, a strange look flashed in Tian Xiaojian's eyes. The next moment, he was really tired of dealing with it and suddenly seemed to be a different person. In an instant, he reversed the situation and faced the blue-robed boy.

The situation of the youth's fight was suddenly reversed.
Chapter completed!