Jibaoxuan has become a ruin, and the surrounding protection bans have all been extinguished and dissipated. When Ye Wuque and Mu Daoqi walked out, the surrounding area was already covered with a group of brave and brave figures wearing black martial robes. At first glance, they were the kind of guards who were willing to fight to the death, and they were doing their best to clean up the ruins of Jibaoxuan.

When they saw Ye Wuque, the members of the guards immediately stood up and saluted Ye Wuque, respectfully and neatly, but no one spoke, like a mute.

At this moment, Ye Wuque's heart was no longer here, and naturally he would not stay for long. Obviously, the Lord of the Dark Palace had done a very comprehensive job. It seemed that Jibaoxuan would soon disappear completely from Chengtianyu, and even after a period of time, what happened here today would completely disappear.

"Benefactor, something is wrong!"

Mu Daoqi, who was following closely behind Ye Wuque, suddenly spoke in a low tone, revealing a hint of solemnity!

Ye Wuque stopped and looked at Mu Daoqi, his eyes were full of mystery, and he smiled faintly: "You want to know why that fake king spirit led the team to kill us, and even killed us, but you didn't have any induction from beginning to end?" Of

course, Ye Wuque had noticed this a long time ago!

Mu Daoqi was unbelievable and questioned at the time.

"Benefactor, did you notice it?"

Mu Daoqi was amazed in his heart, amazed at the benefactor's eyesight and attention. In such a severe environment, the benefactor could still notice such a detail.

But then Mu Daoqi was a little confused and said: "That's what's wrong! Why is it like this? The fake king spirits will definitely have inductions with each other. This is an eternal law, but..."

"It's very simple, because the fake king spirit is not... the real body."

The unpredictable meaning on Ye Wuque's face slowly turned into a smile that seemed to be a smile, and he said this.

"What? Not the real body? Could it be that he is just a soul clone like the Lord of the Dark Palace?"

Mu Daoqi was shocked!

"No! No, it's not a soul clone. His body is real. I don't think it's wrong."

Mu Daoqi denied it again.

"He didn't come with a soul clone. To be precise, it should be a means similar to taking over another person's body. He condensed a trace of his soul power into a seed in advance, and used special magical skills to penetrate into the physical power of others without anyone noticing. Then the main body used magical powers to activate the seed thousands of miles away, turning it into his own soul, and then occupied the nest of others, occupying the body of others, making it a flesh and blood clone of his own, just like..."

"Like this!"

At this point, Ye Wuque suddenly raised the back of his right hand and raised it in front of Mu Daoqi's eyes!

"Ah? What do you mean, benefactor?"

Mu Daoqi was a little confused.

I saw a flash of purple-gold light in Ye Wuque's eyes, and an indescribable majestic soul power swept over the back of his raised hand like a wind and sand!

The next moment!

Mu Daoqi's eyes suddenly widened! !

On the back of Ye Wuque's raised right hand, a strange spark suddenly lit up!

The spark was initially a burning red, but soon turned dark and strange, and it seemed to have turned into a spider web and coiled on the back of Ye Wuque's hand, and kept filling his eyes!

In an instant, Mu Daoqi understood, and his eyes were filled with infinite murderous intent! !

"That damn guy actually wanted to occupy your body, my benefactor?"

Mu Daoqi had understood everything.

No wonder there was a little spark left on the ground after the pseudo-king spirit was turned into ashes. Originally thought to be just a little debris, it would soon be turned into ashes, but now it seems that this is clearly the other party's strange magical power, and its fundamental purpose is to deal with the benefactor!

"I have to say that such magical power is indeed strange and unpredictable, silent, and if nothing unexpected happens, it should be his innate magical power. Unfortunately, it seems that he hasn't practiced it yet..."

Ye Wuque looked at the back of his hand, chuckled and spoke, but his bright eyes became deeper and deeper.

The sparks left by the fake king spirit after his death seemed ordinary, but actually contained something strange. How could it be hidden from a great soul saint like Ye Wuque at such a close distance?

The reason why he remained calm was mainly because he wanted to know what the fake king spirit was going to do, and at the same time confirm his guess. As he thought, the fake king spirit was just a flesh and blood clone, and the sparks should be the medium for his magical power to be activated.

"Damn it! This guy is really cunning and vicious. This time he was lucky that he only had a flesh and blood clone, otherwise he would have died under the suppression of the Lord of the Dark Palace! It's a pity to let him escape!"

"And this time it's obvious that we have alerted the enemy, and it won't be easy to catch him again."

Mu Daoqi felt it was a pity.

"Escape? Not that easy..."

Ye Wuque suddenly smiled faintly, revealing his edge!

The power of the great soul saint of annihilation is not just perception!

Immediately, Mu Daoqi saw that his benefactor suddenly closed his eyes, and a golden vertical pupil appeared and disappeared on his forehead. At the same time, he felt an indescribable vast power that seemed to spread out mysteriously!

The spark on the back of Ye Wuque's right hand was immediately fully wrapped, imprisoned, swallowed, and occupied by this majestic spiritual power...

In a remote area of ​​Chengtian Domain, there was a cave.

Sitting cross-legged inside, motionless, Ling Yuekong trembled all over, his eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were already congested. The whole person began to pant violently, sweating all over his body, and his face turned pale. The original cross-legged posture could no longer be maintained, and he leaned against the wall, as if he had collapsed.

While panting, his bloodshot eyes were filled with shock, anger, fear, viciousness, cruelty, and mockery. After more than ten breaths, he sat up again.

"Miscalculated! Really miscalculated! I didn't expect that bastard would set up such a killing trap to lure me into it! If I hadn't made a breakthrough in the Skyfire Divine Art and created a Skyfire clone on a whim, but I had gone there myself, then now..."

Thinking of the feeling of himself turning into ashes, Ling Yuekong still felt a strong fear and trepidation in his heart!

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