Chapter 360 Copy

"Lin Changqiang?"

The moment the two sides met, Lei Qian's shocked and angry voice suddenly rang out. Yuan Cang and Ling Zhen beside him were on high alert. Their aura surged, and they even took out the Xuanjin Guiyuan Sword.

But when facing the three people, Lin Changqiang's face did not show any tension, because according to the system's detection, this was actually a clone condensed according to his inner thoughts, and its strength was much weaker than the original. Of course, he was not afraid even if it was the original.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
A punch was thrown out, and three explosions sounded one after another. The figures of "Yuan Cang", "Ling Zhen" and "Lei Qian" suddenly turned into red mist and tried to drill into the ground, but before that, a moon-white beam of light had already swept out, wrapped them tightly and brought them back to Lin Changqiang's hand.

This piece of red fog had no intelligence, not even a trace of mental power. It was obviously just a dead thing, but the three Yuan Cang it imitated just now were exactly the same as the originals in his impression, which suddenly gave him an interesting and bold idea.

Under the control of mental power, the red mist flew out again and gradually condensed into a graceful figure, but this time the replica did not attack. It just stood there and waited silently for instructions.

"Ice Lord..."

The woman in front of him looked similar to Ying Huanhuan, but her long ice-blue hair and fully grown face were more beautiful than that of a young girl. Her temperament was completely different. It could be said that they were like two different people. This was the Ice Master he had copied based on his own impression.

"Where is the Ice Amulet?"

"In the Far North."

"Where is the specific location?"

As expected, there was no response after the second sentence. After all, this was just a copy formed based on impressions and did not have the memory of the original.

Lin Changqiang shook his head and didn't care too much.

He remembered that Ying Huanhuan went to the Far North to find the Ice Talisman after she recovered her memory, but the Far North is so vast and no one knows where the Talisman is. Creating a replica to ask was just a sudden idea, and it would be a miracle if it could really succeed.

After retracting the red mist and calling out the Great Desolate Monument to ask for directions, he flew towards the center of the place according to the old man's instructions. It can be said that he is worthy of being the third most powerful divine object in the world, and he is knowledgeable and experienced.

He was not idle in the following time. He deliberately daydreamed while rushing on the road. This space did not disappoint him. It condensed various clones one after another and carried out suicide attacks continuously. In the end, he put all of them into his backpack and made a fortune.

But just when he habitually punched Ling Qingzhu who appeared in front of him, the beautiful figure was stunned for some reason, and then she moved lightly with lotus steps and took mysterious steps to hide aside.

"This is quite good."

Seeing the attack was dodged, Lin Changqiang blinked but did not feel surprised.

The closer to the center, the stronger the replica condensed by the red mist becomes. It is reasonable that it can now dodge my casual attack.

Without giving it much thought, he sped up suddenly, and in a flash he was in front of Ling Qingzhu. He then punched out, and the strong wind blew wildly, lifting the veil to reveal a face full of doubt and uncertainty...

Ok?
Lin Changqiang subconsciously opened the system to detect it, and when he found out that it was a real person this time, he quickly withdrew his hand. But before that, Ling Qingzhu was obviously already angry. A bright green light rose from her right hand, and it directly collided with the punch.

boom!
A powerful wave of Yuan force spread out, and the surrounding red fog was blown away by the hurricane. At this moment, the originally red world became clear and bright.

Lin Changqiang retreated a few steps because he had retracted his strength, and was not seriously injured. However, in the look of pain in his eyes, Ling Qingzhu on the opposite side flew backwards dozens of meters with a "whoosh" before finally stopping.

……broken.

"What do you want to do?"

Feeling the pain in her palm, Ling Qingzhu frowned slightly, and a rare hint of anger appeared in her cold voice. "Are you a real person?"

Lin Changqiang opened his mouth, with surprise, confusion, and doubt in his eyes.

Although we already know this through detection, we must not show it now!
Seeing Lin Changqiang like this, Ling Qingzhu couldn't help but stare at him with a strange look for a few seconds but said nothing. Although she still had some resentment, the slight anger in her heart had disappeared.

Seeing this, Lin Changqiang also smiled awkwardly and flew forward: "Sorry, this space will continue to use red mist to condense copies of people it knows, and I thought you were one of them."

Hearing this, Ling Qingzhu glanced at him and nodded slightly. She didn't intend to care about it, but her heart couldn't help but recall the situation when they just met. At first glance, she also thought that Lin Changqiang was a clone.

"Haven't you ever met him?"

“I met him at the beginning.”

Ling Qingzhu came back to her senses and looked at Lin Changqiang, saying calmly, "This illusion is born from the mind. As long as you don't think about it deliberately, concentrate and calm your mind, without any distractions, the illusion will break without any effort."

"But you, weren't you quite good at this back then? How come you didn't see it this time?"

“It’s not like I didn’t see that…”

"Deliberately let the formation create illusions, and then collect the red mist that can make clones?" After hearing what Lin Changqiang said, Ling Qingzhu couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

When faced with this kind of formation, ordinary people would usually remain calm or speed up to escape. She was the same, but the space here was too strange. She had been wandering around for a long time and couldn't find a way to escape. But Lin Changqiang was not only not in a hurry to escape, but also thought that the formation was too weak, making the generation of the replica too slow?
"Have you found a way out yet?"

"Of course, we just need to find the center." Lin Changqiang smiled, feeling the benefit of having an old man in the family, and then turned and walked towards the center, "If you trust me, then come with us, we will be able to get out in no time."

Looking at Lin Changqiang's confident look, Ling Qingzhu's eyes were a little dazed for a moment, as if she saw the energy that she was helpless against in the tomb that year being easily eliminated by the young man.

...or whatever.

This space is too strange and there may be hidden dangers. The power of two people is always greater than that of one person.

After a slight hesitation, she sped up and caught up, but soon felt uncomfortable, so she always lagged behind by one body length, neither too far nor too close.

In the crimson space, the two flew at a low altitude, one after the other, occasionally chatting, but remaining silent most of the time.

Lin Changqiang moved forward according to the route in his mind, while Ling Qingzhu followed silently behind him, trying to avoid his gaze but looking at him from time to time. It was unknown what she was thinking.

"How did you advance from the Form-Creation Realm to the Eight-Element Nirvana in the past few years?" she suddenly asked.

? Awkward chat, right?

Lin Changqiang complained silently, but the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously: "What's so strange about this? You will become stronger as you practice. Didn't you also advance from the Creation Realm to the Ninth Yuan Nirvana?"

This time, it was Ling Qingzhu's turn to remain silent.

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