"Eight Monkeys Dali!"
The next moment, an extremely cold light flashed in the eyes of the eight-armed ape. The figure flashed, and there was only one figure of the eight-armed ape in the void. At this moment, eight figures appeared in his hands.
The auras on the Eight Paths and Eight Armed Apes were exactly the same, just like Mo Wentian was using his clones.
Not only the appearance is the same, but the breath is also the same.
With an angry shout, the figures of the eight eight-armed apes in the void began to move quickly.
Immediately, eight figures of eight-armed apes were seen in the void, located in eight directions respectively, and violent and boundless power enveloped Mo Wentian.
"not good!"
"This monkey actually used a clone!"
The rolling power suppressed it, and a complex look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said secretly in his heart.
These eight violent and boundless auras were divided into eight directions and shrouded Mo Wentian.
For a moment, Mo Wentian was really unbearable.
"uh-huh… "
With a muffled groan, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.
"Boy, this eight-armed ape has a clone, and so does your boy!"
At this moment, a very familiar voice came.
This voice is the voice of the old man with ancient books.
"yes!"
"Shadow clone!"
Listening to the old man's words of reminder, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, and a touch of joy instantly appeared on his face.
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian also flashed his figure.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure in the void turned into nine, and the auras on the nine Mo Wentian's bodies were exactly the same.
Even the old man with ancient books who had followed Mo Wentian for a long time could not tell which one was Mo Wentian's true body at this moment.
"Boy, you..."
"You can also do clones?"
"But it doesn't matter if you can clone. When I was in the middle stage of Tianzun, I was able to kill a strong man in the late stage of Tianzun with the power of the eight apes."
"Even if you have a clone, you are no match for me!"
Seeing that Mo Wentian's figure also turned into nine, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the eight-armed ape.
But the next moment, as if he remembered something, a gleam of light flashed across the eyes of the eight-armed ape, and he shouted coldly.
He was confident that Mo Wentian would never be his opponent!
"Monkey, if you want to kill this emperor, I think you'd better die!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian's nine figures, holding the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, slashed directly towards the figure of the eight-armed ape.
Although Mo Wentian's cultivation level was only in the middle stage of the Emperor's realm, he couldn't explain why. Looking at Mo Wentian in front of him, the eight-armed ape felt that there was an aura of death coming towards him.
He had a strong feeling that if he continued to fight Mo Wentian here, he would be the one who died in the end!
Thinking like this, the eight-armed ape couldn't help but shudder.
"impossible!"
"This kid is only in the middle stage of the Emperor, and he will never be my opponent!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, a touch of confidence rose again in the eyes of the eight-armed ape.
The power on his body also surged a bit at this moment.
In the void, the eight figures rushed towards Mo Wentian.
"Well done!"
"You can't wait to die, so I will help you!"
Seeing the eight-armed ape coming towards him to greet him, a cold gleam flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Nine identical figures also flashed, holding the Heaven-Devouring Divine Sword and heading directly towards the figure of the eight-armed ape to greet them.
"Qiang Qiang..."
"boom… "
Violent sounds resounded in the void.
The two figures flew out directly.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth again.
The eight-armed ape on the opposite side was not much better. At this moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
The aura on his body fluctuated even more.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao and Huantian in Wentian Pavilion felt the decline of Mo Wentian's aura, and a look of worry rose in their eyes.
"No problem!"
"This monkey's injuries are no less serious than this emperor's!"
Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes, and he lowered his voice.
The eight-armed ape at this moment was indeed not much better than Mo Wentian.
Even the injuries he suffered were a bit more serious than those of Mo Wentian.
"Boss..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao and Huantian opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Boy, you..."
"How come you are so strong?"
At this moment, the eight-armed ape wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and looked at Mo Wentian. The eight-armed ape's eyes were filled with shock.
In the eyes of the eight-armed ape, Mo Wentian's strength is good, but not to the level that can hurt him.
"The strength of this emperor is beyond your imagination!"
"I will give you one last chance, surrender to me or die!"
Seeing the change in the eight-armed ape's expression, Mo Wentian's eyes rose with an extremely cold light, and he said coldly.
"Surrender or die?"
"I think you are looking for death!"
It would have been better if Mo Wentian didn't say these words. As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, the eight-armed monkey was about to explode with anger.
The veins on his body bulged instantly. Looking at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.
The aura on his body also became violent at this moment.
He once again used the full power of the Eight Apes and blasted towards Mo Wentian.
"Boss, this monkey is attacking you again!"
Watching this scene, Xiaojiao's voice sounded in Mo Wentian's ears.
"This monkey seems to be determined not to give up until he reaches the Yellow River!"
A cold and stern voice sounded, and a cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
At the same time, the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand began to tremble crazily, as if he was about to strike at the Eight-Armed Ape the next moment.
"Boy, don't be afraid of this eight-armed ape. His soul is only eight hundred feet long. If you want to suppress him, it won't be easy!"
"You fight him head-on. With your strength, you can indeed defeat him, but you will have to suffer a lot!"
And just when Mo Wentian was about to take action, a voice came.
"Soul?"
"My soul reaches a thousand feet, but this eight-armed ape's soul is only eight hundred feet. He is no match for me!"
"However, Senior Ancient Books, since you have known for a long time that the soul of this eight-armed ape is only eight hundred feet long, why didn't you remind me earlier?"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian seemed to remember something and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
This old man from the ancient book had actually seen for a long time that the eight-armed ape's soul was only eight hundred feet long, but he actually let Mo Wentian fight the eight-armed ape head-on.
This made Mo Wentian feel angry and funny.