Elder Li felt that his thinking was also slowing down and becoming rigid, but looking at the middle-aged man who gradually changed his appearance, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind: "Fake Killing Jade!"
The imitation treasure of killing jade, disposable consumables, extremely rare, has not been seen in the world for many years, and is generally considered to be extinct.
The user, after killing a certain target within a certain period of time, can use his flesh and blood to simulate the target he killed.
The middle-aged man is not a direct descendant of Guangcheng Mountain, but a talent recruited by Elder Li himself. He has followed him for many years and has been loyal and even saved his life.
But today, the other party showed his fangs and assassinated him!
What made Elder Li even more startled was that the meaning behind the other party's words clearly had bigger plans.
This person killed himself with the imitation killing jade, and he could pretend to be himself for a short time, even breathing out his inner energy, as long as he didn't fight, it would be difficult for other Guangcheng warriors to distinguish.
"Yao... Shan..." Elder Li wanted to shout, but found that he couldn't make a sound.
The cultivation of the person in front of him is far beyond his previous impressions!
He could only look at the other person, turning into his own appearance bit by bit, the appearance was lifelike.
Yao Shan, who has turned into Elder Li, smiled slightly: "Please don't worry, I have been with you for so long, I can learn about 90% of your habits, style, movements, and tone of voice, and others can't see the flaws." .”
"As for why I disappeared..." Yao Shan took out a miniature capsule while talking.
The microcapsule opened, and a figure jumped out. Elder Li's eyes widened, and another Yao Shan clearly appeared in front of him.
Yao Shan smiled and said: "This is not imitation killing jade, it is my companion, disguised into my appearance, he is also very familiar with my habits, so he will not show any flaws."
"What's more, compared to you, I am much more inconspicuous. As long as I don't disappear for no reason, or deliberately attract attention, no one else will care about me."
"The movement of me killing you is very small. Although there are fluctuations in the stellar energy, this is very common. We must take action to drive away the strange beasts in the desert."
Elder Li still had his eyes wide open, but his life had already left him.
Yao Shan smiled: "It was quite pleasant to get along with you before, and you have a good journey."
After all, I sorted out the things on Elder Li, transferred them to myself, and then put Elder Li's body in the miniature bag.
Putting away the microcapsule, Yao Shan brushed off his sleeves, and smiled at his companion who had transformed into himself.
The two, one in front and one behind, continued to walk forward like the real Elder Li and Yao Shan just now, as if nothing had happened.
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In front of the stone pillar, Yan Zhaoge stood with his hands behind his back, carefully looking at the patterns on the stone pillar: "I am not mistaken, it really is a pillar of the old shrine, it fell here after it broke."
Looking at the broken and broken stone pillars, Yan Zhaoge fell into deep thought: "This trace of damage is not simple, I am afraid that it is really not a purely natural disaster, but a man-made disaster..."
Yan Zhaoge raised his head slightly: "If it was really a man-made disaster, who exactly caused it?"
"Such a powerful shrine has also been shattered, the whole world has been robbed, almost changed the world, the person who can do all this..."
Although it is a bit ethereal and unreal, it may be very far away from the present self.
But Yan Zhaoge still felt a shadow cast over his heart, as if a mountain was pressing down on the top.
This pressure may not be intuitive enough, but it is much greater than that of Da Sun Shengzong and Huang Guanglie.
The current situation in the eight great worlds can still be balanced, can be played, can be chased, can be resisted, and can be defeated.
But if the power that destroys the world and the world is like a catastrophe, if it comes again, how will it survive
Perhaps, in the end of Yan Zhaoge's life, such a catastrophe will never happen again, but maybe, it will be tomorrow
Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes, and after a long time, he opened them again, his eyes were already calm.
"The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Yan Zhaoge muttered, stretched out his palm, and imprinted it on the broken and damaged pillar of the shrine in front of him.
Yan Zhaoge's stellar energy penetrated into the pillars of the shrine, and on the damaged stone pillars, streaks of light lit up, extending along the lines on the surface of the stone pillars themselves.
But when it reached the gap, the light pattern broke off and began to dissipate, turning into a little light dust, floating in the air.
However, even so, invisible waves, with the stone pillar as the center, expanded in all directions, dispelling a large amount of wind and sand.
Yan Zhaoge looked at the broken part of the stone pillar, and couldn't help frowning slightly.
After thinking for a while, Yan Zhaoge injected his own stellar energy again, and the light pattern on the stone pillar lit up again.
When the light pattern extended to the fracture again, the light suddenly became brighter and more dazzling, and more concise and real.
The invisible and qualityless brilliance seemed to turn into something tangible at this moment. At a slow but steady speed, it no longer relied on the stone pillar, but continued to extend in the air.
The light patterns containing infinite mysteries, just like this in the air, seem to be wrapped around a complete stone pillar, continuing to interweave and circle.
Coiled on the non-existent invisible stone pillar, the light patterns flowed and became more complete, and the aura overflowing from it became more majestic, constantly shaking the surrounding void.
From the already broken stone pillar, the mysterious artistic conception of power has gradually begun to become complete, which makes people feel elusive, yet shocking to the soul.
Yan Zhaoge's expression was focused, but he closed his eyes instead.
In my mind, gradually reappeared, the existence buried deep in the memory, the majestic shrine, standing above the nine heavens.
The stone pillar buried in the desert suddenly began to shake.
With the vibration of the stone pillar, with it as the center, one after another spirit pattern stretched far across the desert, baring its fangs and claws, with a berserk aura.
The sand dunes in all directions began to undulate violently. At this moment, the desert seemed to become an ocean, with strong winds and waves.
A'hu and Feng Yunsheng were on the side, watching this scene with solemn expressions, barely keeping their bodies still.
Yan Zhaoge looked as usual, after a long while, he let out a long breath, and stopped the movement of injecting his stellar energy into the stone pillar.
The turbulent desert finally returned to its original state, but on the ground, the light patterns like gullies and cracks still extended in all directions.
The light pattern on the stone pillar lit up, and the light pattern that condensed in mid-air, as if to restore the complete broken stone pillar, was still condensed in mid-air and did not dissipate.
Yan Zhaoge looked at the stone pillar slightly lost in thought, and thought in his heart: "Sure enough, it is combined with the terrain of the Great Western Desert."
"In this case, if we want to pull out the stone pillar and take it away, I'm afraid we need to carry out preliminary refining on the spot first."
Ah Hu stood by the side, suddenly his heart moved slightly, he turned his head to look, and saw Elder Li and a few warriors under his command turned back, as if they had something to report to Yan Zhaoge.