If he was not physically injured, he might be able to fight with them, but now, he was seriously injured, and the techniques he practiced had no effect on them.
The opponent was protected by flames, and his cold spell was ineffective. He was no longer able to launch a more violent attack.
The fake Yin Jun fled far away, and three clones blocked the way of the four people, buying time for him to escape.
Under the attack of the flames, the three clones were quickly burned to ashes. The fake Yin Jun, who fled a hundred miles away, felt his body getting weaker and weaker. He knew that something had happened to his three clones.
The power of the source is the innate power in the body of the cultivator. This power exists in the body no more and no less. If you use it, you will lose it.
The weakening of the original power will also greatly affect his future practice. He is angry and resentful in his heart, and just wants to tear these four people to pieces immediately.
The fake squatted on the tree trunk, thinking about countermeasures. He was originally a clone of Lord Yin. Only because of some good fortunes did he achieve what he is today. He had his own thoughts and body. He and Lord Yin, They have become two different existences, but in this world, there can only be one Yin Lord.
Lord Yin is the son of Lord Ming. Now the real whereabouts of Lord Yin are unknown. He has had many contacts with Lord Ming. He is confident that he can deceive Lord Ming, gain the trust of Lord Ming, and get more information from Lord Ming. He wants more things, such as power, such as strength.
It's time to go to Hades. Lord Hades' son is being chased and beaten by several tiny humans. I guess Lord Hades won't just sit idly by!
Qinglong City.
The four of them returned to the city and walked on the desolate long street. They were all very emotional. A few months ago, this place was prosperous, but now it is like a ghost land and a deserted city.
As they were driving their horses slowly, they suddenly heard bursts of crying. The wind blew by, and the round coin and papyrus were swept in front of the four of them.
An old man was driving an ox cart from far away. The old woman was following the side of the cart, crying her daughter's name all the way, very sad. The old man driving the cart next to her also wiped her tears as she walked.
In the ox cart, a straw mat can be seen. Inside the straw mat, a person seems to be wrapped. The long black hair from several floors spread out from the mat under the shaking of the ox cart. It should be a woman.
Han Niang's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly rode forward, blocking the old man's way. She got off her horse and walked to the old man: "Old man, can you take a step to speak?"
The old man wiped his tears and sighed: "You girl is really unruly. Don't you know that funeral cars cannot be stopped?"
Han Niang said: "I wonder how old your daughter is this year? Why did she die? How long has she been dead?"
The old man was not in the mood to talk to Han Niang at this time. He waved his hand and said, "Go away, go away. Why do you care so much about other people's affairs? Don't you think we are sad enough?"
Xia Yuanqiu stepped forward and smiled at the old man: "Uncle, you don't know something. This sister of mine is a wonderful person. She can bring people back to life. Do you want your daughter to come back to life?"
When the old man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Stop teasing me here. If a person dies, he is dead. Can he live again? Who believes what you say?"
Xia Yuanqiu pointed to Yun Xiangtian behind him and said, "Do you know him?"
The old man looked sideways. The man who got off the horse was none other than Yun Xiangtian, the young leader of the Yun tribe. His family grew vegetables and supplied food to the Yun Mansion for many years. He had been to the Yun Mansion countless times, and had also been to the Yun Mansion. I met Yun Xiangtian several times in the house by chance.