"As long as you give me another hundred years, I will be able to complete the method of dividing the demon... Unfortunately, there are too few demon senses separated at the moment, and the body is swallowed. This trace of demon sense is like a rootless tree, and will dissipate at any time... Yunyao County collapses , The demon tower is no longer, can’t stay! I don’t dare to easily enter and absorb demon power from other demon counties..."
With this trace of demon consciousness cautiously, he flew cautiously towards the distance, but he was too weak at this moment, and would erase all existence at any time.
Flying in the sky, he was depleting that weak demon consciousness all the time. In the end, he was almost about to collapse, and even his memory was blurred. Under the confusion, he was gradually dissipating.
At the moment when he was going to eternally pass through the heavens and the earth, he vaguely felt a demon power permeating the ground in the vagueness. Below him, it is the Soul Refining Tribe!
At that time, there were not many people in the soul-refining tribe, only hundreds of thousands, most of which were scattered, each looking for a place with a soul and staying in the tribe. There are fewer than tens of thousands of people.
These people looked frenzied and worshipped a rough black stone statue placed in the middle, bursts of faint demon spirits emanating from their heavenly spirits, permeating all around them.
The memory of the cloud demon was already blurred. Too much demon consciousness passed away, almost subconsciously, he went straight to the black stone statue, and the moment it merged into it, the stone statue immediately seemed to possess spirituality, as if it had been alive. , The faint demon energy around him immediately condensed.
As time passed, Yun Yao gradually quieted down in this black stone statue. His memory had passed so much in the escape that year that it became blurred.
He was not the main body, but a faint demon consciousness. Under this vagueness, he was worshipped by the soul-refining tribes all day, and most of the demon power absorbed was filled with the figure of a man named Wang Lin.
At the beginning, he still had some resistance, but as the number of Lianhun tribes increased and reached more than one million, as these people worshipped every day, gradually, even he felt that his name was , Called Wang Lin, is the ancestor of these people.
With this idea, I spent hundreds of years. There are also millions of people in the Soul Refining Tribe. As a result, day after day, year after year, he has completely abandoned the past and truly believes that he is Wang Lin.
As he was subtle and imperceptibly changed, the appearance of the stone statue gradually changed and became Wang Lin's appearance, and he, also in the stone statue, became Wang Lin.
Wang Lin raised his right hand and looked at the ancient demon who was exactly the same as himself. The strange color in his eyes was even stronger. The scene he saw just now made him feel incredible.
Combining his own speculation just now, Wang Lin has a detailed understanding of the whole matter.
After a moment of silence, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, staring at the ancient demon. Muttered to himself: "So the ancient demon who came here by himself, if you don't want it, it would be a pity... Now even he thinks he is me, then... let him be my second clone!"
"This ancient god, the first clone monk, and the second clone ancient demon, if given the opportunity, I wonder if we can create a third clone of the ancient demon! Once integrated... With a throbbing heart, he looked at the ancient demon who had brought him to the door in front of him, with a smile on his face.
When he shook his body, he immediately left here, his divine consciousness and cultivation level entered his body, opened his eyes to look at the black stone statue in front of him, and Wang Lin's smile was even brighter.
He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, put his hands on his knees, opened his mouth to exhale the breath of the original spirit, and immediately filled the black stone statue, and made a series of marks, and kept falling on the stone statue.
If you want this thing to become your second clone, you must sacrifice it to be unified with your own mind and spirit, and you can control it as soon as you move your beliefs, let alone let this thing not repel your own soul, and integrate into yourself. Yuanshen replaces it.
This is simple to say, but in fact it is extremely difficult. If it is forced to be used, although it can be successful, it is only possible for the kind of puppets who are far lower than themselves, but lower than themselves. Even if it becomes a clone, it is useless.
But if you are not inferior to yourself, you can't force it.
In this way, it has become the first choice and difficulty for cultivating clones.
Unable to force it, only day-to-day sacrifice, which takes a lot of time, can be successful, but there are still flaws in this kind of success, and there is still the possibility of clone rebellion.
It’s just that these are not difficult points for Wang Lin at all. This ancient demon has completely regarded himself as Wang Lin, and does not even need to go to excessive sacrifices. The only thing to do is to integrate the divine consciousness and make this ancient The demon knows who is in charge!
This is not difficult for Wang Lin. His cultivation base is higher than this ancient demon, and his body is even an ancient god.
However, Wang Lin was cautious by nature, and during the remaining few days of rituals, he not only integrated his divine consciousness into the ancient demon, but also completely merged with it. It also imprinted the mark of the clone. In addition, he prepared a large number of marks. If one day this clone betrays, only Wang Lin's faith will be moved to make it immediately succumb.
If only this is the case, it is not considered Wang Lin's style of acting. Apart from these, Wang Lin even used some immortal emperor Qinglin's puppet manipulation spells, which were used on this second part until it was completely controlled. After not missing the slightest bit, I felt relieved.
Looking at the stone statue in front of me, the feeling of water and milk blended spontaneously.
"It's just a pity that this second clone does not have a physical body. It exists entirely on this stone statue. It cannot be separated for the time being. Even if it launches an attack, it is only dominated by monster consciousness! Its power is also very weak, which is equivalent to the late stage of the aspiration.
But this thing is a trace of demon consciousness after all. If it has enough demon energy, it will grow rapidly, and one day it will reach the level of ancient demon..." Wang Lin's eyes flashed, he knew that this matter should not be rushed, and it needs to be slow. conduct.
After giving an explanation from the Soul Refining Sect, Wang Lin did not take away the second clone, but set some powerful restrictions where it was located, and instructed the Soul Refining Sect to continue to maintain daily worship, and then left the Lian. Soul Sect.
"This second clone is a seed, and it doesn't help me much now, but once he grows up..." Wang Lin's eyes flashed with expectation, and his body shook and disappeared between the sky and the earth.
After experiencing the battle with Fire Demon County hundreds of years ago, although it was victorious, the deaths and injuries were equally heavy. Today, even though hundreds of years have passed, the population of Tian Demon County is still very different from that of the past. many.
Even the most prosperous capital of the Tianmon County, although not desperate, is far less lively than when Wang Lin first arrived hundreds of years ago.
The shops on the street are still there, but there are not many pedestrians, and occasionally people who stop, also hurried away after a few glances.
There was a long river in Hongcheng that year. This river flows downstream and connects with the outer river of this capital city. Self-contained loop. At this moment, on this riverside, Wang Lin was sitting there quietly, looking at the river.
If there is a force that can reverse the years for hundreds of years, then you will find that where he sits is exactly the same as before.
Right now, the person is still the same person, and the place is still the same as that year, even the river is the same river, the side is still the same, but it is old, and there is no flower boat on the river, let alone no more The sound of the piano in your ears.
There was a sense of melancholy in his heart. Wang Lin looked at the empty river channel, his ears seemed to echo the piano sound that came from hundreds of years ago, lingering around him continuously, but the piano sound was very weak, as if the wind would dissipate when the wind blew, and he could no longer listen to it. arrive.
I think back then, Wang Lin and the blind girl who played the piano, if it were not for the one-night drink with the emperor on the boat, I was afraid that they had not even met each other.
Even now, Wang Lin still has only the lonely back and the sound of the piano full of sadness for the appearance of the woman playing the piano.
Sitting there, watching the sunset, Wang Lin was immersed in remembrance. At this moment, he felt the existence of the years. In a blink of an eye, hundreds of years passed by, which could wash away everything but the eternal memory that could not be washed away.
"This, maybe it's the sorrow of life..." Wang Lin sighed lightly. It is precisely because of the memory that there are years. If a person has no memory, then the years will not exist.
"I wonder if Mo Lihai was still..."
Next to Wang Lin, there is a wine jug. The wine in it was called from the same shop back then. The shop has been passed down from generation to generation. Today, the sign is still that sign, but this wine...
Wang Lin took a sip.
"Even the taste has changed..." Wang Lin smiled bitterly and put down the flask.
"Of course it has changed. The descendants of the old man in the wine shop, without the craftsmanship of the ancestors, can't produce the taste of time." A calm voice came from behind Wang Lin, revealing a trace of fatigue.
Wang Lin didn't look back, and sighed lightly: "I haven't seen it for hundreds of years, and the emperor has lost the free and easy back then!"
A long sigh came from behind Wang Lin, but he saw a middle-aged man wearing purple clothes sitting next to Wang Lin. This man was extremely handsome, and his appearance was vaguely visible, but now, his face has white silk on his temples and his face looks good. The vicissitudes of life.
"Give it a try." The middle-aged man took out a hip flask and handed it to Wang Lin.
Wang Lin took a sip, with a smile on his face, and said, "It's the wine of the year!"
"I know you will definitely come back, so I stayed a lot, and I am going to have a swig with you again!" The middle-aged man took out a hip flask in his hand and drank most of it in one sip, with a smile in his eyes, and he laughed and said: "Brother Wang , But melancholy has gone back to the piano sound?"
A ray of piano sound came from a distance like a mist, with a trace of loneliness and sorrow, lingering around. In a moment, there was a large search ship on the river course, coming down the river course under the rustling noise of the water surface.
At the bow, there was also a woman sitting with her back to Wang Lin, playing the piano.