Mo Shouhei's face was gloomy. He would not take Fang Qingye's clone seriously, but just one clone was no weaker than Fang Qingye back then. If Fang Qingye appeared here in perfect condition, I'm afraid Mo Shouhei is no longer able to defeat him.
I think back when Mo Shouhei faced Fang Qingye, even though he had the limitation of his longevity, he was slightly better in terms of strength. After all, Mo Shouhei has been famous for many years and has been the supreme strength of martial arts since ancient times. , and Fang Qingye can only be regarded as a rising star, and he is not able to catch up with Mo Shouhei so quickly.
But now, Fang Qingye is stronger than before, and a clone is enough to stand alone.
"A mere clone can't stop me." Mo Shouhei said in a deep voice.
Fang Qingye smiled faintly: "Whether you can stop him or not, you won't know until we fight. Fang Mou said it first today. As long as I'm here, you can't save the first-generation demon saint."
As soon as Mo Shouhei heard this, he knew something was wrong. Something big must have happened in the Ancient Demon Ridge. Otherwise, Fang Qingye would not have transformed into such a powerful clone to stop him. The first demon saint might really be in danger.
"Hateful! It seems that they have calculated all this accurately. I haven't recovered my strength yet, and I can't deal with this clone at all. I didn't expect that Jing Zhulong would fight to the death to penetrate the demonic energy into my body. It turned out that he was waiting for this day." Mo Shou. Hei said secretly in his heart, finally understanding why Jing Zhulong was so desperate. It turned out that this was part of the plan of Fang Qingye and others. No matter who it was, he would seriously injure himself at the cost of his life and let himself suffer for a period of time. He can't return to his peak state within a short period of time, and then find an opportunity to deal with the first-generation Demon Saint within a short period of time.
Mo Shou secretly clenched his fists, originally thinking that everything was under his control, but now it seems that he has miscalculated after all these years, and some things have long been out of his control.
"Even if you can hold me back, how many clones can you create? There will be other people to save the first-generation demon saint." Mo Shouhei said coldly.
Fang Qingye knew who he was talking about, but he just shook his head and said with a smile: "Do you think he is still capable of saving the first generation Demon Saint? The injuries Hou Yi caused to him back then have probably not recovered yet. Most of the physical body is still sleeping. Even if he can take action, how much strength will he have? Besides, whether he is willing to take the risk and take action is still uncertain."
Mo Shouhei's expression was gloomy and uncertain. As one of the ancient spirit incarnations, he knew the situation of the other ancient spirit incarnations very clearly, even more clearly than Fang Qingye knew.
In addition to his own situation being better, neither the first-generation demon saint nor another ancient spirit incarnation has been able to show up. Therefore, especially the latter, when he launched the great catastrophe, he fought with Hou Yi and was almost severely injured by Hou Yi. After his death, he still hasn't recovered much vitality until now.
Although the man holding the umbrella was also one of the incarnations of the ancient spirit, he was not on the same road as them at all, and there was no hope that he would help.
As for the last incarnation of the ancient spirit, it is not the time for it to appear now. After all, once the last incarnation of the ancient spirit is about to appear, it will not be far away from the actual appearance of the Tushan ancient spirit.
"Stay here with peace of mind, or you are willing to risk your life to kill my clone." Fang Qingye said.
Mo Shouhei looked at Fang Qingye coldly, weighing the pros and cons in his heart, and thinking about how to break the situation.
"Fang Qingye, let me see how much you have improved." Mo Shouhei suddenly said, his arms suddenly opened with a hint of sarcasm on his face.
When Fang Qingye saw him like this, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he suddenly struck with a palm.
The next moment, countless strands of life were seen coming from all directions, all pouring into Mo Shouhei's body.
Mo Shouhei punched out and received Fang Qingye's palm in an understatement. The remaining power of the fight between the two made the entire sky dim.
And below, all living creatures within a radius of thousands of miles were dead, their vitality forcibly taken away by Mo Shouhei, and no one was spared.
Mo Shouhei, who had gained a lot of vitality, immediately resolved the last evil spirit in his body, and his strength also increased steadily, gradually approaching the peak level of the year.
Fang Qingye's face was expressionless, and he felt a little angry and helpless in his heart. He still underestimated the ruthlessness of Mo Shouhei, and actually directly absorbed the vitality of the creatures below to forcibly improve himself. This was beyond Fang Qingye's expectations.
"Fang Qingye, if you try to stop me, I'm afraid many innocent people will die because of you." Mo Shouhei said with a sneer.
Fang Qingye took a deep breath: "You will one day pay for the evil you have committed."
"Haha, when the ancient spirit of Tushan appears, everything will belong to Tushan, and the lives of these ants will naturally be the same. You, Fang Qingye, can block me for a while, but you can't prevent what happened back then from happening again." Mo Shouhei smiled. said.
"Once the first demon saint dies, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Tushan Ancient Spirit to reappear." Fang Qingye shouted coldly and fought with Mo Shouhei again.
On the other side, outside the Ancient Demon Ridge, the huge true dragon skeleton and the golden divine phoenix that came from the fire have arrived.
After fighting against the two great beasts Kunpeng and Qilin, the world changed dramatically. The terrifying evil spirit began to spread from the Ancient Demon Ridge. The entire Nine Kingdoms were shrouded in the evil spirit, and even spread to the seven seas.
Fang Lin was stunned. This scene was definitely something he had never seen before. The four ancient beasts actually gathered at this moment.
The big golden retriever barked and seemed very excited, but Fang Lin noticed that there was a deep look of tiredness in this guy's eyes, as if he had consumed a lot of energy.
The first-generation demon saint already knew what was about to happen. When he saw all four strange beasts appearing here, he turned around without asking and wanted to return to the demon clan's holy tree.
As long as he enters the Demon Clan's Holy Tree, no matter how powerful the four great beasts are, they cannot hurt him in the slightest. After all, as a monster, it is impossible to destroy the Demon Clan's Holy Tree.
But just when the first-generation Demon Saint wanted to return to the Demon Clan's Holy Tree, he saw that the Qitian Demon Saint had woken up at some point, with a pair of golden eyes looking directly at him.
The next moment, Demon Saint Qitian actually entered the holy tree first and disappeared.
The first-generation demon saint wanted to go in again, but was rejected. The demon clan's holy tree seemed unwilling to let the first-generation demon saint return to its body.
At this time, the first-generation demon saint was really panicked. He had no way out and could only fight desperately for survival and wait for the help of other incarnations of ancient spirits.
"Hmph, you think you can kill me after awakening the four of you? It's really ridiculous. The real dragon is dead, so what's the use of awakening its bones?" The first-generation Demon Saint said with a sneer. Although he was facing a difficult situation, he remained calm.
As soon as he finished speaking, the real dragon skeleton roared, and Fang Lin also responded with a deafening roar.