novelden Chapter 325 The Final Winner
Chapter 325 The Final Winner
When she was differentiated, she was extremely proud of her natural talent, but afterwards she encountered obstacles and suffered setbacks everywhere.
When others mentioned them, they were always wary of Yi Chi and secretly jealous and admired her, but they looked at her with scrutiny and reservation, as if they were wondering how there could be such a Yi Chi.
Just a few words and a glance can tell who is better.
"I don't accept it. As long as I become the only Yi Chi, all the glory will be mine..."
Hei Yichi's bones made a sound like grinding teeth, and his whole body was in extreme pain from the fierce backflow.
She wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, her face showing only madness and stubbornness, as she went from standing to kneeling, and from kneeling to climbing.
Blood oozed from all her orifices, but she was completely unaware and tried to chase the figure in front of her.
Yi Chi looked back in a daze, watching her struggling in embarrassment, and recalled a dark and distant past.
Just for a moment.
At this moment, Yi Chi was already standing in front of the sacred and mysterious Key of Time, with it within his reach.
At the same time, at the main body, Yinming Xiezun kissed.
Yi Chi's clone raised his hand and grasped the Key of Time.
Before Yi Chi's lips and teeth touched, his eyes froze into ice, and his fingertips were murderous, enough to kill Di Zun, and pointed at Yinming Xie Zun's heart!
Everything looks so perfect?
No.
Yinming Xiezun's eyes were like eerie stagnant water, a little light fell on them, which was the waves caused by the exposure of Yi Chi's true identity.
He sighed and smiled charmingly beside Yi Chi's lips, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Zhu Jiu, it's really gratifying to beat you by one move."
After all, who has ever truly suppressed Zhu Jiu, who is omnipotent, has slaughtered millions, and is good at planning?
He did it.
Yi Chi did not answer, and he could not answer.
The light in her eyes slowly faded away, becoming a pool of shattered and melting starlight, and the attack in her hands lost its support and disappeared into thin air.
Yi Chi fell softly into the motionless arms of Yinming Xiezun, like a reed or willow leaning against a rock, so weak that no one can rely on him.
The latter paused for a moment.
The evil temple was cold and silent, and Yinming Xiezun lay silently and motionless in that soft support.
After a long time, he laughed softly, his cold lips gently pressed against Yi Chi's forehead, and he hugged Yi Chi tightly, as if he wanted to melt into his bones and blood.
The cool and slow sigh: "I came here for you."
……
Yi Chi plotted against him.
To be precise, there is something fishy about Yinming Xiezun's flesh and blood clone technique.
There is a question: Can he really not control other people's clones?
If the answer is yes, which Mahayana cultivator of the evil ways would be willing to be manipulated by Yinming Xiezun?
So it must be negative.
In fact, the clone was originally created under the guidance of Yinming Xiezun. Even if the power contamination is rare, it is inevitable, and it is also the foundation for maintaining the clone.
The moment Yi Chi took action, Yinming Xiezun used the dormant power in Hei Yichi and Yi Chi's bodies to defeat them both in an instant.
Not only that, he used the Taoist power of his clone to trace back to his original body, and with the help of the bond between his original body and clone that was impossible to cut off, he seized the vitality of Yi Chi's soul without any hindrance.
In other words, Yi Chi's real body has now completely become a puppet in his hands, suspended in death, at his mercy.
In the Qintian Secret Realm, the scene—
The two Yi Chi clones turned into blood rain on the spot.
The Key of Time, which had been picked, had a chance to escape and was about to hide in the depths of time, but was grabbed by another delicate and clean hand.
Hold a red paper umbrella over your head to keep the bloody rain away.
As the man's figure slowly disappeared, the umbrella tilted, revealing a wanton smile that would never appear on his lips.
"Zhu Jiu, the winner is me."