The Dandy Demon Emperor returns to the city

When the monks below heard what Long Chen said, they were all furious.

"Hmph, let me check with you for a moment to see if you are invincible!" A man at the peak of the Mahayana stage stood up.

Long Chen knew that if he wanted to convince them all, he had to show his own strength. If he didn't provoke them, how could they impulsively challenge him? As long as they challenged him, his goal would be achieved.

Long Chen fell from the air and landed on the ring, and then a clone separated from Long Chen's body.

This clone was a physical body that Long Chen had condensed from his time in seclusion. He used a large amount of natural materials and earthly treasures to build his body. He split a part of his soul and injected it into the clone.

This clone, Long Chen, called it Dragon Shadow. Not only did it look the same, it also had independent thoughts and the ability to practice independently.

Since it is part of Long Chen's soul, this clone is completely controlled by Long Chen. Except for not having as many trump cards as Long Chen, everything else is almost the same.

"You fight my clone first. Only if you can beat my clone can you be qualified to challenge me!" Long Chen said lightly, then he took out the tea set from the Tower of Time and Space, and sat in a corner of the ring to make tea. .

"Long Chen, you are so arrogant. You actually used a clone to insult me. In this case, I will destroy your clone first." The man said fiercely.

The man took out a pair of meteor hammers, one in each hand, and struck each other with the two hammers. The ground shook and the rocks on the nearby mountains rolled down.

"I have to say that Tyrant is extremely powerful. If Long Chen drags him down and sends only one clone, he will definitely suffer a loss..."

"If I take action, I might be able to beat Batian, but it's just a clone, and I don't know how much strength he has."

Long Ying used a long spear, which Long Chen had previously seized from the Xunxian Sect. It was also a top-grade spiritual weapon, and it was already a peerless weapon in Blue Star.

Long Ying stood his spear up on the ring, and the power fluctuations it sent out offset the power fluctuations from his double hammers. The surrounding area suddenly calmed down and returned to normal.

"How is this possible? The clone's cultivation level is higher than the original body's?" The monks watching the battle below all noticed Long Ying's cultivation level.

"The original body is from the peak of integration, but the clone is in the early stage of Mahayana. Are you kidding me?"

"Could it be that this one is the real person, and sitting there drinking tea is the clone?"

"I don't know, they are exactly the same, I don't know which one is him..."

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On the ring, Ba Tian swung his two hammers. The hammers slowly became larger, and a huge hammer hit Long Ying from the air. Even the monks outside the ring could feel the pressure.

Long Ying sneered, rose into the sky, and stabbed the sledgehammer in the air directly with the tip of his spear.

Seeing this, Ba Tian poured a little more power into the sledgehammer. The sledgehammer became even more violent, the surrounding void became distorted, and the air continued to explode!

"Bang..." The moment the tip of the gun came into contact with the giant hammer, a loud sound was made.

The impact of energy spread out in all directions, and the protective formation of the arena was a little shaky. Several old men had to rush out to strengthen the formation to avoid hurting the people watching the battle outside.

The huge hammer shadow was also shattered by this shot, and the power that Ba Tian was proud of was also defeated by Long Shadow from the front.

After Long Ying smashed the huge hammer shadow, he immediately turned the gun head and slashed towards Ba Tian.

Ba Tian raised his hammers to resist.

"Clang..." sounded.

Batian only felt a huge force hitting his body, his internal organs boiling, and he took a few steps back.

Batian has always been proud of his own strength. This is the first time that he has been crushed by someone with strength, and the opponent is lower than him in cultivation. The key is that he is just a clone!

"No more fighting, I lost, I am convinced!" Batian admitted defeat.

What else is there to fight for? The strength that I am most proud of is that I can't even beat someone else's clone, so how can I have the face to beat him.

Long Ying did not continue to attack, but stood in the center of the ring and said, "Who else is there?"

"Then let me come and mess with you!" An old man with white hair and white beard flew out, holding a handful of Xiao in his hand.

"Old man Xiaoyao, please little brother listen to my ecstasy!"

Xiaoyao didn't say anything, picked up the Xiaoyao in his hand and started blowing.

As the sound rang out, the notes scattered one by one. The monks in the audience just listened to the sound and fell into deep thought.

What's more, Long Ying and Long Chen on the stage were separated from each other by a large formation, making them sound but invisible.

On the stage, all attacks were directed at Long Chen and Long Ying.

Every note is an attack, sometimes majestic, sometimes soul-stirring, sometimes melodious, sometimes full of killing intent.

He is considered a very small cultivator, and a rare talent like him. Especially in a large-scale war, his song can defeat thousands of troops.

However, this has no impact on Long Chen and Long Ying at all, because Long Chen is a person who has practiced soul power and can restrain himself.

And Long Ying also inherited all of Long Chen's abilities.

The cultivation of soul power also requires corresponding techniques in the immortal world. Long Chen had only seen one planet where all the monks practiced soul power before, and he had never seen it in other places.

Long Chen thought it was a good idea and learned it. As long as the other party didn't have a magic weapon for soul defense, in theory, as long as he was strong enough, he could kill any monk in an instant.

And his attacks through music and soul attacks are similar in that they both attack the soul.

As for Long Chen and Long Ying, because of their divine soul cultivation techniques, their own divine soul protection is countless times stronger than that of ordinary monks. Soul attacks of his level cannot harm them.

I saw Long Chen in the corner, still drinking tea leisurely and looking at Xiaoyao with a faint smile.

Long Ying, on the other hand, stood there calmly, with a slight curve in the corner of his mouth, obviously mocking Xiaoyao's attack for being too weak.

Seeing this, Xiaoyao couldn't help but speed up the tempo of the song and increase the intensity of the attack, but Long Chen and Long Ying remained the same.

"Pfft..."

Xiaoyao suffered a backlash and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Why, why are you not affected by my attack?" Xiaoyao said unwillingly.

"Because your attack is too weak..." Long Ying said.

"Puff..." With a sound, Xiaoyao spat out another mouthful of blood.

This time, I was angered by Long Ying's words. Damn, my attack is too weak. My attack is absolutely irresistible to monks in the Mahayana stage, not to mention the monks in the Tribulation Stage.

"Do you have a soul defense magic weapon?" Although this type of magic weapon is very rare, and powerful such magic weapons are even rarer, Xiaoyao has to think so.

"Whatever you think, but you just lost, do you still need to continue?" Long Ying said.