Mortals ask the immortals

Seeing Duan Qing getting impatient, Emperor Jiang quickly explained, "Hey, listen to me first. There is a certain danger in splitting the soul into three parts, but if it works, it can completely solve your current soul problem and greatly increase your strength."

Duan Qing immediately became interested, "What do you mean?"

"Doppelganger." Emperor Jiang said two words.

Doppelganger!

Duan Qing was stunned. His sluggish thinking made it impossible for him to think further. He could only ask, "Explain it more clearly."

"Are these two words difficult to understand? It means that you split the soul into three parts, and then use these two souls to cultivate into clones?"

Hearing this, Duan Qing came back to his senses, "Just like your clone?"

"That's right! Boy, you should know that the reason why I can become the master of Guixu is because of the ability of these thousands of clones." Duan Qing's tone was proud, revealing his unconcealed pride.

Duan Qing's eyes lit up, "So, Xiao Jiangzi, are you going to teach me your clone method?"

Jiang Di said lightly: "Well, with your current soul state, ordinary clone methods are not applicable."

Duan Qing was ecstatic when he heard this.

In fact, he had wanted to learn a clone method for a long time, but he looked down on most of the clone methods he had come into contact with. He was very fond of the clone method of the Sui clan, but unfortunately the requirements for practice were too harsh, and he was not satisfied.

In addition, he also liked the clone method of the Earth Shadow Technique found in the relics of the remnant of the Earth Sect, but the consumption of performing it was too high, so he had not learned it before.

"Boy, concentrate and calm down, don't be distracted, now I will teach you the Dijiang technique."

As Jiang Di's voice fell, Duan Qing felt that countless information instantly flooded into his mind.

The sudden influx of information made Duan Qing's soul hurt again, but fortunately it only lasted for a few breaths and then subsided on its own.

After recovering, Duan Qing immediately began to browse the information sent by Emperor Jiang.

After a long time, after reading this method called Emperor Jiang's Art, Duan Qing couldn't help but sigh, "Little Jiang, such a precious method, are you really going to pass it on to me?"

Emperor Jiang complained, "Do you know what I hate most about you? It's your nagging. I've already passed it on, but you still say such nonsense to me."

Duan Qing smiled and was overjoyed, "Hehe, then I won't refuse it!"

The wings behind Emperor Jiang in the inner mustard rose high, with a haughty look, "How about it, how about my Emperor Jiang's Art?"

"Extremely brilliant, extremely brilliant!" Duan Qing praised repeatedly.

His words were not false at all.

Emperor Jiang's Emperor Jiang's Art was indeed the most exquisite of all the clone methods he knew.

According to this Emperor Jiang's Art, the clone may be as strong as the original body, and there is no such thing as the original body and the clone, and it can be switched freely.

Even when practicing to a high level, no matter the main body or the clone, as long as the power is sufficient, it can be infinitely split. Theoretically, as long as any clone is still alive, there is no possibility of death.

Strictly speaking, the Dijiang technique taught by Emperor Jiang has already exceeded the scope of the clone method, and can be said to be a strange and unpredictable magical power.

Duan Qing's flattery made Emperor Jiang very happy, "Hehe, you are a good judge of goods."

"Hurry up and find a safe place to start. My Dijiang technique is not something that can be cultivated overnight."

"Yes!"

Duan Qing did not delay. After responding, he identified the direction through the ink marks in the air, and then set off to fly to the south of the Black Prison.

The south is the direction of Xianling City. Duan Qing is most familiar with the southern area. In case of any accident, it is more convenient to escape.

A few days later, Duan Qing found a cave in the south of the Black Prison, arranged a formation to protect the cave entrance, and officially began to practice in seclusion.

"Boy, are you ready?" Jiang Di finally confirmed to Duan Qing.

"Okay, let's start!" Duan Qing sat cross-legged with a solemn expression.

Jiang Di made up his mind and decisively withdrew his power to protect Duan Qing's soul.

In the past few days, Duan Qing relied on Jiang Di's power to protect him from further deterioration of his soul. As Jiang Di's power was withdrawn, Duan Qing's already split soul deteriorated rapidly.

At the same time, Duan Qing felt an unprecedented soul tearing feeling coming instantly. This pain exceeded all the pain Duan Qing had ever suffered, and even exceeded Duan Qing's imagination of pain.

Under the devastation of this soul tearing pain, Duan Qing even had the idea of ​​committing suicide on the spot.

In a breath, Duan Qing's mind became confused, and he almost lost control of his body, and his head drooped weakly.

"Boy, hold on, don't faint now, if you faint now, it's all over!" Jiang Di reminded anxiously.

Hearing Emperor Jiang's voice, Duan Qing became slightly more conscious. He endured the pain of his soul being torn apart, not daring to slack off for fear of fainting.

Waves of pain after wave continued to destroy Duan Qing's consciousness. Duan Qing's consciousness became increasingly blurred, but he still held on and refused to faint.

This situation lasted for about ten breaths. Suddenly, the feeling of soul tearing suddenly intensified again, and it did not increase slowly like before, but increased several times at once, as if it had suddenly reached the top of the mountain from the mountainside.

At the same time, Duan Qing's soul was completely torn into three parts.

However, it was very strange that at this moment, Duan Qing did not feel any pain. Instead, he felt extremely relaxed as if he had recovered from a long illness, and he felt indescribably relaxed.

However, in the midst of relaxation, there was a very strange feeling.

This feeling... is hard to describe in words. If I have to say it, it is that I feel that there are three of me at the same time, and there are three kinds of experience and feelings about anything.

For example, at this moment, Duan Qing felt three kinds of relaxation at the same time. Although these three feelings are similar, there are still some subtle differences.

This kind of lasting light lasted only for a moment, and the pain of soul tearing came like a tide again.

This time, the pain of soul tearing felt by Duan Qing was unprecedentedly strong, even more than before, because he felt three kinds of pain at the same time. These three kinds of pain superimposed on each other made Duan Qing feel extremely painful and almost mentally confused.

Suddenly, a soft force like water poured into Duan Qing's mind again, wrapped up Duan Qing's soul, which was divided into three parts, and forcibly pulled two of the souls out of his mind.

Obviously, it was Emperor Jiang who took action.

As two of the souls disappeared, Duan Qing suddenly felt that the tearing of his soul was greatly relieved, as if he had instantly ascended from hell to the clouds.

"Okay, kid, stop holding on, take a break first." At this time, Jiang Di's voice sounded.

Jiang Di's words made Duan Qing feel like he had not slept for seven days and seven nights, and suddenly encountered a soft bed. He could no longer hold on, and the whole person fainted instantly.