Weird World of Immortality

Copy?

Zhou Fan thought strangely that these 'Zhou Fans' looked nothing different from him except that they didn't have knives.

The pure white thorn feet began to move, and the huge monster quickly disappeared.

Zhou Fan didn't stop him, because he was surrounded by these 'Zhou Fan', and even if he wanted to stop him, he couldn't do it.

As soon as the peculiar sneer left, these Zhou Fans who had been watching Zhou Fan ran in vain, and their faces became hideous.

'Zhou Fan', who was the first to walk in front of Zhou Fan, slammed out with a punch, causing a fierce wind.

Zhou Fan's face was indifferent and he slashed out. This Zhou Fan's head, which was exactly like him, flew up, and blood spurted out of the skull cavity like a beetle.

Zhou Fan didn't have time to think about it, because more 'Zhou Fan' attacked him.

He also had no chance to think about the consequences of killing these 'Zhou Fan', because if he didn't swing the knife, these 'Zhou Fan' would tear him apart alive.

Zhou Fans have inherited his strong characteristics, even if they are not as strong as him, they are not easy to deal with.

But fortunately, he has a knife in his hand, and these Zhou Fans do not have the ability to heal and regenerate themselves, so they can no longer get up after killing them.

But even so, a lot of punches and feet still fell on him, smashing his internal organs.

Zhou Fan didn't care, he maintained a certain speed and swung the knife to harvest the lives of Zhou Fans. Anyway, his injury would heal itself.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, and blood stained the pure white floor red.

Zhou Fan split the last 'Zhou Fan' in half, and the battle was over.

He was a little tired and sat on the ground. He fought with strength alone. He no longer possessed the blood of the Dragon God as before. He was able to quickly restore his true essence and killed hundreds of people. Of course, he would be tired.

Looking at the mutilated corpses of the mortals on the ground, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and he still couldn't understand what was going on with the blood all over his body?

Will that peculiar troll come back?

In just a short time, all the wounds on his body have healed.

"It's still not enough." He sighed, the copied Zhou Fans would not threaten his survival at all, and the Law of Immortality was still far away from him.

There is a feeling of spinning around.

When Zhou Fan opened his eyes again, he found that the bonfire was still burning, but it was already dawn.

"It seems that I was really dragged into a dream. Once I kill my own copy, I can get away. Is this weirdness some kind of law-type weirdness?"

Zhou Fan checked his body and found no injuries, so he was relieved. He didn't go around the city much yesterday, so he decided to spend some more time walking around before leaving the deserted city.

He walked to the central area of ​​the city and saw an intact jet-black building. The jet-black building was built with a certain metal material, so it could be preserved for a long time.

This jet-black building is not a place where people live, it is more like a temple.

Zhou Fan walked over and opened the door, and found that just as he thought, it was indeed a temple, with a pure white statue standing on top of the temple.

Zhou Fan was stunned when he looked at this pure white statue, because this pure white statue looked just like him, it was his statue.

Seeing his statue for no reason, there was a chill in his heart, cold to the bone.

But the chill soon dissipated.

"This temple is weird, maybe everyone who opens the door will see his own statue." Zhou Fan thought silently, otherwise it would not make sense, he had never been to this city before.

Past life?

This is even more impossible, even if there is a past life, his past life should not look exactly like him now.

He thought it was very interesting. He approached and looked at the statue carefully. If it was made by a human, there should be some traces of refining, but if it was made by a strange man, there might be more details.

He soon discovered that behind the statue there were characters that could change.

This made him slightly silent. It wasn't made out of weirdness. He had seen this character a lot. It was an ancient script in the mouth of a monk, but it should be more appropriate to call it divine script, divine script.

This city should be a city that believes in a certain god. If so, then the history is indeed very long.

He silently stared at the words behind the statue for a while. These words are not very useful, but they are for the boat. For monks, these words are still worth collecting, because the divine text contains the laws of God, saying You may not be able to comprehend the law in the scriptures.

After staring for a while, he laughed dumbly, the divine script was unpredictable, and the strong memory was not complete, why should he force the memory, and when he came back next time, he would just take the statue away.

As for now, he has no storage bag, and it is too cumbersome to walk around with this statue on his back.

After thinking about it, he searched the temple again, and felt a little regretful after not finding too many valuables, but this is a normal thing, long years have corroded, and some things have long disappeared.

He was a little touched, he stood for a while, looked at his statue, turned to leave, and quickly ran out of the barren city.

He went west.

"Don't go west~www.wuxiaspot.com~go east."

"What's the use of going east, please continue to go west!"

Zhou Fan stopped, the voice belonged to him, but he didn't speak. The voice came from his left and right hands. To be more precise, it was his left and right hands who spoke.

The left hand said: "There is no danger in the west, and there is no point in going west."

The right hand said, "Who told you that there is no danger in the west?"

Zhou Fan silently listened to the quarrel between his left and right hands. Is this... auditory hallucinations?

Is it the influence of last night's dream or the little white bug in the body? Still neither, but other unknown dangers beckoned.

"Please go south, it's more dangerous to the south." His left foot opened his mouth.

"Let's go north. The north looks like going back, but I feel that there is an unforeseen danger over there." His right foot continued.

The left foot and right foot joined the quarrel, and the four limbs quarreled even more.

The real and noisy voice did not sound like hallucinations at all. The noise made Zhou Fan's forehead burst with blue veins. He couldn't help shouting, "You all shut up."

The noisy sound suddenly stopped.

"Why did you shut us up?" said the right hand.

"Yeah, don't think that you are the real Zhou Fan." Left Hand sneered.

"We are all part of Zhou Fan, why not let us talk?" Left Foot said.

"Ignore him, he's just the most useless head." The right foot said disdainfully: "Does he think we need to listen to him?"

The most useless brain?

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment. He tried to take a step, but neither his left nor right foot obeyed.

He tried to raise his left or right hand again, but also found that the hands were not moving as he thought.

The limbs ignored him and continued to argue.

Zhou Fan was silent, he lost control of his body.