Just like the emperor in the palace in Wang Baolemeng Dao, Xuan Chen, who appeared in the sky at this moment, had a expressionless face and a solemn expression, but his eyes were different. What was emitting from it was not majesty, but the storm hidden under the red light.

It is like being tired of the world, suppressing madness, but this expression that should be very emotional, but it also has an indifference that cannot be concealed. Perhaps it is this contradiction that makes all the strong people in the second level of the world look up and their hearts are shaking.

Even in this second level world, there are many strong people, whether it is the seven emotions, six desires, or the mysterious ancient city, but I have to say... all of this can be suppressed by Emperor Xuanchen, who is at least at the sixth step of cultivation.

Because he is above the Son of God and is the guardian of the gods. To some extent, he represents the final rules of this world.

At this moment, this face looked down at the earth of all living beings in the sky, as if searching. Until half of the incense stick passed, the face obviously lost the trace of Wang Baole and slowly disappeared.

In the first level of the world, the man in black robe who was standing on the parrot statue also sat down again, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

As the face disappeared, the emperor spirits attracted by Wang Baole also disappeared one after another, and the whole world gradually returned to normal. When the light of the first sun shone on the next day, everything completely recovered.

The world is still running, and sentient beings are still practicing, but a strange atmosphere begins to spread in this second level of world, because although outsiders do not know the specifics of what happened last night, they can still judge the general situation by relying on guessing.

The only ones that can cause the appearance of the Emperor Spirit and the Guardian are...outsiders.

Although this incident is extremely rare in the second level world, it is not unprecedented. Therefore, more and more local monks communicate in speculation. At the same time, in the morning, the sound of piano sounds came from an unknown area in the city.

The sound of the piano was filled with anger and even more unwillingness. After it was heard, it enveloped the entire city, causing the sky above Tingyu City to be covered with clouds and heavy rain.

Soon, a decree was heard, and a large number of monks from Tingyu City received a high reward.

The goal of this reward is to find Qingling!

Qingling is the woman in green who was killed by Wang Baole and obtained the Taoist seed.

As the city of Tingyu shook and the number of listeners went out, the second level of the world, which was originally in some balance, gradually showed signs of imbalance.

When the storm is coming outside, in a remote area of ​​the second level of the world, this place is not a mountain range, but an endless desert. However, unlike the traditional yellow sand, the desert here is purple.

The purple sand and gravel formed a purple sand sea, making it look deserted and there were also some strangeness and weirdness.

Because anyone who approaches or walks in will smell a bloody smell that cannot be removed here.

Here, there is a name in the second level of the world, called Zimo.

It is said that several years ago, a strong man was killed here. Her blood soaked the entire desert here, making the desert purple. At the same time, there was a strong interference, so that the cultivator's cultivation would be affected after entering here. In addition, the barrenness here reveals poverty, and some strong men came to search and confirmed that there was no chance to create this place.

As a result, few people appeared in this area.

And deep in the underground of this purple desert, Wang Baole sat cross-legged there, motionless, immersing himself in the fusion of the way of joy and the law of listening to desire in his body.

This kind of fusion can theoretically be accelerated, but this acceleration will make some mistakes in the laws that cover Wang Baole himself, so Wang Baole is not in a hurry, but allows these two laws to slowly fight in his body.

He knew very well that the first time he used external power to only caused the appearance of the Emperor Spirit, but the second time he caused the guardian to come. If he calculated this way, he believed that once he used external laws for the third time, or his breath was locked again, he would have no way out.

At this moment, his cultivation is not enough to fight against the guardian, and his purpose of coming to Yuanyu Daokong is not to sweep directly.

"Two problems need to be solved..."

"One is to find a way to walk to the Emperor."

"The second one is the guardian..." Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of splendor flashed out from the dark ground.

"The Emperor Xuanchen... the last changes and problems in his dream..." Wang Baole was silent. He thought of the words of good and evil. He felt strange about the other party's problems at the beginning. When he looked at it, the sense of strangeness was stronger, and he felt a strong feeling.

This seemingly simple question of good and evil has deep meaning.

In silence, Wang Baole looked down at his body, felt the confrontation between the two laws in his body, and thought for a moment, and he had a choice in his heart.

Since the body cannot be easily revealed, and the best way is to avoid the other party's search here, the most effective way now is to form a clone to go out.

However, the ordinary clone has causality and effect with the body, and once discovered, it will still be locked in the body, so this clone cannot have causality and effect relationship with the body.

To a certain extent... it is equivalent to shaping an independent clone.

Independence often poses the risk of rebellion, but this risk is not unresolvable for Wang Baole, who is in the fifth step.

So after thinking, Wang Baole's eyes closed, and the next moment, an overlapping shadow appeared in his body. Gradually, a clone gathered out and disappeared into the ground in a flash.

Soon, a figure walked out on the edge of this purple desert.

This figure looks very thin and there is no similarity with Wang Baole. Whether it is appearance or breath, his cultivation seems to be just like the Nascent Soul, but there is a hint of coldness in his eyes. If you look closely, you can see that the coldness reveals killing and coldness, as if a force of destruction is sealed in his body.

This is the unique clone created by Wang Baole.

This clone is formed by Wang Baole's reference to the state of Emperor Ling... an independent body without too many emotional fluctuations.

To a certain extent, he is very similar to the Emperor Ling, the difference is... the control of the Emperor Ling is unknown because the Emperor is sleeping, and Wang Baole's spirit has control over him.

"Then from now on, I am the new Wang Baole." At this moment, the clone that walked out of the purple desert, looked back at the desert, sneered, and walked towards the distance.

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Chapter completed!