1071: C1071 The Death of the King of Hell

C1071 The Death of the King of Hell

"Damn it!" Yama was so angry that he was going crazy. He had never thought that his method of winning would be so easily seen through.

The strength of the phantom clones that Soul Master was so proud of was not only in the fact that it was hard to tell whether they were real or fake, but also in the fact that there were multiple real bodies that could control multiple phantom clones to fight together and exhaust the opponent to death.

However, the realm of Yan Luo was purely raised by a secret technique, and he himself was not the real Soul Master. The way to use the phantom clones was also very crude, and it could even be said that he knew nothing about it. Since he couldn't unleash the true power of the illusory clones, naturally, his flaws were easily seen through. In less than a few minutes, a doppelganger had been broken through.

"Your illusory clone is no longer useful to me!" Lee Wenyan held the Judge Brush in his hand and stared coldly at Yama with an imposing manner.

"Hmph, you only destroyed one of my clones. Now is not the time for you to be proud of yourself!" Although his technique had been broken, Yama was still an expert who had experienced great storms. Naturally, he would not be thrown into chaos because of this.

"Even now, you still refuse to admit it! The number of doppelgangers is based on the strength of his own body. The more spiritual energy one has, the more doppelgangers one can form. Losing a doppelganger would greatly drain one's spiritual energy. Now that I've destroyed one of your clones, I've lost at least a third of your spiritual energy. How much longer can you hold on?"

Although Lee Wenyan didn't have any combat experience with Soul Master, it didn't mean that he didn't have any understanding of Soul Master.

An illusion was just an illusion after all, whether it was a Heavenly Master or a Spiritual Master. What Soul Master relied on was his own spiritual energy. Using martial arts, flying in the sky, Vital Qi Turning Into Sword, and so on required a large amount of spiritual energy to support each of them.

Naturally, the phantom clone was no exception. Losing a clone would definitely reduce Soul Master's own strength greatly.

Now that one of Yama's clones had been destroyed, there was no way that his strength would not be reduced.

Yama's face darkened and became incomparably cold. He naturally knew whether what Lee Wenyan said was true or not. Just now, after the clone was destroyed, it had caused him to lose a lot of vital energy, causing him to vomit blood on the spot.

If he were to lose another clone, even if he didn't die, he would still be heavily injured and on the verge of death.

"Damn it... This fellow actually saw through the weakness of the doppelganger so quickly!" Yama was extremely annoyed. Initially, he thought that after using a secret technique to advance to Soul Master's realm, dealing with Lee Wenyan was a piece of cake. In the end, he didn't expect that he would be the first to get hurt after failing to deal with ___.

"No! The duration of the Blood Transformation Divine Art was only 15 minutes. By now, more than half of it had already passed! Once the time passes, I will be weakened for a long period of time. If I fall into his hands, I will die without a doubt! "

As this thought flashed through his mind, Yama gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He activated another clone and attacked together with his main body.

"This is going to be two against one, do you not want your life anymore?" Lee Wenyan's eyes narrowed. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Good timing!"

Immediately, he controlled his Spiritual Sense, controlled the Judge Brush, and rushed towards Yama.

"Swoosh!"

The Judge Brush flew and circled in the air with a flick of his finger, interweaving layers of grids, restricting the movements of the two Yama Kings.

"Damn it! It's this move again, get lost!" Yama was furious, and immediately attacked the Judge Brush. He had suffered a loss under the Judge Brush before, and his clone had suffered a loss as well. Therefore, he wished he could crush the Judge Brush right now!

The corner of Lee Wenyan's mouth twitched, and he welcomed the other clone of Yama.

"A mere clone, get rid of it!"

With a loud shout, Lee Wenyan's ten fingers moved, and a dark golden handprint shot out towards the clone.

"Don't even think about getting the same trick!" The true body of Yama furiously shouted out. He urged his clone to hurriedly dodge the attack, and at the same time, he launched a huge pitch-black handprint towards the clone.

"Boom!"

The two handprints collided violently. A terrifying storm swept out along with the explosive sound, along with a terrifying energy spread out. It was as if it was going to devour everything in its surroundings. It seemed as if it was going to destroy the entire world.

"Deng!"

Yama steadied his body and looked at Lee Wenyan coldly, "I will not take the same trick twice!"

"Oh? How about this move?" Lee Wenyan suddenly revealed a strange sneer. In the next second, the Judge Brush hovering in the air suddenly stabilized. On the slender shaft of the brush, mysterious patterns emitted a faint golden light.

"Kacha!"

"Kacha!"0

The lines actually opened up, and then under Yama's disbelieving gaze, they actually opened up like a mechanism. Sharp blades that looked like leaves, layered over each other, formed a weapon that looked like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

"This is..." Yama's pupils constricted.

"It's over!"

At that moment, with a thought from Lee Wenyan, the countless blades on the Judge Brush exploded and scattered in all directions. They flew towards Yama in a strange trajectory, and attacked him with all their might.

"Not good!" Yama turned pale with fright. He immediately circulated his spiritual energy to defend himself. At the same time, he let his phantom clone attack and defend.

Seeing this, Lee Wenyan sneered, "It's useless! Don't you understand? Although the phantom was powerful, the degree of power depended on Soul Master himself. If Soul Master's spiritual energy was strong enough, the strength of the clone would naturally rise. However, if Soul Master's spiritual energy was not strong enough, the clone he created would be... Not only is strength not guaranteed, but it will also weaken the original body's strength! The current you has improved, but your strength is divided into three parts. It is still not as powerful as before! This move, Pear Blossom Rain, can take your life!"

After Yama used a secret technique to raise his cultivation realm, his strength could be said to be powerful, but it could also be said to be even weaker.

He could use his illusory clones to face off against one more person, and he could take turns attacking. In terms of numbers, he had the upper hand, and he could catch his opponent off guard.

But at the same time, because of his phantom clones, he needed to divide his own spiritual energy into three parts. This made the spiritual energy that was originally insufficient to support Soul Master's cultivation base appear to be insufficient, and his strength was actually not as strong as his main body alone.

This was why although the phantom clones were powerful, in reality, most of Soul Master would not use this technique unless absolutely necessary.

In a sense, Soul Master's illusion clone was the embryonic form of a Spirit Separating Stage clone, and it was a transitional stage.

A Spirit Separating Stage could truly reach the level of a true body and a clone. They could complement each other and increase each other's cultivation base and strength. It was not like Soul Master. He could only rely on his true body to support the consumption of his spiritual energy. The significance of this was completely different.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yama's face turned pale with fright. He realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

At this moment, it was too late for regrets.

Countless flying daggers circled around his body, cutting through every inch of his flesh and blood.

"Puchi! Puchi!"

Very soon, his skin and flesh were lacerated, and fresh blood splattered everywhere. Even if he used spirit energy to defend himself, he would not be able to withstand the terrifying flying sabers' attacks.

"Ah..." Along with a miserable cry, the flying blade directly pierced through his throat and heart. Blood flowed out from his seven apertures, and his eyes were wide open as he died with everlasting regret. His body crashed down with a loud bang, and he straightened his back as he collapsed onto the ground.

"Swoosh!"

At this moment, a faint white light suddenly flew out of his body like a baby.

It was a Nascent Soul!

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