Great Demon Sun Wukong

Shocked, Yao Wumeng looked down to see a large hole gaped open in his chest. Looking up at Lin Xi, he discovered to his astonishment that Lin Xi's figure had become fainter and fainter, until finally, all that remained was the long sword in his hands raised in mid-air, a ridiculous sight. Without even turning his head, Yao Wumeng knew that it was Lin Xi standing behind him.

"True and false, false and true, who in this world can truly penetrate the essence of reality? Just like at this moment, who knows whether you are the real thing or a fake?" It seemed a mix of a sigh and a mockery of something.

Disbelief filled his eyes, but the pain from the hole in his chest and the weakening sensation as though all his strength was being drained away made Yao Wumeng realize that all of this was real. Very soon, Yao Wumeng found it increasingly difficult to breathe and felt his legs gradually losing strength. Eventually, with a thud, Yao Wumeng knelt down.

Reaching out to touch the empty hole in his chest, the warm blood in his palms told Yao Wumeng that this time, he was probably really going to die. Using almost the last of his strength, Yao Wumeng turned around as if he was catching the last glimpse of light and calmly said to Lin Xi, "How did you know I was fake?

I am completely identical to the real Yao Wumeng, whether it be cultivation techniques, aura, weapons, even Divine Skills and soul, all exactly the same, a perfect copy, to the point where even Yao Wumeng himself would not be able to notice the slightest flaw. Moreover, he and I share the same vision and thoughts; what he sees, I see, and what he thinks, I think. How did you figure out I was fake?"

After saying so much in one breath, already on the brink of death, his breath became even weaker. However, seeing the determination in the eyes of Yao Wumeng, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to trigger something in Lin Xi.

Lin Xi suddenly stepped forward, leaned down, and whispered in Yao Wumeng's ear, "First of all, even if you are very much like Yao Wumeng, others may not see it, but you know in your heart, you are not Yao Wumeng. Secondly, I know the real Yao Wumeng has been to the Netherworld and on you, there is no aura of the Netherworld! Am I right, Yao Wumeng?

You, who were nearly killed by the Five Great War Generals of the Netherworld, how could you miss the opportunity for revenge and not go to the Patrolling Celestial World, but come to the Six Kingdoms War instead?"

After finishing speaking, Lin Xi turned around and no longer looked at the "Yao Wumeng" kneeling on the ground. Seemingly provoked by Lin Xi's words, "Yao Wumeng" suddenly roared, "No, I am Yao Wumeng, I am Yao Wumeng; I am Yao Wumeng!" His voice even began to hoarse.

And "Yao Wumeng," from who knew what strength, managed to struggle to his feet, picked up the Destruction Sword Fenji off the ground, and suddenly turned and stabbed at Lin Xi's back. This thrust carried "Yao Wumeng's" last bits of madness, perseverance, reluctance, rage, and a trace of relief.

Yet Lin Xi, as if he hadn't noticed, continued walking forward without turning his head, his silhouette seeming exceedingly forlorn. Just as the fiery-red long sword was less than an inch from Lin Xi's back, intricate patterns suddenly spread out from the hole in "Yao Wumeng's" chest.

The moment these patterns appeared, they rapidly covered "Yao Wumeng's" entire body. The sword in "Yao Wumeng's" hand stopped mid-air, unable to move further. "I don't want to know who you are, but I will remember that in my life, there was a strong man called Yao Wumeng that I had to exhaust all my abilities to defeat!" the voice slowly dispersed, but Lin Xi's steps didn't halt at all.

Behind him, "Yao Wumeng," entirely covered by the mysterious patterns, began to change appearance, and with the flow of the intricate patterns, "Yao Wumeng" completely transformed into another person. As for who this person really was, probably no one would know anymore, but the tears on his face were enough to tell that this person surely had another story.

As the intricate patterns continued to move, "Yao Wumeng" finally disintegrated into dust, scattered within the palace of what was once one of the Nine Great Divine Kingdoms, the Dominion of Soil.

Lin Xi took a few more steps, then suddenly seemed to remember something.

He was about to turn around but stopped himself, shook his head, and with a wave of his hand, a spiritual power transformed into an invisible giant hand, scooped up the Destruction Sword Fenji and the Tyrant Sword Juque from the ground, and then two scabbards were formed by the spiritual power, carrying both swords on his back.

Having dealt with Yao Wumeng, although Lin Xi's own exhaustion was also extreme, waves of dizziness assaulted him, but he knew he couldn't fall, for the battle was not over yet. If he were to fall at this moment, should King of Qin or Jixin be defeated, the final failure would still be on his side. Stay tuned to empire

Taking a few more steps, the dizziness intensified, and Lin Xi had to bite down hard on his tongue, using the sharp pain to stimulate his nerves and keep himself from collapsing. But this was not a long-term solution, and after taking thirty or so more steps, finally, Lin Xi could no longer withstand the dizziness that swept over him like a tsunami.

After one last glance at Jixin, who was still engaged in furious combat, Lin Xi finally collapsed straight down. However, he did not fall to the ground, because Bi Hai had already appeared in front of Lin Xi at some unknown time, catching the falling Lin Xi. Extending his hand to check Lin Xi's wrist, he found that Lin Xi had not sustained any serious injuries.

However, when he looked up and saw a person kneeling behind Lin Xi, he was startled. But, on closer inspection, he discovered the person was already dead. "Strange, who is this person? How did a stranger suddenly appear?" But Bi Hai did not have time to study it. He searched the body and pulled out a jade box from its embrace.

"There really is a treasure, such strong spiritual power fluctuations." Before he could open it to see what was inside, he suddenly heard King of Qin letting out a tragic scream from afar. Bi Hai immediately turned his head, only to see that King of Qin was being bitten by the remaining three heads of the thunder and lightning hydra at the same time.

The spots where the hydra's heads had bitten were rapidly turning the color of withered tree branches at a visible speed. Without any hesitation, he kicked the jade box into his arms and dashed desperately towards King of Qin.

As he ran, Bi Hai spared a glance for Jing Potian and saw he was also in a sorry state, with his left palm and entire right arm gone, and a large patch of pitch-black skin on his back, evidently eroded by King of Qin's Death Qi. Moreover, Jing Potian's left leg was severed at the root.

But next to him, the body of a ghoul lay on the ground, clearly dead as well. At the same time, the fighting spirits above, including the slightly larger thunder and lightning hydra, had both suffered injuries, and now they were all crashed to the ground, gasping for air with more intake than outflow.

Seeing this tragic state of the battle, Bi Hai was not only shocked but also blamed himself. He had thought that with his greatly increased strength, if he faced combat again, he might not be able to kill the enemy alone, but he could certainly protect his companions very well.

However, he had been careless for a moment, first being singled out by Yao Wumeng and having the first layer of defense breached, then before he could react, the giant demon broke through the second layer of defense and ultimately even punched him into unconsciousness.

When he woke up, it was already like this. Lin Xi had overexerted himself to the extent that even his soul had suffered damage, Jixin was still fighting fiercely with Hao Chen, and King of Qin was in the worst state, with nearly half of his body now resembling rotten wood. And King of Qin had long since been in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to cry out.

Finally, Bi Hai leaped forward, landing directly in front of King of Qin, whose body was now almost half turned into deadwood. Before his body even landed, Bi Hai held out the jade flute to the front, and immediately, a desolate and tragic flute sound echoed. At that moment, a multicolored barrier appeared around Bi Hai.

Since Bi Hai stood in front of King of Qin, the barrier directly enveloped King of Qin as well.

However, because Bi Hai deliberately controlled it, the barrier did not cover the hydra, which was now reduced to three heads. Therefore, the barrier, extending to the necks of the three snake heads, abruptly stopped.

That stop caused the barrier to solidify instantly, and the three snake heads were bisected as if cleaved by a massive blade, trapped inside the solid barricade. The hydra's body dropped outside the barrier.

And with the loss of their body's support, the incessantly flowing Destructive Energy finally ceased.

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