Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

These five people are the elemental clones of the gold armor, spirit wood armor, holy water armor, sacred fire armor, and black soil armor.

Feng Yao and the others didn't know the details. At this time, in their eyes, six Xiao Lin appeared at the same time, looking at them with the same standing posture and the same expression.

"what?!"

"What kind of magic is this?!"

The faces of the ghosts, Leng Ruoshuang and others were full of shock.

They are all spiritual cultivators, and they have not even heard of the most common clone technique, let alone the Five Elements division, a super god-level spiritual technique that only exists in legends.

Feng Yao is one of these people who knows something about the world. At this time, he still forced a calm sneer: "Even if you have six, what can you do?"

"Now that the entire Zhongzhou has been swept by the war, do you think that with a few of you, you can stop this trembling Zhongzhou war that will be recorded in the annals of history?"

"Sorry, I really can."

Xiao Lin smiled slightly, raised his hands slightly, and Five Elements Xiao Lin all raised their hands behind him. Everyone's hands turned into a mirror composed of elemental power.

What is presented in the five mirrors is exactly the scene in every corner of Zhongzhou at this moment.

The scenes on the five mirrors coincided with each other, all showing a situation where the disciples of different factions were respecting each other again after a great war.

"This...what's going on?!"

Feng Yao was furious and roared: "Why don't my disciples obey the orders of the head? They should have killed all enemies who resisted us!"

Gui Jian, Leng Ruoshuang was also full of consternation: "What have you done, why did Zhongzhou have such a dramatic change?!"

"I did nothing, just to stop this war."

Xiao Lin shrugged and smiled: "Now, as long as I stop you a few more, this war can be stopped smoothly."

"You dream!"

Feng Yao clenched his fists and shouted excitedly: "For this opportunity, I have been dormant for decades. I need to clear all obstacles in today's battle and become the overlord over 10,000 people in Zhongzhou!"

"If you want to stop me, kill me and somebody!"

Seeing Feng Yao's excitement, Xiao Lin felt a little strange in his heart.

Where did this guy get his courage? In this situation, he still dared to speak to him in such a tone.

Xiao Lin stayed silent for a while, then turned to look at the three of Leng Rushuang, Gui Jianshou, and Wang Tiancheng on the side.

"Do you all mean the same thing?"

Leng Rushuang replied: "No, we have no ability or ambition to be the overlord of Zhongzhou."

"Yes!" The ghost nodded in agreement, "We just want a site where we can survive without interference!"

"But that is impossible."

Wang Tiancheng sighed and said bitterly, "There are many schools and families in Zhongzhou, and they are of equal strength to each other. No one can be convinced by anyone."

"This battle is an accident, but it is also an inevitable. There will be no two days and no two masters in the country. Sooner or later, there will be a hegemon in Zhongzhou who will convince all the forces and order unification."

"I see."

Xiao Lin nodded thoughtfully, smiled and said, "You just lack a leader who can let you take it orally. Can I understand that?"

"Yes!"

Feng Yao said loudly: "And now in the entire Zhongzhou, only I have reached the imperial rank. The leader must be me, and it can only be me!"

"If you have the strength and qualifications, of course you can do it, but obviously the cold head and ghost head, as well as the tens of thousands of cultists of the Fushan and Lunar Sect, are not convinced by you."

Xiao Lin said indifferently: "Of course, if you have the strength to convince them, it is impossible to fight them for so long regardless of victory or defeat."

Feng Yao was startled slightly, his face suddenly became a little ugly.

Although he didn't want to, he had to admit that what Xiao Lin said made sense.

"So what?" Feng Yao argued unanimously: "Even if I don't have one, do you have the strength and qualifications?"

"Yes, I do have this qualification."

Xiao Lin smiled faintly, and the pure Spiritual Qi condensed under his feet. Together with the five Xiao Lins behind him, he floated into the air, condescendingly gazing at the top of Broken Cloud Mountain, overlooking the entire Zhongzhou.

Feng Yao, Leng Rushuang, Gui Jian Sorrow, and Wang Tiancheng were all startled slightly, their expressions becoming a little complicated.

Feng Yao sneered and said, "You are a little too arrogant, right?"

"You certainly have the strength, but you, an outsider, have any qualifications to be the master of our Zhongzhou?"

"Yes." Leng Rushuang frowned, "Why do we believe that you alone are capable of managing all the people in Zhongzhou, as well as the disciples of our three major factions?"

"How do you ensure that our three major sects will not have disputes and frictions with each other from now on, and then the next war will break out?"

"Good question!"

Xiao Lin smiled slightly, "Then I will answer your first question first-to manage all the people in Zhongzhou, not just by me, but by all of you."

"Besides the five me behind me, I have other helpers."

As he said, Xiao Lin snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "Show me."

As soon as Xiao Lin said this, a violent black wind blew from all eight locations on the top of Broken Cloud Mountain, causing all the four people standing in the middle of the mountain to face horror and trembling with fright.

When the black wind of the eight groups dissipated, eight people came out from the inside and showed their true colors.

Headed by Qiuluo and tailed by Tiandun, the eight Venerables all showed up, standing in eight directions on the top of Broken Cloud Mountain.

With a giant axe in his hand, Qiu Luo stood majestically in the east.

Tiandun carries a heavy shield on its back and stands tall and slim on the westernmost side.

Heavenly Sword Venerable, with the sword of the underworld on his waist, like a graceful gentleman, even if he kills people, he does not lose his grace.

Sky sickle Venerable, holding a scythe of the underworld, like a bloodthirsty butcher, thousands of creatures are like rows of weeds in his eyes.

Heavenly Sword Venerable, a heavenly sword, surrendered to all blades.

Heavenly Halberd Venerable, two ghostly double halberds, the blades of the halberds are horrible to all sentient beings.

Sky Bow Venerable, shoulders the Pluto bow, looking northwest and shooting Sirius.

Sky whip Venerable, waist whip, ghost whip, all things fall.

The Eight Venerables are holding their own natal weapons at this time, standing in the eight directions on the top of Broken Cloud Mountain.

Feng Yao, Leng Rushuang, Ghost Seeing Sorrow, and Wang Tiancheng were surrounded by them. At this time, all of them were full of fear.

Although they can't see what Cultivation Base these people are, they can feel this powerful pressure.

The Eight Venerable at this time was like eight towering mountains surrounding them, making Feng Yao, the self-proclaimed Zhongzhou No. 1 expert, his face pale with fright, and his whole body trembled violently.

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