I have a hundred clones

Cao Ya raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Shi Hao, and said with a smile:

"What, you want to try your hand at them?"

He saw Shi Hao's thoughts.

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After two years of hard training, Shi Hao couldn't wait to have a battle against those young geniuses.

"Then go and have a look." Cao Ya did not refuse. If Shi Hao wanted to go, it was up to him.

Two years ago, Shi Hao first entered the Spiritual Transformation Realm. In a real duel, he was probably not as good as those young geniuses.

But at this time, Shi Hao is basically at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and is no longer inferior to any Spirit Transformation Realm, whether he is a young prodigy or an older generation of strong men who have suppressed their cultivation.

Although Shi Hao failed every time when he challenged him, Shi Hao made great progress every time. Cao Ya was shocked when he saw it.

Huhu~~

The two of them crossed the blue sea and arrived outside the battlefield.

Rumble~~~~~

The waves hit the sky and the battle was fierce.

In the sea, a young man with a head full of aqua-blue hair and gleaming eyes, holding a halberd in one arm, faced the powerful mermaid tribe alone, killing everyone.

The monks from the mermaid clan shouted, their bodies cracked, and then exploded.

The descendant of Poseidon is named Mo Shang. He holds a halberd in one hand. He is extremely powerful and can sweep through thousands of armies. He is extremely terrifying. He suppresses the entire sea area by himself, and no one dares to attack him directly.

The mermaid clan suffered a disastrous defeat and had to withdraw from the sea area, shrinking back in front of the Poseidon clan.

Immediately, many creatures in the sea came to surrender to Mo Shang, the descendant of Poseidon, and surrendered one after another.

It was obvious that Mo Shang was conquering various tribes. He came to Bihai not only to compete for the "Kunpeng Treasure Art", but also to gain fame and prepare for becoming a god in the future.

Mo Shang aspires to the ancient ancestors, the sea to become a god and to rule all races.

Even the creatures on land were shocked by the sight.

"Mo Shang, the descendant of Poseidon, is already invincible!" someone sighed.

"Look, the geniuses of the Flame Fish clan are extremely powerful!" Someone pointed to another area of ​​the sea and exclaimed.

People looked over and saw the same shocking scene.

The red light blazed into the sky, and a majestic young man wearing a red armor with a bright body, holding a red-blooded war spear, swept across the enemies, forced back a large group of senior masters, and occupied one side alone.

The Flame Fish clan watched from the outside but did not participate in the battle.

That young man is the ultimate genius of the Fire Fish clan, his name is Han Tian. In this North Sea, he is as famous as Mo Shang, the descendant of Poseidon.

The battle between Han Tian and Mo Shang two years ago shocked the crowd. Although it ended in a draw, now, the two young geniuses have become more and more terrifying.

Everyone knew that these two geniuses were destined to have a bloody battle because the two clans were feuding.

In addition to the Poseidon Clan and the Flame Fish Clan, there are also many powerful clans, followed by old servants, young men and women with outstanding heads, clustered in the center, and the atmosphere is extraordinary.

There are also the people and horses from the Taikoo Sacred Mountain. Together, they look out in all directions and are absolutely powerful.

Even if I come to the sea, I still have enough confidence.

Cao Ya looked around and his eyes flickered. In his perception, the real power in this blue sea was not the little guys or old servants on the surface. What was lurking in the dark was truly terrifying.

The aura of the Venerable that can be sensed alone can be felt in more than two palms!

He was unable to sense many creatures accurately, because those creatures came from powerful clans or sacred mountains, and the artifacts passed down from ancient times were very magical and could isolate their spiritual perception.

Even though Cao Ya is confident that he is not inferior to the True God, he still has to be cautious.

Shi Hao originally wanted to have a big battle, so he selected a group of strong men from the older generation to establish his reputation.

But the sudden change in Kunpeng's nest attracted people's attention. Shi Hao was even more surprised when he saw it.

On the island, Kunpeng began to crack. After a long time, it was finally no longer stable and was about to collapse.

The entire body of the God's Nest was pitch-black, and its cracks were blazing, like a volcano erupting under the Black Mountain. Fiery rivers of lava appeared, meandering and pouring into the sea, boiling a sea area and causing mist to rise.

"It's about to be turned on!" Everyone's hearts moved and they stared intently.

I've been waiting for two years for this day, right?

However, the place closest to the ancient nest is occupied by big forces. From the disciples of Shenshan Mountain to the princes, and then to the leader and venerable of the first religion, the aura is faint and deep as an abyss, and ordinary people dare not approach it at all.

Many monks had no choice but to stay in the distance and watch the God's Nest.

In a large area of ​​darkness, the heroes were unwilling to leave and waited for opportunities in the rear.

Cao Ya's eyes were filled with divine light, staring at the divine nest.

Although he had not experienced the training of young Kunpeng, he still got a glimpse of some special runes.

The dark ancient nest cracked and golden ripples appeared, which greatly touched Cao Ya.

"Sanren..." Shi Hao said, feeling quite uneasy in his heart.

Shi Hao had experienced the training of young Kunpeng and had also seen many runes.

"Silence! Let those great sect members clear the way. Really good things won't be easy to get. First focus on observing this rune... Have you seen it too?" Cao Ya sent a message and finally asked.

Shi Hao nodded.

"The incomplete runes of "Kunpeng Treasure"..." Cao Ya looked at the island with great seriousness. The black nest began to change. It quickly became golden and brilliant, and pieces of runes steamed up and connected together.

"Eh, that's not right!" Cao Ya suddenly frowned. The rune shone brightly. It was an important record. It mentioned the "Kunpeng Treasure", but it was not the "Kunpeng Treasure" itself.

In the end, Cao Ya obtained a set of mysterious symbols whose meaning was unknown, very strange and complicated.

"I don't understand." Cao Ya shook his head.

Shi Hao pondered for a long time, but found nothing.

The two checked and found exactly the same runes, but they didn't understand what they meant.

When Cao Ya recalled the articles he had read, he could skim them hastily, but they had long since lost their impression. Even if he recalled them, they were only a general idea, and he had almost forgotten the specific things.

After all, I never noticed it before.

If you want to dig into your memory, you have to pay attention to it and read it carefully.

However, Cao Ya dug deep into his memory and found nothing, but others did.

"Those two people... do you think they look familiar?" Some creatures in the sea were confused and looked at Cao Ya and Shi Hao on the sea. The tall and short figures looked too familiar.

"It's the 'tall and short evil'! Damn it, we finally discovered these two robbers!" A monk's pupils tightened as he recognized them.

He probably witnessed Cao Ya and others committing crimes, or was a victim.

Judging from the angry expression on his face, he was more likely to be a victim.

Cao Ya and the others marched forward on the sea. At this moment, heroes from all walks of life gathered outside Kunpeng's nest. It was inevitable that they would meet the heroes.

Naturally, some victims looked over suspiciously and recognized them.

"Is it you?!" The venerables and elders of the Ancient Sacred Mountain, the ancestors and elders of the powerful clans in the sea area, the princes of one party, the young prodigy, etc. all stared over, their eyes cold and murderous.

These were all beaten by Cao Ya and others.

Especially the envoy of Lord Jiao, Mo Shang, a descendant of the Poseidon Clan. He was once beaten with a black stick and lost his face. Now when he saw his true master, he was naturally furious.

Phew~~

In the distance, a gray dragon emerged from the sea and turned into an old man. His expression was indifferent and he wanted to kill the two people immediately.

But Cao Ya, a scattered person in the wilderness, was a venerable man. He seemed to have become a god, but he was also very afraid and hesitated to move forward.

But Mo Shang, the descendant of Poseidon, thinks that this place is Kunpeng's nest and suppresses his cultivation. He is in the spirit transformation realm, so what is there to fear?

Mo Shang was arrogant, holding a golden halberd, pointing at Cao Ya and Shi Hao, extremely domineering:

"The scattered people of the Great Wilderness... you will come over here to receive me to death!"