Infinite reincarnation of glory

The clone Zheng Zha never thought of this.

He never thought that he would have to fight Zhan Lan before he had a showdown with Zhengti - he had never even regarded Zhan Lan as an opponent that needed to be taken seriously in his own knowledge. It's not because of male chauvinism, but among the many pieces of information he obtained, there is no such thing as Zhan Lan showing great strength or potential!

She is just a spiritual power user...at most, a very powerful spiritual power user.

Even if she is as strong as two... or even three Toms. But how can she, a rear auxiliary, fight against the main combat force from the front?

This is a misconception, a seemingly small but actually huge flaw. His inherent knowledge of Zhan Lan made a small feeling of contempt arise at the bottom of his consciousness. Even if he responded and adjusted in time, he paid a huge price for it.

Gan Tian did not know whether he was alive or dead. With the Ankh activated, he should return to the battlefield immediately.

The lives of his companions were at stake. The over-strengthened anti-magic field even destroyed most of the non-magic supernatural effects in the Demon Team. And the poisonous stars that Zhan Lan casually tore off could cause fatal wounds over a wide area to individuals below the fourth middle school.

And he...maybe about to die.

The hand has penetrated the sternum.

The finger has touched the heart.

The blazing light of the soul beat restlessly, and the hidden dragon transformed like a trembling quail under the interference of the apocalypse.

And a sword intent is spontaneously bursting out from within himself, from the depths of his eyebrows.

That was Li Yingqiong's sword intention. In the Battle of Shushan, the last legacy left by his comrades who depended on him for life and death. She died in a bloody battle when she faced Metazord in a huge war. Even if she finally succeeded in repelling the tentacles of the Supreme Heaven, failing to save her was still her biggest regret in that battle.

And now, how similar is the situation to that time?

The power of the Supreme Heaven is clear, and the overwhelming disadvantage is already over. His companions were dying and injured, and even he himself was in danger. And the last legacy left by the young sword fairy will also fall from her own fingers.

——I'm going to lose her, again, before my eyes.

——Once again, he was forced to leave his companions behind in front of the power of the Supreme Heaven.

The heart cannot complete even one beat in the infinitely stretched time. However, the severe pain spread rapidly from the heart of the clone Zheng Zha, covering every place inside and outside the body in an instant.

The resistance in his mouth could not hinder Zhan Lan's actions. His voice had no authority or influence on her.

And he couldn't even contain the restless sword light between his eyebrows again.

[Monks like us, why are we afraid of a battle? 】

The voice of the deceased echoed in the sword light. He knew that even though what remained here was Li Yingqiong's true form and not the sword intention that even Can Si didn't include. She will also face difficulties without fear, even if her opponent is thousands of times stronger than herself.

She died because of it.

So……

——Why am I afraid?

——What am I afraid of?

In the almost still time, the clone Zheng Zha carefully looked at the face that was so close at hand. He suddenly realized that the face in front of him was so strange, and the soul in front of him was so far away from him.

Zhan Lan...

Zhan Lan, who was supposed to be his companion. I even spent some time with her, got to know her a bit, and felt that she could trust Zhan Lan in the future.

What price does she have in her heart?

The answer is, no.

According to the broadest calculation, the time we spent together was not enough for two days. The real contact time is only about a few hours. There is no difference between her and a client with a large order that she came into contact with when she was a corporate elite. She has no weight in her heart.

But why am I afraid of her? If it wasn't her that I was afraid of, what was I afraid of?

The answer is quite simple. The biggest difficulty in answering it is that I am unwilling to admit it. The reason why I care about Zhan Lan is because she is 'originally' my companion. What I am really afraid of is my identity as a clone. Everything I own is just the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror.

This is not an inner demon, but an obsession. There is always hesitation in the subtleties of self-identification. Because deep down in my heart, I am always comparing myself with the real person I have never met.

‘Can I be stronger than him? ’ ‘Have I done better than him? ’ ‘If I defeat him in the end, will I inherit everything from him? ''Will...will I become another him? ’ ‘And if that’s the case, will the upright companions also belong to one’s own interpersonal relationships? ’

Comparisons always bring hell.

Not everyone who falls into hell realizes that they are in hell.

But now, the clone Zheng Zha is forced to face it.

——Zhan Lan is not my companion, nor will he be my companion.

——Zheng Zha of the Devils will never become Zheng Zha of the Zhongzhou Team.

——I am me and he is him. He and his friends stand in my way, and I will get rid of them.

——I am Zheng Zha from the Demon Team.

The passage of time is getting slower and slower, and the changes in femtoseconds are tending to the operation of picoseconds. The carelessness of the woman in front of him was disappearing a little. Even though she was still sleepy, the clone Zheng Zha could clearly sense the hostility from her body.

She is the enemy.

She should be.

The sense of crisis increases sharply in the mind. The cognition of the world becomes increasingly clear in his eyes, and even the ebb and flow of the tides in the quantum vacuum gradually emerge in his perception.

[Monks like us, why are we afraid of a battle? 】

The sword intention flows from the center of the eyebrows to the heart.

— and I’ll keep everything the Devils have.

——I will...take back everything I lost!

The sword light broke out of the body.

The slender palm that reached into the chest disintegrated and shattered in the last remnants of the Sword Immortal.

Even if Li Yingqiong dies, he will still swing his sword to the highest heaven.

And her companions, her comrades-in-arms, will naturally inherit her legacy and fight to the death against the foreign enemies of the Supreme Heaven.

‘Bang——’ The upper body of Zhan Lan’s container was completely shattered.

A long tiger sword made of energy aggregated was shaped into shape. And it was completely solidified in the palm of the replica Zheng Zha.

The fourth high level of gene lock is achieved.

In his eyes, he captured the power channel between the 'Blessed Mary' and the Eye of Apocalypse.

The holy throne can of course be regenerated infinitely.

But regeneration also needs a medium to start constructing.

So……

The person holding the knife, lift up.

Everything in the sky and above was shattered, and the Eye of Apocalypse collapsed. And Zhan Lan's power was also exiled to a distant place.

very good.

……………………

very good.

Beneath hundreds of kilometers of broken mountains, Gan Tian, ​​who had completed his rebirth, stared at the 'Consecrated Mary' outside the sky. Even if he dies or is reborn, he still remembers that face - every face of the Zhongzhou team is a deep trauma in his heart that he can never let go of.

Was the Eye of Apocalypse broken? very good.

But it's not enough.

If you want to stop the Zhongzhou team and defeat the Zhongzhou team, you need more, higher, and stronger power.

A power not allowed by the clone Chu Xuan.

The clone Zheng Zha has unexpected power.

And that power is right between his brows, Shiva Gantian. It is Shiva's Eye of Destruction, and it is also a secret beacon connecting the unknown.

"The Devils are indeed a very warm team." He stretched out his hand and placed it on his eyebrows. "But I will always be the captain of the Indian team!"

"Come, Vishnu."

"Please use the power of my blood and soul as a sacrifice..."

"...The Heaven of Life and Death!"