These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 1113: Ember's True Self
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On the circular walls of the entire fairyland and countless divided battlefields, the celestial fairies and true immortals all looked up.

A thought naturally came to everyone's mind:
The almighty Immortal has arrived.

Those ultimate lives that have surpassed the level of ordinary lives, once they fully unleash their power, ordinary True Immortals will be overwhelmed and unable to breathe.

What followed was chaos and unrest on the entire battlefield.

"crazy?"

"It's only been a short while since the war started, has an immortal appeared yet?"

"Which immortal dares to be the first to reveal his true form? Aren't you afraid of being surrounded and killed?"

"That shadow crocodile shape is Xirong!"

"He's crazy. With such a violent temper, how dare his true self personally descend upon the battlefield of the two major forces?"

"At the level of Immortal Venerable, no one would be stupid. Is he sure he can block the first wave of attacks from all the Immortal Venerables, or does he have other means?"

Everyone was discussing it.

Something is wrong!
Something is wrong!
On the battlefield, the enemy and our True Immortal generals looked at each other, with a trace of horror flashing in their eyes, and they already had the idea of stopping the fight and running away.

The situation is unclear now.

The Immortal Lord's true form has already arrived, and he is too close to them. If they take even one breath, they would be in danger of death!
They know the progress of this battlefield better than anyone else.

at this time.

The True Immortals are fighting desperately on the battlefields everywhere.

But there will always be one True Immortal who will be at a disadvantage and on the verge of death.

At this time, the clone of the other immortal master will descend to save our true immortal.
As more and more clones of the law come to join the battle, some of them will be ambushed. Only then will the Immortal Lord himself be unable to help but take action personally and continuously send out new clones of the law to save the situation.

The final result is that it depends on who can't help it and lets the main body down first!

But when the first immortal's true form arrived, the decisive battle began.

The True Immortals would be shocked to death if they even got close!
If they don't run away now, when will they run away?
For a time, on the vast territory of more than one hundred battle lines, where infinite worlds converged, a large number of cultivators returned on immortal boats.

The strong men who had just been arrogant and wantonly killing the enemy had to stop and retreat to their own territory.

With Ning Zheng as the dividing line, it recedes like the tide on both sides.

The personal arrival of a supreme immortal made the entire battlefield as peaceful and tranquil as it had never been before, with only two or three brave kittens left.

After all, no true immortal is stupid, and a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

But their guess was wrong.

The decisive battle did not take place.

Because Ning Zheng's current essence is still a clone of the law, it is not worth them to personally encircle and suppress her.

If their real bodies descend, they will be the first immortals to descend in the true sense, and they will be the ones who were ambushed!
"The situation has fallen into a weird stalemate."

Ning Zheng's eyes flickered as she looked up at the immortals standing on the fortress between the two worlds.

I thought to myself, this is outrageous, is this the power that an Immortal Lord should have?
With the arrival of the Ten Perfect Immortals, all enemy and friendly soldiers retreated quickly like a tide.

Ning Zheng was basically the only one left standing alone on the battlefield.

"That's really enough respect."

He smiled. He originally thought that the situation was irreversible and they had become mortal enemies. He might as well just bully the weak with his big strength and attack the underworld soldiers with his body as an immortal.

But they had sharp battlefield instincts and just ran away.

Feeling the circulation of the ten laws throughout his body, Ning Zheng stood on the battlefield, holding the magic pot in one hand, in which a sun and moon were floating up and down, with dazzling golden flames.

"My lord, you hold the magic lamp in your hand, but you are in need of a mount... a mount!" Riyue Su Yu Niang kept winking at the image of Jiumu Qing in the distance, staring at it with great excitement.

It's time to ride on your horse and conquer the world!
Ning Zheng ignored her and raised her head silently, "I have no interest in you. Whether to fight or stop is decided by the underworld."

far away.

The Immortal Master Mingding, who was in shock as his clone of the law fell, had not yet uttered a word.

I saw several people from the Underworld Platform riding on a fairy boat. They were not afraid of death after landing and shouted from a distance:
"How can you possibly stop? You're already riding on Hades' face!"

"Xirong, how dare you kill the Law Clone? You have broken the Immortals' default bottom line. This time we will fight to the death."

"Do you want to go against all the immortals in the underworld? We were restrained before and only issued a warrant for your arrest instead of arresting you in person. You don't know what's going on and think that the underworld doesn't dare to arrest you in person?"

"Think about your Xirong. Those below the Immortal Lord will also die because of you!"

"If you have the guts, kill us. We are on the platform and can be resurrected!"

These are the members of the Mingding Civilization. Each of them is wrapped in special bandages, their bodies are on fire, and they are shouting wildly.

Some were hysterical, some made crazy threats, obviously trying to please their Mingding Immortal Lord.

They are right.

They are indeed fearless.

The principle of Ning Zheng's server is a remote Dharma image similar to the Dharma image leaving the body.

Now these people with destiny are remote Dharma images, and their real bodies are not here at all.

Just like they couldn't kill the blacksmith on Xirong Platform, Ning Zheng couldn't kill these clamoring bugs.

"But, can you really not kill it?"

Ning Zheng said lightly.

Without even looking at the other party, he blew lightly, and the bodies of these destined people on the underworld platform evaporated instantly.

The monks on the immortal boat have turned into drops of black water ashes.

They still thought they were not dead yet and were shouting.

"Xi Rong, you are destroying our Lord."

"How dare you?"

The little bubbles, still maintaining their logic from before death, stood on the deck and mocked loudly. Ning Zheng chuckled, "Tell me your hobbies."

These ember bubbles have been restricted in the brain by martial arts techniques, and the deep memories cannot be taken away.

But there are no restrictions on their daily hobbies and various habits.

These shadow crocodiles were aware of something, and a tall and mighty man, who was leading them, couldn't help but shout:

"A few months ago, I had a secret affair with my sister-in-law. When my brother came back, I put on my black cloak. But a vortex appeared out of nowhere and stole my breath-holding cloak. My brother found out, so I had to team up with my sister-in-law to kill my brother and put the blame on..."

Everyone's eyes widened.

They remembered this man.

A true immortal who has reached great perfection, he is one of the direct disciples under the command of Immortal Lord Mingding!

He is the face of the Immortal Lord's sect. Who would have thought that he is so dirty behind the scenes?

Another tall and thin Ming Ding monk couldn't help but say: "My ancestor bullied me!"

These embers suddenly began to reveal their dirty habits and the bad things they had done.

Bully your brother and your sister-in-law.

Harming parents.

Destroy the ancestors and kill the sons.

These embers talked to each other and even fought each other, twisting into a ball, breaking the deck, and flying into the sky and fighting each other.

"It's you! It was you who attacked my husband! And you even showed me kindness!"

"So what? If it wasn't me, how could you be with me? You are not a good person yourself. Don't think I don't know that you are giving it to your husband behind his back."

The Mingding clan can be either male or female, but this is a bit too fancy.

On the deck of the immortal ship, the ashes maintained their logic from their lifetime and began to curse each other, revealing their ugly side.

In the center of the battlefield, countless monks were watching this scene in secret, all of them were shocked and horrified.

Some monks even lost their voices, as if something was suppressed deep in their throats and they were unable to utter a word for a while.

At this time, some historians had foresight and recorded this scene as an important battle in the history of the fairy world, but they did not expect to record such an explosive event.
Almost both the immortal world and the underworld were in a state of excitement.

"This is the Immortal Lord! This is the Immortal Lord's direct descendant!"

"What a joy! Hahaha! What a joy! The subordinates of this Ming Ding Immortal Venerable are all chicken-thieves and dog-thieves!"

"Master Xirong Manor is really protective of his people. When Jiumuqing was attacked, he immediately came down and counterattacked with the force of thunder. This is the true master of a faction!"

When the other monks saw this scene, they were no longer just horrified.

Watching these "brothers" scolding each other and exposing each other's shortcomings, each "self" is like a stage play, with shrews scolding on the street and talking about explosive secrets.
True self, false self.
Everyone felt inexplicably refreshed, feeling that they had done justice and were standing on the moral high ground to condemn the other party for making a fool of themselves, but they were also inexplicably horrified.

The Immortal Lord of Xirong Manor in front of him seemed calm and taciturn, but in fact he was cruel and vengeful.

Even if he can't kill you, he can still send you to your death from a distance!

Social death is also death.

Even if they have a platform to resurrect remotely.

But is it useful?

They are already "dead".

I can't go back if I have a home.

Even the Immortal Lord of the Underworld dared to accept them? The Underworld dared to accept them?
The underworld also needs face.

No matter how dirty things are behind the scenes, we must stand for justice!

Everyone knows that these self-righteous guys who came out to mock the Immortal Lord Mingding not only did not gain any benefits, but also could not survive in the underworld.

"Their lives are over."

On the battlefield, Immortal Mo Mei, one of the leaders who led the army to retreat, said quietly.

Dan Ding Zhenren and others who had gathered together to retreat did not refute, but fell into a long silence. They were all trembling with fear and dared not utter a word.

"Rubbish."

Ning Zheng glanced coldly at them who were fighting each other, then looked at the Immortal Master Mingding who had come to his senses.

"Why target Xirong?"

Ning Zheng spoke directly, "You wanted to trick me into coming here, and now that I'm here, you want to kill me?"

In the sky, the eyes of the Dark Cauldron Immortal Venerable were spitting fire. He looked at some of the losers who had acted on their own initiative and rushed to help her scold people and ended up making a fool of themselves. He looked at Ning Zheng and shouted:

"Give me back my treasure. This matter ends here. The war between our two worlds of immortals and the underworld is not something that any immortal can interfere with."

"Any immortal being here will be crushed. Leave this battlefield and don't come back."

"If you resist, you don't know what you're going to fight."

Ning Zheng ignored her and smiled faintly, "I think your request can be higher, for example, you want me to return this to you."

Ning Zheng pointed.

The Shadow Crocodile bubbles of the Nether Cauldron Immortal Lord on his body were peeled off from his own Shadow Crocodile Demon God again.

The ashes of the Dark Cauldron Immortal Venerable walked out and looked at Ning Zheng with the same anger:
"Give me back my treasure, or you have no idea what you're about to fight."

The Immortal Master Mingding felt like there was something stuck in his throat.

"You are indeed the same person. You speak the same way."

Ning Zheng glanced at the completely enraged Ming Ding Immortal Venerable.

"Guess how much this avatar of the law knows about you? Can I also ask him to tell me about your hobbies and daily habits?"

“So, I need compensation.”

Ning Zheng gently played with this stolen treasure from the Immortal Lord. Her voice was faint and her tone was calm, without any ripples.

(End of this chapter)