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Chapter 472 Master of Counterfeiting (Subscribe)

In mid-air, a large black skeleton stood in the air, with a terrifying aura, and a unique coercion emanated from this terrifying skeleton, making the space hazy and faintly dark.

Everyone in all directions was shocked and horrified.

What kind of monster is this?

Just now, everyone bombarded him together, even using the divine weapons and the underworld weapons, hitting him with clangs, but there was no damage at all.

More importantly, there was obviously an unspeakable coercion on the skeleton, which made their souls uncomfortable.

[Pojun Xingjun] Standing in mid-air with a large body, he glanced at everyone with his spiritual sense, sneered, and left the place with a flash of his body.

Since he can deter everyone, he will accept it as soon as he sees it.

Otherwise, if everyone swarms up again, it will be extremely difficult for him to get out of trouble. Although this avatar is extremely tough and is not afraid of most attacks, none of the people present is weak. , it will be more troublesome.

brush!

With a flash of black light, [Pojun Xingjun] had disappeared into the distance.

Everyone's expressions changed, they didn't dare to pursue, they suddenly looked in other directions, and rushed over in an instant.

A total of five tokens rushed out, even if one was taken away by the black skeleton demon, there would still be four.

Therefore, they don't need to chase down a terrifying skeleton demon who doesn't know the depth.

The handsome man in white had numb palms, trembling slightly, and his face was livid.

His right palm was numb from the shock of the sword hilt, but his left palm was more serious than his right palm.

Because the left palm forcibly collided with the bone palm of [Broken Army Xingjun], the whole left palm was dripping with blood, and the bones inside were all broken.

Seeing that the other strong men had already rushed out, he shouted angrily, ignoring his injuries, swung the divine sword, and followed closely to kill them.

And at this time.

The blood-robed patriarch's body was like lightning, with a layer of terrifying blood, rushing quickly from the poisonous miasma in the distance.

The cultivation base in the middle stage of the heavenly level burst out, almost like a vast ocean swept past.

"Bring it!"

Drink loudly.

The body of the blood-robed patriarch rushed over in an instant, shaking everyone away, and grabbed a black token in mid-air.

The black token has changed hands many times, and the people who got the token before were all blown away by everyone, so the token is still flying in the air.

"It's the blood-robed patriarch!"

"Stop him!"

People from all directions were shouting angrily.

Suddenly, four or five scary figures sprang out, each wielding the divine weapon and the underworld weapon, and killed the blood-robed patriarch.

The blood-robed patriarch roared, "The sea of ​​blood is boundless!"

boom!

Endless blood light erupted from behind him, sweeping towards the surroundings.

But those four or five figures are not weak, they are all between the Dzogchen on the earth level and the heavenly level, and with the divine weapon and the underworld weapon in their hands, they are enough to display a combat power comparable to the heavenly level.

bang bang bang!

The roar here was deafening, and even more tragic battles broke out in an instant.

And when they are fighting fiercely here, the same is true for the other three directions, with heaven-level figures appearing in all of them, and the battle together is earth-shattering.

After Qi Yun rushed to the distance, he glanced with his spiritual sense, only to find that there were heaven-level powerhouses appearing everywhere, killing them horribly.

Suddenly, he frowned, showing surprise.

A white chair floats back and forth among the grass in the low sky.

All the dead people have streaks of scarlet blood rushing out of the corpse and gathering towards that chair.

This chair is extremely fast, wherever there are dead people, it will arrive almost instantly.

Qi Yun was startled.

There is no one in the bones!

This is [The Revenant] and the boneless seat he mentioned.

This thing came out too?

His body flew by in an instant, and followed the white chair.

The body of the white chair was indistinct, roaring among the grass, almost no one noticed it.

If it wasn't for Qi Yun's spiritual consciousness, he would never have found the slightest trace of this chair.

As the battle intensified in all directions, two more tokens were suddenly taken away, and one token flew into a bush, and disappeared as if it had evaporated.

There is only one token left in the air for everyone to snatch.

The white chair continued to absorb a lot of blood energy, and seeing that the last token seemed to be taken away by someone, its body was hazy, and it flew directly into the distance.

Qi Yun followed in an instant.

After half an hour.

He frowned, and came to a desolate supply station. The entire supply station seemed to have been abandoned for decades. It was dilapidated in all directions, with broken walls and weeds everywhere.

After the boneless seat arrived here, it disappeared directly.

Qi Yun thought for a while, became vigilant, and resolutely stepped back and left.

After he disappeared, there was a hazy white light in the midair, and the weird chair reappeared, and there was a faint mental wave.

"The Dark Lord? He's resurrected too? Didn't he die long ago? It seems that the world is going to become more and more chaotic..."

Its body was hazy again and disappeared.

far away.

Qi Yun still swept towards the rear with his divine sense.

Soon, with a condensed heart, I found the trace of the boneless seat again.

But after this thing was revealed for a while, it disappeared again.

His heart was tumbling.

This thing really found him.

But the other party didn't make a move?

Qi Yun took a light breath and left quickly.

He has seen three of the four most mysterious existences now, except for the man who crosses the sea of ​​bitterness.

I don't know if this chair is aimed at the god dojo?

…

The competition for the black jade pendant did not last long.

After several hours, all the battles had stopped.

Except for one jade pendant that flew into the grass and disappeared, all the other jade pendants were taken away with peerless force.

now.

In Black Blood City.

Pojun Xingjun and the blood-robed patriarch had all returned and appeared in Qi Yun's room.

The two each took a black token.

"Blood Robe, you said earlier that this is the key to the Dojo of the Gods? What do you mean? Do you need these black tokens to open the Dojo of the Gods?"

Qi Yun took the two tokens, looked at them carefully, and asked.

"Yes, my lord, if the old man hadn't guessed wrongly, this god dojo can only be opened after collecting all five treasure keys. Only one treasure key is far from being able to open it!"

The blood-robed patriarch said.

He is well-informed and has seen many records of the opening of the gods' dojo in various ancient books. The gods' dojo is the place of opportunity left by the gods in the age of the gods.

Some people want to leave it to future generations to test future generations, and some people simply use it to store treasures for their own future. In case they are plotted against in the future and die unexpectedly, after becoming a shrine, they can still borrow the help of gods All kinds of backhands arranged in the dojo can return to the peak.

Therefore, there are extremely powerful restrictions in this god dojo.

If you don't collect all the treasure keys, you can't get in at all.

Now five black tokens are flying out of the ground, which means that there are five levels in the god dojo, and you must use five tokens to open them one by one.

Listening to the blood-robed patriarch's explanation, Qi Yun nodded again and again, and said, "Since these black tokens flew out between the White Bone City and the Black Blood City, does that mean that the Spirit Dojo will also appear there?"

"good!"

The blood-robed patriarch nodded and said: "However, there is a time limit for the opening of the god dojo. Once it appears, if no one can open it within a day, the dojo will disappear into the void again, and even if someone can open it, the dojo will not be opened." It doesn't exist for a long time, it can only last for ten days at most, and it will disappear into the void after ten days."

Qi Yun fully understood, and looked at the token in his hand again, and a thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

I don't know if it is possible to copy this thing with the pot of copying?

Even if you can't copy it completely, it's not bad to copy only one shape.

Take it out for auction, and you can definitely swindle countless properties.

Qi Yun nodded secretly and decided to give it a try.

He had been fiddling in the holy soil space for a long time before, but he hadn't come up with anything that could be handed out.

"Since these tokens have already flown out of the ground, isn't it not long before this god dojo?"

Qi Yun asked.

"This is not clear, it should be so."

The blood-robed patriarch said.

"Okay, you've worked hard, go down and rest first!"

Qi Yun said.

The blood-robed patriarch bowed and bowed again, leaving this place.

Qi Yun also sent out the avatar of Pojun Xingjun to guard the medicine field.

He turned around and entered the holy soil space, and with a wave of his palm, brought the pot of replication over.

The only shortcoming of this basin of duplication is that it is too limited.

The prefecture-level Dzogchen will do.

And in the early stage of my Golden Core, I could only use it twice a day.

But now that I have entered the middle and late stages of Golden Core, maybe I can use it a few more times.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Qi Yun threw both tokens into it, urging the basin of duplication.

hum!

Bursts of light flickered, and the energy in the body was quickly extracted.

In a blink of an eye, it was back to normal.

Qi Yun felt that 10 to 20% of the energy in his body was faintly taken away.

He poured out the contents of the basin of replication.

Bang bang bang!

The black tokens with all four sides fell to the ground, and the two were exactly the same.

Qi Yun's eyes flashed, and he picked up all the tokens on the ground.

Can it really be copied?

He observed carefully and explored with his divine sense.

The subtle differences are quickly discovered.

Qi Yun frowned slightly.

It's the same as I guessed.

It only has its shape, not its spirit!

There are mysterious and obscure restrictions inside the real token, but the copied token is just a token without any restrictions inside.

But this point, most people can't find it at all.

Qi Yun discovered this subtle difference by using his spiritual consciousness to scan carefully. Others do not have spiritual consciousness, so it may be extremely difficult to discover this, unless it is an extremely powerful spiritual awakened person.

Besides, the premise of all this is that the person has to see the real token before he knows where his fake token is.

If you haven't even seen the real one, then the fake one will come true.

"The false is true when it is true, and the true is false when it is false."

Qi Yun's eyes flickered, and he threw the four tokens into the duplication pot again, and started duplication.

hum!

Bursts of mysterious light radiated out, and soon stopped again.

Token poured out.

Already full eight sides.

With a smile on his face, Qi Yun threw the eight-faced token into the replication pot again, and continued to replicate through energy.