Douluo: The Road to Invincibility Begins with Bibi Dong

Chapter 195 Not bad, your magical skill is pretty good
Above the clouds, the surface of a giant mirror a thousand feet in size flashed, and Li Ling's figure slowly walked out of the mirror.

With a smile on his face, he glanced at the fragments and blood wrapped in the transparent fluid and exclaimed: "Not bad, your magical skill is quite good."

"You were able to cut off the connection between me and those fragments and blood. Even if those undead creatures met you, I'm afraid you would kill them easily."

Yang Fan's magical skill was quite beyond Li Ling's expectations.

He originally thought that Yang Fan's magical skill could at most dismember him.

I didn't expect that this magical skill actually has a sealing attribute.

Those fragments and blood wrapped in transparent fluid have completely severed their connection with Li Ling.

Fortunately, Li Ling’s soul skill is not a soul skill that can bring people back to life.

As long as this space is not broken, those thousand-foot giant mirrors will not be destroyed.

The only way to break through this space is to shatter his Qingluan martial soul.

There is a being that can shatter his Qingluan martial soul.

But Li Ling did not think that such a thing would appear in the fantasy sewer world of Douluo.

"How is this possible? What kind of soul skill is this?"

Yang Fan muttered to himself, looking at Li Ling who appeared again in disbelief, and glanced at the fragments and blood wrapped in transparent fluid.

At this moment, he no longer had the composure he had just now.

Until now, he still couldn't figure out what kind of method Li Ling was using.

The first magical skill proved that Li Ling was not an illusion, but a real living being.

The second magical skill allowed him to also feel that the fragments sealed by the transparent fluid were also real living beings.

Could it be a clone?
So how many copies can this soul skill of his create?
The opponent is just an ant with a soul power level of only 97. How could he be so difficult to deal with?

Yang Fan's face was gloomy, he clenched his fists, and the golden soul ring under his feet flashed again.

"Copy, huh? I want to see how many copies you can make."

Yang Fan's voice was icy cold, and he raised his hand and pointed.

"Divine skill, Inquisition Limb."

As his words fell, the body that Li Ling had just walked out of the mirror was torn into pieces again by an invisible force.

The bodies and blood that were torn into pieces were, without exception, once again wrapped in the transparent fluid.

However, the next second, another figure of Li Ling walked out from a thousand-foot-long mirror in the clouds with a smile on his face.

Without waiting for Li Ling to speak, Yang Fan used his magic skill again to tear Li Ling's body into pieces.
It was unknown how much time had passed, and Yang Fan had torn into pieces countless bodies of Li Ling.

But every time he tore one into pieces, an intact Li Ling would walk out of the thousand-foot-long mirror again, as if there was an endless supply.

In the space, there were countless sealed fragments and countless drops of blood wrapped in transparent fluid floating.

When another intact Li Ling slowly walked out of the thousand-foot giant mirror, Yang Fan finally stopped.

Li Ling smiled and looked at him curiously: "What, you don't want to continue?" Yang Fan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he set his gaze on the thousand-foot-high mirror above the clouds.

Through observations during this period, we have found that although there are many mirrors in the clouds, their shapes, colors, patterns engraved on the frames, and the scenes reflected in the mirrors are all different.

The mirror that kept reflecting Li Ling's figure was a mirror with a dark gray frame and a constantly rotating gray vortex on the mirror surface.

He tore into pieces hundreds of Li Ling's bodies, and every time Li Ling walked out of the mirror.

From this we can see that only that mirror has the function of replicating Li Ling's body.

If you destroy that mirror
The golden soul ring under Yang Fan's feet shone brightly. Above the sky, fiery red clouds rolled and surged, as if awakened by some mysterious power, gradually gathering into a huge vortex.

"Divine skill, Skyfire Meteorite."

In the slowly rotating vortex in the sky, a huge meteorite slowly emerged from the vortex.

It was burning with scorching flames all over, like a star falling from the sky, falling towards the thousand-foot giant mirror with the momentum of destroying the world.

White flames burned fiercely on the surface of the meteorite, releasing heart-pounding high temperatures. Wherever it passed, the surrounding air was distorted and deformed.

Li Ling stared at the huge meteorite falling from the sky, which looked like a star. His expression remained unchanged and he always had a faint smile on his face.

"Although I don't think the meteorite you summoned can break my mirror, if it really falls, the earth-shattering sound will probably give me a headache."

He raised his hand and pointed at a mirror, which was a thousand-foot-long blue and white mirror reflecting the vast ocean.

"Sea and Sky Mirror, Blue Waves Distant."

A flash of light appeared on the blue and white giant mirror, and the falling meteorite in the sky disappeared instantly.

At the same time, a huge meteorite appeared out of thin air in the sky above the vast ocean reflected by the blue and white giant mirror.

Looking closely at the falling meteorite in the mirror, there was a blazing white flame burning on it. It was the one that Yang Fan had just summoned.

As the huge meteorite in the mirror fell into the vast ocean, the originally calm sea surface began to surge, with turbulent waves and rolling waves.

On the sea, white flames and blue sea water are intertwined, and the rising mist forms a spectacular picture.

Yang Fan widened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

He had never seen such a magical soul skill, or rather a divine skill.

It is just a soul skill, but it not only has an independent space, but can also infinitely replicate the caster's body.

Judging from this blue and white mirror, any mirror in this space seems to be an independent space.

Not to mention the soul skills used by a level 97 ant in the lower realm, even the divine skills of the gods in the divine realm are not so outrageous.

A deep feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart. Yang Fan had never thought that he, a level 110 priest, would be helpless against a lower realm ant whose soul power level was only level 97.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the shock in his heart, and put aside the condescending attitude of a god. His expression gradually relaxed, and he tried hard to force a smile.

"Your Excellency has a good plan. I did not come to the lower world for you. There is no hatred between you and me in the past or today, so there is no need to fight you to the death."

"How about we just call it a day?"

(End of this chapter)