From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

"cough!"

Mohaji staggered back seven or eight steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He stared at the fake Jiang Liu in disbelief and murmured, "Even the fake one is this powerful?"

At this moment, Mohaji realized that these people, including "Chen Long," did not have real flesh and blood, but were clones made of magical materials.

As a clone, and because of its magic, it would be more powerful than the original. However, after clashing with the fake Jiang Liu, Mohaji became certain of one thing.

The real Jiang Liu is definitely a hundred times stronger than this imposter!

Nothing more!

A clone can replicate everything about the original, except for mental consciousness.

But this clone possessed such powerful willpower that it could break through his control by simply shaking the Qi within its body, causing him such a severe backlash...

What profound level has its cultivation reached?

Could it be...?

Could it be that he has reached the realm of an immortal god?!

"Well done! Jiang Liu, Lu Jin, Duanmu Ying!"

Because Mohagi was injured, Barcelona was out of control. Seeing that the battle was over, he immediately guessed what had happened. He walked to the fake Jiang Liu, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed, "With you as my servants, I feel at ease."

The moment the words left his mouth, Barcelona suddenly felt dizzy and his blurred vision seemed to see his own body, only without a head, with blood constantly gushing from his neck.

pat!

Barcelona's head hit the ground, rolled once, and was stepped on by Lu Jin before he vaguely realized that his clone had betrayed him.

"Trying to make us your servants? That's a bit too naive, isn't it?"

The fake Lu Jin sneered, and with a little force, he crushed Basa Chang's head into a rotten watermelon, white brain matter and red blood splattering all over the ground along with the shattered skull.

The person who just chopped off Barcelona's head was the fake Duanmu Ying. She asked the fake Jiang Liu, "Did this guy's hand get on your shoulder?"

"Oh."

The fake Jiang Liu sneered, neither answering nor looking at the horrified Mohaji, but instead focusing his attention on Xiao Yu from the fake dragon group, saying, "Well disguised, little girl, you're not the Xiao Yu I know, are you?"

# Chapter 936 How can a fake compare to the real thing?

How did you figure that out?

Upon discovering her identity, Xiaoyu frowned slightly, puzzled.

On disguise.

She believed her plan was flawless.

"intuition."

Jiang Liu grinned, channeling his Qi throughout his body, reaching his toes. The moment he finished speaking, he leaned forward, gently pushing off, creating a thousand waves of energy that instantly appeared behind Xiao Yu. Holding a knife, he unleashed his power, flashing like silver light, drawing an arc that struck Xiao Yu's neck.

Swah——

A white streak flashed across the sky, and Xiaoyu leaned back, narrowly dodging the attack. In doing so, she somersaulted backward and her legs swung upward like springs ready to spring.

Seeing this, the fake Jiang Liu remained calm, slightly raising his chin so that it just missed the tip of the sneaker, and took a step back to avoid the attack.

"As an imposter, you're not bad at all."

Seeing the fake Jiang Liu strolling leisurely as if it were real, Xiao Yu became more serious. She took off the five-weapon box from her chest, flicked it with one hand, and grabbed a long halberd. It was integrated with her aura, and her momentum was like a rainbow, but it also subsided in an instant. However, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted because of her terrifying aura.

The fake Lu Jin and the fake Duanmu Ying came over and, together with the fake Jiang Liu, formed a three-person formation, surrounding Xiao Yu.

The members of the fake dragon team wanted to help, but they were controlled by Mohaji's mental power and stood frozen in place, as if they had become statues and could not move.

Thanks!

Xiao Yu said something, but her halberd didn't slow down. Seeing the fake Lu Jin and fake Duanmu Ying rushing over, she chuckled, took a step forward, bent her waist, and the halberd swept across the land. A cold light drew an arc and instantly slashed through the necks of the two men.

pat!

pat!

With two loud thuds, the heads of the fake Lu Jin and the fake Duanmu Ying rolled to the ground.

Although they were headless, the bodies of the two clones were still moving, and no blood was seeping from their necks. The two heads that had rolled to the ground were still talking.

Are your products made of silicone?

Seeing this, Xiaoyu was speechless for a moment, but she reacted quickly, turning her halberd into a spear. Her body and spine trembled slightly, and her Qi surged gently, unleashing a powerful force that reached her spear. A white light shot out from the air, instantly piercing through the fake Jiang Liu who had launched the sneak attack.

Then, the spear transformed into a halberd, trembling with the twisting of Xiaoyu's waist, like the rise and fall of a dragon and snake. With a gentle sway, it cut the fake Jiangliu in half.

How can a counterfeit compare to the real thing?

"With methods like this, you dare to call yourself Jiang Liu?"

Xiaoyu scoffed, but her gaze swept over the headless corpse of Basa Chang and the puddle of tofu pudding on the ground. The stench of blood still made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The remaining legion of mages were also terrified, but dared not step forward. They simply chanted incantations, mobilizing their internal energy to form clusters of blue and white energy balls between their palms.

In an instant, hundreds of energy balls rained down on Xiaoyu.

Faced with this "meteor shower," Xiaoyu chuckled, twirled her long spear, transforming it into a large bow. She took a step, straightened her back, gathered her qi, and drew the bow like a full moon, condensing her qi into arrows. The moment she released her grip, the qi arrows multiplied from one to ten, ten to a hundred, a hundred to a thousand, piercing through the magician's energy and blooming into dazzling fireworks in mid-air.

After destroying the energy sphere, the arrows remained condensed and continued to shoot towards the mages. Upon impact, they emitted a series of booming sounds, causing the mages to fall to the ground.

In a short while, the entire secret base was in complete disarray.

"Are you OK?"

After that, Xiaoyu turned her gaze away, walked over to Namohaji, and helped him up.

"fine."

Mohaji was shocked that Xiaoyu had dealt with the three clones so easily and possessed such powerful magic. He didn't ask any questions, but walked up to the three ascetics, pressed one hand to his temple, and placed the other hand on the severely injured part of the leftmost man's body.

Immediately, the man's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This process was repeated until all three ascetics had fully recovered.

Having followed Jiang Liu in his cultivation for three years, Xiao Yu was able to understand the principle behind this method: using one's own spiritual power to activate the injured person's spiritual power, thereby stimulating the body's own potential and causing cells to divide rapidly in order to repair the injury.

In this process, the energy consumption comes from the wounded themselves, while Mohaji only needs to use his own mental power to activate the other party's mental power, so the consumption is not large.

In addition, he also needs to maintain the flow of Qi in the wounded while they are in good health. Otherwise, rashly activating the body's potential to repair the injury could lead to misaligned bone healing and muscle deformities.

Afterwards, Mohaji treated the remaining disciples who were still alive, restoring them to their original state. However, since the recovery mainly consumed their own physical energy, they were all dizzy and malnourished after the recovery.

"Let's go eat."

At Mohaji's command, the ascetics and disciples immediately ran out of Basa Chang's secret base, eager to replenish their strength.

However, some people still stayed here.

"Thank you for your help, Xiaoyu."

After thanking Xiaoyu, Mohaji walked over to Basachang's body and sighed, "Poor fellow, he lost his life for that vague and illusory greed. He deserved it."

"At least Barcelona has already resolved this issue."

Picking up the palm-sized scripture, the slight unease on Xiaoyu's face disappeared. She said to Mohaji, "Zhumba is the real mastermind. Not only does he keep in touch with Barcelona, ​​but he also gave us a fake scripture. It seems he wants to use someone else to do his dirty work!"

For Djumba, their frequent clashes with Barcelona are advantageous regardless of who wins or loses.

So, without further ado, Mohaji left the secret base with Xiaoyu to find Jiang Liu.

As for the clones and magicians here—

Although the clones did not die, the fake Jiang Liu, fake Lu Jin, and fake Duanmu Ying were already mutilated. The members of the fake dragon team were also hit by Xiao Yu's barrage of arrows, and their limbs were broken. Although they could move, they could not leave and could not make any waves.

The magicians are either injured or crippled, and they are guarded by Mohaji's disciples. Afterwards, you can contact the relevant authorities...

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"Are we replicas really no match for the original?"

After Xiaoyu and Mohaji left, the fake Lu Jin's head asked the fake Jiang Liu, whose upper and lower body were separated.

"Whether you are more powerful than the original, I don't know, but after I was copied, I was born with a portion of his memories, which allowed me to control Qi and learn cultivation... My original must have been an extremely powerful being. If I could replace him—"

As an imposter, the fake Jiang Liu is stronger than others because he can mobilize the Qi flowing within the magical materials and control the Qi power based on it.

However, precisely because he lacks a physical body, his raw strength is fixed, with no potential for growth, and he can only compensate through skill.

No matter how skilled one is, it is useless in the face of Xiaoyu's profound life cultivation.

only--

Unwilling to accept defeat, he strained to mobilize the Qi within his magical body and said to the fake Lu Jin, the fake Duanmu Ying, and the members of the fake dragon group, "We are clones. Perhaps we shouldn't be fixated on our original identities, but should live out our true selves! So, help me!"

Without further hesitation, the fake Lu Jin, the fake Duanmu Ying, and the members of the fake dragon group melted their magically created bodies, merging and converging with the fake Jiang Liu's Qi, generating an extremely powerful suction force that devoured the blood and Qi of the severely injured mages.

In addition, it seems that an unseen force of worship is gathering within, altering its structure...

"No!"

"Help!"

The magicians were terrified, shouting and yelling, attracting the attention of Mohaji's disciples who were guarding outside. But even they, upon seeing the enormous white egg, were bewildered...

# Chapter 937 Unexpected Changes

On the ruins.

Jiang Liu, Lu Jin, and Duanmu Ying are working with the Tuoluo City officials who have come to the rescue, as well as some of the Mohaji disciples who came spontaneously, to rescue the residents trapped under the rubble.

The rescue operation was completed in less than half an hour, and all the injured had been sent to the hospital.

"Do you often manage to defeat Barcelona?"

Watching the ambulances drive away, Jiang Liu felt a pang of emotion. He turned to Xiao Yu, who had returned, and asked her a question, but also spared some attention for Mohaji.

Upon seeing Jiang Liu's eyes, which seemed to reflect the Milky Way, the latter unconsciously used his mind-reading ability. He felt his mind and consciousness enter another world, where he saw a twenty-four-story towering pagoda, radiating countless rays of light and auspicious energy.

Suddenly, the scene shifted to the sea, where an island appeared, covered with purple bamboo and babbling brooks. A woman in white sat gracefully on a five-colored lotus platform, her hair tied in a coiled dragon bun. She wore a plain silk robe, her eyebrows like crescent moons, her eyes like twin stars, her jade-like face radiating joy, and her lips a touch of red. She looked at Shiyin, and with just one glance, Mohaji's mind was purified, free from any distracting thoughts.