Chapter 558： Fearful Xianyang Wusheng (1/2)
”what is this!?”
Xianyang Wusheng looked over very vigilantly.
Yaochi Yiran and the others also looked over in surprise.
I saw that black shadow instantly condensed into a human form, and it was like Su Lang!
”...”
Including Xianyang Wusheng, everyone's expressions are gradually sluggish
——Crazy on the tree and fruit, you and me under the tree!
”This Nima, what happened?”
”How could a second Su Lang suddenly appear?”
Everyone's thinking is stagnant and their brains are blank.
”Could it be that this is a clone!?”
Xianyang Wusheng finally reacted.
He is also a well-informed person, and he has practiced the method of clone himself.
It was just because there were so many strange things that he encountered today, which made his thinking a little bit sluggish, and some could not react.
However, Xianyang Wusheng soon discovered something was wrong.
”No! Why is this clone also in the realm of Emperor Wu?”
”Furthermore, his true combat power is probably in the realm of Martial God!”
”Hi! Could it be that the one I took the house is also a clone!?”
”In other words, these avatars are hiding behind the scenes, controlling everything!!”
”No wonder, no wonder this body does not have any qualifications for cultivation, no wonder there is only one day of memory! This clone is just a powerful creature!”
”I set up a round of rebirth, but instead stepped on someone else's round!”
Xianyang Wusheng's hair was horrified, his pupils trembled, and the whole person fell into fear.
He wants to escape!
But I always feel that there is a mysterious existence that is hooking the corners of his mouth, watching this good show casually.
All his actions are under the eyes of others.
No matter what he does, he can hardly escape the palm of that mysterious existence!
That mysterious existence, even the clone created at hand, has the combat power of a high-level Valkyrie.
So how powerful he himself should be! ?
Fear is growing, despair is spreading!
at this time.
The avatar of Su Lang in front of Xianyang Wusheng was slightly stagnant and exchanged positions with Su Lang's deity.
”You are scared.”
Seeing Xianyang Martial Saint whose pupils diminished like needles in front of him and was trembling constantly, Su Lang smiled faintly.
The reason why he didn't replace him immediately was because he wanted to test the reaction of Xianyang Wusheng with his clone.
Xianyang Wusheng dared not do anything for a long time, and showed fear, Su Lang replaced it.
”who are you!?”