Because I'm Afraid Of Pain, I Put All My Defenses On

Chapter 1389: DoppelgäNger

Time goes by, and the end of the year is getting colder.

Time flies in the Zhongyuan Realm, and the monks are actively restoring their homes.

In the territory of the Buddha Kingdom, deep underground.

A series of human figures broke through the ground and looked at each other. There were a total of 250 people. If someone was here, their jaws would drop immediately. There was no other reason. The 250 people in front of them looked exactly the same, and they were all that The appearance of Li Xiaobai, a war god.

"The main body is dead, what should I say?"

Paratrooper No. 1 Li Xiaobai asked casually with a Huazi in his mouth.

"It's time to die, but I didn't expect him to be able to fight to death a fairy god, wait for him to stand up."

Li Xiaohei said lightly.

"The power of faith is too weak. I don't know if we have to wait until the year of the monkey. We lose our body and it will be difficult for our cultivation base to survive. We should create some momentum!"

After a brief discussion among the many avatars, they quickly made up their minds.

Paratrooper No. 1 Li Xiaobai was left behind, and the rest of the clones drilled back into the soil.

"This is also part of the plan. Let's create momentum. Without our momentum, I'm afraid it will be difficult to accumulate enough power of faith!"

Paratrooper No. 1 Li Xiaobai muttered to himself.

One year has passed since the battle between immortals and gods.

Somewhere in a barren land, a figure looked up to the sky and shouted, "Li Xiaobai, No. 1 Paratrooper of the Wicked Gang, please go to war!"

The roar resounded through the sky, and this avatar turned into a fairy light and swooped up with the scorching aura, directly submerged on the ladder full of strange gray aura, and then shattered into pieces, vanishing into thin air!

This is a warning from the avatars to Zhongyuanjie. Time will make people forget many things. They need the power of faith for Li Xiaobai from all living beings. For this reason, they need to constantly remind the world of their existence.

Fight against the sky with a clone to remind the living beings not to forget the merits of Li Xiaobai.

the second year!

At the same location, at the same time, at the same location, another familiar roar came.

"The wicked help Li Xiaohei to ask to fight!"

The third year!

"It's not Li Xiaobai that the villain helped me, please fight!"

fourth year……

fifth year……

In the Buddhist kingdom of the Zhongyuan Realm, every year on the same day and time of the same month, there will be a clone who looks exactly like Li Xiaobai walking against the sky, alone in the sky, announcing their existence to the world.

The creatures gradually became familiar with their existence, and even some monks would squat down from time to time, just to witness the situation of the avatars soaring upwards.

In the second hundred years.

Several young people walked together, squatting in the Buddhist kingdom early, guarding the clone to appear.

There are many monks gathered around. At this time of year, a clone of Li Xiaobai can be seen soaring into the sky. Some people say that this is the incarnation of Li Xiaobai before his death, while others say that this is Li Xiaobai's body after death. Some people say that these are the results of Li Xiaobai's remnants, because he is unwilling, even if the body dies and the dao disappears, it is still there.

The most outrageous thing is that some people say that there are obsessives imitating Li Xiaobai, deliberately changing their appearance to be exactly the same as Li Xiaobai, and then let all beings remember them in this self-destructive way.

"Tap Tat Tat!"

The sound of footsteps came, and the field was very quiet. Everyone held their breath involuntarily and waited quietly for the arrival of the Lord. They couldn't count how many clones this was. They only knew that there would be a clone every year. After coming out, it has become a must-see sight for monks. They firmly believe that they will be able to comprehend more advanced exercises from these avatars.

A monk in gray robes came slowly, strolled in the courtyard, and walked directly to the bottom of the gray stairs, as if he had never seen the crowd around him.

"Senior, stop!"

When the young people behind saw the monk who appeared suddenly, their eyes lit up, and they immediately stepped forward to block the way.

"What is it?"

The grey-clothed monk said lightly.

"The people I'm waiting for are all from the Demon Sealing Sect. I heard that senior has a deep knowledge of the Demon Sealing Sword, so I came here specially to ask for advice, to confirm what I have learned in my heart!"

The leading young man said in a stately manner, neither humble nor overbearing.

"He is a rising star of the Fengmo Sect in recent years!"

"Feng Baichuan, known as Xiaodao Boy!"

"He came here not far away to challenge Senior Li's avatar!"

Some monks around recognized the identities of these young people, and couldn't help but gasp.

"Want to fight me? Let the weakest of you come out and fight me!"

The young man in gray clad his hands behind his back and asked in a neutral tone.

As soon as the mouth came out, everyone was surprised. Many people scratched their ears. After many years, this was the first person who dared to challenge Li Xiaobai's avatar. ears.

The weakest come out and fight him?

Isn't it normal for the strongest to fight?

Did this senior play his cards so unreasonably?

"Senior, what did you just say?"

The young man who was the leader was a little taken aback.

"I said, let the weakest of you come out and fight me! Is there a problem?"

This gray-clothed avatar looked indifferent, as if it should be taken for granted, he himself only had one-tenth of Li Xiaobai's cultivation level, Li Xiaobai was a holy realm, and he was a semi-holy one, so naturally he had to pick soft persimmons.

"Uh...no problem..."

Several people looked at each other and pushed out a young monk with an ordinary appearance. This young man seemed a little embarrassed.

The gray clone glanced slightly, sensing the weak breath in the opponent's body, nodded in satisfaction, unsheathed a long sword in his hand, and slashed down with force. In an instant, with him as the center of the circle, all the monks in the area in front of him without exception were on their knees. Once soft, he knelt down on the ground.

Several young people looked confused, they felt that their cultivation had been completely suppressed, not only them, everyone in the field showed a look of horror.

"One sword fixes the body, the evil sword, this is Senior Li's famous swordsmanship!"

"It's really exactly the same as the rumors. Not only has the body lost control, but even the cultivation in the body has been suppressed and difficult to mobilize!"

"Look, it's not just us, those semi-holy powerhouses have also been suppressed. The power of this sword is so terrifying!"

The monks around showed surprise, although they were suppressed by others, but they didn't have the slightest fear in their hearts, some were just admiring, to experience Senior Li's swordsmanship for themselves, this life is worth it!

"what?"

"You don't even have a holy cultivation base?"

"Such a weak chicken?"

The gray-clothed clone scratched his head, he didn't expect that the strongest here was only a semi-holy cultivation.

If I knew it earlier, I should have pretended to be the strongest.

"Forget it."

"It's my turn, the villains help Li Dabai and ask to fight!"

With a long roar, the avatar shot towards the gray steps in the sky, and finally disappeared in the world...