Chapter 880

For Wen Zilong, the ninth-level extraordinary powerhouse is very difficult to deal with.

What he didn't know was that the ninth-order extraordinary powerhouse with the space attribute was even more difficult to deal with.

If it's just an ordinary ninth-level extraordinary powerhouse, he can use his many avatars to spread in all directions.

In this way, the speed of the opponent's pursuit cannot catch up with the speed of his clone at all, so he has nothing to worry about.

But now this ancestor of Buddhism is 20 kilometers per second, which is equivalent to nearly 67 times the speed of Wen Zilong.

In this way, no matter how fast Wen Zilong's clone escapes, he will catch up with him.

In just one hour, he had already chased down Wen Zilong's four clones and wiped out all four of Wen Zilong's clones.

After another hour, they caught up with Wen Zilong's three avatars.

In this way, within five hours, he killed seventeen clones of Wen Zilong.

And in these five hours, Wen Zilong only transformed into one clone.

The avatar disappeared at such a fast speed, which made Wen Zilong feel an unprecedented crisis.

He no longer cared about sitting on a four-winged swallowing seal, but flapped his wings and flew forward at full speed.

His goal is Hai Luo Cha Hai.

The Rakshahai Sea is very large, extending from not far from Yunzong to the south of the Dongli Empire.

Wen Zilong flew towards the southeast at the fastest speed.

However, he was a little worried, whether he could reach Luochahai before the old guy caught up.

After another two hours, Wen Zilong's avatar was almost sacrificed to the point where only one body remained.

And he is still the last 100 kilometers away from Luochahai.

He didn't want to die, and flew towards Luochahai.

After another five minutes, he finally arrived at the Rakshasa Coast.

At this time, all his clones were beheaded by the ancestor of the Kongmen.

Wen Zilong didn't dare to hesitate, and jumped directly on the four-winged swallowing seal.

The four-winged seal-swallowing seal and Wen Zilong had a tacit understanding, and plunged into the Raksha Sea.

About two minutes later, a figure appeared on the shore.

It is the ancestor of Buddhism.

He stared at a certain place in the sea, with a trace of teasing in his eyes: "Boy, this is your last clone, which is your main body."

As he spoke, his figure flashed and then disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already five kilometers below the sea surface.

When he appeared here, with a light wave of his right hand, the sea water receded directly to the surroundings, forming a small space where he could stand.

I have to say that the space attribute is awesome.

Regardless of the mountains of swords and seas of fire, he can open up a small space inside for him to stand.

At this time, he saw Wen Zilong riding a four-winged swallowing seal and continuing to flee towards the deep sea.

With a slight movement in his heart, he disappeared instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already stopped in front of Wen Zilong.

Wen Zilong finally stopped running away at this time.

Because he knew that his escape was futile.

Originally, I wanted to use the sea water and the tenth-level beast below to block this old guy.

Unexpectedly, this old guy is not afraid of sea water at all, and there is still a distance from the place where the tenth-order fierce beasts live.

Could it be that I am going to hang up now?

The old man looked at Wen Zilong, smiled slightly, and said, "Are you still running away?"

Wen Zilong sighed: "If I had known it would be useless, I wouldn't have run away."

In the eyes of the old man, his appreciation for Wen Zilong was undisguised: "You actually have such a strange skill as a clone. If we are not enemies, I will definitely take you as a disciple."

Wen Zilong gave a wry smile and said:

"There is no eternal enemy. So, why don't you accept me as your apprentice now?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Don't you think it's a bit late?"

Wen Zilong pretended to be stupid on purpose: "I don't think so."

The ancestor of the Buddhist sect said: "You killed so many disciples of our Buddhist sect, if I accept you as an apprentice again, wouldn't it be an outrage?"

Wen Zilong said: "As the patriarch of Buddhism, if you commit a crime, you will commit it. Who would dare to do anything to you?"

In fact, he knew that it was impossible to reconcile now.

The reason why he said so much nonsense was actually delaying time, and his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking of a way.

The ancestor of Buddhism didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him.

After all, it was not easy to meet a young man he liked and wanted to take him as a disciple, and it turned out like this.

But even though he was about to be killed, there was no problem in talking to him a few more words.

He said: "I'm curious, from whom did you learn your space skills like teleportation? You can achieve the effect of space attributes without using energy of space attributes, which really impresses the wild dragon."

Wen Zilong smiled slightly, and said: "Well, it's a long story. Back then, I found an underground palace under a desert. The size of this underground palace is beyond your imagination.

"The pressure is more than three hundred miles, and the sky is separated. The Lishan Mountain is built from the north and turns west, and goes straight to Xianyang. The two rivers melt and flow into the palace wall. Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion; Everyone embraces the terrain and fights each other. Pan Pan Yan, 囷囷 Yan..."

"...The mountains are towering and emerald, rising above the sky; the flying pavilion is flowing with pills, and there is no land below. Cranes, Fuzhu, and the lingering back of the poor island; Guidian Langong, the body of the hills and mountains..."

"...Holding the distant mountains, swallowing the Yangtze River, the vast steam, the endless horizon; the morning sun and the evening shade, the weather is myriad..."

"...Grandpa has no older son, and Mulan has no elder brother. I would like to be the market's pommel horse, and from then on I will be recruited for my grandfather..."

"...The maple leaves and the flowers are rustling in autumn. The master dismounts and the guest is in the boat, and he wants to drink without an orchestra..."

It was really embarrassing for Wen Zilong, who recited all the ancient prose learned in school without words or sentences.

At the same time, it was really embarrassing for that old guy to listen to every word very seriously.

Wen Zilong was a little speechless.

I wonder if this old guy is sick?

If I had encountered an enemy who was so verbose, I would have been slapped to death.

Fortunately, he heard me recite so many meaningless ancient prose.

But what made Wen Zilong feel miserable was that after memorizing so many ancient prose, he couldn't think of a way.

After all, facing such a powerful existence, in the current situation, there is really no way to think about it.

After Wen Zilong recited the last sentence "The difficulty of the road to Shu, it is difficult to go up to the blue sky, and look sideways to the west" and felt that he had no words.

These are all memorized when I was in school. It has been more than ten years now, how can I remember them so clearly.

Just when he was a little at a loss and was looking for something to say, the old man spoke first:

"keep going."

Wen Zilong scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "For now... that's all."

"Oh."

The old man said something.

With a hint of surprise in his eyes, he asked, "You wrote all these ancient style articles?"

"Nothing to do, just killing time."

Wen Zilong said without blushing, without heartbeat.

"Good literary talent, good literary talent. If you don't practice, you will definitely be a generation of literary masters."

Wen Zilong still didn't blush, his heart didn't beat, and he said brazenly:

"I agree with you."