Chapter 661: Myself? I'm so Scared

For a moment, there was a surge of energy, and Masrong was the first to notice that something was wrong.

‘Oops, he’s going to blow himself up, what should I do? ’

Think about it for a while.

In order to get Ponzi's secret, he risked his life.

Directly use all your strength to explode the strength of the devil.

"Hmph, if you want to blow yourself up, have you asked me if you've ever asked me?"

All the demon lords were stunned.

Isn't the Demon God aloof?

Why is this guy pretending to be a demon lord and hiding among them?

When the black robe saw an old acquaintance, he ignored him and focused on stimulating the energy in his body.

He has now lost control of the black mist and the raven, and the flames of the black mist have become unstable.

Masrong flickered in front of the black robe without any effort.

"Don't even think about blowing yourself up."

The black robe watched helplessly as Masrong's big hand came over him, and he himself couldn't move at all.

"Too bad, the final damage can't be unleashed, this cunning guy."

Black Robe closed his eyes.

He is not desperate.

It's not that he thought Ponzi would come to save him, but that he was already a clone, and it would be no pity to die.

What supports his actions is nothing but life energy.

This is the horror of a doppelgänger like Ponzi.

As long as he works hard and the clone he creates has very rich life energy, he can continue to practice and grow like a real person. Although it is unlikely to surpass the original body, it can keep the clone alive for a very long time.

It's like the boundary core separates Pounds.

Although this metaphor is inappropriate, it is very similar.

The world core is a core created by Ponzi by condensing all his energy and spirit, combining it with secret techniques, and integrating it with the dark planet's devouring material fragments.

In the subsequent practice process, Ponzi transferred all his cores to the boundary core.

Let your physical body become the body, and then the world core will support the physical body.

When the physical body gradually became able to move freely, and could even practice independently again, he became the Ponzi he is now.

The relationship between Ponzi and Jiehe is that both can practice, but the essence of their practice is only one, and that is Jiehe.

It's just that Ponzi's physical body is the embodiment of his fighting power. If you don't consider that this physical body was born from the mother's womb, it is just a more powerful clone.

The physical body has strong fighting power, but it is just the transmission and support of the world core.

The clone separated from Ponzi's physical body is a life form with semi-autonomous consciousness formed by combining life energy.

The difference from Ponzi's physical body is that the clone's cultivation can only cultivate itself and cannot cultivate the world core;

Skills are also the skills that Ponzi instilled in him at the beginning. The clone will only know those skills unless he learns new skills again.

Masrong saw Hei Pao closing his eyes, thinking that he was in despair, and felt overjoyed.

He always thought that the black robe was Ponzi, so he naturally believed that he would win this time.

"Great, all his secrets are mine."

He didn't believe that after falling into his hands, there were still secrets that he couldn't find out.

A palm pressed directly on the top of the black robe, causing the violent energy in his body to be released through his arms.

The other free hand did not stop at all, and the energy in the black robe was stimulated by him, bombarding the stunned crowd.

It killed and injured a large number of people in an instant.

"Asshole, you bastard."

Someone just cursed in anger, and the people around him instantly dragged his seriously injured body away from him.

He cursed a demon.

Do you want to save your life, or do you want to save your life?

Sure enough, with one move from Masrong, the seriously injured Demon Lord didn't even move his position and died on the spot.

With a proud smile, Masrong looked down at the black robe.

"Ponzi, we haven't seen each other for a long time, maybe a few decades."

The black robe looked at him coldly.

"What qualifications do you have for a piece of trash like you to show off in front of us?"

"Hmph, you are just a king and a loser. No matter how strong you are, you will be defeated in my hands in the end?"

"Don't worry. When I come back to the demon world, you will know how powerful I am. You will definitely die."

Masrong laughed wildly.

"Really? Then let your true self come. I'm so scared."

"You won't be proud for long. Believe me, you will be worse off than me."

Masrong looked at the calm-looking black robe and was filled with anger.

"Hmph, then I'll let you suffer a little bit first."

Use your palms to exert force.

Masrong's face turned pale.

Lost God exclaimed.