Lemon Slices

Crossing over to an independent urban world where martial arts and immortal law coexisted, the only thing Lin Shen could rely on was his clone's golden finger.
"Clone cultivation, the host becomes stronger."
"Clone [Pure Flame Body]: Flame attribute techniques cultivation speed +300%, Blazing Flame Palm, Melting Hand, Pure Flame Sword Skill... Any flame attribute techniques at your service. You can become a master in a day!"
"Clone [Natural Daoist Body]: cultivation speed +500%. All martial arts techniques can be understood at first glance, and will be integrated, crushing all geniuses!"
"Clone [Non-self Sword God]: Sword art technique power +200%, sword art technique cultivation speed +200%. No matter how strong you are, I will cut you down with one strike!"
...
"You never know how many clones are trying to cultivate behind the person you are talking to in front of you!"
"What does it have to do with me if my clone did it?"
"Don't try to outnumber me cuz you can't!"

I Have Countless Clones

"Be careful!" Xie Jingsheng did not say anything else. He reminded his companions and continued to attack the other enemies.

He glanced at the situation around him from the corner of his eye, and his heart sank.

The Blood Sea Sect had far more people than them. Moreover, all of them were at the Bright Aperture Stage and were very powerful. If they hadn't run into Peng Junqin and the others, they would have been surrounded and killed by their enemies.

Even so, the current situation was far from good.

They had never thought that there would be people from the Blood Sea Sect in the spirit cave. Their usual defense training was against demons, so they were easily ambushed by the Blood Sea Sect and caught off guard.

Of the ten disciples who came with Xie Jingsheng, three had already died in battle, and another three had been scattered in the battle. He didn't know if they were dead or alive.

Blood Threadworm (2)