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

The sword light tore through the air, and the Blood Sea Sect disciples were unable to resist at all. In an instant, they turned into corpses and fell to the ground.

Lin Shen didn't even look at the corpse on the ground. He turned to look at the basin in the distance that was filled with gray fog.

The others subconsciously looked over as well. They didn't feel relieved because they had eliminated a group of Blood Sea Sect disciples. Instead, their expressions became even more solemn.

That was because they knew that the next challenge would be the most dangerous battle.

"Everyone, if that Blood Sea Sect cultivator master comes out of the Nether Capital Corpse Smoke Array later, we'll split up and escape!" Lin Shen suddenly said.

The few upper house disciples immediately understood what he meant and nodded.

"We'll do as Junior Brother Lin says!"

All the Trump Cards (2)