Fantasy, I suddenly understood the Chaotic Body

Xiao Yun looked at the sacrificial spirit clone opposite him with a strange expression. He didn't know how to describe this sacrificial spirit clone.

This sacrificial spirit clone is now just like his original body; it can think and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's another person altogether.

However, because their spiritual power originates from the same source and they only have one soul, their inner thoughts and the questions they ponder are actually the same.

This is similar to playing a game where one person controls two alternate accounts. Although they are performing different actions, it is still the same person.

"Interesting. I'm really looking forward to seeing how powerful my sacrificial spirit clone will become after absorbing that half-step chaotic body," Xiao Yun thought to himself.

He felt that his self-sacrificing spirit was extremely powerful and had enormous growth potential, far surpassing the true spirits of divine beasts.

After all, a divine beast is a divine beast. Even if humans refine the true spirit of a divine beast, they cannot truly unleash its power.

However, self-sacrifice is different, because self-sacrifice is another version of oneself, which can fully unleash its power.

"External things are always external things; only oneself is the foundation!" Xiao Yun's eyes revealed confidence. He became more and more certain that the path he was on was the true road to heaven.

He will definitely become stronger in the future.

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Led by an elder of the Ancient Holy Land, Xiao Yun and his group arrived at the square of the Ancient Holy Land.

The square was originally open, but today it is shrouded by a huge array, making it impossible to see what is inside.

When Xiao Yun and his group entered, the square was already packed with people, surrounded by cultivators from the Ancient Holy Land, and many high-ranking members of the Ancient Holy Land were on the high platform.

"Elder Emperor Tian, ​​Holy Son, this way please!" The elder of the Ancient Holy Land who accompanied Xiao Yun and the others led Emperor Tian and Zhao Wuji to the high platform to take their seats.

Di Tian nodded, then transmitted his voice to Xiao Yun: "Disciple, something is strange. The Ancient Holy Land has not allowed other cultivators to come in and watch the battle. They probably plan to send out a Saint if they can't hold on. You should prepare in advance."

"Hmm!" Xiao Yun nodded, then watched Di Tian and Zhao Wuji walk towards the high platform, while he himself walked to the center of the square.

This challenge was spread throughout the Holy City by the people of the Ancient Holy Land themselves, but now other cultivators in the Holy City are not allowed to watch the battle. The trickery involved is obvious even to a fool.

Clearly, the Ancient Holy Land had already planned to send a saint to defeat Xiao Yun should the situation turn against them.

Therefore, they do not allow other cultivators to watch the battle. After all, if a saint were to participate, it would not be honorable even if they won, and they certainly would not allow other cultivators to spread the word.

Xiao Yun didn't care. So what if you're a saint? As long as you're at the same level, he'll still beat you until you cry for your parents.

Thinking this, Xiao Yun's long hair moved without wind, and a powerful fighting spirit soared into the sky. His gaze was sharp and his eyes were intense as he swept his gaze over the many disciples of the Ancient Holy Land present, and he said loudly, "I am Xiao Yun. Who dares to fight me?"

His words were brief, but powerful, and his loud voice resounded throughout the square.

All eyes were already focused on Xiao Yun, and some disciples from the Ancient Holy Land showed angry looks upon hearing this.

After all, Xiao Yun was too arrogant. He dared to be so arrogant on their own turf. Did he think that no one in their Ancient Holy Land was capable of anything?

Suddenly, a long rainbow shot out from the crowd, tearing through the void and arriving in front of Xiao Yun in an instant, revealing a tall and slender figure.

"boom!"

The newcomer held a golden dragon spear, which he casually swung, producing a piercing sonic boom that exuded an imposing aura.

Xiao Yun sized up the young man opposite him. He was a young man wearing armor with an extraordinary temperament. His eyes were sharp and full of powerful fighting spirit, like a war god descending to earth.

This person's strength is definitely much greater than that of Yang Wei, whom he defeated.

"My name is Zhan Xingchen, ranked third on the Holy Ranking of the Ancient Holy Land. Please enlighten me, Senior Brother Xiao!" The newcomer looked at Xiao Yun opposite him and said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yun suddenly realized why he was so strong. It turned out that he was ranked third among the holy sons of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land. It seemed that the Ancient Desolate Holy Land did not dare to underestimate him and sent him out as soon as he entered the arena.

At that moment, Xiao Yun said calmly, "Make your move. Since you are only ranked third, I will give you three moves first."

These words immediately enraged Zhan Xingchen, causing his eyes to narrow and his sharp gaze to shoot out, unleashing an extremely powerful aura.

"good!"

Zhan Xingchen didn't say anything more in anger. He directly swung the golden dragon spear in his hand and thrust it forward. This dragon spear was called the Nine Extremes Dragon Spear. It was a rare magic weapon with extremely powerful strength.

When Zhan Xingchen thrust his spear, a golden dragon even burst forth from the Nine Extremes Dragon Spear, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards Xiao Yun.

"Golden Bell Shield!" Xiao Yun shouted, unleashing the defensive divine power of "Golden Bell Shield" to forcefully withstand Zhan Xingchen's fierce attack.

Since I promised to give them three moves, I should of course keep my word.

However, Xiao Yun's actions angered the people from the Desolate Ancient Holy Land who were watching the battle.

"This guy is too arrogant, actually letting Zhan Xingchen have three moves; he's simply courting death!"

"Zhan Xingchen possesses the Star Battle Body and has already reached the Spirit Sacrifice Realm, a realm higher than his. He will definitely defeat him."

"This kid has good talent, but he's too arrogant. He might be invincible at the same level, but he's currently a level below Zhan Xingchen, so he's bound to lose this battle."

"Zhan Xingchen, teach him a lesson he won't forget, let him know the power of our Ancient Holy Land."

……

A group of disciples from the ancient holy land shouted angrily.

Xiao Yun stood inside the golden bell, watching Zhan Xingchen relentlessly attack him, while raising a middle finger and sweeping his contemptuous gaze over the disciples of the Ancient Holy Land around him.

Although the disciples of the Ancient Holy Land did not know what Xiao Yun meant by raising his middle finger, they saw contempt and disdain in his eyes, which made them even angrier.

Zhan Xingchen was also furious. This guy actually had the nerve to mock others while fighting him, completely disregarding him.

"kill!"

Seeing that Xiao Yun's "Golden Bell Shield" was incredibly powerful and he couldn't break through it after a long time, Zhan Xingchen suddenly unleashed his ultimate move.

"God-Slaying Spear!" Zhan Xingchen merged with his spear, transforming into a dazzling golden beam of light, like a meteor tearing through the void, crashing towards Xiao Yun's golden shield.

"Boom!" Under this attack, Xiao Yun's golden shield trembled. After all, he was suppressing his cultivation and maintaining it at the Cave Heaven Realm, so his defense was not that strong.

However, the Golden Bell Shield, when it reaches its perfect state, is something that Zhan Xingchen simply cannot break through.

So, when the blinding light faded, everyone saw that Xiao Yun was still standing in the center of the field, with his hands behind his back, completely unharmed.

On the contrary, Zhan Xingchen was blasted backward by the shock.

"Three moves have passed, it's my turn!" Xiao Yun looked at Zhan Xingchen, whose face was full of horror, and smiled faintly.