No hope for eternal life

Chapter 296 6 to 4

"That hateful black devil is unwilling to exchange his clone secret technique no matter what, otherwise it wouldn't have come to this." Yu Daoling hated him secretly.

The demon clan has been coveting the Black Demon's secret art of clones for a long time, but the Black Demon has always kept his secret art of clones very secret and never wanted to trade it.

Not long after, the competition for the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm began quickly. The human race's competitor was the demon Chuge from the demon clan, and the monster race's competitor was Xuan He from the Xuanwu clan.

Many human cultivators felt that they could surely win this competition, but when Mo Chuxiong showed his clone, many people were stunned, because Mo Chuxiong only had one clone.

Mu Changsheng was also stunned when he saw this scene. Given the relationship between the Demon Clan and the Tianling Sect, it should not be difficult to obtain the Yin-Yang Clone Technique, but the reality was so clear before his eyes.

"Is it that the You Clan does not allow the Demon Clan cultivators to practice the secret art of Yin-Yang clones, or is it that the Demon Clan is simply unwilling to practice because of the hatred between the two clans?" All kinds of speculations surged in Mu Changsheng's mind.

At the same time, a conversation broke out among the high-ranking members of the human race. You Hengzu sighed at Yi Qianhuan and said, "Brother Dao, why do you have to do this?"

It is not difficult to get a piece of information from You Hengzu's words that the You clan did not prohibit the demon cultivators from practicing the secret art of Yin-Yang clones.

"What does this have to do with me? I didn't forbid my clansmen from practicing the secret art of Yin-Yang clones." Yi Qianhuan replied calmly: "Besides, if you lose your life because of the loss of a clone, it means you are not capable enough and you deserve to die. Just like my master, he died at the hands of the black demon because of his lack of skills. Didn't he deserve to die?"

You Hengzu, Xiao Niansheng and Ji Tianyu who were present were all speechless when they heard this. The death of Mo Xuansheng had become a thorn between them that could never be removed.

Back to the topic, the competition on the field officially began.

Xuanhe also summoned his clone and turned back into his original form. The two huge black turtles lay on the ground, motionless, with no intention of attacking.

The real Mo Chuge and his clone stood together, both bodies were surrounded by black flames, like the emperor of fire. He was practicing the most famous secret technique of the demon clan - the Mysterious Fire Secret Technique.

This mysterious fire secret art was created by the late Mo Xuansheng. The reason why this secret art is so famous is that Mo Xuansheng once used this secret art to defeat a cultivator in the ninth realm with his eighth realm cultivation and did not lose. With such a record, there is no need to elaborate on how amazing it is.

At the same time, seeing that his opponent Xuan He did not move, Mo Chuge took the initiative to attack.

Mo Chuge's original body and clone attacked together. Two violent black flame arrows quickly formed in his hands and then shot out at a high speed, attacking Xuanhe's original body and clone respectively.

Upon seeing this, Xuan He immediately shrank into his turtle shell and used the shell for defense.

"Sizzle..." In addition to being extremely hard, the black tortoise's shell also emitted a bright black light, absorbing all of Mo Chuxiong's attacks.

Seeing this, Mo Chuge couldn't help but sneer and said, "What a coward."

Facing Mo Chuge's ridicule, Xuan He still huddled in his tortoise shell and remained silent, as if he was really determined to be a coward.

Although Mo Chuge's tone was frivolous, he was still very cautious in spirit. He did not take the initiative to approach Xuanhe, but continued to attack Xuanhe from a distance with fire magic.

It must be said that Xuanhe's tortoise shell defense was indeed strong enough. Even though Mo Chuge attacked continuously, he was unable to break Xuanhe's tortoise shell.

At this time, Mu Changsheng's injuries had almost healed with Xia Rong's help. He looked at the situation on the field and thought to himself: "This Xuanhe only defends and does not attack, could it be that he wants to fight for a draw?"

The human race is currently behind in the score, so even a draw would be disadvantageous to the human race.

In the competition arena, Mo Chuge looked a little unhappy. He and Mu Changsheng had the same idea, but he could not accept a draw.

"Look at me, I'm going to smash your turtle shell." Mo Chuge shouted loudly, and his original body and his clone worked together. A black sun rose above his head. This was the Demonic Sun!

This is a killer move in the Xuanhuo Secret Art. Even for Mo Chuge, who has reached the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, it requires the combined efforts of his original body and his clone to perform it.

"Go!" The original body of Mo Chuge and his clone raised their four hands and smashed out at the same time, smashing the huge black sun towards Xuanhe's original body. Of course, whether it was Xuanhe's original body or not was still debatable.

Mo Chuge didn't care about this, as long as he could break one of the turtle shells, it would be worth it.

The black sun smashed towards Xuan River at such a fast speed that it was impossible to avoid it.

But Xuanhe had no intention of dodge, he still planned to use his turtle shell to withstand the attack.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the black sun smashed onto Xuanhe's turtle shell.

"Crack, crack, crack!" Cracks instantly appeared on the turtle shell. The power of this attack seemed to have exceeded the turtle shell's endurance limit.

A moment later, the tortoise shell shattered, and Xuanhe's somewhat ugly black tortoise body appeared.

"Hmm?" Mo Chuge frowned. He found that there was something wrong with Xuanhe's physical condition. It was burning with black flames just like him.

Due to his sensitivity to fire, Mo Chuge felt that the flames on Xuanhe's body were the same flames he had created in his previous attack.

At this moment, Xuan He's true intention was revealed. He did not leave Mo Chuge much time to react, but pushed forward with his body. The black sun, which was supposed to continue attacking him, turned around and attacked Mo Chuge!

Use the other person's way to repay the other person's body!

At the same time, all the black flames on Xuanhe's body fell off, condensing into a huge black flame spear, which attacked Mo Chuge together with the black sun.

Next to him, another body of Xuanhe crawled out of the tortoise shell on his own initiative. Black flames also lingered on his body, and he also condensed the black flames into a black flame spear, attacking Mo Chuge from another direction.

Mo Chuge was horrified when he saw this, but the attack was right in front of him, so he had no choice but to use the Magic Sky-piercing Sun again to counter the rebounding black sun.

"Boom!" The two black suns collided violently in the air and canceled each other out, but even Mo Chuxiong found it difficult to use the Magic Sky-piercing Sun twice in a row.

At this moment, the two black spears sent out by Xuanhe had arrived. The attack power of the black spears far exceeded Mo Chuge's expectations, and he couldn't block it.

"I let you fight for so long, now you know why." Xuanhe said softly. He accumulated all of Mo Chuge's attacks, so that now, even Mo Chuge could not withstand the black flames he emitted.

Two black spears pierced through Mo Chuge's original body and clone respectively. The scorching black flames continued to burn Mo Chuge's two bodies to ashes!

The demon clan wins.

Xuan He never intended to pursue a draw. The demon clan sent him to fight because his methods just happened to restrain Mo Chuge.

Mo Chuge is dead, and Yi Qianhuan accepts this reality calmly. Maybe Mo Chuge has a bright future, but to the demon clan, one more and one less doesn't make much, just like this world, which is still going well without his master.

Beside Mu Changsheng, Xia Rong sighed softly: "It seems that the demon race has done a lot of research to target the mysterious fire secret technique."

Mu Changsheng nodded slightly. Xuanhe won too cleanly and neatly, making it hard to believe that it was not the result of deliberate targeting. Even if Mo Chuge had another clone, it would probably be difficult to reverse the situation.

Sometimes it is not a good thing for a secret technique to be too famous, because the enemy will try every means to find ways to target it.

"In this case, this competition can be considered a loss in advance." Mu Changsheng sighed. The score was six to four. Even if the demon clan lost the next two games, the result would be a draw. For the human race, a draw was already a great shame, not much different from losing.