4731: C4731 Merit

C4731 Merit

A few days later, Yang Bo appeared in front of the Tianji Group once again.

During these days, everyone had been waiting for Yang Bo. They all knew that Yang Bo must have something to deal with and would be back soon.

Seeing Yang Bo's appearance, Number Four impatiently asked, "Fellow Taoist Yang, what happened?"

Yang Bo said, "I found a way."

Everyone looked in Yang Bo's direction, full of surprise. What could Yang Bo do?

Yang Bo stretched out his hand and beckoned. A clone appeared. This clone did not look the same as Yang Bo, but it also looked ordinary and unremarkable.

However, the cultivation base of this clone was very low, it was only at the RSpirit Refining Stage Cultivation.

This clone carried a purple bamboo stick on his shoulder. His face darkened, and he was filled with a murderous aura.

Number One was the closest to him. He moved closer and tried to touch the clone, but as soon as he got closer, he felt a chill, as if the moment he touched the clone, he would be contaminated by something dirty!

No. 1 hurriedly retreated a few steps. He stared at the clone. He could clearly see that there was no fate above the clone's head.

The clone had just been refined and had just appeared in the world. It had not been recognized by the heavens and earth, so there was no fate. If it existed for a longer period of time, there would be fate.

Number 6 walked forward. She walked around the clone and laughed loudly. "This clone is really fun. It was refined so easily?"

"Can I also refine a clone?"

Yang Bo explained, "This clone is just a temporary measure. I refined it in a hurry. It is specially used to absorb infernal energy!"

"Our cultivation is too low. Refining a clone now is still too early. Everyone need not be too anxious!"

Number Six stared at the clone. "I feel that the materials you use are very good. Did you use a lot of precious materials?"

Yang Bo nodded, but did not explain too much. He used Breathing Earth.

Previously, he had spent a very long time refining his grandmother's clone. That was because his grandmother's clone had a high cultivation base, so when refining it, he had to be more meticulous.

Yang Bo didn't pay much attention to the clone. Although he had added a large amount of precious materials, the clone's potential was limited.

According to Yang Bo, if this clone carried too much tainted Qi, it would most likely be damaged in the end.

Everyone in the Tianji Group stared at Yang Bo's clone, clicking their tongues in wonder.

Yang Bo's cultivation base was the weakest. After the spiritual Qi tide, he caught up with everyone's cultivation base and was the first one to create a clone. This made everyone sigh with emotion!

When Yang Bo's cultivation base was lower than everyone else's, he was already much stronger than them. Now that he had a clone, he should be even stronger!

Number Three said, "Since I have this clone, I'll go and contact the cultivators with the law of luck!"

Yang Bo said, "There's no hurry. Let's bring this clone to absorb the tainted Qi first and test its effects."

"If the cultivation base of this clone is too weak, and the amount of tainted Qi it absorbs is too little, even if the cultivator with the law of luck comes, it'll be useless."

Number Two said, "Since that's the case, let's give it a try!"

Everyone led the clone out.

Yang Bo only needed to split a strand of Spiritual Sense and he would be able to control this clone.

However, Yang Bo could feel that his Spiritual Sense controlling the clone was still somewhat obscure. This was because his cultivation base was too weak, and the strength of his Spiritual Sense couldn't be reached, causing it to be obscure.

After walking out of the inn, everyone could clearly see that there were a large number of wounded people on both sides of the street, and many of them seemed to have been injured recently.

Yang Bo couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this situation. He looked at the crowd and asked, "What's going on?"

Number Two said, "There has been a great battle recently. Two Buddha bones appeared in Buddhism. These two Buddha bones attacked together, causing a large number of casualties."

Yang Bo frowned. "Song Tianyin didn't listen to our advice in the end?"

"Did he not spread the news of the Buddha Bones at all?"

Number Two nodded and didn't say anything.

If it wasn't for the fact that Number Two was here, Yang Bo would have said that Song Tianyin was a traitor!

Number One said with a smile, "However, it's not like there's no good news."

"The things we publicized a few days ago have been quietly spread among the cultivators. Everyone knows that we must stay away from the Buddha Bone."

" If we didn't spread the news, I'm afraid the casualties would have been even more severe "

Yang Bo controlled his clone to walk to a cultivator with slightly lighter symptoms. He raised his black sword and slashed at the cultivator.

When the sword hit the luck, the black filth was cut off.

The clone quickly stepped forward and waved the purple bamboo in his hand. In an instant, the purple bamboo absorbed all the black filthy qi.

However, some of the filth still landed on the clone's body.

As the tainted Qi was cut off, the injured cultivator immediately felt refreshed. It was as if the sharp sword above his head had been taken away, causing the itch on his body to weaken. He was pleasantly surprised.

The injured cultivator raised his head and looked at Yang Bo. He quickly knelt down and said, "Thank you, Fellow Taoist! Many thanks to the Fellow Taoist!"

Yang Bo did not pay attention to the other party, because the moment the other party expressed his gratitude, he immediately felt a strand of red and yellow qi falling from the sky. It was the power of virtue!

The power of virtue fell on the luck above Yang Bo's head, and was taken off by the brilliance in his eyes, stored in the Cyan Cloud Peak.

Yang Bo looked at the other party, and his expression was very calm. "You're welcome!"

When he cut off his opponent's luck just now, Yang Bo did feel the fluctuation of his luck. It seemed that there was some stripping of luck, but when the power of virtue fell, it was enough to make up for the loss of luck!

Yang Bo was very excited. If he could cure all the wounded people in the city, wouldn't he be able to collect more merit?

However, Yang Bo didn't dare to do so, because the power of luck was limited. Even if he had a lot of luck, he couldn't consume too much in one go.

Number Three walked up and asked, "How is it?"

Yang Bo nodded, "We can invite the fate Law Fellow Taoist over!"

"I feel that there shouldn't be too much of a problem for my clone to absorb the tainted energies!"

Number 3 was very happy. "Alright! Okay! I'll arrange it right away!"

Next, Number Three returned. He wanted to pass through the Jade Plate to look for a cultivator with the law of luck. It was obviously not convenient for him to stay here.

Yang Bo walked forward and started to cut off the luck on the head of the injured person.

As Yang Bo moved, the surrounding injured people saw the effect. Everyone rushed forward, wanting to ask Yang Bo for treatment.

The Phecda Team maintained order at the scene and let everyone line up. Yang Bo cut off the luck and let his clone use the purple bamboo to absorb the filthy air.

Although Yang Bo could move very fast, he didn't want to waste too much of his luck. He didn't want everyone to think it was too easy, so he deliberately lowered his speed.2

The injured cultivators were in a miserable state. Their bodies were badly mutilated and their luck was filthy. Some of their luck was mostly tainted, and if the filthy qi was cut off, more than half of their luck would be stripped away!

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