After sighing, Fang Lei was immersed in the world of rules again, and the figure in the temple became blurred, as if it was no longer the same dimension as the world.

In the world of rules, while Fang Lei comprehended the rules, he also enjoyed it and constantly changed the fate of believers.

The happiness of the gods is so simple and boring.

And in such happiness, Fang Lei's clone finally arrived at the Martial Soul Continent with Fang Lei's spiritual imprint.

The real realm of the clone is actually just a level 6 legend.

However, because the clone has hair that the gods have fallen off, and the rules that Fang Lu has blessed it, this clone is invincible!

And such a clone is absolutely impeccable for a Sword Emperor who proves the truth by faith in God and then turns to the rules of God.

At least, a weak cock like him can't tell that this clone is not a matter of its own.

Looking at the Martial Soul Continent that had appeared in sight and feeling the rich chaos and murderous aura on the Martial Soul Continent, Fang Lei smiled softly:

"It seems that hundreds of years of maturity have completely made this Sword Emperor angry."
Chapter completed!