However, time was simply too late.

Not to mention the three-headed and eight-armed Nezha, as long as Nezha has recovered his body, basically no one under Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian can be his opponent.

And even some Hunyuan Daluo Jinxians have to consider whether they have more magic weapons than Nezha.

It is true that not all the magic weapons in Nezha's hands are innate spiritual treasures, and some are refined the day after tomorrow, but because he has been using them since he was a child, he has transformed them into natal magic weapons. The compatibility is extremely high, and the power is not inferior to that of some top innate magic weapons.

Lingbao.

The three men in black robes only had time to see a pair of cold eyes burning with fire, and in the next second, they completely lost consciousness.

In less than a breath, without even making a sound, the battle was completely over.

Jun Muxian looked at the man in black robes whom he was about to finish off, and suddenly he was stabbed to death by Nezha.

The speed was so fast that she didn't even have time to buffer.

Jun Muxian: "..."

It's cruel when it's small, it's cruel when it's big.

Then he took her job.

However, Jun Muxian also knew that Nezha really used all his tricks without intending to do so.

I'm afraid he was so angry with those three men in black robes that he used this mysterious power.

After all, using three heads and eight arms to deal with three men in black robes is really making a mountain out of a molehill.

At this moment, Nezha has returned to his normal appearance, and the extra weapons have been taken back.

There was a lot of irritability in his eyebrows, and he stretched out his hand to pick out his ears: "It's so noisy, it's so annoying."

Jun Muxian choked a few times, and put the Seven-Star Moon Whip back into her sleeve, and looked at Nezha: "Has the medicine taken effect?"

"No." Nezha said calmly, "I broke through it myself."

"Myself?" Jun Muqian narrowed his eyes and suddenly realized, "So you are pretending to be a child on purpose?"

If that was the case, she wouldn't be surprised why Taiyi Zhenren's magical alchemy skills were able to restrain Nezha, who was at the peak of Daluo Jinxian.

"Well." Nezha flew down from the clouds and raised his eyebrows, "Don't tell the master, let him be proud for a while, otherwise I will have to coax him."

Jun Muxian: "..."

A magical master and a disciple.

The bodies of the three men in black robes were just below. The strange thing was that after being poked with the fire-pointed spear, there were no wounds on their bodies, but they were indeed dead.

Nezha frowned, grabbed the fire-pointed spear and stepped forward to find out.

"Wait!" At this moment, Jun Muqian suddenly spoke up, his expression suddenly froze, "Lingzhu, don't come over yet."

"What?" Nezha paused, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes, "What's the situation? Is it something I can't know?"

"Anyway, don't come over yet." Jun Muqian's face was more solemn than ever before, "Stand there and don't move."

Nezha stared at her, took a deep look, and then really stood where he was.

Jun Muxian walked in and squatted down beside the bodies of the three men in black robes.

She raised her hand and waved out a burst of spiritual power.

Nezha's eyes suddenly opened, because he actually saw the three corpses slowly turning into some kind of black viscous substance.

Then, within a few seconds, the black sticky matter slowly dried up and turned into pieces of ashes.

Jun Muqian picked up a piece of black ashes, her eyes suddenly cold: "Shadow..."

These three men in black robes are not real people, but created shadows!

No wonder... no wonder she felt another familiar aura, which turned out to be from the Shadow Clan - the creatures living in the shadow plane of the spiritual world.

Jun Muqian couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

If the master behind the scenes could create the shadow of a demon god, how big would his army be?

No, that's not the point yet.

She has had shadows before, and she clearly knows how terrifying shadows are.

The shadow's strength is higher than the main body.

Otherwise, Chang Yi would not have chosen a shadow for her from the shadow plane and named it "Zhi Huan" to protect her.

As her cultivation level increases, Zhi Huan's cultivation level will also increase.

But Zhi Huan is her natal shadow and is only loyal to her.

The natal shadow is loyal and courageous, and will not betray you until death!

But in addition to the original shadow, there are also substitute shadows and blood shadows. These two are the most vicious existences.

The former is an evil shadow created to replace the original deity. It will only be able to replace the original deity in some way when it "matures".

The latter requires all the blood in a living being's body, injecting the blood into the shadow of the owner, and then applying a secret method to create a shadow that is exactly the same as the dead person!

Whoever creates the blood shadow will be loyal to him. This kind of loyalty is different from the natal shadow, which is blind and turbulent.

Moreover, once the blood shadows are created, they become alive, and no one can know that they are not real people.

Jun Muqian originally thought that the Shadow Clan in the Lingxuan World was born later and had nothing to do with the prehistoric times.

It now appears that the disaster was already laid at that moment.

So who exactly is Changyi?

She remembered very clearly that both Mu Ying and Mu Chen Bai told her that Chang Yi had a close relationship with the Shadow Clan, which was why he could create shadows to protect her.

Everything is a mystery.

Jun Muqian sighed, picked up these black fragments, put them in a box, and put them into the Hunyuan Bell.

Nezha saw all the changes in the purple-clothed woman's expression, and he also made some calculations: "Have you ever encountered such a thing before?"

After death, there is no body left behind, and there is no breath of soul. No matter how you look at it, you are not a normal living being.

"Hmm." Jun Muqian's eyes turned cold, "It's not a good memory."

When she was in the Lingxuan world, the master of Hongmeng Palace wanted to replace her with a substitute figure.

And the ten witches of Lingshan pretended to be law enforcers and wanted to use her blood to create a bloody shadow.

"I understand." Nezha didn't ask further, "Is this kind of thing difficult to deal with?"

"Yes, it is difficult to deal with, and..." Jun Muqian suddenly realized a problem, and this thought made her shudder.

She couldn't tell which of the three shadows they were from before.

It can only be inferred that the demon god whose shadow was created is approximately at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

However, there are actually not a few peak Taiyi Golden Immortals in the ancient world, and they cannot be identified in a short time.

And the most important thing is, if it's the shadow, it's okay, at least I'm still alive, but if it's the blood shadow...

Jun Muqian's heart suddenly sank. How many demon gods had been killed in the wild world, and how many demon gods were no longer their true form but were replaced by shadows?

Could it be that the so-called resurrection of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is just a shadow?

Jun Muqian suddenly raised his head, looked at Nezha, and said word by word: "Lingzhuzi, do you know that Emperor Wa during the Battle of the Gods is no longer Emperor Wa?"

Nezha was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he obviously didn't expect that she would ask such a question.

After three seconds of silence, his voice was cold: "I know."

"Sure enough..." Jun Muqian frowned, "Although it is not certain when Emperor Wa was imprisoned, it is obvious that the Emperor Wa during the Battle of the Gods was not Emperor Wa, but a substitute figure."

Regardless of whether the substitute figure is "mature" or not, it is exactly the same as the original figure.

Rong Qing said that Emperor Wa was just imprisoned, so it was obviously not a blood shadow.

The more Jun Muqian thought about it, the more her heart sank.

Emperor Wa is a heavenly saint, and her strength is second only to Dao Ancestor Hongjun. The people behind the scenes can create her shadow. From this point of view, the strength of the people behind the scenes is even more unimaginable.

Can they...really be able to defeat them?

"What are you thinking about?" Nezha frowned and looked at the woman in purple, "Don't think too much."

"I understand." Jun Muqian shook her head and said calmly, "When you are too tired, you always think too much."

"You don't want to talk to me because you're afraid that I'll follow you and think nonsense." Nezha crossed his arms, "No matter what, at least I'm safe today."

"You are right." Jun Muqian's eyes deepened, "I have to speed up."

Speed ​​up to wake up Mu Ying and the others, and rescue Fufeng and the others from the endless purgatory. There are still many people waiting for her, and she cannot give up.

"Okay, I'm bald from thinking too much." Nezha put down his spear and raised his hand to signal, "Let's talk about it?"

I saw a chessboard slowly appearing in the open space, with black and white chess pieces placed on both sides, crisscrossing each other, outlining a fighting battlefield.

Jun Muqian was silent for a few seconds, glanced at the handsome young man with a complicated expression, and said, "Lingzhuzi, did I give you some illusion?"

Nezha: "?"
To be continued...