Copy?

Zhou Fan thought strangely that these "Zhou Fans" looked no different from him except for their lack of swords.

The pure white thorn feet began to move, and the huge monster quickly disappeared.

Zhou Fan did not stop him because he was surrounded by these "Zhou Fans", and even if he wanted to stop him, he could not do it.

As soon as the strange monster left, the Zhou Fans who had been watching Zhou Fan ran in vain, and their faces became ferocious.

The "Zhou Fan" who first walked to Zhou Fan and punched out, with great force and strong force, which brought out a sharp sound of wind.

Zhou Fan's face was slashed out with indifferent expression, and Zhou Fan's head, which was exactly the same as him, flew up, and blood gushed out of the skull cavity like a sensation.

Zhou Fan didn't have time to think too much because more "Zhou Fan" attacked him.

He also had no chance to think about the consequences of killing these "Zhou Fans", because if he did not wave his sword, these "Zhou Fans" would tear him apart.

Zhou Fans and others inherited his characteristics of great strength. Even if they were not as strong as his, they were not easy to deal with.

But fortunately he had a knife in his hand, and Zhou Fan did not have the ability to heal himself and reborn, so he could never get up after killing him.

But even so, many fists and feet still fell on him, smashing his internal organs.

Zhou Fan didn't care. He kept a certain speed and swung his knife to harvest Zhou Fan and others' lives. Anyway, his injuries would heal themselves.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, and blood dyed the pure white floor red.

Zhou Fan split the last "Zhou Fan" in half, and the battle ended.

He sat on the ground with some fatigue. He fought with his strength alone and no longer had the blood of the dragon god like before. He could quickly recover his true energy and kill hundreds of people. Of course, he would be tired.

Looking at the incomplete corpses of Zhou Fans on the ground, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and he was covered in blood and still couldn't understand what was going on?

Will that strange monster come back?

In just a short time, all the injuries on his body had healed.

"It's still not enough." He sighed. The copied Zhou Fans and others could not threaten his survival at all. The Immortal Law is still far from him.

The feeling of dizziness came.

When Zhou Fan opened his eyes again, he found that the bonfire was still burning, but it was already dawn.

"It seems that I have been dragged into a dream. Once I kill my own replica, I can get rid of it. Is this monster a certain law-type monster?"

Zhou Fan checked his body and found no injuries. He felt relieved. He didn't transfer the city yesterday. He decided to spend some time strolling around and then leave the deserted city.

He walked to the central area of ​​the city and saw a complete black building. The black building was made of some metal material, so it could be preserved for a long time.

This black building is not a place where people live, it looks more like a temple.

Zhou Fan walked over and pushed open the door and found that it was indeed a temple, with a pure white statue standing on it.

Zhou Fan was stunned when he looked at the pure white statue, because this pure white statue looked the same as him, and this was his statue.

When I saw my statue for no reason, a chill passed by in my heart, and it broke through my bones.

But the chill quickly dissipated.

"There is something strange in this temple. Maybe everyone who opens the door will see his own statue." Zhou Fan thought silently, otherwise this would not be able to explain at all. He had never been to this city before.

Previous life?

This is even more impossible. Even if he really has a previous life, his previous life should not look exactly the same as he is now.

He found it very interesting. He walked closer and looked at the statue carefully. If it was refined by a human, there should be some traces of refining, but if it was done by a strange man, there might be some following.

Soon he discovered that there were changing characters behind the statue.

This made him slightly silent. This was not made by a monster. He had seen a lot of this character. This is the ancient text in the mouth of the monks, but it should be more appropriate to call it the divine text, the divine text.

This city should be a city that believes in a certain god. If so, the history is indeed very long.

He stared silently at the words behind the statue for a while. The words of the ship said that they were of no use, but this was for the ship. For monks, these words were worth collecting, because the divine text contains the laws of God, and they might be able to understand the laws in the divine text.

After staring for a while, he laughed silently. His magical text was unpredictable and his strong memories were not complete. Why did he forcefully remember it? Just take the statue away when he comes again next time.

As for now, he has no storage bag and is walking around with the statue on his back, which is too cumbersome.

After thinking about it, he searched the temple again, and felt a little regretful after not finding too many valuable things. However, this is a normal thing. After a long period of time, some things have long disappeared.

He was touched by his heart. He stood for a while, looked at his statue, turned around and left, and soon ran out of the deserted city.

He headed west.

"Don't go west, go east."

"What's the use of going east? Please keep going west!"

Zhou Fan stopped. The voice was his, but he did not speak. The voice was heard from his left and right hands, which was more accurately described. The voice was his left and right hands.

Left hand said: "There is no danger to the west, and there is no point going west."

His right hand said, "Who told you that there is no danger in the west?"

Zhou Fan listened silently to the quarrel between his left and right hands. Is this... auditory hallucination?

Is it the impact of the dream last night or the white bug in the body making trouble? Or is it not, but other unknown dangers have come.

"Please go south, it's more dangerous to the south." His left foot spoke.

"Go to the north, look back to the north, but I feel unpredictable dangers are happening there." His right foot continued.

The left foot and right foot joined the quarrels, and the quarrels of limbs became even more severe.

The real and noisy sound was not like hallucinations at all. It made Zhou Fan's forehead bulge. He couldn't help but shout, "Shut up."

The noisy sound suddenly stopped.

"Why do you keep us shut up?" said the right hand.

"Yes, don't think that you occupy your head, you are the real Zhou Fan." Left hand sneered.

"We are all part of Zhou Fan, why don't we let us speak?" said left foot.

"Don't pay attention to him, he's just the most useless head." His right foot said disdainfully: "Did he think we need to listen to him?"

The most useless head?

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment. He tried to take a step, but he was not in control of his left or right foot.

He tried to raise his left or right hand again, and also found that his hands were not moving as he thought.

The limbs ignored him and continued to argue.
Chapter completed!