Chapter 758 - 752: Mirror Array, Projection

There’s no doubt, Monk Fusheng, after the death of Buddha’s four main disciples, was heavily relied upon by Buddha for a reason.

Trapped within the array, he found the most correct way to escape in an extremely short time.

Undoubtedly, escaping from underground is the best method.

The drum sounds are isolated underground, with a limited range, giving Monk Fusheng a chance to breathe.

Monk Fusheng ran ahead all the way, the drum sounds like hammers, constantly chasing from behind.

Now being underground, there’s nowhere to hide.

If caught, Monk Fusheng would inevitably be smashed into mush.

Fortunately, Monk Fusheng’s luck was decent. After running at high speed for some time, the drum sounds behind him gradually disappeared.

Monk Fusheng turned his head to look, and saw the Void Race person who had become the array spirit of the Ten Thousand Drum Array, stopping about ten meters away from him.

Not chasing anymore?

Ten meters is just a blink of an eye for them.

Stopping the chase now, what does it mean?

Monk Fusheng’s pupils shrank suddenly, obviously realizing the key to the matter.

"I..."

"I have left your array’s range?" Monk Fusheng said proudly.

Monk Fusheng was very pleased, but the Void Race person who became the Ten Thousand Drum Array’s spirit was almost angered to death on the spot.

Just a little bit.

Just a little more and he would have caught up with Monk Fusheng.

The Void Race person who became the Ten Thousand Drum Array’s spirit, with a gloomy face, mocked: "Hmph!"

"You just ran in the opposite direction of the Returning Ruins exit. Now, you are far from the Returning Ruins exit."

"You merely escaped one array by luck, but to go back, who knows how many arrays you’ll face."

"Don’t think of escaping from underground, your movements have already been detected by us, and underground arrays are waiting for you."

"Do you really think you’ll be so lucky every time you fall into an array?"

After hearing this threat, Monk Fusheng’s expression instantly changed.

From former pride, it turned into a face full of worry.

He knew, the Void Race that turned into an array spirit before him had no reason to deceive him.

Since the Void Race in front of him could become an array spirit.

Then, other Void Race could surely become array spirits too.

The remaining numbers of the Void Race are not few, probably now the entire Returning Ruins have arrays with Void Race’s spirits.

The array in the sky, Monk Fusheng has seen the Sky Prohibition Array, the arrays on the ground, he has seen the Ten Thousand Drum Array.

Since there are arrays in the sky and on the ground, then there must be arrays underground too.

Moreover, the panicked escape just now, and unable to discern direction underground.

Monk Fusheng was fleeing in the opposite direction, now he is getting farther away from the Returning Ruins’ exit.

Now trying to leave is undoubtedly like facing eighty-one tribulations of hardship.

However, no matter how perilous the road out of the Returning Ruins is, Monk Fusheng must try.

Escape, and he might die.

Don’t escape, and he will certainly die.

Thinking of this, Monk Fusheng changed direction, bypassing the Ten Thousand Drums Grand Array, and fled toward the direction of the Returning Ruins’ exit.

He chose to escape from the ground, not underground.

He went underground just now because underground could isolate the sonic attack.

In the case of bypassing the Ten Thousand Drums Grand Array area, obviously going above ground is a more rational choice.

If danger is encountered underground, it wouldn’t be so easy to evade.

On the ground, relatively speaking, it’s much simpler.

On Monk Fusheng’s side trapped in an array, the situation on Mo Ke’s side is even more unfavorable.

Mo Ke accidentally fell into a grand array,

While walking, Mo Ke had a feeling of a tingling scalp and chills down his spine.

He had a premonition that the surroundings were extremely dangerous.

Mo Ke slowly turned his head and looked behind him, his eyes widened, pupils enlarged, displaying an unbelievable expression.

He saw behind him stood himself.

Indeed, under a tree dozens of meters away, stood another Mo Ke.

What made Mo Ke feel most unbelievable was that the Mo Ke under the tree, no matter in appearance or in aura, was exactly the same as him.

Although knowing intuitively that the Mo Ke under the tree was fake, even Mo Ke himself couldn’t find any flaw.

"Who are you?" Mo Ke asked coldly.

"Who are you?" Mo Ke under the tree also asked coldly.

"I am Mo Ke, why are you impersonating me?" Mo Ke replied, with anger in his voice.

"I am Mo Ke, why are you impersonating me?"

"I am Mo Ke, why are you impersonating me?"

"I am Mo Ke, why are you impersonating me?"

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After the Mo Ke under the tree answered, the same answer sounded around him from the forest, bushes, and mountains.

Mo Ke was stunned, followed the voice, and scanned the surroundings, his whole body stiffened there.

All around in the forest, bushes, and mountains, one after another Mo Ke appeared out of thin air, standing there, staring at Mo Ke.

Mo Ke froze.

He thought, if all of you are Mo Ke, then who am I?

"Bastard, dare to impersonate me!"

"Damn."

"Bastard, dare to impersonate me!"

"Damn!"

"Bastard!"

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Whatever Mo Ke said, the "Mo Ke" from all directions also followed suit and said the same.

Soon, Mo Ke realized something was wrong.

Mo Ke didn’t hesitate, directly summoning the Mourning Stick given by the Demon Lord, and swung it at the fake Mo Kes in every direction.

The Mourning Stick emitted a dark glow, sweeping across the fake Mo Kes.

Next moment, these fake Mo Kes, under the might of the Mourning Stick, shattered like a broken mirror into pieces.

"Mirror?"

Seeing this scene before him, Mo Ke showed an expression of sudden realization.

He was ready to fight, but didn’t expect it was just a reflection of himself through mirrors.

No wonder, whatever he said, those fake Mo Kes repeated.

Whatever actions he took, those fake Mo Kes did the same.

These Mo Kes in the mirrors only looked identical to him, but once it came to combat, they totally gave themselves away.

The fake Mo Kes had not an ounce of combat power.

"An array made of mirrors?"

"No lethality, it should be a trapping array?"

"Thinking to trap me, that’s wishful thinking?" After making his judgment, Mo Ke was determined to break out of the grand array.

At this moment, surrounded on all sides densely packed with "fake Mo Kes", each "fake Mo Ke" representing a mirror.

These "fake Mo Kes" filled both sky and ground all around, Mo Ke had to shatter all these mirrors to leave.

Mo Ke summoned the Mourning Stick, sweeping continuously around him, the fake Mo Kes were shattered into pieces by him.

However, the fake Mo Kes seemed endless, he lost count of how many he shattered, yet there were still many more around him.

One mirror shattered, thousands more were counted up.

These "fake Mo Kes" although not retaliating, not resisting, continually summoning the Mourning Stick, the consumption was also great for Mo Ke.

No doubt, he realized that breaking through this trapping array won’t be so easy.