Chapter 1551 This Baby Knows How to Copy and Paste

"It's ridiculous, you are such a little child, you are so shameless in front of God!"

"I'm just Daluo Jinxian, but you dare to talk nonsense. I don't know what to say!"

Before Jesus could reply, Zhunti and Jieyin jumped out and shouted at Ye Meng.

Seeing this, Tathagata and others became increasingly disappointed.

The immortals in heaven also secretly despised Qi Zhunti and Jie Yin, and slandered them in their hearts.

Ye Meng rubbed his little tiger teeth and looked at Zhunti, Jie Yin, and Jesus with disdain.

Immediately, he thought silently in his heart.

"Mirror Image Technique!"

The next moment, a ray of light shines!

Another identical Ye Meng appeared in front of everyone.

Jesus, Zhunti, and Jieyin were all stunned when they saw this.

But then, they laughed disdainfully.

Jesus shook his head and sneered.

"It's just a clone technique..."

Before he finished speaking, the two Ye Meng in front of everyone suddenly turned into four.

Jesus' words stopped suddenly, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Zhunti and Jie Yin's faces were also slightly red.

"However, the art of distinguishing clones has its limits after all. Even if you get a hundred or eighty clones, it's still not enough for a saint to strike!"

After Jesus' expression returned to calm, he shook his head disapprovingly.

When I heard the words, I took it seriously.

That's right, you little brat is just a Daluo Jinxian. Even if you get a hundred and eighty clones, it won't be enough to look at in front of a saint.

The mirror image technique was copied rapidly, and soon the four Ye Meng turned into eight, then sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one hundred and twenty-eight...

Seeing this, Jesus' pupils shrank slightly.

Although he had said disdainfully before that one hundred and eighty Da Luo Jinxian clones were not enough for a saint.

But such a large number of Daluo Jinxian cannot be underestimated, not to mention, it seems that the little kid in front of him is still making clones.

Zhunti and Jieyin couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths, and the muscles on their faces trembled slightly.

"This kid is really weird. Looking at him, he has 128 clones, which seems to be not the limit!"

Just after the thought of the Two Sages of the Sect flashed across his mind, one hundred and twenty-eight Ye Meng turned into two hundred and fifty-six.

Then, it quickly became five hundred and twelve, and one thousand and twenty four.

Looking at Ye Meng, who was so densely packed that he was almost carved from the same mold, Zhunti and Jieyin's expressions changed greatly.

Even Jesus was slightly moved.

More than a thousand Da Luo Jinxian, under a full blow, may be comparable to the top quasi-sage.

But, this is not over yet!

Ye Meng seemed to be addicted to copying, and kept waving her little hands.

Swish, brush, brush!

In just a few breaths, more than a thousand Ye Meng turned into more than 2,000, more than 3,000... and finally more than 10,000.

Zhunti and Hui led the two of them, their hands could not stop trembling slightly.

Damn it, there are more than 10,000 Daluo Jinxian, and they join forces to attack like this. Even a saint can only do this, right?

Jesus' face became gloomy, and he realized that he had underestimated this little kid.

How can it be easy if you can create more than 10,000 clones of a child?

How could his strength be just Daluo Jinxian? Maybe this kid is at the quasi-saint level, right?

As a result, the lineup in front of us will be even more terrifying. There are more than 10,000 quasi-sages. What the hell is this concept?

The surrounding immortals in heaven, as well as the three saints Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Tongtian Cult Leader, were all stunned.

They stared at Ye Meng blankly, with incredible expressions on their faces.