"That's right, theoretically, the number of clones created is infinite. If he completely controls this finale, he can even turn the entire life on earth into his clones, which is also the origin of the name "Ten Thousand Messes".

Ji Qianming widened his eyes, "This... is too perverted!"

"Of course, there should be some limitations in this, but I don't know it yet." Zhang Nian shook his head, "But... According to my observations over the years, the president's goal seems to be not the earth. Do you understand what I mean?"

Ji Qianming frowned and pondered for a moment, and a bold idea jumped out of his mind, "You mean, he is secretly using this ability to transform the cultivator in the divine realm into his clone?"

Compared with the people on earth who are weak and unable to practice, the benefits of using "Ten Thousand Messes" to make high-level practitioners into clones are significantly higher!

"I think so too, and because of this ultimate characteristic, as long as the clone is developed, the president will be almost immortal. Can you imagine how far he has penetrated the divine realm in these hundreds of years?" Zhang Nian stared at Ji Qianming's eyes, and the atmosphere in the whole room suddenly became heavier.

One piece of paper ends with hundreds of years of layout, how far has the president of the Shangxie Society reached?

How many clones are there? What kind of cultivation is the highest? God General? Half-step God King? Even... God King level?!

The water from Shangxiehui can no longer be described as deep. It is completely a black hole!

"However, this matter can also be optimistic." Zhang Nian changed his topic, "The president has penetrated into the divine realm, and the main force should be there. For him, Shangxie will just be an organization established casually on the earth. The defense will be relatively weak, and the only one who really gets in the way is the only one who is in trouble."

The information revealed by Zhang Nian had deeply shocked Ji Qianming. He never expected that the president of the Shangxie Society was at this level. No wonder no matter how Zero and Gou Chen encircled, the Shangxie Society was as unmoved as a rock.

"So, we four special envoys are just the executors of the president on Earth? He is no longer on Earth?" Ji Qianming calmed down and said thoughtfully.

"Otherwise, why do you think he has to pass that statue every time he orders? Why have we never seen the president's true appearance for so long? Besides, if the president was really in the Shangxie Society, with his ability, we two undercover agents would have been eradicated completely."

Ji Qianming's mouth twitched slightly. He thought his disguise was already perfect, but who would have thought that the president had such perverted ability... Fortunately, the other party was not on Earth, otherwise he would not know how he died.

After Zhang Nian finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became silent. It was not until An Qianxin held a fruit plate and brought a gust of fragrant wind to the table that smiles appeared on the corners of their mouths.

The three of them ate the food that An Qianxin carefully prepared. After using this hearty fruit dish, Zhang Nian slowly stood up and took a last look at Zhang Fan, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Ji Qianming, let me go back."

Ji Qianming was silent for a moment, nodded, turned around and touched An Qianxin's head, and whispered: "Xiao An, you are here, take good care of Brother Zhang Fan for me, I will be back soon."

An Qianxin nodded obediently and said no, Ji Qianming and Zhang Nian ran into a mirror and disappeared into this mirror world.

Outside, the two of them emerged from the mirror in an abandoned city. Zhang Nian took out a brand new crying mask from the ring and put it on his face. Ji Qianming also changed his figure with his illusion face and put on his own laughter and cry mask.

On the uninhabited street, two envoys with pale masks looked up at the same time, looking in the direction where the headquarters of the Shangxie Society was located.

"I finally resurrected you. Be careful. I will follow you secretly and help you clear some trouble." JOKER's voice came from under the mask. Although the voice was cold, there was concern between the lines.

Zhang Nian nodded, turned his head to look at the mask of laughter and crying, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Ji Qianming, it's great that my son can have a brother like you."

Ji Qianming under the mask smiled and said nothing.

The puppet master's fingers slightly raised and disappeared into the air. A small rice insect was changed to the position and crawled on the ground.

A void vortex bloomed behind Ji Qianming, and in the blink of an eye it swallowed it into it, and the empty streets returned to death-like silence.

...

Shangxiehuihui headquarters.

The sunlight outside the window reflects colorful light through the ancient glass-colored windows, and the wooden benches are neatly placed on the pitch-black floor tiles. A huge crystal ceiling is suspended in the center of the ceiling, exuding a luxurious atmosphere.

On the wooden chairs in the first row of the church, the enchanting Wang Jue was lying in the middle, boredly fiddling with his nails.

At the front of the church, the master of the opera is like a devout believer, with his hands folded, bowing his head to pray in front of the strange black statue, and the exaggerated smiling face mask on his face is weird and terrifying.

"The master of the drama, I asked you how did you check? Have you found a way to change me back?" Wang Jue seemed a little impatient and suddenly sat up from the bench. After a wave of turbulence, his eyebrows were furrowed like willow leaves under his mask and punched him on the armrest of the wooden chair.

"Damn, this body is really troublesome!"

The master of the opera life glanced at him coldly and said lightly: "The president has not responded yet, please wait patiently."

Wang Jue seemed a little annoyed, and sat up from the wooden chair and walked directly to the gate of the Shangxie Society with big steps. The Master of the Mother of the Mother did not stop him, but just prayed silently.

Da, da, da...

Heavy footsteps came, and Wang Jue paused, and a familiar mask suddenly appeared from the gate, and Zheng Huan slowly walked towards her.

"Puppet Master? Why are you... Huh?" Wang Jue was stunned when he was halfway through his words, only to feel that today's puppet master seemed to be different from usual?

He has grown taller, his figure has become thinner, and his skin has become whiter... Wait, this is obviously not a puppet master, right?!

The pretty face under the mask of Wang Jue changed, and two silver lights suddenly appeared in her palm, looking at the puppet master in front of her like a great enemy.

"Who are you? Why are you wearing the puppet master's mask? How did you find this?" A series of questions came from Wang Jue's mouth. Although he was murderous, the tempting voice was so irritating that it was hard to get nervous.
Chapter completed!