This "One Thought Clan" technique uses its own energy and breath to form a clone that can have about 20% of its original body's strength. The clone is controlled by its own soul power. If the soul power is not strong enough, it cannot form a clone at all. Even if a clone is cultivated, it will collapse because its spiritual consciousness is not strong enough.

Originally, according to Wang Lin's own energy, being able to form ten things was his limit, but in this dream world, everything is illusory and real, so he can cultivate so many clones.

What surprised him even more was that all these hundred clones could learn, which means that his reading speed could be increased by a hundred times! Everyone sat in the sea of ​​books with a book, and in front of him was the world of the book, just like a hundred people and each person had a TV. The difference was that their consciousness was trapped in the world of the book, not just watching.

The same time passed, and five or six days later, he no longer seemed to have just arrived at the bottom of the sea of ​​books. Instead, he became widening, with a hundred Wang Lin besieging the city, and the circle continued to expand, and the surroundings were Shuya, and books continued to slide down from it.

Ten days have passed since the outside world. Because the snow is getting heavier and heavier, there has never been a sun since Wang Lin entered the Sutra Pavilion. The world is white and silent, and the cold wind penetrates into every gap, as if it is about to freeze everything between the world.

In the Buddhist temple, Wu Yan's face turned pale slightly, and he tightened his clothes.

Logically speaking, people in the state of Wuyan will not feel cold. Even if they go to the deepest part of the endless snowy mountains in the snowy land, they will not feel cold at all. Now, just the cold wind blows makes him feel anxious, which is not a good sign.

"He is finally coming again, let's break this time." Wuyan opened her eyes and said with a lonely and firm look on her face.

"Master, don't blame me. The disciple is incompetent, there is no other way. I can't watch it happen..." When Wuyan said this, his voice was already choked, and his expression was filled with sadness and helplessness.

If Wang Lin saw this, he would not be heartbroken to death. In front of him, Wu Yan Ke has always been planning and has his own calmness. What exactly can make Wu Yan so anxious?

"Forget it, where is not met in life? Why do we have to meet in life?" Wuyan's eyes were filled with tears, and a firm look flashed, as if she had made some difficult decisions.

Wuyan stood up and left the Buddhist temple.

"Does the master like snowflakes too? He doesn't forget to go out to watch it in such a cold day." After Hai Ni came back from practicing, he saw Wuyan wandering aimlessly in Lanjia Temple, so he quickly went up to say hello.

"Yes, look at the snow, it's plain and simple, and comes uninvited every year. But it's different every year. I don't know if the people who watched it have changed or the snow has changed." Wuyan reached out to catch the slight grip, and a few snowflakes flew into his hands like elves, happily flying up and down.

"Master, Hai Ni, I am a rough man. I can't do anything except cultivated land every day. But I do this every day and never change. I thought that although the snowflakes turn into water, gas and clouds, and eventually turn into snowflakes and thrown into the earth again, it should not have changed, it has become just its appearance." Hai Ni scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

However, after hearing his words, Wuyan smiled and nodded in agreement: "You are right, you and me are still you and me, and the snowflakes are still the same snowflakes. The reason why they feel different is probably because our hearts are turbulent."

"Hey, it is normal for our hearts to be turbulent, but Master has long been no longer the sentient beings on this earth. I would never believe it if you have turbulent hearts to be turbulent." Hai Ni joked.

"Haha, you kid, there are still spring, summer, autumn and winter in the world. How could I not be in a state of mind?" Wuyan shook his head and smiled, and said half-jokingly.

After saying goodbye to Haibian, Wuyan wandered in Lanjia Temple for a long time before finding what he was looking for in a remote corner.

That was the small black Buddha statue that appeared on the side of Jingtang Road before, but even the host Haihui did not find it at that time. The material was not visible or the way it existed.

"This time I will rely on you to protect Lanjia Temple." Wuyan murmured, and reached out and pointed it. The little black Buddha statue flew into his hand. He threw it gently and the little black Buddha statue floated into the air. When it flew high, it was no longer visible, and it turned into an endless and brilliant golden color.

On the sky covered with snow, gold burst out, instantly dyeing the sky curtain into a colorful cloud. Those who were fortunate to see below were stunned by this strange scene. The sky was colorful, and against its backdrop, it seemed that the falling snowflakes also turned into colorful colors.

However, this magnificent color disappeared after only a while. Many people who were so excited that they ran to call their best brothers to come out to watch, they had to explain that they did not lie.

And no one noticed the lonely back of the faceless man directly below the light, and even if he noticed it, he would not think that this was a masterpiece of the faceless man.

After more than ten days of peace, the snow around Lanjia Temple was piled up more than ten centimeters deep. The monks of Lanjia Temple were already preparing to welcome the new year in a happy mood, but Wang Lin still did not come out of the Sutra Pavilion.

In Wang Lin's heart, there are no boundless books, only thousands of them. If a hundred Wang Lin works together, they can finish reading them in two or three days.

If he continues to read this way, not everyone he can learn from the "book world". Just like the public law of Thunder, because he does not have the attributes of Thunder, he has not learned one after experiencing more than a dozen Thunder Magical Arts.

However, he has learned some basic things in other books, such as alchemy, formations and the five elements spells. Even some of the more advanced ones that cannot be understood now will learn them in the future.

For him, the most rewarding book "Nine Shakes and Sky Fractures". After experiencing the practice of tree shaking, stone shaking, human shaking, and Taoist shaking in the book, he felt that he could now master tree shaking. This is an extremely extreme magic trick, and the ability to cleave foreign objects through resonance with external objects.

"I don't know how many days the outside world has been, so I have to hurry up and finish reading the rest." After Wang Lin looked at the few books left around him tiredly, he devoted himself to it.

And above the outside sky, deep in the dense snowflakes.

The sound of tearing and tearing kept ringing, and at the huge and sharp tearing sound, cracks of space continued to generate and disappear.

The space crack is often hundreds of meters long, which is much scarier than the space crack that Wang Lin had created, which is less than one meter. When the crack is generated, huge suction force is generated, and countless snowflakes float into it like falling into the abyss.
Chapter completed!