Chapter 277: Destroy my Taoist lineage and protect the world for thousands of years!

Lu Wenwu squatted down, covered his hand with a layer of dragon scales, and then covered it with a thin film formed by dragon flames. Then he picked up a piece of bone and examined it carefully.

Gently kneading it, the bones broke and shattered like rotten wood, and powder fell down.

These bones include not only human bones, but also those of animals and monsters.

Lu Wenwu took a step forward, and clouds automatically appeared under his feet, supporting him like a lotus platform.

Riding on clouds and mist is the innate ability of the True Dragon clan, just like humans can breathe automatically since birth.

But Lu Wenwu doesn't like to use this very much.

The movement speed is too slow, which is inconvenient when fighting.

Probably it is only useful in this kind of exploration.

Lu Wenwu observed carefully in the hall and gradually moved inside.

There are no signs of fracture on the bones, and they are arranged relatively neatly.

It doesn't look like homicide, but more like mass suicide.

In the current environment, if there is no external force, the scene of flesh and blood disappearing completely and only white bones remaining should not appear.

Lu Wenwu is quite experienced in this area.

The further he walked in, the more intact the bones became and the more gorgeous the clothes on his body became.

It is worth mentioning that Lu Wenwu did not see any magic weapons above the Jindan stage, nor did he see any storage bags.

Even among these skeletons, very few are wearing robes, and the few that do exist are all obviously damaged. It is estimated that the array embroidered on them has become ineffective many years ago.

When he reached the end, Lu Wenwu found a sealed bronze door behind a huge, dilapidated shrine, which was also an altar for enshrining the tablets of the ancestors.

The effect of time is terrifying.

Not all creations are as indestructible as the Dragon Palace.

The seal that was once as strong as an iron wall is now fragile. The restriction is like a candle in the wind, which can be blown out with just one breath.

Lu Wenwu practiced his skills and directly switched to the body of the Purgatory Dragon, and then used his innate power to transform into a human form.

The dragon's body can withstand most strange forces, which is something the human body does not have.

Faced with this situation that he had never seen before, Lu Wenwu decided to play it safe.

The thousands of years old ban is too fragile.

The dragon claw just lightly pressed on it, and the layers of restrictions shattered to the ground.

Even the bronze door at the back collapsed in half, revealing a dark passage behind it.

Lu Wenwu looked down at the broken pieces of the door. The part behind it had completely turned into a strange gray color, which was very similar to the evil aura lingering outside the small world!

But compared to that weird black, the gray color lingering on the bronze door gave Lu Wenwu a much less evil feeling.

It's a bit like

An enhanced version of the dark, corrupted power of the Corrupted Light Clan!?

Lu Wenwu was suddenly shocked.

Different worlds, but with the same power, is this a coincidence?

He felt as if he had vaguely touched upon some core of the copy system.

When I think about it carefully, I have experienced so many copies, and it seems that most of them have the background of the end of the world.

Either it has already broken out or it is after the outbreak.

Combined with the information revealed by the old dragon emperor,

This world is probably quite difficult.

Lu Wenwu couldn't help but sigh.

He didn't directly slaughter the evil and the righteous, so he probably did something right.

The golden sun fire lit up on the dragon's horns, and the warm light dispelled the coldness that was encroaching from all directions.

This corridor, which leads to nowhere, is very long. The walls on both sides are completely covered with a sticky gray liquid, and there are still traces of the eternal lamps that were once used for lighting.

Unfortunately, after the spiritual energy supply ran out, these lamps were already damaged.

As I continued to walk downwards, I suddenly heard a soft whispering sound like someone biting my ear.

It is difficult to make out what the noise is saying, but it is like a mosquito buzzing around, disturbing and making people feel upset and irritated.

Some regretful scenes began to emerge strangely in Lu Wenwu's mind.

For example, the purity cannot be improved for a long time, and the egg-filled pancake cooking method cannot break through to the higher level of the Wanfa Tongshen realm.

I feel like all my happiness is gone and life is kind of boring.

Lu Wenwu's expression became serious.

This is not right.

Fifteen out of ten are wrong.

Why do I have such a weird idea?

The next moment, the tremendous power was mobilized and directly formed a statue like a Buddha bell upside down on his body.

This was stolen during the looting after the battle of Tianji City. Most of the Buddhist disciples carried some methods of cultivating the power of merit, so he picked up what he could and learned it.

The golden bell of merit turned upside down, and the annoying mumbling suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The irritable mood is also driven away.

After solving this small problem, Lu Wenwu continued to move forward.

This was such a strange scene that if he hadn't known that he was in the world of immortal cultivation, he would have almost thought that he had gone to Azkaban to fight the Dementors.

I don't know if the Guardian of Exorcism will work in this situation.

Unfortunately, Lu Wenwu doesn't know how to do that.

He only had the vast lotus sea of ​​merit, and any leak of his aura could crush the erosion of negative emotions into ashes.

It took about half an hour.

According to Lu Wenwu's brisk walking speed, he had walked at least ten kilometers.

But the Space Wanderer Avatar was reminding him that he had not gone that far.

Instead, he kept "standing still", passed through several different layers of spatial barriers, and finally reached his destination.

After walking out of the black corridor, the corrosive force became stronger.

It has completely condensed into a gray mist, which is constantly evaporating on the Golden Bell of Merit, making a "hissing" sound.

The power of merit is consumed a bit quickly.

In such an environment, the merits accumulated throughout a lifetime by ordinary mortals like truly enlightened monks can only last for about three seconds.

Then they will be eroded by this pervasive negative energy and completely turned into puppets like the walking dead.

Lu Wenwu was not in a hurry to go deeper and directly activated the Eye of Analysis.

I was worried about problems in the void before, but now facing the next level of power, the warning from my spiritual sense is not as strong as before.

[Evil Breath/Secondary Corruption Power (None)]: ??? / ???

【Cultivation】: None

【Current Status】: Concentration continues to rise

[Analysis]: The secondary power of corruption emitted by the true devil will continue to erode the souls of all intelligent creatures. If they cannot resist, they will eventually become corrupted servants.

After getting the analysis results, Lu Wenwu took a deep breath and continued to walk deeper.

As expected

I guessed the worst outcome.

The further you go inside, the thicker the fog formed by the power of corruption becomes.

As if they had their own lives, they swarmed towards Lu Wenwu, as if they wanted to drown him directly.

Lu Wenwu turned a blind eye to this.

A huge amount of merit power continued to flow out, accepting all comers. No matter how much corrupted power came, it would be evaporated once it touched the golden bell of merit.

The mist condensed around and formed streams of air that looked like pythons.

In front of each airflow, there seems to be a human face shaped like a skull.

Those hideous faces continuously released shrill wails, hissing in strange tones, and constantly exerted a strong negative erosion.

Lu Wenwu didn't care at all. Just like a tiger or lion surrounded by tourists in the zoo, he flew deeper into the depths on his own.

The gray power of corruption grew stronger.

Broken flying swords began to appear on the ground one after another.

Their masters had long since disappeared without a trace, not even a corpse was left.

But these natal flying swords that embodied the essence of their owner's lifelong cultivation were left behind.

Even though it is as rusty as an ordinary antique, even though it has many cracks and even breaks due to years of erosion, even though the sword spirit has dissipated and the sword intent is almost gone.

These flying swords that once roamed the world of immortal cultivation are still stuck here, in the soil made of blood and flesh, telling the stories of the earth-shaking and tragic battles fought by one sword immortal after another.

This place is like a sword tomb.

It buried countless sword immortals and countless evils.

Finally, Lu Wenwu stopped after flying past a number of broken flying swords.

Before my eyes, a skeleton that seemed to be made of jade was half-kneeling on the ground, and the flying sword in its hand, which was half-inserted into the ground, was still emitting the clanging sound of the sword.

The sword energy was surging, and the power released was still able to cut the continuously emerging power of corruption into pieces.

But its power has long lived up to its power from thousands of years ago.

Lu Wenwu stood there in a daze for a long time, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, only a sigh was left.

Qingxuan Sword Master is a ruthless man and even more of a madman.

Without the need for an eye of analysis, Lu Wenwu saw through the true nature of the jade skull at a glance.

There was no residual soul or jade slip left, but he still understood everything.

In the past, the Qingxuan Sword Master integrated the spiritual veins of the world into his own body as a wick, used his almost ascended cultivation and physical body to cast wax oil, turned his own spirit into candlelight, and used his natal flying sword as a guide to seal this place for thousands of years!

Lu Wenwu sighed again and waved his hand. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up here, blowing up countless black dust.

In other words, the flesh and blood of the former sword cultivators turned into dust.

All the loyal and brave members of the Qingxuan Sword Sect are buried here.

When the dust cleared, the broken flying swords were held up in the air by Lu Wenwu, and the true appearance of Qingxuan Sword Master was finally revealed under the jade-colored skull.

That was a sealing formation.

A forbidden formation that can be considered ancient even among the dragon clan.

It requires spiritual veins for energy, and the life of a peak-level cultivator is the core of the formation. It can only be forged by consuming the flesh and souls of countless cultivators and mortals.

It is said that once it is refined, even a true immortal can be sealed.

The refining success rate is less than one percent.

Lu Wenwu originally didn't believe this kind of ridiculous data.

But now, Lu Wenwu believed it.

That kind of power that can even destroy the world took thousands of years to penetrate this formation, which shows how domineering it is at its peak.

He is worthy of being a sword cultivator and the strongest sword master of the past.

Crazy enough!

Refine this ancient forbidden formation to seal the real demon.

It didn't do him any good, and it couldn't even completely solve the problem.

If Lu Wenwu did not come, all his efforts would be in vain, and the creatures of this small world and the sword practitioners of Qingxuan Sword Sect would die in vain.

If the forbidden magic circle had failed to be refined, Qingxuan Jianzun would have become the sinner of the entire world and would have been completely nailed to the pillar of shame - if this world of immortal cultivation still had a future.

As a swordsman, he chose the most extreme solution.

Fortunately, he won the bet.

Although this ancient forbidden formation had long been unable to bear the heavy burden, it still groaned in pain every time it was activated.

But after all, Lu Wenwu came.

He finally waited for his successor.

Qingxuan Jianzun, who believed that he could not solve this major hidden danger, directly closed the jump point of the small world. The seal forged with the strength of the entire sect and the help of countless creatures was still useful after all!

If he had not made this decision decisively at that time, this world of cultivation would have been reduced to a scorched earth before Lu Wenwu arrived.

"Old man, you really gave me a difficult problem."

Lu Wenwu muttered to himself as he put one flying sword after another belonging to the Qingxuan Sword Sect into stone boxes.

After using the power of merit to completely purify the corrupt power above, it was stored in the Dragon Palace.

"You actually believe in the wisdom of future generations, but they say it's hard to top it."

Lu Wenwu, who had collected all the flying swords, walked step by step to the corpse of Qingxuan Jianzun, which had been completely turned into jade. The divine beast patted the skeleton's shoulder blade.

As soon as his hand touched it, a huge amount of smoke rose out.

What followed was a shrill scream.

With his body as the center of the formation, Qingxuan Sword Master's skeleton was the most seriously infected.

Except for the top of the head where a trace of spiritual power still remains, the rest of the body has long been a false illusion of prosperity, and the interior has been completely invaded by the power of corruption.

Even the flying sword had been almost completely eroded by the power of corruption, and it was no longer as powerful as an ancient immortal relic.

"I have to say it, I just happened to come here."

Lu Wenwu estimated.

The situation of this forbidden ancient formation is not optimistic.

And it is very, very pessimistic.

How bad is it exactly?

It can already be calculated in countdown.

And it is.

ten!

Nine!

eight.

"Nothing could possibly be worse than this!"

Lu Wenwu complained and activated the Eye of True Vision to scan the terrifying limb that had broken through part of the seal.

After confirming the data, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared again, he had transformed into a purgatory dragon and appeared outside the mountain protection formation, sprinting madly in the direction he came from.

Space flickered, light and shadows flashed, the wings of the Dark Yin Dragon soared into the clouds and mist, and controlled the wind.

Lu Wenwu used every possible means to speed himself up.

Even the eliminated Explosive Step was not spared.

The current situation is urgent, and the faster we can go, the better!

Even if it could be a second faster!

He already knew the reason for the demise of the Qingxuan Sword Sect.

So the next thing to do is to save the world from the real devil!

(End of this chapter)