Chapter 462: Boring, I want to see a river of blood

Lu Wenwu followed everyone and stood on the top level of the vast circular altar.

In addition to the Emperor Houtu in dragon robes and a large number of elite royal guards, there were actually five masters of the innate realm hidden in the crowd.

Whether in ancient times or modern times, whether in another world or on the blue planet, there are always some things in common.

For example, at the beginning of a large gathering, there must be a leader speaking.

Moreover, the leaders' speeches are not only watery and boring, but also filled with all kinds of flattery and exaggerations.

The emperor of the Houtu Empire was no exception.

Even though he is a warrior at the innate realm, he is not immune to this.

Before the Divine Weapon Ceremony officially began, the white-haired Old Deng, who was wearing a bright yellow robe with black snake patterns and looked strong, had been chattering nonstop for a whole incense stick of time.

They are nothing more than humorous remarks such as "pillars of the country", "hidden dragon in the abyss", "great blessing for the country", "the responsibility of the country will be on your shoulders in the future", etc.

Hmm. How come hell jokes aren't humorous?

Lu Wenwu's gaze passed over the old emperor who had inexplicably become ablaze, and looked at the floating snake sword in the center of the altar.

In his perception, an extremely powerful and sharp aura was slowly being released in all directions, like the fangs of a snake, making people feel a tingling sensation on their skin.

This aura is fierce and overbearing. Even from a distance, one can still feel the majestic bloody aura it emanates.

Even those warriors in the Flesh Refining Realm could not withstand the aura released by the Black Snake Sword, and their legs hidden in the crowd were already trembling slightly.

Vicious soldier!

Lu Wenwu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the golden light disappeared in his pupils.

[Black Snake Sword (Pseudo-Spiritual Weapon)]: 99 9999/99 9999

【Cultivation】: None

[Current Status]: Greedy, Desire, About to Advance, Suppressing Luck, Ready to Move, Chaos Intelligence, Law Fragment

[Analysis]: The pseudo-spiritual weapon Black Snake Sword, the guardian weapon of the Houtu Empire, is about to transform into a true spiritual weapon and is extremely eager to evolve.

Pseudo-spiritual soldier?

Lu Wenwu calmly glanced at the results analyzed by the Eye of True Vision, feeling a little confused.

However, he finally understood that he was about to advance.

It is estimated that the Houtu Empire wanted to help the Black Snake Sword advance to a true spiritual weapon in some way just for the sake of this vinegar-wrapped dumpling, so as to gain more powerful strength.

Suppressing luck did not surprise Lu Wenwu.

During his previous discussion with Xiaobao, he had guessed that the national defense weapon should have some luck-related functions.

Otherwise, there is no reason why one must possess a magic weapon to establish a country, or that one would suddenly die if one holds a magic weapon for a long time without establishing a country.

It is probably because he has not replenished his luck for too long, causing his own luck to be overdrawn.

You want to raise a magical weapon that requires the luck of an entire country with the power of one person?

Even if you are the destined protagonist like Xiao Huohuo, it will be useless. Sooner or later, your usefulness will be exhausted.

Only an incarnation of the author's will like Tang Buddha can be so calm. The main point is that with every new book, the new protagonist has to offer sacrifices to Buddha, and Buddha's luck is endless.

For the warriors in this world, something like the Black Snake Sword might be extremely powerful.

But for Lu Wenwu, it can only be said to be of no use.

The only thing that concerned him was the final affix of [Fragment of Law].

This means the uniqueness of the national defense weapon.

And he may be able to improve his control over the laws by plundering and devouring the country's divine weapons.

I'm sorry, but the original demon can do whatever he wants.

Finally, just when Lu Wenwu had begun to think of 283,647 ways to cook egg-filled pancakes in his mind, the Thick Earth Emperor's speech finally ended.

The Divine Weapon Festival has not officially begun yet.

But it fast-forwarded to a part that should be more interesting in theory.

Ceremony of recognizing the master.

To be precise, the official statement of the Houtu Empire was that the divine weapon was attempting to recognize its master.

The name of a pulse-casting warrior who had been defeated by Lu Wenwu "with great effort" but was ranked first in the martial arts ranking list was called.

His originally expressionless face immediately showed a strong surprise, and he strode towards the center of the altar, his steps carrying the wind.

Coming to the Black Snake Sword, the martial arts champion took a deep breath.

He practiced the skills he had learned with all his strength according to the method he had learned before, and in an instant, he burst out with his strongest energy and blood power, and reached out to grasp the hilt of the black snake-head sword that was floating above.

Suddenly, Lu Wenwu keenly discovered that the pair of ruby ​​snake eyes on the hilt of the sword burst out with scarlet light, like the eyes of a devil.

"boom!"

Under everyone's gaze, a giant black snake shadow that was tens of meters tall seemed to descend from the void.

Those scarlet snake eyes filled with strong murderous intent looked down at all the warriors present, bursting out with undisguised greed and desire.

When the black snake appeared, countless warriors exclaimed in disbelief.

Almost everyone here had the opportunity to appreciate the true power of the national defense weapon up close for the first time.

For a moment, all the warriors around the altar cried out in surprise like ordinary people, and the scene was extremely noisy.

The most excited person was obviously the martial arts champion who was holding the hilt of the sword.

He only felt that a powerful force was in his hands, and the power of the sword burst out, enough to split mountains, cut rivers, and destroy the world!

"Hahahaha! I did it! I did it! Hahahahahahaha!"

The martial arts champion laughed wildly and unscrupulously, even more so than the four laughing Uchiha heroes.

Just when he was immersed in the fact that he had obtained the recognition of the national magic weapon as its master and was about to achieve the innate realm and become the number one master of Houtu Kingdom, a terrifying aura suddenly suppressed him.

"The national defense weapon has not recognized you as its master. You have just attracted some attention from the Black Snake Holy Sword. Go down." It was Old Wu who spoke.

The pressure from the innate realm swept across without reservation, and the martial arts champion who was only at the meridian-casting realm was immediately suppressed on the spot, and the wild laughter stopped abruptly.

The originally ecstatic expression froze on his face.

I didn't get the divine weapon to recognize me as its master?

Am I being too self-indulgent?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the expression on his face was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his entire complexion became somewhat gloomy and listless.

Only at this moment did he realize that although the power in his hands was terrifyingly strong, he was unable to activate it at all, let alone have the power of heaven and earth added to his body as described, making it easy to fight with ease.

Seeing this guy walking off the stage with his head down and his tail between his legs in disgrace, Lu Wenwu suddenly felt that sometimes being smeared wasn't such a bad thing.

At least he avoided public death, right?

Although he is not afraid of this.

After the martial arts champion was humiliated, the runner-up, third place, and subsequent martial artists were much more restrained.

Although at the moment of holding the magic weapon, everyone's face could not help but show ecstasy and intoxication.

But at least no one cosplays the Uchiha clan members whose confidence is at its peak anymore.

Since it is a touch special effect, it is better to be restrained.

In this way, if you really encounter a magical weapon that recognizes its master, you can turn off the microphone and pretend to be a master.

If the magic weapon doesn't recognize its master, then nothing will be delayed.

It's better than being confident and then finding out that you are the clown and being socially ruined in public.

The people here are all martial arts heroes from all over the country. If they become socially dead here, they will basically have no other way out except leaving their hometown and going abroad to work hard.

It's better to go far away than to be a laughing stock for the rest of your life!

Like that unlucky martial arts champion, if there is a future, he will probably be known in the martial arts world as the idiot who failed to recognize the master of the magic weapon.

The ceremony of recognizing the master was very quick.

The whole process is basically: call the name, walk up quickly to touch it, a black snake shadow of varying sizes appears, smile foolishly, and then leave the stage.

Therefore, it was soon the turn of Lu Wenwu, who was ranked tenth.

When he was called and walked towards the center where the Black Snake Sword was, his extremely powerful perception allowed him to hear some sounds that should not have appeared in the ears of others.

That was the line of forced sound belonging to Old Wu and Emperor Thick Earth.

This little trick of transmitting sound by wrapping vibrations with the power of Qi and blood is completely invisible to other warriors.

But for Lu Wenwu, it was no different from saying it to his face.

"In terms of strength, he should be the true martial arts champion. Before he's even thirty, he's already reached the peak of Meridian Forging, and has already stepped halfway into the Xiantian realm. He's a true young hero."

"Your Majesty, his energy and blood are extremely vigorous and surging, and he has not yet reached his peak. I believe that he is very likely to reach my level in the future, and may even add a new leader to our Houtu Empire."

"Half-step Martial Honor? Perhaps. If the Black Snake Sword wasn't just a hair's breadth away from being a true spiritual weapon, I really wouldn't want to use these talented individuals for the blood sacrifice, especially him. What a shame, such a pity. Even if I could achieve the Martial Honor realm through this, my country would need at least twenty to thirty years of recuperation to replace the loss of two entire generations of outstanding warriors."

"Your Majesty, if not, how about sparing this boy's life and letting him serve you in the future? If he truly has some chance of condensing his blood core, what will happen even if we rest and recuperate for fifty years? By then, you will still be at the peak of your powers, and who among you can be a match for Hou Tu?"

"Lord Wu, what you said is quite true. If possible, I will grant him the first divine weapon clone born from the Black Snake Sword. After the divine weapon mark is planted on him, he will become my number one general."

"I will also do my utmost to teach him to grow up as quickly as possible, so that he can become a loyal minister who can help Your Majesty relieve his worries!"

"Great kindness!"

Listening to the secret conversation between the emperor and his minister, Lu Wenwu's expression suddenly became a little strange.

The emperor and Old Wu get along pretty well.

He actually looks at me differently because he values ​​talent.

Not only do you want to save your life, but you also want to find a job for yourself?

Although I don't know what the divine weapon clone is, it sounds like it is very precious.

Driving out the strange thoughts in his mind, Lu Wenwu looked at the black snake sword in front of him that was constantly spewing out black mist.

Those ruby ​​eyes seemed to have life, becoming more and more captivating.

"Just let me see what's going on with you!"

Lu Wenwu gently reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword. His body felt like a furnace, and surging blood and energy burst out instantly.

In just a moment, the Black Snake Sword burst out with an unprecedented powerful aura.

A huge black snake shadow at least a hundred feet long appeared in the sky.

It was no longer in a crouching and resting posture, but in a state like a python before hunting, with the whole body tense and ready to shoot out at any time.

The greed for qi and blood had reached the point where he could no longer conceal it, and he was releasing almost all of it violently.

The emperor, who had previously looked at Lu Wenwu with a different eye, suddenly had a strong look of disbelief in his eyes, and Old Wu, who was standing by and waiting, fell into a slight daze.

A trace of regret flashed across the eyes of the Thick Earth Emperor.

Afterwards, only the ice-cold murderous intent remained in those eyes.

Following his voice transmission, Mr. Wu quickly regained his composure.

Several innate masters disappeared in a flash, and no one knew where they went.

Holding the Black Snake Sword in his hand, Lu Wenwu felt a strong desire inexplicably growing in his heart.

It seems that the long sword that is like a black snake is more important than his own life. He must get it even if he has to give up everything and sacrifice his life!

How strong is Lu Wenwu's will?

That was the absolute iron and blood tempered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, forged in time and again life-and-death battles.

Just this level of mental suggestion can easily shatter a thought.

"This sword is a bit evil!" Lu Wenwu couldn't help but talk to himself.

The altar under his feet suddenly began to tremble, and the black snake sword swung violently in his hand, erupting with tremendous power.

Lu Wenwu thought about it and simply released the restrictions, allowing the other party to fly out.

Suddenly, a black light streaked across the thousand-foot altar and sank into the hands of the Hou Tu Emperor who was sitting on the imperial throne.

In just a moment, a terrifying pressure that was countless times stronger than before burst out, sweeping across the entire venue like the collapse of heaven and earth!

The tall figure of the Thick Earth Emperor slowly floated up, his eyes had turned into bloody vertical pupils like a snake, looking straight in the direction of Lu Wenwu.

“Flying in the air! This is the symbol of Martial Honor! Has His Majesty the Emperor advanced to Martial Honor?!” A warrior fell to the ground and screamed.

"what happened?"

"Why is His Majesty the Emperor flying?"

"What on earth did that guy do?!"

"Has the master recognition ceremony been interrupted?"

"That's not right. Didn't they say that no one possesses the sacred weapon of the nation? Then what is the Emperor doing?"

The warriors who had participated in the martial arts examination were suddenly in chaos, and the situation began to develop in an uncontrollable direction.

No one knows why the emperor, who was rumored to be just an ordinary person, suddenly became the legendary martial arts master who could destroy the world.

No one knows how things suddenly turned out like this.

Some warriors who were more sensitive to crises smelled a conspiracy. Seeing that the situation was not good, they immediately protected everyone in front of them and tried to use their body skills to escape from this seemingly ominous place.

However, a powerful Vein-Forging Warrior had just used his Qi to jump up when he was knocked back by a punch from the innate master who appeared again, and his life or death was unknown.

Old Wu, who had returned, squatted on a tall flagpole and smiled sinisterly, "No one can leave today! Become a sacrifice at the Divine Weapon Ceremony!"

(End of this chapter)