Chapter 575 Coordinates Opened, Soul Devouring Curse

Deep in the boundless starry sky, dozens of powerful alien warriors stood respectfully behind Gris, not daring to take a step further.

There is almost no light in the universe, only the stars of life that are unknown how far away are twinkling with tiny wisps of light.

Compared to those truly prosperous universes, there are also countless extremely powerful people standing proudly under this starry sky.

But desolation and loneliness are also the main themes here.

Suddenly, streams of light appeared above the ancient starry road.

These halos are interwoven together to form a semi-arc channel pattern, raising a glittering channel.

When a strong pulse of spiritual power hit, all the light disappeared.

A number of powerful human beings appeared at the same place with their heads held high and their chests puffed out.

The leader was Lu Wenwu, who was holding a dog and carrying a cat.

Behind him, pillars of the human race such as the Martial Saint Qingtian and the Martial Saint Doutian, whose cultivation is at least in the late stage of the Starry Realm, are all listed here. Their number is only barely more than half of that of the alien races, and the team looks very thin.

Apart from the battle maniac, the ancestor of the Yu family, who was still blocking the birth point of the aliens and killing them, even the most homely Martial Saint Yushen came out!

This was naturally suggested by Lu Wenwu.

Based on his years of reading, combined with his own experience in saving the world, he easily judged that this battle would most likely determine the future direction of the human race.

So he used both emotional and logical appeals to convince the human leaders to go all-in.

After leaving behind the necessary defensive forces, the rest of the strong men came here, ready to fight a life-and-death battle with the strong aliens.

Lu Wenwu had no idea what the world behind these coordinates looked like.

But he knew one thing.

It is almost impossible to find an opportunity to gather all the top alien forces and walk out of their base camp.

If we can take advantage of this action to capture all the top alien warriors, the danger of the human race will be resolved.

What made Lu Wenwu feel a little regretful about this matter was that his disciples were unable to participate.

Even Wang Teng, the son of destiny, who became an inner disciple of Fengling Yueying Sect under the dual blessing of his will and Lan Xing's will, found it difficult to keep up with the combat power of the top team at this time.

No matter how powerful the Child of Destiny is, it takes time to develop.

Wang Teng, who has just barely advanced to the Heavenly Realm Martial Master, has used all his trump cards and can barely compete with the early Starry Realm warrior who has condensed a star map.

It can be considered as half of the Martial Saint level combat power.

But in the current chaotic battle involving more than fifty powerful Martial Saints, he is not even cannon fodder.

The Martial Saint who condenses four star maps is the pinnacle Martial Saint.

The Martial Saint who condensed six star maps is also the pinnacle Martial Saint.

If Wang Teng were to fight against the serious Martial Saint Qingtian, he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single punch.

The reason why the Martial Saint Qingtian was given the name Qingtian was that he had condensed seven star maps!

The best in the entire universe!

Even among the alien races carefully cultivated by Gris, there is no one of this level.

If we calculate according to Lu Wenwu's idea, the number of star maps that a Martial Saint can condense is about nine.

Therefore, the current way of dividing levels is somewhat a matter of saving face for others.

Only the Sky-supporting Martial Saint who has condensed seven star maps can truly be called the late stage of the Starry Realm.

If measured and converted using the power system of this world, Lu Wenwu estimated through his own experience of the fight that Gris was at least at the level of eight or nine star maps, and his combat power was much stronger than that of the Martial Saint Qingtian.

I'm probably at this level too.

It’s just that the areas I’m good at are difficult to be included in my specific combat power.

When the fight really breaks out, the lower limit can definitely be guaranteed.

The extent to which the upper limit can be exerted depends on the opponent and the environment.

If it was someone like Qingtian Wusheng who practiced martial arts, he was confident that he would win.

I am best at endurance and weakness.

As one gains while the other loses, the final winner must be you.

This would still be the case even if the other party cultivated the ninth star map.

What doesn't kill you will make you stronger!

But if a Hedao Immortal from the ancient immortal era appears in this universe, that kind of monster whose power is almost infinite after merging with the Dao, then it is hard to say.

Lu Wenwu is very self-aware.

"Shit! You bastard, you're really haunting me!"

Seeing Lu Wenwu and many human masters suddenly appear, there was no expression of surprise on Gris's face - his skull face was not very good at making expressions.

"I already told you, I'll leave after I get the stuff. If you want this crappy place, I'll give it to you. Why are you still chasing me? I'm your dad, you bastard, why are you always giving me trouble?"

"Fuck you, what are you talking about, you piece of shit!" The hot-tempered Doutian Wusheng suddenly opened the microphone passionately, "You half-human, half-ghost thing, how dare you insult Fifth Brother like this! I'll fuck you%*&...￥%...*&%# (national quintessence)"

"shut up!"

Doutian Wusheng was born in Hunsunba and Zuan long before the revival of spiritual energy. His curses were not only sarcastic but also very dirty.

With the eighteen generations of ancestors as the center and the nine clans as the radius, the passionate confrontation is carried out.

Before he could finish a few words, his defense was broken by Gris, a guy with poor quality.

Facts have proved that no matter which world China is in, its national quintessence has never been lost.

Gris yelled in frustration, his entire face changing color.

The pale green soul fire kept flickering, making the already creepy skull face look even more sinister.

"How dare you, lowly native, insult a mourning lord!"

The pure and rich power of death erupted, and the vast soul pressure pressed down towards Doutian Wusheng like a mountain.

The mere mental oppression brought to the soul instantly made Doutian Wusheng groan and his face turned pale.

"Get down on your knees!"

His body shook violently, and all the bones and joints in his body made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

"Don't even think about it!"

Doutian Wusheng gritted his teeth, and the powerful energy and blood in his body circulated wildly.

As his heart beat, it pumped waves of strength to his limbs and bones, and actually made his slightly bent waist straighten up again. His pair of red tiger eyes looked directly at Gris.

Not afraid at all!

"You dead skeleton, you should have died a long time ago, why don't you just lie down in your coffin? Why are you still jumping around?"

Lu Wenwu laughed and released his own soul power to counter Gris, eliminating all the pressure on Doutian Wusheng.

Pitch-black cracks burst open at the center, emitting waves of deep, terrifying suction filled with the breath of death.

This is a clash of pure soul power.

It is a power confrontation without any frills.

In the past two years, the two sides have clashed hundreds of times.

Each knows the other very well.

It was for this reason that Gris, who could clearly feel Lu Wenwu's progress, said something submissive like "I can give in".

If possible, he really didn't want to be an enemy of a monster like Lu Wenwu.

This would be a huge obstacle to his perfect plan of becoming a god.

As long as he could forge a perfect mythological anchor, it was completely acceptable for Gris to give up the benefits of the subsequent output of this universe.

Only cultivation is the foundation!

"Letting you go is not an option. It would be like letting a tiger go back into the mountains."

Lu Wenwu casually smoothed out the wrinkles and cracks in the space caused by the impact, and looked at Gris with a playful look in his eyes.

"This body of yours is indeed pure, but your other bodies have undoubtedly become the seeds of the true devil. Now you tell me you want to be a good person? I'm just too lazy to use my brain, not really stupid."

"Oh, as expected, those barbarians who cultivate their bodies are all fools, self-righteous fellows." Gris sneered disdainfully, "Everything is false, only eternity and power are supreme! Don't worry, when you die, I will go to the immortal world and steal the offerings from your grave even if I have to sneak through!"

"A dead man also likes to eat dog food and dried fish?" Lu Wenwu raised his eyebrows.

Gris: “???”

What the hell?

"Brainless barbarian, have you finally lost your mind completely? Killing one thousand enemies only to lose fifteen hundred of your own?" Gris's soul fire flickered. "I've never heard of any Chinese custom in any other world offering such things as tribute."

Lu Wenwu fondly stroked Maomao's head and said, "If I really die, the only ones who can visit my grave are probably Maomao and Xiaobao. One of them can't cook, and the other can only light a fire. What kind of offerings can they leave for me?"

Gris: “.”

grass!

What the BYD muscle guy said makes a lot of sense.

I was speechless!

Just as Lu Wenwu and Gris were attacking each other, something strange happened in the universe.

The space in front of him collapsed like a broken mirror, and the star fragments turned into flowing flames under the strong pressure, as if billions of resentful souls were screaming at the same time.

That terrifying scream was enough to kill the Martial Arts Master in an instant.

Even the Star Martial Saints with lower cultivation levels felt uncomfortable, their faces twisted, and they had to circulate their own energy and blood into the spiritual fire to make it burn more vigorously.

It was like the roar of endless thunder, and one terrifying crack after another in the void kept opening up.

The purple-black cracks spread and stretched, and something similar to bones continuously emerged from them.

The surface of those yellowed bones was covered with crystalline blood clots, which were constantly torn and reassembled by some unknown force.

There were tiny specks of mottled light floating out, and the moment they touched Lu Wenwu's twisted arms, they condensed into stains like blood and tears, constantly corroding the strong flesh and blood.

"Back off, don't get caught in that crystalline dust!"

Lu Wenwu shouted in a deep voice and led the human race warriors to retreat directly to the other end of the ancient starry sky road.

Above the crystalline dust, Lu Wenwu felt the strong power of death and corrosion.

According to the information analyzed by the Eye of True Vision, this is a substance called Bone Spirit Dust.

It is the product formed after a powerful soul is constantly decomposed in a special place and is infected by an extremely yin land.

Gris snorted coldly and also retreated with the alien warriors.

He also collected some of the bone spirit dust.

"Zheng!"

The piercing sound exploded again, and a huge ancient bronze door that almost occupied the entire field of vision forcibly shattered the space.

Squeezed into this space!

The rusty door knocker was hung with one hundred and eighty thousand soul-sealing chains, and each chain was trembling and whimpering.

An indescribable whisper filled the ears of everyone present.

The alien with weaker cultivation immediately began to bleed from all seven orifices, and a faint brilliant flame burst out from his body. The intelligence in his eyes turned into chaos, and he roared and howled like a wild beast.

"waste!"

Gris stretched out his hand and squeezed hard, and the alien whose intelligence had been wiped out fell to the ground instantly.

But it only took five seconds for the fire of undeath to ignite in its eyes that had fallen into death.

The huge body staggered back to its feet.

After controlling the alien race for so many years, how could he not have a backup plan?

The golden dragon eyes in Lu Wenwu's eyes shone brightly, and countless streams of information gathered in his eyes.

The curse that is enough to wipe out the intelligence of an entire race has appeared!

The Eye of Analysis did not analyze the name of this curse.

It is also possible that this thing was discovered for the first time since its birth, and no one has given it a name.

So, Lu Wenwu decided to call it the Soul-Devouring Curse.

A curse that devours intelligence.

Simple and straightforward.

The formation conditions are unknown, but it is speculated that it most likely requires intense death to be nurtured.

At present, it seems that only the fire of civilization can provide effective resistance.

At one point, the entire star field suddenly fell silent.

A blood mist suddenly overflowed from the huge bronze gate. Huge and ancient gears were fitting together layer by layer, and scarlet mist gushed out from between the rotating teeth, pushing the two heavy doors, whose tops were almost invisible, outwards to open a tiny gap.

Gray and red beams of light were piercing out from the crack of the gradually opening door, and a soul-devouring curse even more powerful than before was coming towards them.

The aliens whose racial background was not strong enough kept screaming and were wiped out one after another by Gris. In an instant, they were transformed into death puppets without their own thoughts.

On the human side, with Lu Wenwu as the fulcrum, the fire of civilization that has fully matured and materialized burst out.

Brilliant and fiery!

This is the result of two full years of hard work by the entire human race and Lu Wenwu.

The human race has become stronger, and Lu Wenwu's purity has also improved.

When the crack in the middle of the bronze door gradually opened to about three meters wide, a soul-stirring scream burst out from inside the door.

A pair of giant claws covered with dried flesh and blood penetrated the crack in the door and grabbed both camps at the same time!

"interesting!"

The moment Lu Wenwu praised, thick dragon scales appeared on his right arm.

The fist wrapped in the golden sun blasted straight forward, bursting out astonishing light and heat, and smashed the outstretched claw to pieces!

The black crystal sword blade of Skeleton Gris drew a pale green crescent arc, and the sharp sword intent collided with the withered claws, constantly wearing them down.

"Ah, something that has long been dead still retains its life."

Gris's voice, tinged with sarcasm, came to an abrupt end.

At this moment, the entire bronze gate has opened up a gap twenty meters wide.

Compared to the size of the entire gate, this is nothing.

But it is already big enough.

In the black tide surging out of the door, countless skeleton soldiers wearing ancient armors came out in dense formations.

The ancient weapons emitted a terrifying black light, and the steady roar of the combat boots was enough to shake the galaxy.

When Lu Wenwu saw the huge blood-stained bull horns sticking out from the opening bronze door at the back of the battle formation, the smile on his lips grew wider.

Things are getting more and more interesting!

(End of this chapter)