Chapter 580 You are already very strong, but you just met a psychopath

"It's you!?"

Hearing someone calling his name, Gris, who had been wandering in front of the door for a long time, turned back suddenly. The soul fire in his eyes jumped suddenly, and he was full of disbelief.

He looked in the direction of Lu Wenwu, and the fire of his soul began to beat more violently.

How is this possible!

How could his weak team survive so intact!

It's like there was no fight at all!

And it came so quickly!

Could it be that this damn barbarian is powerful enough to easily kill all the obsessions on his way and push forward all the way?

No, that's absolutely impossible.

This guy doesn't know how to hide his weaknesses during battles. He only uses the strength he has. Even if he makes a breakthrough in a short period of time, he won't be able to become much stronger.

This barren world has no resources for him to consume and advance.

Even if this damn barbarian had hidden some tricks and hadn't used them, and could have added another secret method that could open the door, his combat power would not have increased to an unimaginable level.

At most, I can fight on equal terms with myself who has revealed all my cards.

It was already an estimate as high as possible that a guy who had just entered the third realm of the God Ascension could tie with himself, the Lord of Mourning who had been immersed in the peak of the God Ascension for thousands of years.

It is impossible to cross this red line.

In order to ensure the success of the plan, I have avoided and hidden whenever I could in previous battles and have never tried my best!

The soul of this dead barbarian is extremely young, and the time he has been practicing is definitely no more than a hundred years. It is impossible for him to have such extraordinary accumulation and foundation.

so.

Is this damn guy still hiding some tricks that I don't know about and haven't used yet?

Or does the human race in this world still have some background that we are not aware of, allowing us to move freely in the underworld?

Or maybe.

What inheritance did they get in this regard?

In just a short moment, countless thoughts flashed through Gris's mind, and he imagined dozens of possibilities.

The fluctuations of his soul fire changed again and again. This time, he rarely argued with Lu Wenwu, but just made a sarcastic remark.

"What a haunted fellow!"

"Don't be so mean. I'm still alive, how can I be a ghost?" Lu Wenwu answered seriously, "And you, Grisolden, you are the real lingering ghost."

If Gris were alive, his face would probably turn dark in an instant.

Unfortunately, he is now an undead creature with only a skeleton, and after condensing the black crystal soul, his entire body has turned black, and he can no longer express his anger with his complexion and expression.

Otherwise, Gris would definitely glare at Lu Wenwu fiercely, and then speak passionately on the microphone.

As for now, he could only casually blast out a pale green ghost fireball to express his dissatisfaction, and at the same time made an obscene gesture commonly used in the Chaos Sea towards Lu Wenwu.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Gris gave the middle finger and cursed, showing his true Zaun character.

"Does your sarcasm towards me make you look awesome? You and..."

"yes."

Lu Wenwu immediately interrupted Gris's counterattack, and his expression became more serious and very frank.

"I'm indeed awesome, but I'm not being sarcastic about you because of that. I'm simply mocking your boasts, that's all."

"Don't slander me. I don't have the same low taste as you in bashing people. I'm a very well-mannered person."

"Oh yes, sorry, I forgot. You are no longer human and don't need to abide by human moral standards."

"That's fine, go ahead and curse me. This wave is mine. I'll try to curse back at you in the future, if you still have a future."

quiet.

Silence.

Well, it's limited to this small area.

The battlefield outside where the obsessions were fighting was quite noisy.

Gris's originally powerful and aggressive words were suddenly interrupted, making his emotions a little incoherent. He stood there for a moment, forgetting what he was going to say next.

“Puff.”

A somewhat discordant voice suddenly appeared from behind.

Gris and a group of aliens immediately looked towards the direction where the sound came from with angry eyes, and their eyes almost spitted fire.

The strong men of the human race also looked over, mainly to see who was so lacking in concentration.

In the human team, Doutian Wusheng was just covering his mouth and laughing secretly.

After realizing that he had accidentally laughed out loud, everyone looked at him, so he simply stopped pretending.

He immediately started laughing out loud.

Laughing so hard that he fell backwards.

"Hmm! Funny! huh?!"

Gris almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

Even though only a skeleton was left, at this moment he still felt as if the blood was rushing to his forehead and his veins were throbbing.

The rising anger had completely transformed the fire of his soul into scarlet, and it kept jumping upward from his eye sockets like bull horns, becoming increasingly cold.

"Maybe I have a low sense of humor. Although I have received professional training and usually don't laugh, I really can't help it at this time, hahahahahahahaha"

Doutian Wusheng laughed so hard that he fell backwards. He used his ancient long stick to peg the ground with one hand to maintain his balance, while his other hand kept swinging.

"Sorry, I just remembered something happy."

"What! Happy! News!" Gris gritted his teeth. "Don't tell me your wife gave birth!"

"No, no, that's not the case."

This blue planet obviously doesn't have this movie, and Doutian Wusheng didn't get the meaning of this sentence at all.

Just like Lu Wenwu, he also said frankly: "It's mainly because Mr. Lu's jokes are funnier than yours. I really can't help it, hahaha! Before this, I never thought that the leader of the alien race actually likes to quarrel like a primary school student, hahahaha."

"To be frank, it's true." Lu Wenwu nodded in agreement. "When I met him in the last world, he was quite childish, always swearing, trying to find some advantage in his words."

"Fuck you, you two idiots with muscles on your brains are just fucking elementary school students! I&)...%*￥%#￥@" Gris started with zero frame, and as soon as he opened his mouth he started talking like birdsong and flowers.

Lu Wenwu shrugged helplessly, shook his head and sighed, turned his back to face the aliens and humans, and pointed his thumb behind him.

"urgent."

"Two damned body-refining barbarians, I'll fuck you)... (mute)...&% (telegraph sound)*&*... (harmonize)...￥Ah! I T^$^& (Cybertron language)#&$ (undead curse words)"

It turns out that sometimes, if you want your words to have an effect, the number of words isn’t the key.

The key is to hit the snake at its most vulnerable part.

Skillfully using the six-word mantra of Tieba, "classical, filial, urgent, happy, tense, and winning", can effectively stun the opponent.

Just one word, and Gris broke down on the spot, and scolded Lu Wenwu and Doutian Wusheng.

Lu Wenwu stopped Doutian Wusheng from trying to use all his life's knowledge to fight back, and stood there quietly with his arms folded.

He had no intention of retorting, but just listened with a smile.

After Gris had been exerting high intensity for five minutes, Lu Wenwu slowly uttered a word.

"happy."

Gris, who had finally suppressed his anger, blushed again in an instant.

He caught Lu Wenwu and scolded him for a full ten minutes, making the strong men from both the alien and human races witness countless racial insults. Only then did he finally stop and prepare himself mentally.

However, when Gris was ready to wait for Lu Wenwu to be sarcastic again, Lu Wenwu stopped talking.

He just stood there, staring at Gris with a slightly questioning look.

It seems to be saying - huh?

He said nothing.

But it seems like he said everything.

Gris said nothing more.

It's just that the spiritual fire changed from a blazing scarlet to a constantly fluctuating pale green.

Over the long years, Gris has always been able to rely on his profound language skills to make his opponents angry and lose their minds before the battle, effectively reducing their combat effectiveness.

But ever since he met Lu Wenwu, he felt like he was hitting a wall again and again.

The other party didn't swear and was even very polite.

But often just a few words can make Gris so angry that the three Buddhas leave his body and the five Buddhas ascend to heaven, and he almost wants to grow back all the lung energy he once had and explode again!

Now it has evolved to the point where he doesn't even need language. Just words and actions can make him furious.

Gris had never felt that he had ever suffered such a great setback in the field of criticizing people and messing with their mentality.

If it was just because of the conflict of interests that he hated Lu Wenwu before.

So from this moment on, Gris began to hate Lu Wenwu to the core.

Because Lu Wenwu was telling the truth.

He really thought so, and he emphasized the sincerity of integrating knowledge and action.

Sincerity is always the key.

This is also true in the field of human mentality.

Gris spent another half hour suppressing his anger, then viciously continued where he had left off, "You and this group of humans are here for the Dongyue Emperor's Seal, right?"

"Yes, I'm trapped here and can't get in for the time being. I'm talking as if you can get in. If you have the ability, open the door. We'll each have our own abilities!"

Looking in the direction his finger bone pointed, the eerie Fengdu Ghost City seemed to be very close, yet it seemed like a chasm.

Boundless darkness enveloped this ancient and dilapidated city, and not a single breath of life could escape.

Even if you just stand here, you can clearly feel the extremely solid space blockade.

Even if you get just a little closer, the powerful feeling of oppression will make your soul feel tired and almost unable to move normally.

On the bright red gate, the huge skull embedded in the center kept shaking, making a rustling sound of "clang, clang".

A faint scarlet aura emanated from the crack in the door at the back and quickly merged into this world, leaving no trace of it.

"I told you you're a primary school student, and you don't like to hear it."

Lu Wenwu curled his lips in disgust and stood a little further away with Maomao in his arms.

"I opened the door, and then we're competing on our own abilities? Opening the door is my ability. I'm just a hired ghost messenger, why should I compete with you on the same starting line?"

"Official ghost messenger, what the hell are you playing on me?!"

Gris's eyes widened and his voice suddenly became sharp and high-pitched.

"You? A ghost messenger? You're a living person, and you're a ghost messenger? Are you kidding me? You think I don't know anything about the Eastern Underworld, right?"

"Why would I fool you? I never lie to anyone."

Lu Wenwu said seriously.

"The times are progressing, the world is developing, and everything is in constant motion. Lao Deng, you can't keep up with the times."

"Besides, when did the underworld ever stipulate that ghost messengers can't be living people?"

"My assessment is, if all else fails, you should put your brain back in, Old Deng. This empty head of yours really does lower your IQ."

As he spoke, Lu Wenwu casually took out a pink, steaming, fresh brain from his system backpack.

It looked like it had just been taken out of the skull, still covered with transparent and sticky cerebrospinal fluid, and constantly emitting a slightly sweet smell.

"Well, if you've lost your original brain, you can borrow mine. I can also help you install it. I'm very familiar with this job."

"Fuck you"

Gris was stunned on the spot.

Looking at the sincere expression of "I'm doing this for your own good" on the face of the person in front of him, and the fresh human brain in his hand, he suddenly couldn't hold it anymore.

BYD, what kind of good person would just take out his own brain and try to install it on someone else?

"Why? You don't like it? It's okay, I have several more."

Lu Wenwu took out several brains as if by magic, and directed them to circle and dance in the air, swimming around like fish, which stunned everyone present.

Everyone, including the human people, was stunned.

What scene haven't I seen?

(crossed out)

I've never seen this scene before!

Check Lu Wenwu's mental state.

"Okay, pick one. I'm committed to my word. I'll give it to you if I say so."

Lu Wenwu enthusiastically promoted his brain like a dedicated vendor.

"You... you're so awesome! Get out of here right now, I don't want you!"

Gris was convinced.

I am completely convinced.

The soul fire in his eyes kept twitching.

This body-refining barbarian is indeed mentally unstable. Who the hell would go to this stage of pure body refining if they were in their right mind!

Damn it, why bother competing with a psychopath?

Thinking of this, Gris convinced himself at once.

However, when he saw Lu Wenwu's slightly disappointed expression when he put his brain away, he couldn't help but blush.

“Boom!”

Just as Gris was suppressing the rising spiritual pressure in his soul and planning to continue tricking Lu Wenwu into opening the door, a loud bang suddenly exploded above everyone's heads.

As a blood-red lightning streaked across the sky, the entire world fell silent at this moment.

The obsessed entities that were fighting stopped their actions at the same time and looked in the direction of Fengdu Ghost City.

The skull on the main gate that had been shaking continuously suddenly stopped moving!

(End of this chapter)