Chapter 584 There is a kind of beauty in numbers

"That's impossible!"

The Wheel King, who was easily defeated by Lu Wenwu, was furious and roared at the headless corpse of King Yama.

The strongest of the Ten Kings of Hell died just like that?

He did not die in the melee with the immortals in the ancient times, but after the heaven and earth were shattered and the great way was incomplete, he was blown in the head with a punch from an unknown person who was not even a Lianhedao Immortal Venerable.

Neither the Chakravartin King nor King Qin Guang could accept this result.

Even though King Yama’s injuries have not healed and his origin has been damaged, he is, after all, the Immortal Lord Hedao!

The power of the strong ones in the Netherworld system was not damaged as seriously as that of the strong ones in the world of the living.

This is already a small world with sound laws. Even if it does not rely on the world of the living, it can achieve natural circulation without collapse.

Therefore, the underworld has a unique pseudo-Hedao realm.

Just like the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, they merge with the power of the underworld, allowing both sides to be strengthened at the same time.

Beings of such levels as the Ten Kings of Hell and the Great Emperor of Mount Tai, in addition to a portion of the power of the underworld, will also merge with the original world of the living, thereby gaining a stronger increase in combat power.

In the beginning, Emperor Dongyue led the legion of the underworld to attack the Immortal Court, trying to conquer the entire world, relying on the power of Shuanghe Dao.

If the entire world of the living could be brought under the rule of the underworld, the underworld could then evolve a second time by devouring the essence of the spirit.

It’s just like the small world of Dragon Mansion that is gradually transforming into the fairyland.

If the underworld can fully grow up, the superposition of the Hedao realm and the pseudo-Hedao realm will become a true double Hedao, erupting with incredible power.

This power even far exceeds the legendary supreme realm that is enough to make people transcend.

He can easily break through the barriers of the world and travel through the boundless sea of ​​chaos with his powerful cultivation.

For this purpose, the underworld and the immortal court launched a war of devastating magnitude.

This is also part of the reason why the heaven and earth collapsed and the great way shattered and broken.

However, the underworld is not a complete big world after all.

Even if one can produce the combat power of a pseudo-Hedao-level immortal, two fists are still no match for four hands.

Under the siege of many powerful immortals in the Immortal Court, there is only the possibility of defeat.

Emperor Dongyue himself knows this.

That's why after he found that he seemed unable to win, he began to implement the plan of laying eggs by borrowing chickens and eggs to avoid the limelight temporarily.

If I can't beat you, I'll wear you out.

When the immortals in the Immortal Court were forced to collectively enter the boundless sea of ​​chaos to fight because the world was declining and entering the Dharma Ending Age, the immortal tradition of this world was completely cut off.

When the time comes and he and others are born again, no one will be able to stop the army of ghosts that have re-emerged.

In fact, this is true.

It has only been over three hundred years since the revival of spiritual energy.

A cultivation system that starts almost from scratch, even if it keeps digging graves to absorb energy, how can it defeat the old monster that has been self-proclaimed since ancient times?

Without Gris's continuous training at his own expense for the past three hundred years, even if the alien race had awakened to intelligence, how could they have achieved the technological breakthrough to develop the incredible space technology that could use the ancient starry sky road to propel the world to space jumps?

If there really weren't Lu Wenwu and Gris, the two troublemakers, it would be unknown whether the Blue Star human race could give birth to a Star Martial Saint without strong external pressure when the underworld revived.

The underworld will also easily sweep across the world and turn the entire universe into a ghost den, just as it planned before it was sealed in ancient times.

Under Gris's manipulation, the alien invasion, which should have been a side story after the revival of spiritual energy, has now become the main line that forces the plot to progress.

Otherwise, the struggle for supremacy among hundreds of races and the exploration of ruins should be what it should be.

Avoid this, hide from that.

He lost countless of his brothers and finally managed to outlast all his competitors, just like Sima Yi, and became invincible in the world.

When he came out and was about to kill, he suddenly met Lu Wenwu, a little Karami with incredible fighting power, who beat his big brother to death with just three punches and two kicks.

The hearts of King Chakravartin and King Qin Guang were broken at this moment.

I even had a strange feeling that I was still asleep, and everything in front of me seemed unreal.

That’s King Yama!

In the ancient times, he was considered a powerful being and was one of the top masters.

Now he is just like an ordinary Qi-refining cultivator, whose head was blown up by a punch and even his life-saving magic weapon was shattered.

"Your purity is too low." Lu Wenwu said coldly.

He twisted his neck, and the flesh and blood that had been peeled off and shattered in the recent battle was bathed in flames and continued to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. Sticky blood kept dripping down from his fists.

"Tick. Tick."

Lu Wenwu strode forward, his heart rumbling like thunder, and his whole body was wrapped in brilliant black and red thunder.

With every step forward, his aura became stronger and stronger.

The terrifying aura that had completely materialized continued to rush outward, shattering the ground beneath their feet into shocking cracks.

Theoretically, this is not a good phenomenon.

Because this means that Lu Wenwu, who opened the six gates of heaven at the same time, cannot perfectly control his own power.

The body couldn't fully bear it, and some of the strength was discharged like pressure relief along with the impact of the energy.

In a battle of the same level, it is very dangerous if you cannot perfectly control your own strength.

Not only is it easy to reveal flaws, but the power cannot be fully exerted.

If Lu Wenwu could exert 200% of his strength under normal circumstances, then now that he is in the state of the Sixth Heaven Gate, the overall effect would probably be only 70 or 80%.

But what's the problem?

To others, it's a deadly threat.

But for Lu Wenwu.

It doesn’t matter!

His fighting style is straightforward and hard-hitting with the enemy.

Even though he possesses top-notch fighting skills, he doesn't need to use them most of the time.

As long as the value is high, it doesn’t matter whether the mechanism is there or not.

In the state of the Sixth Heaven Gate, Lu Wenwu's body control dropped significantly.

In return, the value is greatly improved.

So what if I can’t exert my strength perfectly?

Even if the current numerical performance is only 50% of the combat power, it is enough to crush the perfect performance under normal conditions.

When the value reaches a certain level, the skills lose their meaning.

Skills can’t make up for insufficient numbers.

The numbers are enough and there is no need for any skills.

Therefore, Lu Wenwu has always been pursuing the improvement of purity in a simple and unpretentious way without sacrificing skills.

Skills will be restrained.

The value will never be.

"Everything is established by preparation, and failure to prepare leads to failure."

Lu Wenwu walked forward step by step without using any body skills, with a sneer on his face.

"Playing tricks!"

The Chakravartin brandished his spear and shouted loudly to boost his morale and force himself to calm down.

The more Lu Wenwu came towards him, the more he felt like he was being stared at by an extremely ferocious beast.

It seemed that as long as he made any movement, the person in front of him would instantly jump up and kill him.

"Hehe, whenever there is a fight, as long as you hesitate, the opponent will stand up. If you don't hesitate, you can directly beat the opponent." Lu Wenwu raised his fist and explained slowly.

The calm voice made the remaining two Yamas swallow their saliva, and cold sweat oozed from their foreheads.

Gris followed speechlessly with his sword and shield, fully prepared for battle.

Suddenly, Lu Wenwu stopped.

He looked at the Chakravartin, who was now less than ten meters away, and suddenly revealed a sinister smile: "If you hesitate, I will be fine. But I didn't hesitate, so I will beat you to pieces!"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Wenwu moved as fast as lightning and lashed out with a military killing punch.

The Chakravartin was horrified and drew array patterns with his spear, then retreated rapidly.

The blood-red fog wrapped in phosphorescent fire was surging endlessly. A hundred-foot-long ghost face cast in bronze condensed out of thin air in front of him from the huge gate, but was blasted to pieces by a punch from the terrifying existence covered in thunder and fire!

Then the fist continued to move forward with undiminished power as it headed straight for the Chakravartin.

"boom!"

The Chakravartin vomited blood and half of his armor was broken.

Lu Wenwu stepped on the bronze fragments on the ground with his bare feet, and the cracks under his feet spread like a spider web to the bottom of the moat of the ancient city of Fengdu.

The turbid waves, carrying resentful souls and dead spirits, roared and poured into the cracks in the ground.

King Qin Guang was so eager to rescue that his black jade crown was blown away by the blast, but he quickly regained his balance.

In his hand appeared a judge's pen that was no different from the one used by King Yama. He dipped the pen in the Netherworld Fire and wrote a spell in mid-air. Before the pitch-black seal script was completely formed, it was interrupted by the black sword light that erupted from Gris.

"You are not him, and you can't be him."

Lu Wenwu muttered to himself as his left fist pierced through layers of ghost seals.

The powerful energy that burst out blasted away and evaporated countless resentful souls that tried to approach, and they were firmly embedded in the squirming city wall.

The Purgatory Dragon Flame, which was a fusion of countless flames, burned fiercely, burning the resentful souls released from the Mirror of Sin into drops of clear liquid, which flowed along the base of the wall into the dark brown earth.

The Chakravartin, who had barely gotten a chance to breathe, raised the golden disk of reincarnation and tried to gain control.

Just when she was about to touch the tip of Lu Wenwu's hair, she saw him suddenly press down on her, and then his legs swept across as if there was no gravity.

At the moment they kicked out at the same time, the true form of the Purgatory Dragon suddenly appeared.

Wherever the dragon's tail swept past, the golden disk of reincarnation of the Wheel-Turning King cracked into pieces, and tens of millions of departed souls screamed and broke through the shackles, breaking the thousands of restrictions of Fengdu like the Milky Way rolling back.

"ah!"

The Chakravartin roared and gave up control of the magic weapon, barely dodging the attack in an extremely inelegant way on the ground.

He even threw his own revolving gun aside.

"To imitate others is but to make one laugh!"

The power released by Lu Wenwu, who had regained his human form, continued to tear apart the surrounding space with every move he made.

Every inch of his body was burning with the infernal dragon breath that was powerful enough to burn everything in the world, and the Yellow Springs that was a million miles long actually began to vaporize and evaporate.

"You're cultivating the way of immortal martial arts, but as a warrior, you can't even hold your own weapon!"

"How dare you call yourself the Wheel of Fortune!"

Lu Wenwu raised his foot and stomped it, and the eighteen levels of the underworld shook.

Seeing the other party coming towards him again, the Wheel King was horrified, and the talisman in his hand spontaneously combusted without wind.

The burning pale green flames were huge, and countless vengeful spirits rose into the sky, turning into a sinister ghost den.

"Qin Guang, save me!"

Amidst the flying paper ashes, a pair of golden eyes were like cold stars, and his body transformed into the image of an angry dragon standing tall towards the sky.

Lu Wenwu completely ignored the possibility that King Qin Guang might rush to rescue him from behind.

Because there is no possibility.

He believed in Gris.

Even if the two sides meet in other places, they will fight each other to death and become mortal enemies.

But at this time, both sides are comrades who trust each other because of the same thing.

Lu Wenwu believed that Gris could stop King Qin Guang and prevent him from affecting his battle.

Gris also believed that Lu Wenwu could kill the Wheel King as quickly as possible and solve the current problems before the Emperor Dongyue fully recovered.

The dragon's might burst out, and the punch exploded in the air with a thunderous sound, as if the sky was collapsing and falling downwards.

When the endless sea of ​​blood wrapped around the fist crushed the last inch of the sealing talisman, the entire underworld began to tremble.

The domain, which had just been formed for less than half a second, was shattered.

With one punch, he broke through the Netherworld barrier that could only be used once in sacrifice of billions of resentful spirits!

But he failed to completely block Lu Wenwu's simple punch!

This is pure numerical crushing!

"boom!"

"boom!"

A figure was first hammered into the ground by a fierce punch, and then kicked out like an object by a terrifying kick that tore through space, and hit the Fengdu Ghost City hard.

The iron-gray walls of Fengdu Ghost City phosphoresced under the blood moon, and the Shura evil ghosts embossed on the hundred-foot bronze gate let out shrill screams.

On the right side of the bronze door, there was a large dark hole.

The Chakravartin was lying there at this time, with no trace of life left in his body.

His entire body had been turned into a pile of mud, even his bones were completely crushed.

The fragments of armor and weapons mixed together and pierced into the flesh and blood. They were constantly burned by the Purgatory Dragon's Breath, making a "sizzling" sound, which was creepy.

The Chakravartin dies.

The Fengdu Ghost City was shaking violently, as if some kind of ferocious beast was tied to the ground and was constantly roaring, about to break free from the chains.

Both Gris and Lu Wenwu knew it clearly.

That is the Emperor of Dongyue.

The leader of the underworld in ancient times and the greatest threat to the world.

"Yangshi lunatic! You deserve to die!"

Amidst the roar, the green phosphorus fire exploded, and the Evil Mirror Platform was stimulated to the extreme by King Qin Guang.

The vengeful spirits that covered the sky and the sun erupted, transformed into amplified power and rushed into King Qin Guang's body, actually repelling Gris who had already gained the upper hand.

He even used secret methods to gather all the magic weapons scattered around and bombarded Lu Wenwu together.

"I want you dead!"

The moment King Yama's incomplete soul-binding chain wrapped around Lu Wenwu's neck, his magical power to move mountains and fill the sea suddenly erupted.

The scarlet iron chain broke into pieces, and the flying iron fragments caused the summoned Lethe River to explode into thousands of huge waves, destroying it.

Just as the Wheel King's Divine Wheel Spear was suspended in the air, the shock wave from Lu Wenwu's right foot completely crushed the spear intent that had not yet been fully condensed.

The backflowing gale carried countless fragments and nailed them into the city wall, and foul-smelling turbid mucus seeped out of the cracks.

Before King Qin Guang, who was in a state of explosive kryptonian life, could react, the dark clouds formed by endless resentful spirits were torn into pieces by the violent fist.

The dark flames burning in Lu Wenwu's eyes burned through his gorgeous official robes.

He punched out with his left fist, and the Yin-Yang Judge's Pen, which was broken into two pieces, drew a wailing arc in the air. The splashing ink actually ignited the flowing Forgetful River.

The right palm with protruding joints grabbed King Qin Guang's face and pierced deeply into his facial features.

"Ah!" King Qin Guang couldn't help but scream.

"Damn it, it's you!"

The moment Lu Wenwu's five fingers tore downwards, an incredible and extremely powerful force burst out.

The Qi and blood had been stimulated to the extreme at this moment, and the seventh layer of the sky gate had faintly opened a crack. Even Lu Wenwu himself could hardly withstand this extremely violent power, and golden-red blood oozed out from the cracks in the dragon scales.

“Swish!”

Thunder and flames exploded at the same time, and the underworld that carried hundreds of millions of ghosts cracked into thousands of miles of charred ravines. The surging poisonous fire in the earth's lungs spewed out pillars of fire that soared into the sky, and even the deep earth veins had been cut off.

King Qin Guang's head and half of his body were directly torn apart by Lu Wenwu, and were torn in half alive!

The three Yamas are all dead!

(End of this chapter)