Chapter 240: The indescribable foreign demon launched an attack in the south
The Skyfire Demon God, who was secretly observing in the prison, looked at the scene in front of him and fell silent.
Good news: A rich man has come, he probably doesn't look down on me as the spirit of the world
Bad news: The rich guy is a little too rich, he may not even care about this small world
Turtle
Nine medium-grade spiritual veins.
As a former peak-level god who was only half a step away from ascending to heaven, he understood very well the value of this.
Although Lu Wenwu didn't say it, the Skyfire Demon God knew in his heart that the other party must have a top-grade spiritual vein in his hand.
Even the legendary top-grade spiritual veins are possible.
And now the Skyfire Small World.
Well.
It's really tragic that there are only two top-grade spiritual veins in total.
One is in the trial world, and the other is in the trial treasure house.
The Skyfire Demon God felt very melancholy.
It felt like the end of my prison sentence was once again a distant prospect.
Unfortunately, this world spirit who changed his career halfway is in name only.
Before passing the final trial, all permissions were locked, which made it difficult for him to do things similar to the Little Heavenly Dao like other world spirits.
Being able to release some information to the outside world and simulate some auras that are fatally attractive to the demon clan to attract people to open the Sky Fire World is already the limit of what he can do.
All I can say is.
What the Spirit of the World has achieved is somewhat of a failure.
Just as Lu Wenwu and his group were on their way to Zhennan City, the city was in complete chaos.
This is an entire legion!
The most elite First Hunting Corps!
The main force of Zhennan City!
A legion with a total of 970 Jindan and 30 Yuanying!
All members except Jia Yongchang, the grandson of the Blood Pattern Ancestor, died!
The killer's red mark was so glaring that it almost turned the entire bronze mirror blood red!
In this big city with a population of hundreds of thousands, although there are countless foundation-building cultivators, the two realms of Golden Core and Nascent Soul cannot be easily reached with the help of Life Armor.
Of course, the cultivation of the Armored Cultivators who possess Life Armor and Blood Armor crystals is smoother and easier than that of normal human cultivators.
But there is one issue that cannot be ignored.
There is not enough spiritual energy to share in the Tianhuo small world!
There are only five mid-grade spiritual veins and one high-grade spiritual vein in the entire world.
Just like in the main world, a mid-grade spiritual vein is only available to the cultivators of the Tianxing Sect, and even the remaining energy can be provided to the independent cultivators of Tianxing City to benefit from it.
In the Tianhuo small world, there are too many Jiaren cultivators.
Imagine that if hundreds of thousands of foundation-building cultivators in the city were cultivating together, how could the spiritual energy of a mid-grade spiritual vein be enough to divide?
How can there be enough spirit stones?
How can all cultivators be eligible to obtain cultivation resources?
It is precisely because of this situation that although the Jia people have many cultivators per capita, the number of Yuanying and Shenhua powerful people is not that large.
If they did not possess the innate ability to form battle formations, they would have been killed by the monsters that could rely on the sun and moon to cultivate.
In this environment, whoever has the stronger ability to acquire resources will have the last laugh.
In the center of Zhennan City, among the majestic buildings.
"Ancestor, what should we do next? That foreign demon god is already heading our way! The young master is still in his hands!"
A man in red armor was crawling on the ground, with a look of grief and anger on his face. He suppressed his sorrow and asked the old man in golden armor who was sitting on the throne.
What's strange is that the old man in the golden armor is not pure gold, but has red lines one after another.
These lines flickered, flickering with the old man's breathing, flowing continuously as if they had life, interweaving into one complex and mysterious pattern after another, and actually condensed into some forbidden magic arrays.
Judging from the terrifying aura emanating from the other party, it was obvious that this was the Blood Pattern Ancestor mentioned by Jia Yongchang, the leading figure of Zhennan City.
Relying on his superb blood-patterned life armor casting technique, he advanced to the God Transformation Realm and made rapid progress all the way to the middle stage of the God Transformation Realm.
Under his leadership, Zhennan City has grown from a small border town originally called Zhennan Pass into one of the top five largest cities in the world. He has almost wiped out all the surrounding demons and seized a precious mid-grade spiritual vein!
But now, everything is ruined because of the arrival of a demon god from outside the domain.
The elite troops that the Blood Pattern Ancestor had painstakingly trained for many years were all killed in one day, and even his beloved grandson was captured by the enemy. Zhennan City was like a city that had returned to the pre-liberation era overnight.
"Organize the troops and prepare for battle."
The Blood Vein Ancestor's voice was cold, like an emotionless machine, and no emotion could be heard in it.
"The demon god from outside the domain has arrived. I will personally lead you to form the Luotian Immortal Armor Formation and slay this beast!"
"kill!"
The red-armored monks in the hall roared in unison, and murderous intent filled the air.
The next moment, a strong wind blew in the hall.
All the Jiaren cultivators disappeared in an instant.
When they appeared again, they were already on the top of the city wall.
The destruction of the First Hunting Corps was certainly a heavy blow, but Zhennan City was not completely without men capable of fighting.
All the tribesmen above the Jindan level in Zhennan City were summoned and stood on the city wall, waiting to form a formation to resist the enemy.
More than three hundred Jindan and the only ten remaining Yuanying Jia people lined up here, holding on to the combat magic weapons in their hands tightly.
Even though the ancestor is here in person, it is impossible to say that I am not nervous.
The enemy is capable of killing the First Legion single-handedly, and all of us old, weak, and sick people combined are not enough to defeat him alone.
This is also true even when forming a formation.
Time passes by every second.
Just when the atmosphere had become extremely tense, suddenly, a cloud with a tail of fire came from far away and quickly approached the direction of Zhennan City.
"Buzz—buzz—"
A series of violent buzzing sounds rang out, and the alarm spread throughout the city in an instant.
Although the cultivators of the Jiaren tribe are slightly weak in other aspects, they are extremely proficient in refining equipment and forming formations.
They possess many of the same capabilities that technological civilizations possess.
When the alarm sounded and the Jiaren monks were on the alert, a powerful and majestic aura suddenly spread.
The Blood-Pattern Ancestor in golden armor rose from the ground and confronted Lu Wenwu and others who were standing still in the air.
The aura that was so horrifying that one couldn't help but suppress it made the Jiaren cultivators no longer as nervous as before, and they felt much more at peace.
This is their ancestor!
One of the top three blood-marked ancestors in the world!
The invincible ancestor who led the development and growth of Zhennan City!
The sun is shining and the wind is howling.
The first sound was Jia Yongchang's heart-wrenching cry: "Grandpa! It's me! I am Yongchang! The Tyrannosaurus Ancestor is gone..."
"Shut up right there! You spineless thing, you've brought shame upon our Jiaren clan!"
The Blood-Pattern Ancestor, who was extremely angry, was as heavy-hearted as a bell, with a gloomy and old face, and he shouted loudly.
"A demon from outside the domain, you killed my people and butchered my descendants, and now you're showing off your might in front of Zhennan City. Do you really think that my Jiaren race is made of clay?"
Ignoring Jia Yongchang who was feeling lost and then panicking again on the auspicious cloud, Lu Wenwu looked at the Blood Pattern Ancestor with a playful look in his eyes.
There was no majestic aura, no cold voice.
Lu Wenwu just raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said lightly: "Are you afraid of me?"
The Blood Pattern Ancestor's expression suddenly changed, and the aura on his body exploded, as if a god had descended to earth.
"Demon from outside the domain, stop your arrogant words! If you dare to take another step forward, I will make you know the true meaning of power!"
Lu Wenwu still had the same expression as before, and his voice was still calm, but the tone had changed to affirmative.
"You are afraid of me."
In Lu Wenwu's eyes, the Blood-Marked Ancestor at this moment was like a tiring lion in his old age who looked fierce on the outside but was actually weak on the inside.
The influence is still there, but the strength is not as strong as it used to be.
This is like a big brother in the underworld.
When someone attacks, even though the eldest brother is old and frail, he can still be the same eldest brother as before by slitting the attacker's throat with a single blow of his knife.
However, if after someone attacks, the eldest brother just uses his former reputation to intimidate the enemy and tries to make them retreat on their own.
It is estimated that the big brother will have a hard time surviving the next month.
Lacking experience in fighting others, the Blood Pattern Ancestor immediately revealed his true thoughts.
It is indeed unfair to say that he was afraid of Lu Wenwu.
But it was true that he did not want to go to war with Lu Wenwu and hoped that he would give up when he saw the difficulty.
It's just that he wants both face and substance, which Lu Wenwu cannot satisfy.
Maomao disappeared quietly, turning into flame patterns and condensing into the fire of the evil fight.
Lu Wenwu turned his head to look at the two new pets and chuckled.
"Keep an eye on him, don't let him die, and be prepared to clean up the battlefield."
"How dare you!"
How good is the hearing ability of a cultivator who has reached the state of Divine Transformation?
The two sides were only one or two kilometers apart, and Lu Wenwu did not deliberately eliminate the sound, so the Blood Pattern Ancestor naturally heard it.
The Blood Pattern Ancestor, who felt that he was being despised by the other party, suddenly became furious. He knew that this battle would not end peacefully, and his fighting spirit and murderous intent reached the extreme in an instant.
"Luotian Immortal Armor Formation, form!"
"boom!"
With the Blood Vein Ancestor as the center, a huge battle shadow instantly took shape, bursting out with an unparalleled terrifying pressure.
That is the power of the late stage of transformation into a spirit, and it is the limit that cannot be cultivated in this world!
The concentration of spiritual energy in this world is not enough to support the emergence of the late stage of transformation.
Only by condensing the battle shadows can they be superimposed!
Feeling the surging power in his body, the Blood Pattern Ancestor's expression became increasingly gloomy, as if water could drip out of it.
If the First Legion still existed and formed the Tianxian Armor Formation, its power could even reach the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm, with a slight possibility of breaking through the shackles of space!
But all this was ruined because of the person in front of him!
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color.
In the mighty airflow, the blood patterns on the Blood Pattern Ancestor's armor suddenly bloomed, and corresponding blood-colored patterns also appeared on the body of the golden battle shadow. The originally illusory shadow of the life armor now seemed real.
Within the shadow of battle, the Blood Pattern Ancestor used a secret method to spread the original god, connecting the power of heaven and earth and connecting the spirits of all things.
His life-saving magic weapon, the spear, and his life armor strangely expanded to match the huge battle shadow.
Even his entire body seemed to merge with the war shadow, becoming one whole.
Suddenly, Zhan Ying's originally dull and rigid eyes became lively.
With a flash of his figure, the spear in his hand shot straight towards the direction where Lu Wenwu was!
"die!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The tip of the spear had not yet arrived, but the terrifying spear intent seemed to twist the heaven and earth into a spiral.
Golden light burst out, and sharp gun shadows completely submerged Lu Wenwu, and gunshots erupted.
Lu Wenwu raised his hand and looked at his arm which was bleeding. Feeling the powerful force contained in the shot, he suddenly closed his eyes, opened his arms as if enjoying it, and showed a look of joy on his face.
"This level of purity is truly terrifyingly strong."
“Extremely arrogant!”
The Blood Pattern Ancestor was extremely furious. Wherever his spear passed, there were sharp whistles and explosions, and sonic booms exploded in the air.
Just when the tip of the gun was less than half a meter away from him, Lu Wenwu's eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly threw a punch with a grim smile.
In an instant, a boundless sea of blood descended.
The terrifying mental shock instantly rushed out in all directions, and even the battle-hardened Blood Pattern Ancestor was stunned for a moment.
That is the blood evil condensed from billions of lives, the most terrifying karma in the world.
He boasted that he practiced in the flames of war and was born bathed in blood. Even the blood patterns he was proud of were forged in killing.
But in front of this endless sea of blood, the killing he had done with all his might for thousands of years seemed so insignificant and ridiculous, as if mocking his incompetence.
Lu Wenwu did not give the Blood Vein Ancestor time to be stunned.
The military killing fist was thrown out, and the punch with the demon spear attached collided with the war shadow spear, and a roar was emitted that was enough to pierce the eardrums.
"boom!"
The violent airflow exploded in an instant, and the few white clouds between the sky and the earth turned into ashes.
The battle shadows led by the Blood Pattern Ancestor himself, which gathered all the remaining main battle armor human cultivators in Zhennan City, were actually suppressed in this confrontation!
The Blood-Marked Ancestor, who was hit and staggered, could not accept it.
Even if it was just a test, what right did the other party have!
He did not feel any fluctuation of spiritual power, nor did he feel any mobilization of the power of heaven and earth.
It was just as if there was a kind of "momentum" blessing, and he relied entirely on the strength of his physical body to punch out.
But how is this possible?
Even the immortal who created this world in the legend couldn't have such powerful physical strength, right?
"kill!"
The Blood Pattern Ancestor's heart was ice-cold, and his cruelty and murderous intent surged again.
Before the war shadow could completely stabilize its body, hundreds of long swords with different attributes had already flown out of its body, as neatly and uniformly as if they were one sword.
These magical weapons belonging to different cultivators were mobilized by the Blood Pattern Ancestor and formed into a sword formation in a very short time, heading towards Lu Wenwu to strangle him.
A heart-pounding sword intent bursts out.
Endless sword energy blocked all of Lu Wenwu's dodging positions.
A pure sword formation composed of hundreds of flying swords shot out, carrying an unmatched sharpness to kill, which was many times sharper than the flying swords of ordinary cultivators!
A cultivator who has reached the stage of Divine Transformation can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and the power he can unleash with just a wave of his hand is extremely incredible.
Now with the support of battle shadows and formations, the Blood Pattern Ancestor's sword formation has an unstoppable feeling, as if it is going to chop Lu Wenwu into pieces with one blow!
In the center of the sword formation, the smile on Lu Wenwu's face became more and more intense.
Flying sword?
Sword formation?
Just right!
This time it finally tastes right!
Without a flying sword, what’s the point of cultivating immortality!
(End of this chapter)
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