Chapter 287 Spiritual Vein! Spiritual Vein!
In the past, Lu Wenwu's control of power in every punch was extremely precise.
Apart from risking one's life, one punch is just enough to kill the opponent.
He had just broken through to the realm of all-powerful godhood, and was not yet able to control and release his strength freely.
Although the scene was spectacular, it was actually lacking in the use of force and a lot of energy was wasted.
Damn, not everyone can make a breakthrough on the battlefield.
It was a bit of a miscalculation.
Lu Wenwu stood there with all his might, intimidating everyone around him.
The pure and majestic dragon might swept across, murderous aura and killing intent were everywhere, and the large gap created by the full-strength attack of the military killing fist was not filled by the split creature for a while, and a blank area appeared on the entire battlefield.
This gave Lu Wenwu some breathing space.
Although the punch just now was exhilarating, it also cleared out the little remaining strength in his body.
His spiritual consciousness and physical strength were completely exhausted.
The reason why he could stand here without falling down was because of his inhuman willpower, and Maomao was also frantically converting his own strength to supply him.
"His Majesty!"
"Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor?"
In a trance, Lu Wenwu heard someone calling him.
He wanted to turn around and take a look, but he had no strength left.
Fortunately, those voices had come close to him, and an equally tall and solid body supported him, so that he no longer had to use his spiritual sense to forcibly maintain his standing.
It’s the old dragon Jiao Shengwu.
After transforming into a dragon body, Jiao Shengwu, who had a second spring, had the fastest killing speed on the battlefield among his contemporaries, and was promoted from a peak-level goalkeeper to a T0 combat force.
Only the Blood River Demon Lord, who is best at killing, can match him.
In addition to Jiao Shengwu, the Demon Lord Xuehe, the Infinite Sword Lord, the Buddha Lord Kongluo, and the Saint Lord Hengru were also present.
These five people can be considered the strongest in the world.
There were also several powerful men that Lu Wenwu had never seen before. Judging from their aura, they were also old guys at the peak of the Spirit Transformation stage, almost on the verge of ascension.
These people are not in good physical condition, and each of them has disordered breathing and injuries.
I'm just relying on the elixirs to regulate my breathing and hold on.
The left arm of one of them was even broken at the root, and a ball of corrupted power was entwined on it like a maggot on the tarsal bone. It was blocked by the great aura of Saint Hengru, so it did not affect his combat effectiveness too much.
Lu Wenwu took the opportunity to stuff pills into his mouth, and crushed the dozens of golden pills he had saved up and ate them.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to help you."
The Blood River Demon Lord raised his hand and blasted away a ungrateful split creature, saying.
"We've seen the current situation. If we don't deal with that True Demon Queen, we can't win this war. Brothers are risking their lives to fight against the enemy's energy. How can we win?"
"I know we're not as strong as you, but there's no way you can charge through on your own. Putting aside whether you can defeat the True Demon Queen, even if you can, can you withstand the endless stream of Splitting Organisms on your own?"
Lu Wenwu did not refute, what the other party said was indeed reasonable.
"We took advantage of the brief opening you created to attack us together," Saint Hengru added. "We still have a late-stage Spiritualization cultivator on the defensive line. We already arranged a deputy commander before the battle began, so there's no need to worry about disruptions along the front line."
Both of them have been in power for many years and have much more experience in warfare than Lu Wenwu.
Even though they didn't have the ability to analyze, they quickly grasped the essence of the matter.
In addition, Lu Wenwu has been trying to move forward, so they naturally understand what is the key to solving the problem.
It’s just that there are too many split organisms, and they are scattered in various small battle zones and defense lines. They simply don’t have the ability like Lu Wenwu to single-handedly rush to the center of the battlefield.
When Lu Wenwu broke through in the middle of the battle and shocked the creatures on the field for a moment, these True Gods who had seen the opportunity were extremely decisive.
They didn't even make eye contact, but they all seized the opportunity and gathered from all over the battlefield towards the first line of defense where Lu Wenwu was, and merged in the center.
After hearing the explanation from Saint Hengru, Lu Wenwu's expression eased slightly.
In such a large-scale battlefield involving millions of cultivators and tens of millions of monsters, once the commander-in-chief is lost, all the cultivators and monsters will be reduced to a pile of scattered sand.
The defense will collapse incredibly quickly.
Not to mention the greater battlefield pressure and higher intensity of war that the defense line itself will face after the top combat forces are withdrawn.
Saint Hengru got straight to the point: "Including you, the ten of us are already the strongest force in the world. If we join forces, is it possible for us to defeat the Loose Immortals?"
"I don't know." Lu Wenwu confessed directly, "But we have to try, right? There's no other way."
The Blood River Demon Lord interrupted, "Honestly, I personally think the chances of this plan succeeding are slim. Even if we can reach the True Demon Queen, and even if that Splitting Organism's combat power is at the bottom of its realm, I don't think we can withstand the siege of hundreds of late-stage Spiritualization cultivators."
"It's still what Your Majesty said just now. We must try, right? We have no other options." Wuliang Jianzun said, "Let's give it a try. As long as we can kill the True Demon Queen, these Split Organisms will be nothing but rootless duckweed. Even if the Doomsday Line is breached, we will eventually be able to wipe them out completely."
"Amitabha, what the infinite donors said is absolutely true."
The empty Buddha still had that calm expression and indifferent tone.
If his robes didn't have those torn marks, and his simple grey robes weren't stained with large patches of blood, he would still be a very "highly accomplished monk".
"Then let's do it."
Lu Wenwu grinned and sat cross-legged on the spot.
"Return to the first line of defense and hold my position for an hour. I need to adjust myself, and you all need to take turns recovering as well."
Without saying a word, the old dragon transformed into a real dragon, carried Lu Wenwu on his back and was about to turn around and go back, but he suddenly stumbled and his body sank.
He was almost crushed to the ground by a terrifying force. He instantly mobilized his innate demonic power to support himself with all his strength. Only then did he manage to stand firm and took difficult steps towards the first line of defense.
It was not a physical heaviness, but a huge sense of oppression on the soul.
He looked back at the source of the pressure and couldn't help but gasp.
That’s the Dragon Mansion!
Has His Majesty the Dragon Emperor been fighting under this kind of pressure?
The old dragon's admiration for Lu Wenwu reached a new level. This powerful force deserves his heartfelt respect.
No matter what, this is also a top-level war weapon personally refined by the Dragon Ancestor, and it is a true immortal weapon.
Essentially, it's something that shouldn't even appear in the Nether, let alone be used.
This is also the reason why Lu Wenwu has always maintained his half-human, half-dragon body, and even when he reached his limit, he did not use his pure human body, which consumes less energy, to fight.
If it weren't for the resonance of the dragon bloodline, the strength of the Purgatory Dragon Body, and the magical virtue of the body refining technique, he would not be able to drive such a powerful top-level war weapon.
This is like a child playing with a Guandao, not to mention fighting with such spiritual pressure - even if he doesn't need to provide energy!
Lu Wenwu, noticing the old dragon's difficulty, smiled helplessly, turned over and jumped down, moving step by step back behind the first line of defense.
The other few peak-level Jindan realm masters also followed him.
Once they returned to the area between the first and second lines of defense, everyone's pressure dropped sharply.
Facing a large number of split organisms in the middle and late stages of the Divine Transformation Realm, it is very difficult to resist.
But when the nine peak powerhouses join forces, it is easy to block them for those below the early stage of transformation. Often, a large number of people can be knocked down after one spell.
They killed silently, recovered silently, and waited silently.
The nine people who came here knew it well.
This forced beheading will most likely result in death.
But they did not look back.
Lu Wenwu recovered quickly.
With the help of the elixir, he recovered to his peak in less than half an hour.
This terrifying recovery ability amazed all the powerful gods.
As expected, he is the Dragon Emperor!
Lu Wenwu stood up, stretched his muscles, and glanced at the Dragon Mansion which was unfolding its Great Wall of Purgatory.
"We need to hurry. The reserves of low-grade spirit veins here are less than 2,000, and the spirit veins at the edge of the world have all burned out. The situation is not optimistic."
Lu Wenwu’s previous words about cherishing every second were not empty words.
When the war form of Purgatory Wall is deployed, the resources consumed every second are astronomical.
According to the current intensity of the war and the number of participants and their cultivation level, a complete low-grade spiritual vein can only last for one minute!
For every twenty-four hours of fighting, one thousand four hundred and forty spirit veins will disappear from this world forever.
And all the low-grade spiritual veins on land and in the sea combined only number about 6,000!
They have to speed up.
If we fight to the end, even if we can defeat the True Demon Queen, it will be meaningless.
A world without spiritual veins and modern technology is completely powerless to resist the corrupt forces that permeate the world.
The whole world will gradually disappear.
"The rate of consumption of spiritual veins has remained the same since the start of the war. This is not a good phenomenon. We have suffered heavy casualties." Lu Wenwu said again.
In the Purgatory Great Wall form, in addition to the spiritual vein power to maintain the basic consumption after deployment, the energy consumption will also increase and decrease accordingly based on the strength and number of participating creatures, as well as the overall intensity of the war.
If we follow normal logic, the number of fission biomass has been continuously increasing and the pollution concentration has been rising.
In this way, the consumption of the Purgatory Wall should continue to increase.
But now, consumption is the same as when the war began, which can only mean one thing.
The coalition forces composed of monks and monsters are suffering large-scale deaths in battle!
Because there is no need to bless more living beings, the consumption remains unchanged as one increases while the other decreases!
Hearing Lu Wenwu's reminder, the nine strong men all looked serious, their spiritual power surged, and they stepped back into the battlefield in front of the first line of defense with a determined look.
Lu Wenwu, who had returned to his peak, had dark dragon flames burning on his body, and the dazzling golden battle pattern shone brightly.
"Use me as the spearhead, charge!"
Southern mainland.
Duan Chaolong had been flying on the flying sword, taking his silly apprentice with him for two days and two nights without sleep. When he was hungry, he would take a fasting pill.
At this time, his eyes were bloodshot, like those monks who had gone astray.
But he didn't dare stop, not even for a moment.
All the villages and cities I passed by in the past three days were deserted. I guess the Immortal Dao Alliance had made preparations and transferred these mortals in advance.
This would not be a random shot, it must have been anticipated.
Staying here means death, we must run!
Therefore, only when the spiritual power in the body has been squeezed out of every bit, Duan Chaolong will drop his flying sword, lead Liu Erniu to move forward on foot, take out a spirit stone to replenish some spiritual power, and then continue on the road.
Even urinating is done on the flying sword!
Duan Chaolong didn't think there was anything shameful about this, as he was not some immortal master.
I'm just a small foundation-building cultivator struggling at the bottom of the world of immortal cultivation. Just staying alive is tiring enough, so how can I have the energy to maintain some messy ethics and morals in such an uninhabited place?
The black fog that covered the mountains and fields followed behind, like a death warrant.
After seeing several Yuanying Zhenjun being devoured and assimilated with his own eyes, he was almost scared to death and rushed madly towards the north.
After three days, no matter how stupid Duan Chaolong was, he had already discovered it.
The fact that he could run faster than those Nascent Soul True Lords and temporarily resist the erosion of the black mist was not because he was so powerful.
He was just relying on the jade pendant on his chest that sealed a low-grade spiritual vein.
"Master, bless me, Master, bless me"
Duan Chaolong muttered to himself, continuously squeezing out spiritual power from his Dantian foundation and sending it into the flying sword that was already trembling due to excessive use.
Liu Erniu handed him a pill with a worried look on his face, and advised anxiously, "Master, we only have three Qi-recovering pills left. We are already very far away from the black fog. You should take a rest."
Duan Chaolong, his eyes red, took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp. Without even turning his head, he replied, "Rest? With the speed at which the black fog is spreading, we'll be caught up soon! The teleportation array is broken. If we don't fly day and night, how can we both survive?"
Liu Erniu shrank his neck and stammered, "Master, why don't you just leave me behind? I've always been clumsy, and the sect lost me because of me."
For a moment, Duan Chaolong was really moved.
He really wanted to throw this burden away and fly away on his sword alone.
If he were alone, he would have already left the danger zone completely by now.
I can’t say I can sleep soundly, but at least I can have a good sleep and eat a hot meal.
He looked down on this silly apprentice from the very beginning.
He is stupid, has little talent, and is extremely cowardly.
But, humans are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless?
Even if you raise a cat or a dog, it carries with it emotions!
After going through so many things together, Duan Chaolong had already sincerely accepted his silly apprentice.
(End of this chapter)
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