Chapter 391: A Pure Thought, the Great Immortal Technique of Devouring Gods
Facing Lu Wenwu's sudden attack, the demon monk Shi Tian showed no panic on his face, and still maintained that torn expression that was difficult to tell between crying and laughing.
With a glance of his evil eyes, a ripple with colorful light appeared out of thin air.
His entire body disappeared out of thin air like a phantom on water waves the moment his fist power exploded, and then suddenly appeared not far away, sitting cross-legged in the air, with a faint sense of solemnity.
Beneath his body was a lotus pedestal that was very similar to the one under Lu Wenwu's feet.
However, Lu Wenwu's lotus platform was scarlet, like a flame made of coagulated blood burning.
The lotus platform under the Buddha's seat was a sickly white, as strange as a terminally ill patient.
The unstoppable fist force slammed into the ground without reservation. The earth-shattering explosion like a nuclear explosion lifted up large chunks of red and black earth and rocks as big as mountains, and then brought them down with even greater speed and flames.
It was like a meteor shower formed by a sinful fire.
Countless members of the resistance army who had not yet fully grown up were hit by the aftermath. They didn't even have a chance to scream before they turned into bloody mud, their bodies set on fire by the fire of sin.
An old man who had reached the god level tried to sublime himself to the utmost, forcibly using his cultivation to protect himself and break out of this area to draw a map.
But considering Lu Wenwu's current level of cultivation, even if it was just an ordinary aftermath, it was not something that these old gods who were about to die could easily resist.
Those who were luckier were helpless in the face of the true meaning of martial arts bursting out by the military killing fist, and barely managed to maintain their own defense.
He was unlucky and happened to be a little closer to the punch. His already limited vitality withered in an instant, like a candle in the wind.
The dry skin suddenly aged, and strange black flames ignited out of nowhere, burning the octogenarians into human torches one after another.
The Purgatory Dragon Breath, which has just been formed by the fusion of several powerful flames, is now terrifyingly powerful.
Even legendary equipment is as fragile as paper in front of it.
Once touched, it will turn into a ball of raw molten metal in just a few seconds, dripping onto the ground and mixing with the soil.
The gap between becoming a god is sometimes greater than that between humans and dogs.
Like the former Angry Dragon Knight Morales, even if he has returned to his peak, Lu Wenwu only needs one punch to kill him now.
This is what the body refining lineage looks like after it reaches perfection.
A simple and unpretentious punch is the ultimate move of extraordinary people from other systems.
Lu Wenwu's mind moved, and the Sky Fire Thunder Explosion, which had been cultivated to the pinnacle, was launched.
In an instant, an earth-shattering thunder and fireworks show erupted across the entire ground.
Amidst one explosion after another, endless thunder surged.
The lightning that had condensed to the extreme almost turned into lightning plasma and liquid electricity. The extremely high temperature melted everything and mixed it and spread it flatly in the giant deep pit formed by the punch and explosion just now.
Like a thundering lake!
The piercing and sharp roars of thunder and lightning drowned out the shrill screams. Only a few powerful gods with stronger cultivation were still roaring with all their might, trying their best to fight against this scene that seemed like a natural disaster.
Finally, when the sea of thunder quietly dissipated, only the black flames were left on the ground, still swaying and burning.
The base that originally belonged to the Salvation Resistance Army had long since disappeared, leaving only a huge crater on the ground, as if a piece of it had been dug out from the ground by an ancient giant.
There was still something soft and flat in the pit, which was terrifying, like a slime decompression toy that had been left there for a while.
The extreme high temperature and violent plasma melted all the man-made creations inside, decomposing these products extracted from nature into the most primitive particles, and merging them with nature again.
The mixture of metal and the viscous juice that was almost like glass reflected the eerie purple light from the destructive sun.
Except for a few of the most powerful gods, all the resistance forces that saved the world were wiped out!
In front of an absolutely powerful person, numbers seem so pale.
Below the level of gods, all beings are equal.
They didn't even have a chance to resist and died in the group attack that Lu Wenwu was least good at.
Even some people with extraordinary luck have obtained some life-saving equipment similar to the Hades' Pardon from the dungeon.
However, in front of Lu Wenwu's skyfire thunder explosion, which was a fusion of several kinds of spiritual fires of heaven and earth and amplified by two mythical equipment and mythical inscriptions, it seemed so pale and powerless.
Apart from extreme power, only rules can fight against rules.
The only thing that can counter extreme violence is more extreme violence.
The effectiveness of this kind of life-saving item is mostly below the level of becoming a god.
Even top-level items such as the Hades' Pardon and the Life and Death Talisman, which were made by powerful beings, can only be effective against attacks from a pseudo-first-level god.
Now, after being enhanced with countless amplifications, Lu Wenwu's casual attack is no longer something these life-saving items can withstand.
Countless precious equipment and props were completely destroyed by the Purgatory Dragon Breath and the Skyfire Thunder Explosion, and disappeared from this world forever.
Although his men were almost wiped out, the evil monk Shi Tian remained indifferent.
It was as if those dead transcendents and the divine transcendents who were fighting against the invasion of the Purgatory Dragon Breath had nothing to do with him, except that the aura emanating from his body became heavier.
Lu Wenwu was not in a hurry to launch the next attack, but was slightly surprised.
In his pair of pale golden vertical pupils, the direction of all energy was clearly visible.
He actually saw the countless broken souls that died in the blow he made flying up in confusion and gathering towards the center.
A chilling wind suddenly blew up, making the already dim abyss even more terrifying.
In the center of the storm, who else could it be but the evil monk Shi Tian?
How dare this bald donkey snatch food from me! ?
Lu Wenwu frowned, and all his devouring methods burst out at the same time.
Eat all evil, devour the sky and eat the earth, forge a body of god, be the nemesis of evil, subdue it with nine breaths, and a real man will not die naked!
When it comes to devouring, Lu Wenwu has never been afraid of anyone!
Especially now that his power has greatly increased after receiving the mythical inscription!
In an instant, a terrifying suction force that was countless times more terrifying than the lotus platform of the evil monk Shitian suddenly erupted, and countless souls and those invisible and intangible complex forces were siphoned into Lu Wenwu's body.
Abyssal demonic energy, spiritual power, heaven and earth elemental energy, power of merit, blood evil energy, soul fragments, and the essence of shattered equipment and props
Everything merged together and poured into his body!
Suddenly, the supreme power of refining and devouring was activated at the same time.
No matter how bizarre and insidious the matter and energy are, they will be refined by the unstoppable decomposition ability and transformed into energy to replenish the body and increase its purity.
Lu Wenwu felt that every cell in his body was cheering, and endless power was rising in his body.
The endless sea of blood is expanding, and the golden sun of merit is shining.
Streams of hot energy like steam surged through his body, infusing countless nutrients into his flesh and blood, and giving rise to stronger and heavier qi and blood.
The soul and the body are one.
After swallowing the essence of soul power extracted from the souls of tens of thousands of extraordinary people in one breath, Lu Wenwu felt that his mind was clearer than ever before, and even the basic reactions of his body experienced a sharp improvement.
Purity has been greatly improved!
Lu Wenwu gave a new name to this method, which was born from eating all kinds of evil and eventually fused from several kinds of devouring abilities.
The great art of eating gods!
Lu Wenwu believed that as long as he continued on this path, one day, even beings at the level of immortals and gods would become food to enhance his purity.
And this fusion of methods that belong to him alone will truly grow into a great magic!
There is no doubt about it!
It was as if he could deduce the most common killing move on the battlefield, the Military Dao Killing Fist, to the level of asking for the Dao!
This is his confidence!
Lu Wenwu enjoyed the meal very much.
The evil monk Shi Tian was torn apart.
Seeing the countless souls and flesh that originally belonged to him suddenly being devoured by Lu Wenwu, his eyes that were full of weirdness and divinity suddenly collapsed.
He was shocked and angry, and even the lotus platform he was sitting on took on a strange grayish-white color.
"As a lackey trained by the dungeon system, you actually possessed the power of the Demon Lord!"
The evil monk Shi Tian roared, his voice so hoarse and terrifying that it resembled the roar of a wild beast, as if his inner self was rapidly transforming into an inhuman direction.
The left half of his face showed an almost demonic rage, while the right half still retained human rationality, sneering mockingly.
"Refine the souls of intelligent creatures for your own use. Do you think the gods and Buddhas in the sky can tolerate your ability? They call it the most evil and wicked form of the devil! Even if you are lucky enough to escape with a trace of your soul today, once you are discovered by those gods and Buddhas who are worse than pigs and dogs, you will not be able to escape death!"
"Although I don't know what the Heavenly Demon Form and the Demon Lord you mentioned are, and I don't know what the gods and Buddhas think, but I think you must have made a mistake on one point."
It seems that this bald donkey can only feel the energy contained in the flesh and blood, and the soul itself?
He can't sense the equipment, props, evil energy, merits, and bloody energy that I devoured?
This level of skill is really low for trying to steal my food.
Lu Wenwu raised his eyebrows and stretched out his right index finger, waving it left and right.
"As an excellent ghost messenger, I have a file in the Demon Subduing Department. I work part-time as a keeper of the Bo'er elephant. I am well-versed in the laws of the underworld and possess the power to convict, sentence, enforce the law, and execute the punishment."
"As for the soul-devouring incident, at most it's just me stealing Bo'erxiang's job. It's no big deal. I won't even be verbally reprimanded. At most, I can give my 'Bo' something else and improve his food."
"Soul devouring? What's the big deal? There are so many souls scattered across the world, and so many soul fragments left. You can find a lot of them just by walking in a cemetery."
"What? Waiting for these soul fragments to decompose naturally before swallowing them is cultivation, but swallowing them directly is the form of a demon? Don't make me laugh, bald donkey, why don't you ask Vajra Yaksha Mingwang if he agrees with this statement? You are a Buddhist!"
"You are so eloquent and clever, do you think I have never been to the underworld?"
The left half of the demon monk Shi Tian's face was gritting his teeth, while the right half of his face was sneering more and more mockingly.
"Since when have you, a mere ghost messenger, been able to perform the duties of the Lord of the Underworld? Can you bear the responsibility of such an overstepping of authority?"
When faced with a situation that cannot be refuted, they change the subject and put accusations on others, forcibly occupying the high ground and starting to point fingers. This is one of the common techniques used by internet trolls.
The evil monk Shi Tian learned everything by himself.
"You're right, but this is the only specially recruited member of the Ghost Gate Security Bureau's special task force, a brilliant young man from the underworld."
A sinister smile appeared on Lu Wenwu's face. His heavy footsteps made the earth groan under the heavy burden, and his mountain-like body rushed forward like a meteor.
Internet troll tactics don't work very well here.
Doing this in reality can allow him to fast forward to the part he is best at - winning people over with virtue.
In a double sense.
"The laws of the underworld govern ghosts. What does it have to do with a living person like me? I'm the only young civil servant in the underworld!"
"Lord Yama is very reasonable!"
Faced with the blood-red giant fist that almost covered the sky, both halves of the demon monk Shi Tian's face were stunned for a moment.
Just now, he did feel through the prototype of his own law that the unique power of rules that belonged only to ghost messengers in Lu Wenwu was a subtle power that was blessed by the rules of the underworld.
No, you are a real ghost! ?
The evil monk Shi Tian is a little confused now. What does it mean to be the only young man among the civil servants in the underworld?
How did you, a living person, run to the underworld to become a ghost catcher, then run back to the world of the living, and still retain your identity as a ghost catcher?
And why are you so sure that the laws of the underworld do not apply to the living?
The CPU of the evil monk Shi Tian was almost burned out.
His distraction was only for a moment.
The Military Killing Fist with the Demonic Spear attached has arrived.
If the previous punch was still a test, Lu Wenwu had basically used all his strength in this punch.
The blood sea devil sword formed by the true meaning of martial arts slashed down from the air, and the endless sea of blood turned into a sinful fire that burned wildly.
The heavy energy and blood power wrapped around the explosive arm muscles and merged with the fist force, presenting a violent posture like a madly spinning spiral drill.
"When your men tried to overturn my egg pancake stall and slandered my egg pancakes as not tasty, your and their tragic fate was already sealed."
The ultimate power rises, and the fiery steam formed by qi and blood erupts.
This overwhelming punch even shook the extremely solid spatial barrier of the Endless Abyss. Countless tiny gaps and passages were twisted and collapsed, revealing a series of concave spatial ripples.
The surrounding space has been covered with countless fine cracks by the Killing Demonic Sword, which forcibly locks the demon monk Shi Tian's spatial movement ability and anchors it at the landing point of the fist.
"Die for me!"
(End of this chapter)
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