Chapter 483 If I had known earlier that divine soldiers could be bullied.
"Holy crap, is this thing even reliable?"
Somewhere on the Divine Weapon Continent, the lich Gris was riding on a slightly broken bone dragon, followed by a large army of undead creatures, and was cursing at the ball of light in his hand.
"I've been to three fucking places, and there's not a single hair! Apart from those core nodes of the formation that look like they're transmitting energy, there's no such thing as a bullshit inheritance."
On the side, Zhao Changhe's white robes fluttered, and his black hair danced wildly behind him. He still looked like a peerless swordsman, but with a bit more elegance.
But if you look closely, you can find that there are several uncoordinated parts on his body and his body movements are a little stiff.
He did not respond to Gris's words, but calmly swallowed an emerald green healing pill.
Feeling the power of the medicine spreading to his limbs and bones, the wounds caused by the previous battle were constantly repairing, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
With a wave of his left hand, a silver-white sword appeared in his hand out of thin air as if it had broken through space.
An extremely overbearing feeling of tearing and shattering grew from the edge of the sword, cutting many fine scars on the cuffs of the white robe, and a thin line of blood extended from the spine of the sword.
The new divine weapon, the Sky-Splitting Sword!
It masters extremely powerful laws of space and can shatter the void with a wave of its hand, with terrifying destructive power.
What's even more terrifying is that this sword is different from other sharp-edged flying swords.
Instead, it is filled with a feeling of a broad sword without a sharp edge, and great ingenuity without refinement.
Every time the sword is swung down, it is like a heavy hammer falling down, crushing everything it hits.
On the contrary, in terms of the cutting properties that a sword should have, the Sky-Splitting Sword is far inferior.
Originally, after Zhao Changhe and Gris encountered setbacks three times in a row, they planned to stop and rest for a while, first explore the distribution of power in this world and then make plans.
As a result, while these two were on their way, they happened to meet the original commander of the Sky-Splitting and Heaven-Slaying Sword, who had sacrificed his blood to the world. He relied on the lives of a large number of high-level warriors to forcibly improve the quality of the Sky-Splitting and Heaven-Slaying Sword.
As a powerful swordsman who is about to break through the bottleneck and enter the third stage of ascension to the godhood, Zhao Changhe cannot refuse such a powerful flying sword at all.
So, he teamed up with Zhao Changhe to kill the military commander, and the new divine weapon, the Sky-Splitting Sword, was also captured by him, and has now completed the initial refining.
In the eyes of ordinary people, divine weapons can only be worshipped as divine objects, but in the hands of true immortal cultivators, they are just weapons.
How could a flying sword that had just acquired combat power comparable to that of a second-stage Ascension God escape the suppression of a peak-level swordsman of the second-stage Ascension God?
Faced with the powerful sword intent that was infinitely deeper and more terrifying than its own, the newly upgraded Sky-Splitting and Heaven-Slaying Sword knelt down and submitted to Zhao Changhe.
Zhao Changhe was very satisfied with this.
Although the Sky-Splitting Sword is not as convenient as his own flying sword, it has intelligence and thinking speed that are no less than that of a transcendent, which greatly increases his combat power.
In contrast, Gris was not very satisfied.
The inheritance of the God of Weapon Refining was not found, but a magic weapon or sword was found.
His only harvest was a huge number of zombies and black warriors transformed from hundreds of warriors, plus a group of skeletons that "grew" from the ground.
Very, very huge.
It was so serious that even Gris, the god of the dead who had been killing people as a daily routine, was surprised.
He just casually released a signal of the emperor's arrival, but he didn't expect that the huge army of skeletons at the blood sacrifice site would immediately crawl out of the ground.
There were people shoulder to shoulder, and white skeletons piled up in a large area, with skulls stacked on top of skulls and bones stacked on top of bones.
At first glance, it looks like the ground has risen by more than two meters out of thin air, which is at least tens of millions of meters!
When Gris was controlling the transfer of these skeletons with a confused look on his face, a layer of ground at the blood sacrifice site was suddenly lost, and a huge pit appeared!
Only the lonely altar in the middle is still there.
This scene was so shocking that even Gris, a legitimate undead lich and a knowledgeable necromancer, couldn't hold back.
What on earth is happening in this world!
Why is it different from the information they already know?
Mass graves are not uncommon in the fantasy world.
Is it a bit of a pit for millions of people?
This does not include the fact that after being granted the Fire of the Undead, his body was shattered so completely that he was unable to get up.
The ancient frost dragon was flying in the sky, with a group of skeletons following it.
It looks like a gray-white ocean rushing, with some silver-white embellishments in it, and a little bit of magnificence.
"Byd, Lao Zhao, are you fucking dead? I'm talking to you, and you can hardly make a sound? If it really doesn't work, I'll just call you Zhao the Mute from now on. You can't even make a sound after being hit three times with a stick."
Gris's words are full of "mother" content. He can't speak without using some dirty words. He is like a human radio transmitter.
"How reliable are the things your newly acquired basket swords say? Could other 'outside demons' descend upon this niche treasure trove on the edge of chaos?"
"He's full of foul language, it's really filthy and disgusting."
Zhao Changhe was very frugal with his words towards his partner, and showed a hint of contempt on his face.
"The 'Outer Territory Demon' summoned by the Sky-Splitting Sword must be a parasite cultivated by the Godly Alliance. As those who bear great karma and responsibility, we must swiftly kill it upon learning of its existence, as a warning to others."
"Get lost, stop barking and using those uncultured words. You can't talk like a bitch, can you?"
Gris cursed even more foully, with no intention of holding back at all.
"Just tell me if this place called Wuling Mountain we're heading to is reliable. If there's nothing there, Master Gris will definitely break your fifth leg."
"The divine weapons are connected by secret methods. Half a month ago, a shocking wave erupted from the ascension platform at the top of Wuling Mountain. Everyone in the world knew about it. Didn't you see it?" Zhao Changhe said with a hint of displeasure. "Seven divine weapons have set an ambush around Wuling Mountain. Regardless of whether this person is a parasite in the Divine Alliance or not, he is doomed."
"Is that what I care about? What I care about is the inheritance of the god of weapon refinement! Inheritance! I'm an alchemist, do you know?"
The soul fire in Gris's eyes became more and more violent, and the crystal-like human head on the staff in his hand began to emit bursts of light.
"Seven divine soldiers equivalent to the second stage of divine ascension have set a tight net on that man. He's doomed. But what about us two brothers? We can defeat him, right? Also, can you guarantee with absolute certainty that your sword isn't a traitor?"
"You are the traitor! I have served my Lord faithfully!"
The Sky-Splitting and Heaven-Slaying Sword suddenly let out a shocking sword sound, and a powerful mental thought burst out.
"Oh"
Gris sneered contemptuously, not believing it at all.
As a qualified necromancer, he only believes in creatures and objects with which he has signed a soul contract.
Equipment that is refined simply by using mental power?
Unreliable!
"you!"
"alright!"
The Sky-Splitting Sword seemed to want to say something more and argue with Gris.
But he was scolded by Zhao Changhe.
Zhao Changhe reached out and grasped it, looking at Gris. "Your undead soul, can you fit Mount Sumeru into a mustard seed and carry it with you? Since obtaining the Sky-Splitting and Heaven-Slashing Sword, I've been meditating for several days and have gained a basic understanding of the wonders of space. Having the ability to activate space teleportation could save us a great deal of time."
Gris curled his lips, and used his own ability to float in the air, pointing his staff downwards.
A giant magic circle spanning an unknown number of miles emerged, and the powerful deep purple magic glow turned the earth into a blue-purple color.
When the halo dissipated, all undead creatures disappeared without a trace, even the Frost Bone Dragon with the power to become a god was no exception.
"Let's go. There's still some space. It doesn't hurt to take these cannon fodder with us."
"Um."
Zhao Changhe responded indifferently, raised his hand and slashed casually.
The tip of the sword seemed to pierce into the void, tearing and penetrating the solid space, and creating a huge gap in the blue sky.
Behind the gap is Wuling Mountain!
Apart from the faint glow of the blood veins on the ascension platform, this place looked no different from before. Everything was quiet and empty.
With a flick of his robe sleeves, Zhao Changhe flew forward on his sword, crossing the space crack.
Gris followed closely behind, with dark soul fire rising from the eye sockets of the skull on top of the staff, and a powerful magic that had been prepared long ago was ready to erupt at any time.
Once the enemy wants to attack, this magic can buy them time to evacuate and create a gap in the encirclement or formation.
There is a tense atmosphere.
However, perhaps because the Sky-Splitting Sword had communicated with several divine artifacts in advance, the divine artifacts that had been waiting here for a long time did not attack.
He just suddenly emerged from the air, and several mental waves locked the two of them, revealing his strong vigilance and hostility without any concealment.
"Welcome, both of you."
The Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron was silent for a moment, then swayed slightly, emitting a hint of goodwill.
"I have heard what the two of you have asked for: one is a divine weapon, and the other is inheritance."
"Divine weapons have spirits. Whether they can be recognized by one of our divine weapons is unknown. The needs of each divine weapon are different. If you want to become our partners, or even our masters, you must meet our needs."
Zhao Changhe fully agreed with Tianxuan Baoding's words.
He conquered the opponent with his own strength and became the master of the Sky-Splitting Sword.
This is a very normal thing in the world of immortal cultivation, and there is nothing wrong with it.
Gris didn't even listen.
Ever since he appeared here, his empty eyes have been fixed on the Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower, and he was almost drooling - unfortunately, he no longer has this ability.
A tower that can suppress and control the undead.
Hehehehe
This thing is destined to be with me, it’s destined to be with me!
That kind of direct gaze made the Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower feel extremely uncomfortable, and the entire tower trembled.
This kind of covetousness is too blatant!
What does this guy take me for?
Is it an ordinary object in the mortal world?
The Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower was very angry about this and was ready to teach this guy a lesson later.
"We are powerless to control the Martial Ancestor's inheritance, but there is a high probability that it was opened by someone from outside this domain. You can then check it out for yourselves."
Tianxuan Baoding spoke slowly, like a leisurely old man.
They only talked about cooperation, but kept silent about how difficult it was to become the true master of the magic weapon.
If you can cheat someone, you’ll cheat them.
Even after hundreds of years, it’s still unclear who will be the master of whom!
Although Tianxuan Baoding felt a little puzzled by what Liekong Zhantian Sword said, "Zhao Changhe has a comfortable and familiar aura," it began to stick to its own experience and judgment.
No one can become the master of divine weapons!
It's just a puppet!
"In essence, there should be no conflict of interest between us. You want the inheritance, and we want the people inside to die. If the people inside take the inheritance, you also need them to die."
"Maybe we can work together?"
"If the people inside come out alive, you can help us deal with them together. The magic weapons passed down to us will be useless, and they will all be yours."
"Afterwards, you can use your own abilities to try to become the one to sign a contract with our divine soldiers. You are not allowed to use coercive means, otherwise we will join forces to attack you."
"Is that so?"
Gris was still staring at the Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower and drooling, ignoring the words of the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron.
"good."
Zhao Changhe thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and agreed to the other party's intention, and agreed directly.
Although he and Gris took it as their mission to destroy the world, given the depth of this world, it was obviously not something they could destroy just by reaching the second level of godhood.
It is more reliable to play a game where the wind is favorable, take the benefits and leave.
There is no need to fight against these magical weapons.
The coordinates of this world are already known, and when they become strong in the future, they can return again.
Time has no meaning in their eyes, and waiting for tens of thousands of years is not a problem.
After the cooperation was confirmed, Zhao Changhe found a place to sit cross-legged, placed the Sky-Splitting and Heaven-Slaying Sword across his knees, and carefully comprehended the mystery of space.
As for Gris.
This guy immediately went to the Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower and started offering various high prices to try to entice the other party to go with him.
Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower admitted that he was a little moved.
But when it thought about giving up its freedom for these things and becoming a weapon for others in the future, it immediately became unhappy again.
It also didn't like Gris's appearance and "body shape".
My body feels dry, like dry firewood, without any energy or blood.
What the other party did was even more outrageous!
After much thought, this is the only way to describe Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower.
Faced with Gris's lavish spending, it began to feel a little disgusted. If it were not for the fact that killing the extraterritorial demon was more important, it would definitely teach the other party a lesson.
Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower doesn’t know.
Gris's behavior has a special adjective on the blue planet.
Pervert!
Just as Gris was entangled with the Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower, the blood-colored lines on the ascension platform shone brightly!
(End of this chapter)
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