Chapter 488: Identity Exposed, But Not Completely
At the moment when Zhao Changhe's life breath disappeared, Gris, who was riding on the back of the Frost Bone Dragon, was struck by lightning and suddenly spit out a mouthful of dirty black liquid. Even the skull on the top of the staff that was constantly spewing soul fire stopped for a moment.
“Damn it!”
He cursed, suppressed his physical weakness, and pulled hard towards the center of the explosion as if he was dragging something.
He forcibly pulled out a corpse whose head and left shoulder were missing, and it appeared out of thin air on the back of the bone dragon.
Thick blood continued to flow out of the burnt and blackened wound, with a faint trace of gray-black substance mixed in it.
It’s Zhao Changhe!
The vitality of his physical body had completely dissipated, his natal spirit sword had been completely destroyed into a twisted ball of scrap metal, and his head and half of his body had been smashed to pieces by Lu Wenwu's military killing fist, which had unleashed its magical powers.
But a strange force actually protected his damaged soul and did not completely dissipate.
A small and exquisite crystal skull statue, about the size of a fist, was covered with cracks and was constantly emitting a strange glow, which completely enveloped Zhao Changhe's broken body.
"The soul returns, the corpse moves, and the flesh and blood come alive!"
As Gris continued to chant the difficult and mysterious spell.
The crystal skull statue hanging on his chest exploded and shattered into powder.
Countless points of light actually supported Zhao Changhe's soul as it quickly returned to his broken body, slowly stabilizing the spiritual power that had not yet been completely destroyed in this body that was constantly losing strength.
A gray line similar to a resentful one quickly grew, reactivating the flesh and blood that was on the verge of death, constantly repairing and stitching his broken body.
Gris's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent and resentment when he looked at Lu Wenwu. His eyes, burning with the fire of the soul, stared straight at the heroic body bathed in thunder and flames, without blinking.
Lu Wenwu, with his upper body naked, twisted his neck, grabbed the Sky-Splitting Sword that was trying to tear through space and escape, grinning grimly.
"You're not even sparing your companions' bodies? You're truly an inherently evil old lich."
Gris was not affected by his words and continued to look at him viciously as before.
The mummy-like face hidden in the black robe was so gloomy that it seemed as if water was dripping out of it.
Lu Wenwu slowly raised the Sky-Splitting and Heaven-Slaying Sword that was constantly struggling to escape. He slowly applied force with his fingers, and a teeth-grinding sound of metal deformation was heard from the hilt of the sword.
The violently fluctuating mental waves continued to convey fear and wailing.
He was equally unmoved, and just stared back in the direction of Gris. The muscles in his body kept wriggling, repairing the wounds he had suffered in the previous battle, and his momentum slowly and firmly rose.
"I underestimated you, Changhe too!"
Gris's voice sounded like the noise made by two broken pieces of wood rubbing against each other.
Even though there is no fluctuation in the tone, the fear hidden in the voice cannot be erased no matter what.
Suddenly, in the next second, he suddenly revealed a sinister smile, followed by an almost insane laugh.
That unpleasant laughter even attracted the attention of the other side of the battlefield, and Tianxuan Baoding, who was fighting fiercely with Xiaobao, couldn't help but pay attention to the changes happening here.
"I thought the appearance of the White Tiger Lord's descendant was unexpected, but I never expected that while I was trying to relax by collecting money, I would unexpectedly catch a shark like you!"
"Oh?" Lu Wenwu raised his eyebrows. "Is there anything special about me? I just wiped out the Blue Star traitor you supported. It shouldn't be a big deal, right?"
"Hehe, it seems you don't know the origin of the cultivation method you practice."
The soul fire in Gris's eyes suddenly surged and instantly turned into a blood-red color.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have believed that the great demon Kong Nu, who once wreaked havoc on the Chaos Sea, had actually been inherited by someone else. If I could transform you into one of my own kind, haha."
Gris did not continue with the second half of the sentence.
But even if you use your knees to think, you know that it will probably be some classic lines.
It's nothing more than some kind of reward from above, dealing a fatal blow to the opponent's spirit, turning from evil to good, and so on.
A trace of fear suddenly appeared on Gris's face, as if he was recalling something not so pleasant.
"That old fellow, full of nonsense and harping on about 'benevolence, righteousness, and propriety' all the time. Fortunately, he is dead. Fortunately, his legacy has been cut short."
Having said that, Gris's smile became more and more unbridled, and the fire of his soul kept flickering.
"Even if you inherited half of his legacy, it would be useless. The boxing style that could beat members of our tribe to their knees, causing them to cry and abandon their tribe, has long since disappeared into the long river of history."
"You are not him after all! You can never be him! There will never be another Great Demon Kong Nue! Without the inheritance of the Origin Law, you are nothing but a rootless duckweed. Not only will you be unable to achieve anything, but you will also be coveted by others."
"Like you?"
Lu Wenwu moved his body and stretched his muscles.
The completely repaired body made a crackling sound like popping beans.
"Yeah, like me."
Gris unabashedly stuck out his tongue and licked his dry, black lips.
"Even though half of the most core inheritance is missing, the body-building method left by the great demon Kong Nue is still one of the top inheritances in the body-building lineage, and it has the potential to reach the pinnacle."
"For a true God of the Dead, your body, which has been tempered to near-perfect perfection, holds a fatal attraction for me. It is more beautiful and attractive than any of my collections."
"Although you're ugly and have wishful thinking, your purity seems to be very high!" Lu grinned, stretched out his palm, and hooked it in his direction, "If you want my body, then come and fight!"
"As you wish." Gris also laughed.
"Come and fight!"
Lu Wenwu's eyes became more and more excited, and he made a boxing stance.
With his feet in a bow stance, his heart beat like thunder, transporting a steady stream of Qi and blood to every corner of his body, erupting with a breath as heavy as a mountain.
“Swish!”
A magic scroll with strong spatial fluctuations suddenly exploded, and a silver light like a stairway to heaven connected the sky and the earth, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.
Judging from the sound, the sound of the magic scroll being torn actually came from Gris's shriveled body.
The most advanced space transfer scroll!
This kind of thing that can be used as a life-saving trump card can even break through the barriers of the world. It can be called a one-time portal within the world.
This old lich, who has lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, is extremely arrogant and doesn't care about the high cost of consumables at all.
The battle was not over yet, and he didn't even want the hundreds of thousands of cannon fodder undead creatures he released, and ran away with Zhao Changhe's body that was still being repaired!
Looking at the deserted battlefield, Lu Wenwu was stunned.
no? ? ?
What happened to what I said?
I have my fists ready, and you show me this?
He never expected that the other party would turn around and run away just after making the harsh words.
Lu Wenwu couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Were the opponents he had met before a little too martial?
A true evil magician might be like this, using every possible means in battle, even words can be a weapon to mislead the enemy, and his main strategy is to run away if he can't win.
What is face?
Does not exist.
I think so.
I have already transformed myself into an undead creature and become a lich for eternal life. Why should I care about face?
But what Lu Wenwu didn't quite understand was that Gris shouldn't have chosen to retreat so easily.
Both the Eye of True Sight and his subconscious sixth sense clearly told him that the other party was very strong, extremely strong.
The aura revealed in his every move was even greater than that of the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron, which was at the half-step celestial level.
If the reason why he was slacking off in the battle before killing Zhao Changhe was that he misjudged his own strength and did not want to exert so much effort.
But after discovering his own secret, and with the situation on the battlefield looking good and allies helping him, why did he retreat?
Lu Wenwu didn't understand this at all.
It can't be that he is in a hurry to collect Zhao Changhe's body, right?
Judging from the professional qualities of an elite ghost catcher, there is absolutely no possibility for Zhao Changhe to be resurrected perfectly.
The gray substance that repairs the body is not a ritual of resurrection. It even carries a strong sense of death, as if it is something condensed from the law of death supplemented by part of the law of life.
The military killing fist comes with extremely terrifying soul damage.
The previous punch not only broke Zhao Changhe's body, but also severely damaged his soul, destroying at least half of it.
In this situation, it is impossible to resurrect a person directly with half of the remaining soul, even if there are means to protect a part of the true spirit in advance.
Perhaps a strong person at the level of immortals and gods can do it, but in the realm of ascension, there is basically no such possibility.
Even if he is forcibly resurrected, his intelligence will be defective and he will most likely be a fool.
Could it be used to create undead creatures?
But all the points added by sword practitioners are on spiritual will and swordsmanship.
Without a sword and that invincible will, even if a swordsman is transformed into a black knight or a zombie, can he still unleash the strength he had before birth?
It's like the sword god Ryuma who was forced into the shadow in One Piece.
He was a top swordsman in his lifetime, but after his death his body was forcibly driven and he was only at the level of a small minion in the new world.
That's all.
There is not much point in thinking about these things now. We should quickly join forces with Xiaobao and leave here.
He took advantage of the opponent's underestimation to achieve success, but the situation of Xiaobao, who was fighting against seven divine weapons alone with the strength of a cat, was very bleak.
With the combined efforts of seven divine weapons at the divine artifact level, and some pre-arranged means, even a portion of the power of Heaven can be forcibly mobilized.
This was like fighting against the original power of half the world, plus seven powerful divine weapons whose power was no less than his own.
Not to mention victory, even if they have been able to hold on until now and have not been defeated, it is the result of the lack of unity among the divine soldiers, coupled with Xiaobao's incredible fighting power.
Under this level of siege, an ordinary peak-level second-level god would be killed instantly in one encounter.
Even those who have already completed the construction of their own laws at the third level of ascension dare not guarantee victory.
If it weren't for the White Tiger God's natural suppressive power on the magic weapon to offset some of the opponent's strength, Xiaobao would have been defeated long ago no matter how powerful he was.
The suppression by the power of heaven and earth is unreasonable.
"Xiaobao, I'm here to help you!"
Lu Wenwu roared and stomped his feet hard, charging forward like a moving mountain, rushing into the battlefield with the most brutal and unreasonable attitude.
"You are such a bloodthirsty fool!" Tianxuan Baoding's spiritual fluctuations were full of disdain.
It doesn't know what the great demon Kong Nue represents.
It only knew that the guy rushing into the battlefield had great brute force but no brains.
The victory on the other side of the battlefield was achieved by relying on the negligence of those two rubbish from another world. It was not fair at all.
So, what is there to fear?
Thunderclouds rolled in the dome like living things, and the purple lightning split the scorched earth, reflecting Lu Wenwu's bulging spine.
“I was underestimated.”
Lu Wenwu held his arm across to block the tide of resentful souls pouring out of the Lingxu Soul-Suppressing Tower. The slight stinging sensation from those blue-gray faces gnawing at his muscles made him frown slightly, and flames burst out from his body.
He threw a punch suddenly, and the red flames of the Purgatory Dragon's Breath rose.
The wild and fierce sun radiated, and all the evil creatures within a radius of a hundred miles were reduced to dust.
This caused the Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower so much distress that the entire tower was shaking.
The resentful soul is one of its sources of power, and also the basis for its rapid improvement and challenge to the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron.
Lu Wenwu burned millions of resentful spirits to ashes with one punch. Even though there were billions of them in the tower, he couldn't help but groan in his heart.
"Shit shoveler!"
Xiaobao swept past him with the power of wind and thunder, and the power of Geng and Xin that tore through the void shattered several heavy purple-blue thunders as thick as water jars in the air, and bounced off the red flame halberd that was swirling with flames, but ultimately failed to stop the silver light that disappeared.
"Be careful with that damn dagger!"
Before Baihu finished shouting, blood splattered from Lu Wenwu's wrist.
He grabbed the Hidden Dragon Thorn, which had not yet completely dissipated, with his backhand. The sound of metal rubbing against each other between his fingers was mixed with the crisp sound of bones breaking.
"You're very courageous!"
Lu Wenwu grinned grimly and smashed the deformed Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand like a baseball bat. The Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower was also twisting the 100,000 vengeful spirits into a giant scarlet palm and slapping them down.
The divine eyes on Xiaobao's forehead suddenly lit up, and the fierce wind and the extremely sharp power of Gengxin wrapped around his sharp claws, colliding with the violent thunder that was coming again.
The moment the thunder was cut open, the body of the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron, which covered the sky and the sun, suddenly fell to the ground with a waterfall of thunder from the nine heavens, and for the first time, it suppressed Lu Wenwu with its own power.
“That’s exciting!”
Blood oozed from Lu Wenwu's pores, but he was able to move mountains and fill the sea in an instant, brandishing the Sky-Splitting Sword with a grim smile.
"Such a high purity really makes me happy!"
(End of this chapter)
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