Chapter 501 Problem Solved, But Not Completely
"It's really, really frustrating."
Lu Wenwu twisted his neck, feeling the muscles growing and connecting in his body.
The wounds torn by the spatial turbulence continued to recover, and the charred parts were replaced in a short time, turning into crystal clear and lustrous flesh and blood that grew back.
He casually wiped off the dim soul mark on half of the rib, and the assets of an undead magic god were revealed.
Judging from Lu Wenwu's speechless expression, the things inside didn't seem very friendly.
"If I'm not mistaken, there shouldn't be anything good in there. There's just a bunch of undead spell materials, magic scrolls, daily necessities, and other stuff."
Xiaobao, who had transformed into his original form, walked over in the void with elegant cat steps and shook off the mud and dust on his fur.
The crystal clear hair seems to have been cast by magic. It becomes spotless with a simple shake. It looks fluffy and soft, and feels very comfortable to touch.
"How do you know? I can't even eat anything I want."
Lu Wenwu was a little depressed. He turned the items stored in the ribs upside down, but there was nothing good in them.
For others, perhaps the mountains of ultra-high-quality attributeless magic crystals inside are high-end resources for cultivation, which is a windfall.
But for Lu Wenwu
It's useless.
The dragon ancestors left him quite a lot of spirit stones, and they seemed to reproduce and increase in number.
Two days ago, he used top-grade spirit stones to build an earthen kiln, intending to see if it would improve the taste of his egg-filled pancakes.
"It's hard to say about other cultivators, but a necromancer who has reached the godly level must have his own inner world. Otherwise, where would he store the undead scourge he's accumulated over the years? All the good stuff must be kept in his own inner world."
Xiaobao skillfully lay on the back of the newly separated Mao Mao, lazily using his little claws to pick at the things in the rib space.
"The inner world is bound to the soul. For a creature like a lich, who has devoted all their talents to resurrection, it's not impossible for them to have three hundred or even three thousand burrows, let alone three burrows."
"I don't know how long that old man Gris has lived. I don't believe he has the guts to go all-in with us. Only a reckless man like you would do that."
"Just like this time, on the surface, he lost a teammate, a large number of spell materials, magic items, the Bone Palace, over twenty divine undead creatures, and a legion of billions of undead. It should be a huge loss, right?"
"But in reality, these assets are just a drop in the bucket for a lich. Those seemingly huge undead are actually made up of creatures from this world. The only significant loss it has suffered is probably Zhao Changhe, its swordsman teammate."
"If you put it that way, then I'm at a huge disadvantage, right?" Lu Wenwu suddenly became even more depressed. "I won the fight, but I still haven't gotten anything."
"Don't think so. What if we kill him without even realizing it? Wouldn't that make you even more miserable?" Xiaobao stabbed Lu Wenwu in the heart again. "Besides, not being able to loot the loot is the norm. Do you think everyone will be like the same reckless boss you fought before, standing there for you to devour?"
Lu Wenwu was a little embarrassed: "This clone thing shouldn't be that serious, right?"
"It's hard to say. The Eye of True Sight isn't omnipotent." Xiao Bao shook his head. "Liches are different from other races. As long as their souls are strong enough, they can split their souls almost infinitely. Each soul is the original body until the other larger souls are activated. This is a racial characteristic. How can you assume that he doesn't have the life box of a soul of the third level of ascension hidden?"
Lu Wenwu: “.”
It's iron-hard, old heart.
Maomao strolled over with his tail wagging and rubbed against his strong and powerful calves.
Lu Wenwu rubbed the dog's head hard, and only then did he feel that the depression in his heart was swept away.
Originally, he didn't take the loot-grabbing thing seriously.
It is enough to have a thrilling battle, and it would be even better if the cooking skills of egg-filled pancakes can be improved.
Just as Lu Wenwu was about to continue sorting out the things Gris left behind to see if there was anything worth recycling that could be exchanged for other things, his expression suddenly changed.
With a thought, he, Maomao and Xiaobao arrived in the inner world of the Dragon Mansion.
Before they could pay attention to what was happening, a strong smell of blood came from below and drifted into the noses of the cat and the dog.
The empty corner of the outer city below has completely turned into a hell on earth.
The dull sound of the broken blade piercing the chest, mixed with the sound of bones breaking, shouting, and crazy laughter, echoed in the forest of ruined buildings.
Blood mist filled the broken beams and pillars, dyeing the collapsed building dark red.
A martial master holding a half-broken gun barrel was lying on the ground, his teeth deeply embedded in the carotid artery of another martial master. The gushing blood had already splashed onto his bloodshot eyeballs, but he was still stabbing wildly with the sharp metal block in his other hand.
Some underwater caves that have been in disrepair for many years have already been shattered into pieces, and are now shedding human remains mixed with building debris.
Two innate warriors with broken arms hit each other with headbutts.
There was just a dull "bang" sound, and the brain matter that burst out when the skull collapsed slid into the abyss along the sloping floor.
Both of them died.
In the middle of their deaths, the other half of the broken gun with the gun head attached was stuck.
In the pile of rubble a few meters away, half of a sword inlaid with gems was buried deep in a mountain of corpses and flesh, with a section of the hilt exposed, attracting three mutilated bodies that were still wriggling and climbing upwards.
The old martial saint with white hair and beard grinned madly, and when he was wrapping his intestines around his opponent's throat, a bloody hole suddenly exploded in his back, and the Hidden Dragon Thorn covered with brain matter pierced his hunched body from behind.
Lin Yingfei, who had successfully carried out the sneak attack, had not yet uttered a single laugh when his entire body was knocked to the ground by a palm wind that came down from the sky.
The strong smell of blood made the warm and kind-hearted Maomao exclaim: "What on earth is going on?"
It knows many of the warriors below.
As Lu Wenwu's dog, even the Martial Saints and Martial Lords with the most eccentric tempers have served as its playmates.
Now seeing these former playmates killing each other, Maomao suddenly became anxious and angry, spinning in the air in anxiety.
"stop!"
Lu Wenwu roared, and a terrifying force of suppression descended in an instant, knocking all the warriors who were fighting fiercely in the city below to the ground.
Even the three Martial Saints holding divine weapons are the same.
"What on earth is going on?!"
When Lu Wenwu's face was ashen as he walked across the ground covered with blood, Lin Yingfei struggled to crawl out from the ground, struggling to activate the Hidden Dragon Thorn, trying to give the White-haired Martial Saint a final blow.
At this moment, Lin Yingfei's expression was crazy and ferocious, with bloody pieces of flesh stuffed in the cracks between his nails, and a low, excited growl like a beast came from his throat.
Even with Lu Wenwu's pressure, there were still strong men at the level of Martial Saint who suddenly attacked, pierced their companion's eye socket with half of their spine, and pierced their companion's heart with their broken weapon, killing them completely.
The wind, carrying a fishy and sweet smell, swept across the broken stone pillars. On the bloody carpet formed by tens of millions of corpses, countless warriors who survived to this day were struggling and squirming like insects.
Their turbid pupils no longer reflect any human emotions, only madness and killing, only greed and brutality.
These warriors mechanically repeated the killing actions, using all the killing methods on the living creatures they could see.
Until Lu Wenwu stomped his foot suddenly, the entire city ruins suddenly echoed with the crisp sound of bones breaking.
This is an exquisite use of the power of qi and blood.
He broke everyone's limbs in an instant, causing them to temporarily lose their ability to move and the ability to hurt each other.
Looking at Lin Yingfei lying on the ground, holding the Hidden Dragon Spear in his teeth and still stabbing at him, Lu Wenwu was silent.
If Lin Yingfei were in normal condition, he would be extremely respectful to me and would want to kneel in front of me forever.
But what about him now?
The murderous intent revealed in his eyes made him want to get rid of him as soon as possible.
Lu Wenwu was very sure that the consciousness in these magical weapons had long been completely erased by him. Xiaobao also checked it in his own way to make sure that there was no consciousness left.
These people are also comrades-in-arms who live together day and night and fight side by side.
The divine weapon was not in an ownerless and out-of-control state, and had already isolated itself from the power connection of the Heavenly Dao of the Divine Weapon Continent.
Even so, the tragedy of mutual slaughter still broke out.
Why is this?
Lu Wenwu tried his best to figure it out but couldn't find the answer.
Xiaobao squatted on Maomao's back, with a hint of pity on his chubby little face, and he sighed slightly.
It already had some guesses about this in its mind, but it was not sure yet.
"Brother, brother! Save them woof! Why are they doing this woof!" Maomao was a little anxious, and even his tail drooped.
"I can't save them, and no one can."
Xiaobao shook his head slightly and didn't even call himself "Grandpa".
"I don't know if completely destroying the Guixu formation and all the divine weapons will be useful, but it's likely to be meaningless."
"But they are all going to die!"
Maomao was extremely anxious. For the first time, he threw Xiaobao off his body and flew hurriedly towards the nearest seriously injured people. He sprinkled one light wave after another full of life breath to repair the injuries of those warriors and save their lives.
Xiaobao, who was thrown down, was not angry, but just sighed deeply again.
It swung its claws toward the sky, and with some unknown spell, raindrops imbued with a great deal of vitality began to drip down.
It washed away the broken bodies and injuries of the warriors, as well as the bloody corpses that covered the ground.
Lu Wenwu didn't say anything, but just gathered all the magical weapons and their remains in the Dragon Mansion.
Squeeze, destroy, devour.
Including the part drawn out from the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron, Lu Wenwu swallowed all the remaining divine weapons in the world into his chest and abdomen.
A large number of fragments of the laws of heaven were decomposed, and countless insights entered his mind and became the instinct of his body.
Thunder, fire, space, death, killing.
The control over countless laws is rapidly improving.
Every bit of the origin turned into the purest source of energy, replenishing the cells that had dried up due to the war, slowly and steadily increasing the strength of the body.
The cultivation method of the divine weapon body was running, and the defense of the divine body was enhanced again, gradually pushing it to a new height.
After a long time, the aura that had surged from Lu Wenwu's body slowly subsided.
The heat flowing through his body gradually disappeared, and the terrifying power that seemed to be able to tear the whole world apart with just a gesture was fully demonstrated with Lu Wenwu's every move.
Even if you simply raise your hand, you can create the illusion of being able to break the space.
Lu Wenwu was not concerned about the increased power in his body.
His spiritual sense spread out, paying attention to the status of every warrior in the Dragon Mansion.
About half an hour after the magic weapon was completely destroyed, some of the warriors with the highest cultivation levels began to wake up first. The madness in their eyes gradually faded away, and was replaced by a confused clarity.
When they realized what had happened, some of them felt pain, some wailed, and some even cried out in agony while holding the mutilated bodies of their companions.
But more often than not, he just smiled bitterly.
They have even become accustomed to this situation.
This is the norm on the Divine Weapon Continent.
"What happened?" Lu Wenwu asked calmly, with no emotion in his voice.
Lin Yingfei channeled his Qi and blood to repair his injuries, forcing himself to stand up while enduring the pain. He smiled bitterly and said, "A Martial Honor-level Spirit Weapon Master was severely injured and died shortly after entering. Just like the ownerless Divine Weapon that appeared outside, a battle for the qualification to be the Chief Weapon Master broke out, and everyone lost consciousness."
"Just a mere spiritual soldier, can't you martial saints suppress it?" Lu Wenwu asked again.
"Fifth Brother, you think too highly of us. How could we possibly possess your power to instantly suppress everyone?" Lin Yingfei smiled bitterly again. "We couldn't control all those affected at once. As a result, we were attacked by the others, and the Martial Honored who were forced to resist gradually fell. In the end, we couldn't hold on any longer."
"Is there no way to completely solve this problem?" Lu Wenwu frowned. "Have you been living like this for so many years?"
"From what I understand, unless you possess the same omnipotent power as yourself and can forcibly destroy the divine weapon and dissipate this strange power at its source, we can only wait. Even if we ignite the spiritual fire, we can only barely delay unconsciousness for a while."
Lin Yingfei nodded, a look of sadness on his face.
"There are only two ways to stop."
"Or, if there is only one warrior left within a certain range, and he has become the commander of the army, then there will be no one left to kill, and the battle will naturally stop."
"Or, this indiscriminate slaughter will last for about an hour to half a day. Once the divine weapon has absorbed enough blood, energy, and soul, the power that can make people unconscious and mad will subside on its own."
"This is also why every dynasty of destiny would set up the altar for worshipping divine weapons in a remote, uninhabited area. They would also bring a batch of sacrifices with them every time they offered sacrifices to the Great Hall of Weapons, order everyone except the next generation of military commanders to leave, and seal the altar with a formation."
(End of this chapter)
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