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Chapter 483 If I had known earlier that divine soldiers could be bullied.
"Fuck it, is this thing 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?"

At one side, Zhao Changhe's white sleeves fluttered in the wind, his waterfall-like black hair dancing wildly behind him. He still looked like a peerless swordsman, only a little more elegant.

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 inflicted in 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 seemed to break through space and appeared out of thin air in his hand.

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 fine line of blood extended along the spine of the sword.

The new artifact-level magic weapon, the Sky-Splitting Sword!
It masters extremely powerful laws of space and can shatter the void with a wave of its hand, with unparalleled destructive power.

What's even more terrifying is that this sword is different from other sharp flying swords.

Instead, it is filled with a feeling of a broad sword without an edge, and great ingenuity without refinement.

Every time the sword is swung down, it is like a sledgehammer smashing down, crushing everything it hits.

On the contrary, when it comes to the cutting properties that a sword should have, the Sky-Splitting Sword is far inferior.

Originally, after Zhao Changhe and Gris had hit a wall three times in a row, they were planning to stop and rest for a while, to explore the distribution of power in this world before making any plans.

As a result, while on their way, the two men happened to meet the original commander of the Sky-Splitting Sword, who had sacrificed his blood to the world. Relying on the lives of a large number of high-level warriors, he forcibly improved the quality of the Sky-Splitting 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 no matter what.

So, he teamed up with Zhao Changhe to kill the military commander, and the new magic weapon, the Sky-Splitting Sword, was also captured by him, and the initial refining has been completed.

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 swordsman at 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 possesses intelligence and thinking speed that are no less than that of a transcendent, greatly increasing his combat power.

In contrast, Gris was not very satisfied.

The inheritance of the God of Weapon Refining was not found, but a magical weapon, or sword, was found.

His only harvest was a few hundred warriors transformed into zombies and black warriors, plus a group of skeletons that "grew" from the ground, a huge number.

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 so many people that they were shoulder to shoulder, and white skeletons were piled up in a large area, with skulls stacked on top of skulls, and bones stacked on top of bones.

At first glance, it seems as if 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 the ground at the blood sacrifice site was lost and a huge pit appeared!
Only the lonely altar in the middle was still there.

This scene was so intense that even Gris, a genuine 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 scam to pit millions of people?
This does not even include the fact that after being endowed with 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 below.

It looks like a gray-white ocean flowing, with some silver embellishments and some small grandeur.

"Byd, Lao Zhao, are you fucking dead? I'm talking to you, and you can hardly make a sound? If it 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."

There is a lot of "mother" in Gris's words. He can't speak without using some swear words. He is like a human radio transmitter.

"Is the stuff your newly bought basket swords say reliable? Could there be other 'outside demons' descending on this niche treasure place on the edge of chaos?"

"He was full of foul language, which was really filthy and unbearable to look at."

Zhao Changhe was very frugal with his words towards his partner, and showed a bit of contempt on his face.

"The 'Outlander Demon' summoned by the Sky-Splitting Sword must be a parasite cultivated by the God Alliance. As people with great karma and responsibility, we should kill it quickly after learning about it to serve as a warning to others."

"Get lost, stop barking and using uncultured words. You can't talk like a dog, can you?"

Gris cursed even more foully, with no intention of holding back at all.

"Just tell me whether the place called Wuling Mountain we are going to now is reliable or not. If there is nothing there, Mr. Gris will definitely break your fifth leg."

"The divine weapons are connected by secret methods. Half a month ago, the ascension platform on the top of Wuling Mountain erupted with shocking fluctuations. Everyone in the world knows about it. Didn't you see it?" Zhao Changhe was a little displeased. "Seven divine weapons of the divine weapon level have set up an ambush around Wuling Mountain. Regardless of whether this person is a parasite of the God System Alliance, he is trapped in a dead end."

"Is that what I care about? What I care about is the inheritance of the god of weapon refinement! Inheritance! I am 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 ascension have set up a net around that person. That person is doomed to die. What about us two brothers? We can defeat him, right? Also, can you guarantee that your sword is not a traitor?"

"You are the traitor! I have served my Lord faithfully!"

The Sky-Splitting Sword suddenly let out a shocking sword sound, and a powerful mental thought burst out.

"Ah"

Gris sneered contemptuously and didn't believe 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?
Not reliable!
"you!"

"All right!"

The Sky-Splitting Sword seemed to want to say something else and argue with Gris.

But he was scolded by Zhao Changhe.

Zhao Changhe stretched out his hand to hold it, and looked at Gris: "Your undead soul, can you put the Sumeru in a mustard seed and carry it with you? After obtaining the Sky-Splitting Sword, I have been meditating for several days and have gained some knowledge of the wonders of space. I have the ability to open space teleportation, which can save us a lot of time."

Gris curled his lips, and used his own ability to float in the air, with his staff pointing downwards.

A giant magic circle that spanned an unknown number of miles appeared, and the powerful deep purple magic glow turned the land into a blue-purple color. When the halo dissipated, all the undead creatures disappeared without a trace, even the frost bone dragon with the power to ascend to godhood was no exception.

"Let's go. We still have some space. It doesn't hurt to take these cannon fodder with us."

"Ah."

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 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 situation.

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 a few 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, exuding a bit of goodwill.

"I have heard what the two of you want from the Sky-Splitting Sword. One is for a divine weapon, and the other is for inheritance."

"The magic weapons have spirits. Whether they can be recognized by one of our magic weapons is unknown. The needs of each magic weapon are different. If you want to become our partners or even masters, you need to 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 opponent with the Sky-Splitting Sword.

This is a very normal thing in the world of immortal cultivation, there is nothing wrong with it.

Gris didn't even pay attention.

Ever since he appeared here, his pair of 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.
Hey Hey
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 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 soon.

".We are powerless to do anything about the inheritance of the Martial Ancestor, but there is a high probability that this is the place opened by someone from outside the domain. You can check it out for yourself then."

Tianxuan Baoding spoke slowly, like a leisurely old grandfather.

They only talk about cooperation, but never mention how difficult it is to become the true master of the magic weapon.

If you can cheat one, then cheat it.

Even after hundreds of years, it’s still unclear who will be the master of whom!

Although Tianxuan Baoding felt a little puzzled about 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 want it, but you also need him to die."

"Maybe. We can cooperate?"

"If the people inside come out alive, you can help us deal with them together. The magic weapons passed down to us are useless, and they will all be yours."

"Afterwards, you can use your own abilities to try to become the one who signs a contract with our divine soldiers. You are not allowed to use coercive means, otherwise we will definitely join forces to attack you."

"So, can I?"

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 and nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed to the other party's suggestion, 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 that could be destroyed by just the two of them reaching the second level of godhood.

It is more reliable to play a favorable game, 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, so waiting a few 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-Chopping 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 all kinds of high prices to try to entice the other party to go with him.

Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower admitted that he was a little tempted.

But when it thought about giving up its freedom for these things and becoming a weapon for others, it immediately became unhappy again.

And it didn't like Gris's image or "body shape".

My body feels dry, like a piece of 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 had begun to feel a little disgusted. If it were not for the fact that killing the extraterritorial demon was more important, it would have definitely taught the other party a lesson.

Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower doesn’t know.

There is a special adjective on the Blue Planet to describe Gris's behavior.

Idiot!

Just as Gris was entangled with the Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower, the blood-colored lines on the ascension platform glowed brightly!

(End of this chapter)