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Chapter 495 The complicated situation of the continent

When the black-faced man Xiong Zhan, filled with passion, followed the storyteller to the Longyin Empire in a daze, and learned that he was about to meet the Martial God Emperor who controlled the God-Destroying Cult, he still felt that it was not quite real.

It was like a story in a third-rate novel came true, or like the gods and Buddhas in mythology and legends had descended to the mortal world.

He stood outside the palace, looking at the warriors around him who came from all over the world, and was secretly shocked.

I thought that after breaking through to the innate realm that I had always dreamed of, I had already become a powerful person.

But I didn't expect that among seven or eight people, I was the weakest.

The others are all Martial Lords, and there is even a white-haired Martial Saint!

Wow, you’re a martial saint!

The immortal figure who usually comes and goes in high places and is rarely seen by those who are not destined to see him in their lifetime has unexpectedly also come to the Hidden Dragon Empire and is about to become a part of the God-Destroying Cult.

Although they all came for the same goal, they had no intention of talking to each other.

Xiong Zhan, who had the weakest cultivation, stood in the corner. He wanted to ask the others why they had such high cultivation levels, but he was afraid to speak.

He could only stare blankly at the blue-gray floor tiles under his feet, as if they contained some kind of martial arts heritage.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Xiong Zhan shivered. He felt that his previous passion was gradually fading away in the cold wind, and his heart became more confused and regretful.

Xiong Zhan, ah Xiong Zhan, you are already in your thirties, why are you still as impulsive as a teenager?
Why don't you just do your job as an official? Why did you get so excited that you came to rebel against the whole mainland?

Others may be lonely people who feed their whole family with one person's food, but I still have an elderly mother alive at home.

This time, I traveled across countless thousands of miles to come to the Hidden Dragon Empire and joined the God-Destroying Cult, which is completely shady on the mainland. I don't know how many years it will take before I can return home.

Is it possible for me to fulfill my filial duties to my mother in this life?

Will the mother be implicated by her own actions?

Xiong Zhan became more and more uneasy.

"Hey black boy, are you worried about your family?"

The white-haired Martial Saint suddenly spoke, leaving Xiong Zhan at a loss.

After a pause, he quickly replied, "Yes, although I am not married yet, I still have an old mother at home with no one to take care of her. I am also an official in the Broken Stone City of the Zhongling Empire. I am worried that if this matter is exposed, the government will be angry with my mother."

"There's no need to worry so much. That master will arrange for our family members to stay at home." The white-haired martial saint smiled, his face surprisingly kind, "Just practice diligently and work with us."

"That sir?" Xiong Zhan was a little puzzled. "Senior, aren't we working for the Lord of Hidden Dragon?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the others all burst into laughter, but he himself was at a loss as to what to do.

A dashing man with fluttering sleeves beside him said with a smile: "Brother, who told you that we are working for the Lord of Hidden Dragon? Although the Lord of Hidden Dragon is now a Martial God, he advanced because he controlled the divine weapon Hidden Dragon Thorn. Before this, he, Lin Yingfei, was the famous weakest Martial Saint who couldn't even beat me. How could he dare to declare war on the entire continent?"

"Ah?" Xiong Zhan was stunned. "Senior, may I ask what the Destroying God Cult is?"

The dashing man smiled and said, "Have you heard the story of the Heavenly Martial God? Or "From a Snack Stand Owner to an Invincible Iron Fist" or "How the Supreme Fist was Forged" and other similar stories. I wonder which one is popular in your area."

"Heavenly Martial God!" Xiong Zhan was shocked. "Could it be that the story is true? Could it be that the senior who shattered our dynasty's national treasure is the real controller of the Destroying God Cult?"

"certainly."

"of course not."

The dashing man was about to answer when he was interrupted by a sudden voice.

A handsome man wearing a white chef's robe and more than two meters tall appeared out of nowhere next to them, with white flour on his hands.

Even the most powerful white-haired martial saint failed to discover his whereabouts in advance, and his expression suddenly changed after he spoke.

“Controlling a sect is really too troublesome, and I don’t understand it, so Lin Yingfei has always been the leader of the God-Destroying Sect. Anyway, he has become the emperor, so he shouldn’t mind helping me deal with more things.” Lu Wenwu spread his hands and said with a smile.

The white-haired Martial Saint's eyes immediately changed from vigilance to enthusiasm. He knelt on one knee with a plop, clasped his hands together and bowed deeply: "Greetings, Senior Zhentian! Thank you for your grace in giving me the Dharma!"

Seeing the old man behave like this, the others immediately understood the identity of the person in front of them, and their reactions were equally quick, as they all saluted.

"You don't have to kneel when you see me in the future. As fellow warriors, just clasp your fists."

Lu Wenwu exerted his mental strength helplessly, and several people felt at the same time that there was an irresistible invisible force supporting them to stand up straight and get out of the state of kneeling on one knee.

"If possible, I still hope you can call me Fifth Brother instead of Senior Zhentian. How can I be that old?"

"This"

Several people looked at each other, all of them were afraid.

How dare they become brothers with a martial god?

This is a great disrespect to the strong!
Seeing them like this, Lu Wenwu's expression became more helpless.

Although the warriors in this world have been calling him this over the years, and many even call him ancestor, he really still can't stand this kind of address.

My god, he is only in his thirties at most!
He clearly doesn’t even have any children or a Taoist partner, so how did he become the ancestor?
Seeing that he couldn't help the people in front of him to "return to the right path", Lu Wenwu simply changed the subject: "Those stories are just for fun. Most of the plots are made up. There are some real events, but not many, and they are all exaggerated."

not much?

The others were only slightly surprised.

Xiong Zhan’s reaction was quite big.

He immediately showed an expression that said "You are kidding me!"

The Gravel City where he was located was hundreds of miles away from the imperial capital of Zhongling. Even so, on the day when the national treasure was shattered, he could feel one extremely terrifying aftermath after another sweeping through the city.

Mr. Martial God of Heaven, are you saying that everything written in the book is fake?

Looking at Xiong Zhan's strange expression, Lu Wenwu smiled and said, "It seems that Xiong Zhan, you are a little skeptical about what I just said."

Xiong Zhan was stunned.

He didn't expect that Lu Wenwu actually knew his name.

A martial god who can destroy a nation's sacred weapon actually knows his own name!
Suddenly, I felt extremely valued and my heart was warm.

Xiong Zhan replied cautiously, "Senior, I am from the Zhongling Empire. When you shattered our country's national defense weapon half a month ago, I had the honor of feeling your unparalleled power from hundreds of miles away. The descriptions in the book don't seem exaggerated at all."

"No, it's just exaggerated and fabricated." Lu Wenwu replied with a smile.

"The truth is, I'm not that weak. Except for the strongest Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron, no other divine weapon can fight me for more than a thousand moves. As long as they don't run away as soon as they see me, they will be smashed to pieces by my fists! Or surrender!"

"It's like in the story where I was forced into a desperate situation by the divine weapon, then exploded, and finally escaped covered in blood. That didn't happen. Even if the eight divine weapons joined forces, they couldn't make me so embarrassed."

"Over the years, I have destroyed or captured more than eight artifact-level divine weapons, more than a dozen holy weapons, and countless spiritual weapons and pseudo-spiritual weapons. If I were really that fragile, the Hidden Dragon Empire would have been disbanded long ago. How could I share the world with the Divine Weapon Kingdoms and the Undead Empire?"

After the words were spoken, the place fell into silence.

Including the Martial Saint, everyone's face was filled with shock.

So the exaggeration you mentioned is exaggerating your own injuries? Or exaggerating the enemy's combat effectiveness?
Damn, you are so good at fighting!

When they came, several people had already made up their minds to burn their lives completely and live up to their lives.

With such an exaggerated contrast in combat power between the upper and lower levels, they never even considered the possibility of winning.

Why listen now?
It seems like this thing can really work!

Turtle, the martial power of the God of War Zhentian is a bit over the limit!
Wait, if he’s so good at fighting, is he really a war god?

Could it be the legendary Heavenly Martial Ancestor?

Yes, if he was not a celestial being, how could he come up with this unprecedented martial arts visualization diagram to temper his mental strength?

If he is not a celestial being, how can he come up with a technique that can directly reach the celestial realm and is far beyond the current era!
Even though he had just gotten started, he felt that his life force had greatly improved, and even the decline of his energy and blood had stagnated, and was even slowly recovering.

His combat power is not inferior to that of a martial saint of the same level who has mastered spiritual weapons!
Thinking of this, the white-haired martial saint's breathing suddenly became rapid and his eyes turned red.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, and everything fell into place.

This is the savior of heaven!
Not only the White-haired Martial Saint, but everyone else also made up a lot of nonsense in their minds after hearing these words, and relied on the amazing imagination ability of practitioners to sort out all the logic.

Lu Wenwu didn't know that he had become a Dihua person again unintentionally.

His soul power swept across the bodies of these warriors. He took out several tokens with different patterns and colors and distributed them to them, and called out the names of several different magic weapons.

In essence, divine weapons do not require constant blood sacrifices, nor do they need to be fed and maintained with one's own blood.

Those magical weapons that were not defeated by Lu Wenwu were needed only because they were greedy.

It just wants to absorb more Qi and blood for its own evolution, that's all.

Instead of dying if you don’t consume qi and blood.

After sending these fanatical guys to the warehouse to complete the process of having the magic weapon recognize its master and its clone recognize its master, he quickly returned to the kitchen on Lingtian Mountain in Longfu and continued to work on his egg-filled pancakes.

It has been five years since he came to this world, and Lu Wenwu has also been studying egg-filled pancakes for five years.

It’s not that he doesn’t practice on his own.

Mainly due to the skills, his body was strengthening itself all the time. Even if he was in seclusion like a traditional practitioner, the speed was the same.

This is no longer necessary.

As for the control of the laws, if you try to comprehend them without any object of enlightenment, every bit of progress in cultivation will take thousands of years, which is really a waste of time.

Lu Wenwu thought about it and decided to focus on studying his egg-filled pancake.

So during these five years, except for the time when Lin Yingfei sent him a message telling him that he had found lone divine and holy artifacts and he went out hunting, he basically spent the rest of his time staying in the Dragon Mansion studying how to take his egg-filled pancakes of the [Skills Nearly Approaching the Tao] level to the next level.

After five years, the Hidden Dragon Empire, or the God-Destroying Cult, controlled approximately one-third of the continent's total number of divine weapons.

If the Hidden Dragon Thorn is included, there are three artifact-level items, and nearly half of them are holy artifacts.

Moreover, the number of divine weapons controlled by the God-Destroying Cult is not one-third of the current number, but one-third of the full quota.

Under the long-term hunting led by Lu Wenwu, the spiritual soldiers and pseudo-spiritual soldiers were basically killed the moment they showed up, and if they did not surrender they were directly smashed.

With such actions, the number of divine soldiers naturally dropped sharply.

If the various countries producing divine weapons were not still constantly creating pseudo-spiritual weapons, I'm afraid the lower-level divine weapons would have been discontinued.

With such an unruly fighting style, Lu Wenwu managed to kill all those divine weapons by himself, and they no longer dared to be alone. They usually fought in pairs, for fear that their consciousness would be shattered or they would be forcibly refined.

The Tianxuan Treasure Tripod stayed on the ascension platform all day long and refused to move even a step, as if it would explode with Lu Wenwu if they had a disagreement.

Lu Wenwu didn't have any good solution for this.

It’s not like he hasn’t been to the other four core nodes.

But those four places are hidden in the deep encrypted space, and the strength of the person who set up the formation is far beyond his current level.

Therefore, even with Lu Wenwu's upgraded space domain and the overloaded Eye of True Vision, he could not forcibly break into and enter, let alone destroy it.

However, the silver lining in this unfortunate situation is that the remaining divine soldiers do not want to serve the True Demon camp as dogs. Unless it is absolutely necessary, they will not arbitrarily restart the Guixu Formation and let the world enter the countdown to destruction again.

In addition, the reason why the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron has been guarding the ascension platform is not only because he wants to master this powerful weapon, but also to guard against the lich Gris.

This guy didn't leave, and he didn't call anyone over.

Instead, he disappeared during the battle to siege Lu Wenwu and remained missing for a whole year.

When he appeared again later, Lu Wenwu, who was already fighting wits and courage with the divine soldiers, received the news that the southern countries were on the verge of death, and an undead empire composed entirely of undead creatures suddenly appeared.

Gris is the ruler of the Undead Empire.

Not only did he lead an army of hundreds of millions of undead to forcefully penetrate into this battle that was already extremely chaotic, he also forcibly seized the Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower and refined it into his own magical weapon.

Zhao Changhe, whose head had been smashed by Lu Wenwu before, also reappeared.

I don't know what miraculous method Gris used to preserve his intelligence and maintain his cultivation and combat power, making him a half-human, half-undead creature.

To be honest, Gris and the Undead Empire have contributed a lot to the fact that the God-Destroying Cult and the Hidden Dragon Empire have grown to this size.

If they had not shared some of the pressure, it would have been very unlikely for the Hidden Dragon Empire to take on the entire continent on its own and survive until now, let alone recruit warriors and grow stronger.

(End of this chapter)