I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 500 I took off my pants and you show me this?
Tianxuan Baoding's death was actually very unjust, but not too unjust.

An ultimate divine weapon that has refined countless divine artifacts and holy weapons can mobilize extremely terrifying power of heaven.

With the cultivation level of the third stage of godhood plus the suppression of the power of heaven, he can almost be called invincible in this world.

Even if a veteran third-level god-ascending warrior breaks in, it would be difficult for him to escape unharmed.

However, success is due to devouring, and failure is also due to devouring.

Not to mention that the souls and blood devoured by the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron had already been cursed in advance by Gris, who was good at the power of curses, and even the entire Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower was planted with spiritual poison.

The secret method of [Devouring Weapons and Transforming Them into Heaven] that it uses to devour is problematic in itself.

The secret method of [Devouring Weapons and Transforming into Heaven] was derived from the "Method of Cultivating the Body of a Divine Weapon" left by the God of Refining Weapons. It was created by Tianxuan Baoding many years ago by imitating the incomplete method of cultivating the body of a divine weapon, and has been hidden until now.

As the owner of the divine body, Lu Wenwu had already practiced this technique to perfection among the inheritors five years ago, and he constantly devoured many divine weapons to hone it during the five years.

Now I have already reached perfection and am extremely familiar with it.

If he encounters other people, as long as he cannot crush them in terms of combat power, Tianxuan Baoding's plan to devour all the soldiers and advance to the realm of heaven and man might succeed.

Unfortunately, the person it encountered was Lu Wenwu.

As a true successor of the practice, he knew very well how difficult it was to practice this technique and how fragile the body was before it was fully practiced.

Not only was the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron unaware of this, the devouring power it created itself could not be called strong. It simply used the energy connection between the divine weapons and the world to force it to do so.

Even the devouring method it uses can be described as crude and inferior.

Not to mention comparing it with the great immortal technique of eating gods.

Even in the world of immortal cultivators, whose highest level of cultivation is to ascend to the mortal world and become gods, their methods are considered immature compared to those demon cultivators who cultivate by devouring others.

This method of devouring is not only slow in the process, but also has an extremely low energy conversion rate.

It is simply impossible to completely transform the divine weapons, flesh, blood, and souls that have been devoured.

The large ball of semi-fused origin in Lu Wenwu's hand now is the best proof.

Possessing the magical skill of eating gods, it takes him some time to digest even a single divine weapon.

It is simply a pipe dream for the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron to completely refine such a huge amount of energy in such a short period of time!

At this time, the disadvantages of not having complete inheritance became apparent.

It does not think that this is the result of incomplete refining and the fact that it is in a weak stage.

Instead, he believed that his cultivation was unstable because he swallowed a large amount of energy in one breath and forced himself to advance.

Thus, the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron came to a tragedy.

Lu Wenwu, who had activated the beast's perception, understood the direction of all the energy in its body and found the most fragile balance point. After maxing out all the buffs, he gathered all his strength and punched it.

He achieved success with just one strike without even using the Dharmakāya of Heaven and Earth.

The energies that had not yet been completely integrated and refined were completely detonated, triggering a series of chain reactions.

The easiest place to break through is always inside.

Rather than saying that the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron was killed by Lu Wenwu, it would be better to say that it was killed by its own power.

The power it was simply unable to fully master ultimately led to bitter consequences.

On the battlefield, the charred earth was steaming with a foul-smelling blood mist.

Piece after piece of twisted bronze fragments had lost their lustrous luster and were stuck upside down between the cracked rock strata. The lightning and fire that had not yet been extinguished meandered along the cracks in the ground, licking the white bone fragments that almost covered the ground.

The blood-colored array patterns engraved on the pillars of heaven flickered, and the black cracks formed by the broken space covered the sky like a spider web, splitting the setting sun into mottled blood clots.

The space here has been broken into pieces and is even more bizarre and dangerous than before the formation was set up.

In this situation, if one uses spatial means to move, a true immortal or god will be instantly crushed to ashes by the turbulent flow of space.

Lu Wenwu put the essence he pulled out from the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron into the system backpack, stepped barefoot into the boiling hot blood pool, and his body turned into a roaring furnace of qi and blood.

“Gah.”

He casually tore off half of the tripod ear fragment that was embedded in his shoulder blade. The bronze fragment broke through the bones, and the sound of tearing flesh was particularly harsh in the dead silence.

Xiaobao's silver-white hair was stained with some scarlet blood spots, and the third eye on his forehead did not close, but turned in another direction.

The power of Geng and Xin wrapped around the four claws has transformed into a physical sword wheel. The sound it makes when it passes through the air is like the clanging of millions of sharp swords being unsheathed.

This war is not over yet.

"Crackle. Crackle."

Gris's swamp blood pool had covered most of the battlefield at some point, and the bones on the ground were constantly connecting and reorganizing in the sticky magma.

As the Palace of Bones rolled over with the remaining large numbers of undead creatures, the earth let out a howl of grief as it could not bear the burden.

There has been too much destruction here.

From ancient times to the present.

always like this.

Gris's dry knuckles dug deeply into the eye sockets of the skull scepter. The dark blue soul fire had flickered wildly like a candle in a storm the moment Lu Wenwu tore open the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron.

At this moment, a sticky substance like asphalt oozed out from under its black robe, and it was hinged from its back to form countless tentacle-like tubes, which connected to Zhao Changhe's body.

In front of the Palace of Bones, Zhao Changhe stood there speechlessly, stiff as a tombstone.

The sticky black substance continued to cover the surface of his body, completely enveloping him.

The sword-shaped relief on the surface of the heavy armor, which was constructed at an unknown time, slowly oozed blood.

His pale right hand was pressing on the hilt of the sword, but half of an ice crystal sword blade strangely grew out of the palm of his left hand - that was the fragment of his natal spirit sword that was shattered by Lu Wenwu, and it was multiplying in his flesh and blood with the secret magic of the undead.

Whenever the pale cold fire in his eye sockets flickered, the fragments of the divine weapons that still had a bit of spirituality in this battlefield would tremble and float up, turning into countless broken swords slowly pointing to the sky.

"Now, it's a fair two on two."

The corners of Lu Wenwu's mouth curled up again, and the previous battle seemed to have no effect on him at all.

"Two against two?"

Gris laughed sinisterly, and the aura of the God of the Undead bloomed unreservedly for the first time. The complex domain that was like the underworld and hell expanded rapidly, almost swallowing up this place completely.

Scarlet flames burned in the eye sockets of the skull on top of the staff, and drops of spellcasting like sticky tears dripped down the cheeks, dyeing the bone throne ink-black.

"What a wonderful killing field"

The hoarse whisper caused the earth veins to tremble, and several bronze fragments suddenly turned black and suddenly pierced into the reassembled two-headed white bone giant.

The giant skeleton, which was even bigger than before, stood up twitching, but what was beating inside its chest was the Taotie Eye on the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron, which was flashing with scarlet lightning patterns.

"Humph! A living dead who can only juggle."

Xiao Bao was not willing to be outdone. A sky full of stars appeared behind him and he transformed into a majestic white tiger, roaring out a terrifying tiger roar.

The Gengxin Sword Wheel plowed four abysses in the void, and the two-headed white-bone giant that had not yet been completely "resurrected" was once again cut into countless pieces, and the blood-red single eye that was flashing with lightning exploded between heaven and earth. "Boom!"

The lava, which had cooled down somewhat, began to boil again in the collision of the two people's laws. The remains of the Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower, which should have been destroyed due to the engulfment, suddenly floated up in the center of the blood pool.

The thirteen-story tower reliefs, which were stronger than before, opened their densely packed scarlet eyes at the same time.

The billions of resentful souls that were left over when they were swallowed by the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron screamed and gushed out from the Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower, but when they touched Lu Wenwu's body a hundred feet away, they were burned into flying fire by the Purgatory Dragon's Breath.

An extremely aggressive composite field followed closely behind, but it collapsed the moment it touched Lu Wenwu's body surface, leaving only a layer of gorgeous light pink halo covering it, which made him look a bit weird in the form of a dragon.

"The Law of Great Perfection! You are a demigod!"

Gris was panicked for a moment, and even the black substance that was constantly wriggling on Zhao Changhe's body froze.

In just a moment, his mind calmed down again.

The leaping soul fire flickered as he looked at Lu Wenwu. He muttered to himself like a self-hypnosis: "No, this is absolutely impossible! You can't be a demigod who is only half a step away from immortality. If you were really a demigod, you would have killed all of us in one encounter five years ago."

Gris said this while crushing magic scrolls one after another in his hands.

The accumulated glow of the protective shield almost completely obscured his entire body.

Due to the excessive accumulation of elements, a small elemental tide even formed above the Bone Palace, presenting a miserable and colorful appearance.

"Barbarian, I really underestimated you."

He commanded the undead creatures in the front to charge, speaking very solemnly, with an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes.

"The Master said: If one does not get angry when others do not know him, is he not a gentleman?"

Lu Wenwu grinned, revealing his white teeth. When he crushed the corpse with his iron fists, the flying bones formed a provocative thumbs-up sign in front of Gris's throne. It was full of sarcasm.

The blood-red light that fell from the cracks in the sky fell on him, making his dragon form, which was already bathed in blood, even more hideous and terrifying.

"Now let me see, is the purity of your Lich God high?"

Gris looked at him deeply and took a deep breath.

"Well, then it's as you wish."

Then, the skull on top of the staff burst out with unprecedented light.

The column of blood that shot up into the sky almost split the sky completely!

Night fell suddenly, and a blood moon hung high in the sky.

Zhao Changhe, illuminated by the moonlight, stepped on the ground, held his sword and looked up to the sky, letting out a hoarse war cry.

"boom!"

There was an earth-shaking sound, and billions of undead souls disintegrated at the same time. Countless soul fires entered Zhao Changhe's body like young swallows returning to their nests. His body also swelled up, growing visibly larger with the naked eye.

In the end, even the resurrected Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower was directly integrated into it, as if it had become some kind of unique core of his.

In just a few seconds, his body had already broken through a thousand meters in height, and his aura continued to double and soar upwards, finally settling at the third level of ascension to the Gods.

Even though the aura emanating from the giant Zhao Changhe was extremely frivolous, it was indeed at the third level of ascension to the Gods.

"It's just the third level of godhood. I can do it too."

Gris revealed a sinister smile, and with the skull staff in his right hand, he thrust it downward fiercely, causing the bone palace to continuously vibrate and emit the breath of death.

The other hand quietly formed a seal, and the heart of the soul vibrated with imperceptible sound waves.

One of Legris's ribs was emitting a barely perceptible blue light.

"Death!"

Zhao Changhe's roar was filled with a decaying aura, and the icy sword intent mixed with the law of death came bombarding like a violent storm, almost tearing the heaven and earth apart.

Xiao Bao frowned slightly, his eyes flickered, and the power of Geng and Xin collided with the torrent of sword energy.

The extremely sharp shock wave cut a deep sword mark on the bone palace, almost breaking it apart.

It's now!

Gris' pupils shrank into needle points, and his left hand crushed the detonation spell that had been hidden in his palm, and the soul power in his body suddenly ran wild.

Lu Wenwu suddenly jumped up without any warning and disappeared in an instant.

When he reappeared, he looked like a skeleton, as if his skin and flesh had been peeled off alive.

His chest and abdomen were torn apart by a penetrating wound, with a piece of intestine hanging on his stomach. The strong left leg that was powerful enough to kick a divine weapon into pieces was missing, and his right forearm was also missing.

Even his head was torn in half, leaving only a face that was healing rapidly.

Lu Wenwu revealed a bloodthirsty grin, and his remaining five fingers tore through all the magic chaos like black iron claws. He easily reached into Gris's chest and pried it apart with force.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the left hand that stretched out like thunder was clasping the rib that was emitting a faint blue light, and the shiny bone was glowing faintly in the palm of the hand.

"How did you see through it? How dare you use the power of space?"

Gris's shocked roar was accompanied by a tremor in his soul, and cracks instantly spread all over his skeleton.

It had already transformed into a dark red soul fire that spread from the depths of his soul and gushed out from every joint of his body.

The irrepressible strong energy has already boiled over!

"Forget it. There's nothing a barbarian like you can use anyway."

Gris suddenly revealed a hideous smile that was almost identical to Lu Wenwu's.

"I'll remember you, wait for me.

"I will find you, kill you with my own hands, ignite your soul, and place it in a vessel made from your perfect body, turning it into my strongest fighting force."

As soon as he finished speaking, a devastating explosion swept across the already devastated battlefield.

The Palace of Bones, Zhao Changhe, and Gris itself.

Everything is exploding.

When everything finally returned to calm, within the protection of flesh and blood, the star pattern etched on the half-broken ribs was slowly extinguishing, and the fluctuations of the spiritual imprint gradually returned to nothingness.

Covered in blood, Lu Wenwu held the still-beating half of a rib. Dark green corrosive liquid seeped out from between his fingers, burning a bottomless hole in the ground.

Poison has no effect on him.

"Lich is a guy who can put resurrection points anywhere."

"It's so disgusting!"

I thought it was going to be a thrilling battle, but the opponent suddenly ran away.

Lu Wenwu now felt as angry as if he was forced to hold his pee back when he was halfway through peeing.

(End of this chapter)