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Chapter 501 Problem Solved, But Not Completely Resolved

"It's really, really frustrating."

Lu Wenwu twisted his neck, feeling the muscles growing and connecting in his body.

The wounds torn by the space turbulence continued to recover, and the charred parts were replaced in a short time, turning into crystal clear flesh and blood and growing again.

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 are only a bunch of undead spellcasting materials, magic scrolls, daily necessities, and other stuff."

Xiaobao, who had transformed back into his original form, walked over in the air with elegant cat steps, shaking off the mud and dust on his fur.

The crystal clear hair seemed to be cast by magic. It became spotless with a simple shake. It looked fluffy and soft, and felt 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 at all.

For others, perhaps the mountains of ultra-high-quality attributeless magic crystals inside are high-end resources for cultivation, and this is a windfall.

But for Lu Wenwu
It's useless.

Back then, the dragon ancestors left him quite a lot of spirit stones, and they seemed to multiply and increase in number.

Two days ago, he used top-grade spirit stones to build an earthen kiln, and was ready to try whether it would improve the taste of the egg-filled pancakes.

"It's hard to say about other practitioners, but a necromancer who can cultivate to the god-level must have his own inner world. Otherwise, where would he put the undead scourge he has accumulated over the years? All the good stuff must be in his own inner world."

Xiao Bao lay skillfully on the back of the newly separated Maomao, and lazily used 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 that has put all its talents into resurrection, it is not impossible for a cunning rabbit to have three burrows, let alone three hundred or three thousand 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 can do that."

"Like this time, on the surface, he lost a teammate, and also lost a lot of spellcasting materials, magic props, the Bone Palace, more than twenty immortal creatures, and a legion of hundreds of millions of undead. It should be a huge loss, right?"

"But in reality, these assets are nothing to a lich. The seemingly huge billions of undead are made up of creatures from this world. The only major loss it has suffered is probably Zhao Changhe, its swordsman teammate."

"If you put it that way, then I'm at a huge loss, right?" Lu Wenwu suddenly became even more depressed. "I won the fight, but I still haven't gotten the spoils."

"Don't think like that. What if we kill a person who is not even his true form? Wouldn't you be even more upset then?" Xiao Bao stabbed Lu Wenwu in the heart again. "Besides, it is normal that you can't get the loot. Do you think everyone will be like the reckless BOSS you fought before, standing there for you to eat?"

Lu Wenwu was a little embarrassed: "It shouldn't be necessary to have a clone, right?"

"It's hard to say. The Eye of True Vision is not omnipotent." Xiao Bao shook his head. "Lich is different from other races. As long as the soul is strong enough, they can split it almost infinitely. Each soul is the original body before other larger souls are activated. This is a racial characteristic. How can you assume that he doesn't have the life box of the soul of the third level of ascension to the god?"

Lu Wenwu: "."

It's iron-clad, 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 matter of looting seriously.

It is enough to have a thrilling battle, and it would be even better if the cooking level 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 Dragon Mansion.

Before they had time to 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 high-rise 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 had fallen into disrepair had already been shattered into pieces, and were now shedding human remains mixed with the debris of buildings.

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 inclined floor.

Both died.

Right in the middle of their deaths, there was another half of a broken gun with a gun tip.

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 only 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. 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 through his hunched body from behind.

Lin Yingfei, who had succeeded in the sneak attack, had not yet even uttered a sound of laughter when his entire body was knocked to the ground by a palm wind that came down from the sky.

The thick smell of blood made the warm and kind-hearted Maomao exclaim: "What on earth is going on, woof!"

It knows many of the warriors below.

As the dog raised by Lu Wenwu, even the Martial Saints and Martial Lords with the most weird 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 repressive force descended in an instant, knocking all the warriors who were fighting fiercely in the city below to the ground.

This is true even for the three Martial Saints holding magical weapons.

"What on earth is going on!"

When Lu Wenwu's face was ashen as he was walking through 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 meat stuffed in the cracks between his nails and an excited growl like a wild beast coming from his throat.

Even with Lu Wenwu's pressure, there were still warriors at the level of Martial Saint who suddenly jumped up, stabbed their companions' eyes with half of their spines, and pierced their companions' hearts with their broken weapons, killing them completely. The wind swept across the broken stone pillars with a fishy and sweet smell. On the blood carpet paved with millions of corpses, countless warriors who survived to this day struggled and squirmed 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 killing methods on all living beings they could see.

It was not until Lu Wenwu stomped his feet suddenly that the entire city ruins were filled with the crisp sound of bones breaking.

This is an exquisite application 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 wiped out by him. Xiaobao also checked them in his own way and made 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 severed the power connection with the Heavenly Dao of the Divine Weapon Continent.

Even so, the tragedy of mutual slaughter still broke out.

What exactly is this for?
Lu Wenwu tried his best to figure it out but couldn't find the answer.

Xiaobao squatted on Maomao's back, a trace of pity appeared on the chubby little cat's 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 down.

"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 whether completely destroying the Guixu formation and all the magic weapons will be useful, but it is 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, scattering one light wave after another full of the breath of life to repair the injuries of those warriors and save their dying lives.

Xiaobao, who was thrown down, was not angry, but just sighed deeply again.

It swung its claws toward the sky and uttered some kind of magic spell, and raindrops filled with a lot of vitality began to drip down.

It washed away the remains and injuries of the warriors, as well as the bloody corpses that covered the ground.

Lu Wenwu did not 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 been dried up by the war, slowly and steadily increasing the strength of the body.

The Divine Weapon Body Cultivation Method was in operation, and the defense of the divine body was enhanced again, gradually pushing it to a new height.

After a long time, the rapidly increasing aura on 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 seem to have 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 pain while holding the mutilated bodies of their companions.

But more often than not, they 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 circulated his Qi and blood to repair his own injuries, and climbed up while enduring the pain. He smiled bitterly and said, "A martial honor-level spiritual soldier was seriously injured and died not long after entering. Just like the ownerless divine soldiers appeared outside, a battle for the qualification of the chief soldier 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 can we have the power like you to suppress everyone in an instant?" Lin Yingfei smiled bitterly again, "We can't control all the affected people at once. As a result, the martial masters who were forced to resist gradually fell under the attack of others, and finally 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?"

"As far as I know, unless you have the ability to reach the sky like you do and forcibly destroy the divine weapon and dissipate this strange power from the source, otherwise we can only wait. Even if we ignite the spiritual fire, we can only barely delay the unconsciousness for a while."

Lin Yingfei nodded, a look of sadness on his face.

"There are only two ways to stop."

"Or, there is only one warrior left in a certain range, and he has become the commander of the army. In this way, there is no one left to kill, and the battle will naturally stop."

"Or, this indiscriminate killing will continue for about an hour to half a day. When the magic weapon absorbs enough blood and soul, the power that can make people unconscious and crazy will subside on its own."

"This is also why each dynasty of destiny would set up the altar for worshipping the divine weapons in a remote area with no one around, and every time they worshipped in the hall of weapons, they would bring a batch of sacrifices, order everyone except the next generation of military commanders to leave, and seal the altar with a formation."

(End of this chapter)