Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

The thousands of years old ban is too fragile.

The dragon claw just lightly pressed on it, and the layers of restrictions shattered to the ground.

The bronze door at the back also collapsed in half, revealing a dark passage behind it.

Lu Wenwu looked down at the broken pieces of the door. The part behind it had completely turned into a strange gray color, which was very similar to the evil aura lingering outside the small world!

But compared to that weird black, the gray color on the bronze door gave Lu Wenwu a much less evil feeling.

Kind of like

An enhanced version of the dark corrupt power of the Corrupted Light Race! ?

Lu Wenwu was suddenly shocked.

Different worlds, yet they all come from the same power. Is this a coincidence?

He felt as if he had vaguely touched upon some core of the copy system.

When I think about it carefully, I have been through so many copies, and it seems that most of them have the background of the end of the world.

Either it has already erupted or it is after the eruption.

Combined with the information revealed by the old dragon emperor,

This world is probably pretty bad.

Lu Wenwu couldn't help but sigh.

He didn't directly slaughter the evil and the righteous, so he probably did something right.

The bright golden fire of the sun lit up on the dragon's horns, and the warm light dispelled the coldness that was encroaching from all directions.

This corridor, which led to nowhere, was very long. On the walls on both sides, which were completely covered with a sticky gray liquid, there were still traces of the eternal lamps that were once used for lighting.

Unfortunately, after the spiritual energy supply ran out, these lamps were already damaged.

As I continued to move downward, I suddenly began to hear a soft whispering sound like someone biting my ear.

It is difficult to hear what these noisy mumblings are saying, but they are like the buzzing of mosquitoes, disturbing people and making them feel upset and irritated.

Some regretful scenes began to emerge strangely in Lu Wenwu's mind.

For example, the purity cannot be improved for a long time, and the egg-filled pancake cooking method cannot break through to the higher level of the Wanfa Tongshen realm.

I feel like all the happiness is gone, and life is kind of boring.

Lu Wenwu's expression became serious.

This isn't right.

Fifteen out of ten are wrong.

Why do I have such a weird idea?

The next moment, tremendous power was mobilized, and directly formed a statue like a Buddha bell upside down on his body.

This was stolen during the looting after the battle of Tianji City. Most of the Buddhist disciples carried some methods of cultivating the power of merit, so he picked up what he could and learned it.

The golden bell of merit turned upside down, and the annoying mumbling suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The irritable mood is also driven away.

After solving this small problem, Lu Wenwu continued to move forward.

This was such a strange situation that if he hadn't known that he was in the world of immortal cultivation, he would have almost thought that he had gone to Azkaban to fight the Dementors.

I don't know if the Guardian of Exorcism will work in this situation.

Unfortunately, Lu Wenwu doesn't know how to do that.

He only had the vast lotus sea of ​​merit, and any leak of his aura could crush the erosion of negative emotions into ashes.

It took about half an hour.

According to Lu Wenwu's brisk walking speed, he had walked at least ten kilometers.

But the Space Wanderer Avatar was reminding him that he had not gone that far.

Instead, it kept "standing still", crossed several different layers of spatial barriers, and finally reached its destination.

Walking out of the black corridor, the corrosive force became stronger.

It has completely condensed into a gray mist, which is constantly evaporating on the Golden Bell of Merit, making a "hissing" sound.

The power of merit is being consumed a bit too quickly.

Under such circumstances, the merits and virtues accumulated throughout a lifetime by ordinary mortals like truly enlightened monks can probably only last about three seconds.

They will then be eroded by this pervasive negative energy and completely turned into zombie-like puppets.

Lu Wenwu was not in a hurry to go deeper and directly activated the Eye of Analysis.

I was worried about problems in the void before, but now facing the next level of power, the warning from my spiritual sense is not as strong as before.

[Evil Breath/Secondary Corruption Power (None)]: ??? / ???

[Cultivation]: None

【Current Status】: Concentration continues to rise

[Analysis]: The secondary power of corruption emitted by the true devil will continue to erode the souls of all intelligent creatures. If they cannot resist, they will eventually become corrupt servants.

After getting the analysis results, Lu Wenwu took a deep breath and continued to walk deeper.

as expected

I guessed the worst outcome.

The further you go inside, the thicker the fog formed by the power of corruption becomes.

As if they had their own lives, they swarmed towards Lu Wenwu, as if they wanted to drown him directly.

Lu Wenwu turned a blind eye to this.

A huge amount of merit power continued to flow out, accepting all comers. No matter how much corrupt power there was, once it touched the Golden Bell of Merit, it would be evaporated.

The mist condensed around and formed streams of air that looked like pythons.

In front of each airflow, there seems to be a human face shaped like a skull.

Those hideous faces continuously released shrill wails, screaming in strange tones, constantly exerting a strong negative erosion.

Lu Wenwu didn't care at all. He flew deeper into the depths on his own, just like a tiger or lion surrounded by tourists in the zoo.

The gray power of corruption became stronger.

Broken flying swords began to appear on the ground one after another.

Their masters had long since disappeared without a trace, not even a corpse was left.

But these natal flying swords, which embodied the essence of their owners' life-long cultivation, were left behind.

Even though it was already covered in rust like an ordinary antique, even though it had many cracks and even broken due to years of erosion, even though the sword spirit had dissipated and the sword intent almost no longer existed.

Those flying swords that once roamed the world of immortal cultivation are still stuck here, in the soil made of blood and flesh, telling the stories of the earth-shaking and tragic battles fought by one sword immortal after another.

This place is like a sword tomb.

It buried countless sword immortals and countless evils.

Finally, Lu Wenwu, who had been flying past a number of broken flying swords, stopped.

Before my eyes, a skeleton that seemed to be made of jade was half-kneeling on the ground, with the flying sword in its hand half-inserted into the ground still emitting the clanging sound of the sword.

The sword energy was surging, and the power released could still cut the continuously emerging power of corruption into pieces.

But its power is no less than that of thousands of years ago.

Lu Wenwu stood there in a daze for a long time, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, only a sigh was left.

Qingxuan Sword Master is a ruthless man and a madman.

Without the need for the Eye of Analysis, Lu Wenwu saw through the essence of the jade skull at a glance.

There was no residual soul or jade slip left, but he still understood everything.

In the past, the Qingxuan Sword Master integrated the spiritual veins of the world into his own body as a wick, used his almost ascended cultivation and physical body to cast wax oil, turned his own spirit into candle flame, and used his natal flying sword as a guide to seal this place for thousands of years!

Lu Wenwu sighed again and waved his hand. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up here, blowing up countless black dust.

In other words, the flesh and blood of the former sword practitioners turned into dust.

All the loyal and brave members of the Qingxuan Sword Sect are buried here.

When the dust cleared, the broken flying swords were held up in the air by Lu Wenwu, and the true appearance of Qingxuan Sword Master was finally revealed under the jade skull.

That was a sealing formation.

A forbidden formation that can be considered ancient even among the dragon clan.

It requires the energy of spiritual veins, and the life of a great cultivator at the peak of the Incarnation Realm is the core of the formation. It can only be created by consuming the flesh and blood and souls of countless cultivators and mortals.

It is said that once it is refined, even true immortals can be sealed.

The refining success rate is less than one percent.

Lu Wenwu originally didn't believe this kind of ridiculous data.

But now, Lu Wenwu believed it.

It took thousands of years for that kind of power that could even destroy the world to penetrate this formation, which shows how domineering it was at its peak.

He is worthy of being a sword cultivator and the strongest sword master of the past.

Crazy enough!

Refine this ancient forbidden formation to seal the real devil.

It didn't do him any good and it couldn't even completely solve the problem.

If Lu Wenwu did not come, all his efforts would be in vain, and the creatures of this small world and the sword practitioners of Qingxuan Sword Sect would die in vain.

If the forbidden magic circle had failed to be refined, Qingxuan Sword Master would have become the sinner of the entire world and would have been completely nailed to the pillar of shame - if this world of immortal cultivation still had a future.

As a swordsman, he chose the most extreme solution.