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

After just one year in this dungeon world, my strength has increased far more than that of several years of hard work combined!

Quantitative change is enough to cause qualitative change.

Lu Wenwu even felt that if he met the Archbishop of Judgment who held the artifact and summoned the gods again, he would not have to exert any effort. He could kill him with a single punch under normal circumstances.

Even if he is at the level of the God of Blood and Darkness, a full-power Great Sun Punch can crush half of his body - provided that he is hit head-on.

With such a powerful force, I wonder if we can go into the abyss and completely wipe out that damn Savior Army from this world?

Lu Wenwu is very vindictive.

The other party repeatedly picked trouble with him for no reason, and even Liu Ming was seriously injured by them.

Only by killing their entire family can I vent my hatred!

The last time I went back to Blue Star, it was difficult to fight against ordinary pseudo-gods. The chances of winning or losing were fifty-fifty. It was simply unrealistic to go to the abyss for revenge.

With my current strength, it should be enough!

I just don't know what the upper limit of the normal first level of godhood is?

Do I have the qualifications to fight against a powerful person who has reached the second level of deification?

How powerful is the Fire Demon Lord in Kashan who rules an entire layer of the abyss?

Just as Lu Wenwu fell into deep thought, the Star Staff, which did not disintegrate along with the body of the Magic Goddess, suddenly moved on its own.

It transformed into a portal of pure starlight in the air and slowly opened.

In other words, it was not meant to be opened.

It was forcibly opened by that black airflow!

What emanated from the inside was a corrupt force whose concentration was unknown times higher than that in the Magic Goddess' body.

That kind of extreme evil would instantly corrupt even a near-god-like being, degenerating into a puppet of desire.

A faint voice sounded in Lu Wenwu's ears: "Go! I can't stand it anymore!"

A male voice!

Lu Wenwu immediately perked up.

Boy, I told you that such a legendary figure couldn’t die so quietly!

I have to go in and see what's going on!

Without waiting for the other party to say anything else, Lu Wenwu's qi and blood began to circulate, and he stepped in without any hesitation.

It was a country almost completely plunged into darkness.

The first time Lu Wenwu opened his eyes and saw the scene in front of him, he was shocked by the other person's physical condition.

It was a black mountain of flesh.

A huge mountain of flesh that looked like mud.

Countless indescribable synapses and tendrils grew on it, absorbing the materialized black airflow into its body, making this already extremely shabby and twisted object even stronger.

Even if you close your eyes, you can still feel the twisted and corrupt power that has reached its extreme madness.

Inaudible whispers murmured in my ears, and countless crazy and dark thoughts boiled and surged in my mind.

Even a near-god... No! Even a true god who has just completed his transformation and promotion will be instantly corrupted by this power!

Lu Wenwu's pupils shrank slightly.

It is clearly written in the analysis given by the Eye of True Vision.

[Twisted Thought Aggregate/Magic God Magik]

Chapter 357 God's Will

To be honest, Lu Wenwu is a little confused right now.

He had thought of many ways to meet the God of Magic, and had also imagined many different things about him.

But he never expected that the other party had lost all his human form.

this.

This doesn't fit the normal script!

The super macho man who was invincible and undefeated in his time, has now become like this?

Although after seeing the choices made by so many powerful people in the copy world, Lu Wenwu still had a vague guess about the current situation of the God of Magic.

But in the end

He still looked forward to having a relatively normal meeting with an epic feel.

The sight of the constantly wriggling, deformed mountain of flesh before him made him feel mixed emotions.

"The God of Magic?"

"headmaster?"

"Majik?"

Lu Wenwu called out several names in succession, but the previous voice did not respond.

Only an extremely weak wave of thought flashed by, almost undetectable.

This was keenly captured by Lu Wenwu.

He then flapped his dragon wings and flew upwards.

The former Dark Yin Dragon Wings were completely integrated into Lu Wenwu's body along with the thunder tribulation and have become a part of his body.

At this time, it is easier to operate and the level of control is more microscopic.

At the top of the meat mountain, there was an almost imperceptible flicker of light.

That is pure starlight.

It was as faint as the last bit of wick in a candlestick, like a terminally ill patient, collapsed powerlessly on the hospital bed, relying on a ventilator to support his last breaths.

The emotion called despair is spreading, permeating every corner of this space.

Lu Wenwu tasted a hint of unwillingness in this despair that was like a tide.

He thought about it, and the golden sun of merit rose up behind him, protecting him firmly.

A layer of gold-plated "membrane" quickly covered his body, flowing and swirling like water waves, with a warmth that could break all the coldness.

This is the product of the fusion of the power of merit and the power of the sun.

If there is anything that can restrain this corrupting force that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, these two must be good choices.

Judging from the experience gained from the God of Blood and Dark Night, perhaps a sea of ​​blood formed by pure murderous intent and bloody evil spirit also has the same isolation effect, and may even be better.

But Lu Wenwu was not very willing to gamble.

The mountain of meat in front of us was already in a precarious state.

If we add some unknown force to stimulate it, who knows what it will turn into?

He cautiously extended his hand and came into contact with the sticky flesh and blood that was emitting starlight.

In just a moment, Lu Wenwu's power of merit began to be used crazily at the speed of a flood. The flame of the golden sun of merit rose violently and became more and more vigorous.

Violent black smoke rose from the place where his palm touched, almost burning into a gray-black flame.

This is different from the negative force injected into the body of a god. Instead, it is a special substance that appears after being completely burned out by the power of merit and the sun.

Such a crude purification did not completely destroy it, but it was definitely weakened to the point where even ordinary people with strong wills could withstand it.

As a large amount of black, twisted and distorted flesh and blood was burned into a thick black fog that floated up, the previously flickering starlight became brighter and brighter, and the thoughts and will it exuded began to become firmer.

The seeds to break the darkness began to take root and sprout, and the consciousness that transmitted the voice rekindled hope.

In the process of purifying the deformed flesh and blood through the Golden Sun of Merit, Lu Wenwu also tried to refine it directly through [Evil Nemesis] and [Devouring the Heaven and the Earth].

The results were less than ideal.

The former could not draw even a trace of "evil power" from it.

In the latter case, the input and output are totally disproportionate.

All the energy swallowed into the body would be used for replenishment, which would be many times more than what is consumed by simple purification now.

And there is also the risk of mental corruption.

Lu Wenwu didn't hesitate for even a second and directly gave up these two methods.

He also didn't choose to let Maomao take a bite to try.

The risk is too great, and Maomao doesn’t have any resurrection coins!

It was under such circumstances that a tug-of-war broke out between the two sides.

Lu Wenwu was trying to consume more flesh and blood from the black distorted mountain of flesh in order to dig out the consciousness that was buried deep inside.

The black distorted meat mountain is replenishing itself by absorbing a large amount of negative energy, making the corrupt power that can even distort the minds of gods stronger, while recovering itself at the same time.

Lu Wenwu has never been afraid of a tug-of-war, as he has an extremely strong recovery ability.

Today, he seemed to have met his match.

The deeper he dug, the more energy he consumed, increasing exponentially.

This made Lu Wenwu frown slightly.

This means that it is almost impossible for him to wear down the opponent through this kind of tug-of-war of attrition.

As long as one's own consumption reaches a certain level, the offensive and defensive momentum will be reversed, and one's own recovery speed will be much lower than the consumption speed.

By then, even he himself might be in crisis.

I do not know how long it has been.

Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour.

The top of the meat mountain finally melted completely, and Lu Wenwu successfully found the center point of recovery and consumption.

Now, the competition between the two sides has reached a complete stalemate.