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

Gris did not continue with the second half of the sentence.

But even if you use your knees to think, you can tell that it will probably be some classic lines.

It's nothing more than some great reward from above, dealing a fatal blow to the opponent's spirit, abandoning evil and joining the light, and so on.

A trace of fear suddenly appeared on Gris's face, as if he was recalling something not so pleasant.

"That old man who was full of nonsense and kept talking about 'benevolence, righteousness, and propriety' all the time. Fortunately, he is dead. Fortunately, half of his inheritance has been cut off."

Having said that, Gris's smile became more and more unbridled, and the fire of his soul kept flickering.

"Even if you get half of his inheritance, it's useless. The boxing skills that can beat members of my tribe to their knees, crying and abandoning the tribe, have long disappeared in the long river of history."

"You are not him after all! You can't be him! There will never be another Great Demon Kong Nue! Without the inheritance of the origin law, you are just a rootless duckweed. Not only can you not achieve anything, but you will also be coveted by others."

"Like you?"

Lu Wenwu moved his body and stretched his muscles.

The completely repaired body made a crackling sound like popping beans.

"Yeah, like me."

Gris unabashedly stuck out his tongue and licked his dry, black lips.

"Even though half of the most core inheritance is missing, the body-building method left by the great demon Kong Nue is still one of the top inheritances in the body-building lineage, and it has the potential to reach the pinnacle."

"For a true god of the dead, your body, which has been tempered to near-perfect perfection, has a fatal attraction to me. It is more beautiful and attractive than any of my collections."

"Although you look ugly and have beautiful dreams, your purity seems to be very high!" Lu grinned, stretched out his palm, and hooked it in his direction, "If you want my body, then come and fight!"

"As you wish." Gris also laughed.

"Come and fight!"

Lu Wenwu's eyes became more and more excited, and he made a boxing stance.

With his feet in a bow stance, his heart beat like thunder, transporting endless amounts of energy and blood to every corner of his body, erupting with a breath as heavy as a mountain.

"Hey!"

A magic scroll with strong spatial fluctuations suddenly exploded, and a silver light like a stairway to heaven connected the sky and the earth, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.

Judging from the sound, the sound of the magic scroll being torn actually came from Gris's shriveled body.

The most advanced space-shifting scroll!

This kind of thing that can be used as a life-saving trump card can even break through the barriers of the world. It can be called a one-time portal within the world.

This old lich, who has lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, is extremely arrogant and doesn't care about the expensive consumables at all.

The battle was not over yet, and he didn't even want the hundreds of thousands of cannon fodder undead creatures he released, and ran away with Zhao Changhe's body that was still being repaired!

Looking at the deserted battlefield, Lu Wenwu was stunned.

no? ? ?

What happened to what I said?

I have my fist ready and you show me this?

He never expected that the other party would turn around and run away just after making the harsh words.

Lu Wenwu couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Were the opponents he met before a little too martial?

A true evil magician might be like this, using every possible means in battle, even words can be used as a weapon to mislead the enemy, and his main strategy is to run away if he can't win.

What is face?

nonexistent.

Come to think of it.

I have already transformed myself into an undead creature and became a lich for eternal life. Why should I care about something like face?

But what Lu Wenwu didn't quite understand was that Gris shouldn't have chosen to retreat so easily.

Both his true vision and his subconscious sixth sense clearly told him that the other party was very strong, extremely strong.

The aura revealed in his every move was even greater than that of the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron, which was at the half-step celestial level.

If the reason why he was slacking off in the fight before he killed Zhao Changhe was that he misjudged his own strength and didn't want to exert so much effort.

But after discovering his own secret and the situation on the battlefield was looking good with the help of allies, why did he retreat?

Lu Wenwu didn't understand this.

It can't be that he is in a hurry to collect Zhao Changhe's body, right?

Judging from the professional qualities of an elite ghost catcher, there is absolutely no possibility for Zhao Changhe to be resurrected perfectly.

The gray substance that repairs the body is not a ritual of resurrection. It even carries a strong sense of death, as if it is something condensed from the law of death supplemented by part of the law of life.

The military killing fist comes with extremely terrifying soul damage.

The previous punch not only broke Zhao Changhe's body, but also severely damaged his soul, destroying at least half of it.

In this situation, it is impossible to resurrect a person directly with half of the remaining soul, even if there are means to protect a part of the true spirit in advance.

Maybe a strong person at the level of immortals or gods can do it, but in the realm of ascension to gods, this is basically impossible.

Even if he is forcibly resurrected, his intelligence will be defective and he will most likely be a fool.

Could it be used to create undead creatures?

But all the points added by sword practitioners are placed on spiritual will and swordsmanship.

Without a sword and an invincible will, even if a swordsman is transformed into a black warrior or a zombie, can he still unleash the strength he had before birth?

It's just like the sword god Ryuma who was forced into the shadow in One Piece.

He was a top swordsman during his lifetime, but after his death his body was forcibly driven and he was only at the level of a small minion in the new world.

That's it.

There is no point in thinking about these things now. We should quickly join hands with Xiaobao and leave here.

He took advantage of the opponent's underestimation of the enemy and achieved success in one fell swoop, but the situation of Xiaobao, who was fighting against seven divine weapons alone as a cat, was very bleak.

With the combination of seven divine weapons at the divine artifact level, plus some pre-arranged means, even a portion of the power of heaven can be forcibly mobilized.

This is like a fight with the original power of half the world, plus seven powerful divine weapons whose strength is no less than his own.

Not to mention winning, even if they have been able to hold on until now and not be defeated, it is the result of the lack of unity among the divine soldiers, coupled with Xiaobao's incredible fighting power.

Under this level of siege, an ordinary second-level God-ascending cultivator would be instantly killed in the first encounter.

Even those who have already completed the preliminary construction of their own laws at the third level of godhood dare not guarantee victory.

If it weren't for the White Tiger Lord's natural suppressive power on the magic weapon to offset some of the opponent's power, I'm afraid that no matter how hard Xiaobao tried, he would have been defeated long ago.

The suppression by the power of heaven and earth is unreasonable.

"Xiaobao, I'm here to help you!"

Lu Wenwu roared and stomped his feet hard, charging forward like a moving mountain, rushing into the battlefield in the most brutal and unreasonable manner.

"You are such a blood-eater who doesn't know how to live or die!" Tianxuan Baoding's spiritual fluctuations were full of disdain.

It doesn't know what the great demon Kong Nu represents.

It only knew that the guy rushing into the battlefield had great brute force but no brains.

The victory on the other side of the battlefield was achieved by relying on the negligence of those two rubbish from another world. It was not fair at all.

So, what's there to be afraid of?

Thunderclouds rolled in the dome like living things, and Lu Wenwu's bulging spine was reflected as the purple lightning split the scorched earth.

“I was underestimated.”

Lu Wenwu crossed his arms to block the tide of resentful souls pouring out of the Lingxu Soul-Suppressing Tower. The slight stinging sensation from those blue-gray faces gnawing at his muscles made him frown slightly, and flames surged all over his body.

He threw a punch fiercely, and the red flames of the Purgatory Dragon's Breath rose.

The wild and fierce light of the sun burst out, and all evil creatures within a hundred miles were turned into dust.

This caused the Lingxu Soul-Calming Tower to tremble with grief.

The resentful soul is one of the sources of its power, and also the basis for its rapid improvement and challenge to the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron.

Lu Wenwu burned millions of resentful spirits to death with one punch. Even though there were billions of them in the tower, he couldn't help but groan in his heart.

"Shit shoveler!"

Xiao Bao swept past him with the power of wind and thunder, and the power of Geng and Xin that tore through the void shattered several thick purple-blue thunders as thick as water jars in the air, and bounced off the red flaming halberd that was swirling with flames, but ultimately failed to stop the silver light that disappeared.

"Be careful with that damn dagger!"

Before Baihu finished his shout, blood splattered from Lu Wenwu's wrist.

He grasped the Hidden Dragon Thorn, which had not yet completely dissipated, with his backhand. The sound of metal rubbing against each other between his fingers was mixed with the crisp sound of bones breaking.

"You're very courageous!"

Lu Wenwu grinned and used the deformed Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand to smash it out like a baseball bat. The Lingxu Soul-Suppressing Tower was also twisting the 100,000 vengeful spirits into a giant scarlet palm and slapping them down.

The divine eyes on Xiaobao's forehead suddenly lit up, and the strong wind and extremely sharp power of Geng and Xin wrapped his sharp claws, and collided with the violent thunder that was coming again.

The moment the thunder was cut off, the body of the Tianxuan Treasure Cauldron, which covered the sky and the sun, suddenly fell to the ground with a waterfall of thunder, and for the first time, it suppressed Lu Wenwu with its own power.

“That’s exciting enough!”

Blood oozed from Lu Wenwu's pores, but he was able to move mountains and fill the sea in an instant, and wielded the Sky-Splitting Sword with a grim smile.

"Such a high purity really makes me happy!"

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An endless sea of ​​blood wrapped around his arms and flowed. The true meaning of martial arts turned into a magic sword, which spun around and smashed out a terrifying fist force towards the sky.

The terrifying force that could destroy the world blasted upwards, and actually pushed the giant bronze tripod as big as a mountain into the air and prevented it from moving any further down. It also smashed the suppressive force that could shatter mountains and rivers!

"This incredible and amazing power is truly shocking!"