Even without cheats, we must survive the apocalypse

Chi Xin tilted her little head, her face full of cuteness.

Lu Mu sighed.

That is Murong Zun.

And his accomplices.

Chapter 71: The lingering ghost

If there was anyone who was bold enough to do something to Feitian Bi'an in this ancient battlefield of the Southern Territory, Lu Mu could only think of the resurrected Murong Zun.

Judging from the backing behind him, Murong Zun may no longer rely on the power of the Murong clan, but has instead submitted to the secret enemy from outside the domain that brought about the catastrophe ten thousand years ago and annihilated the Xuantian Realm.

When Murong Zun was killed by him, his cultivation level was only the third level of Pigong.

But when he saw him carefully at the martial arts arena that day, Lu Mu felt an absolute sense of oppression from the new Murong Zun, as if after his rebirth, he did not fall in realm due to the loss of soul and decay of body, but became even more powerful.

And... that kind of power has a vague sense of evil.

He knew who had done it.

Up to now, of the four great generals under the throne of the Mother Goddess of the Outer Realm, two are still imprisoned in the "prison", and one is still missing. Only the Evil Sun General escaped from the Moonfall Secret Realm early. He originally relied on Murong Zun's body to act. When Lu Mu killed Murong Zun in the Hidden World Valley, the Evil Sun General kept saying "trash is not worth saving", but in fact...

He should have built a stronger "body" for Murong Zun.

Lu Mu felt uneasy.

"Did you lose the fight?"

Jin Rou also felt a little uneasy, so she asked quickly. Chi Xin was puzzled to see a strange young lady here, but since she was with Lu Mu, she must be friendly, so she replied: "We can't beat them, those two humans are super strong when they join hands!"

"We have so many demon tribes. We can't defeat them two. It would be so embarrassing to tell others about it..."

Chi Xin's voice became lower and lower as she spoke, muttering with her head down. She and Lu Mu had only traveled in the human world for two months, which was indeed a short time for the demon race, but she had never lost to a human other than Lu Mu after she transformed into a demon.

Little girls are little girls, and they can easily be depressed for a long time by such a victory or defeat.

Although she was the only one who escaped, the other monsters were actually dead.

Lu Mu coughed lightly and said, "Don't worry. I will teach these two humans a lesson for you."

"Oh, great! I feel relieved with you here!" Chi Xin clapped her hands happily, but suddenly hesitated, "But... Lu Mu, they are two people."

"It's okay, leave it to me." Lu Mu touched her head, "Be good."

Then he took out two roast chickens, but the moment the roast chickens appeared, they disappeared from Lu Mu's hand, and Chi Xin had already taken one in each hand and started to devour them.

There was a hint of surprise in Jin Rou's eyes when she looked at Lu Mu.

It's not like she had never seen a demon before, but it was rare to see a demon as pure as Chi Xin. Moreover, she had just clearly noticed that Chi Xin's attitude towards Lu Mu was very intimate, completely different from her usual behavior, and even a little overly dependent.

The young master Lu’s own “connections” seem to be a little beyond imagination.

Jin Rou walked up and whispered in his ear: "Those two humans she just mentioned...you seem to know one of them, right?"

Her eyes were sharp, as were those who practiced swordsmanship. The fleeting uneasiness and heaviness on Lu Mu's face were reflected in her eyes. Lu Mu smiled calmly: "We are old friends, then."

"Old friend?"

"I killed him once before, so we are actually quite close friends, but not the good kind."

Jin Rou was silent for a moment, feeling that this question was no longer worth exploring.

"What's next?"

She asked.

"You should have felt it, right?" Lu Mu asked back.

Jin Rou was stunned and nodded randomly.

Just in the northwest direction, at an unknown distance, there was a faint fluctuation of sword energy, which was sensed by Lu Mu and Jin Rou.

They were too far away before, and the waves caused by the sword were like a small stone thrown into the vast ocean. The waves were almost imperceptible. But now that they were closer, the power of the sword was getting closer and closer to them. Even though the distance was quite far, they could still feel it.

"It seems that this should be the sword burial ground you want to go to."

Lu Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes flickering.

Chi Xin ate two roast chickens to satisfy her hunger, then settled down for a while, leaning lazily against his waist.

"Let's go over there and take a look."

The destination was right in front of her, so Jin Rou naturally wouldn't refuse.

The three of them took off and quickly flew away from the basin surrounded by mountains.

...Only a moment later, two figures flew in from the horizon, leaving behind one silver and one black energy traces on the sky. They were a man in silver robe and a man in black robe.

They quickly fell to the ground and the man in black frowned.

"They just left."

"Humph." The silver-robed man sneered, "The girl from Feitian Bi'an was taken away by Lu Mu."

A breeze blew, and the silver robe fluttered, revealing half of Murong Zun's face. However, there was a neat claw mark on his face, deep enough to see the bone, but no blood flowed out. Only a black aura emanated from the wound. It didn't seem like poisoning, but the flesh and blood itself was so strange.

Smelling the familiar scent, Murong Zun's face darkened slightly.

An acquaintance indeed.

He took great pains to find the opportunity to pierce Murong Zun's heart and kill him.

"Where did they go?" asked the man in black robe. His voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of eeriness that made people's hair stand on end.

"Northwest."

"Chase?"

The man in black robe looked towards the northwest, with a cruel and bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

Murong Zun did not stop him, but said calmly: "There is no need to go there, that place... I can't feel any overflow, I'm afraid it has been completely wiped out by the sword force that was laid."

"As for them, you don't need to worry about them. As long as the tracking Gu you planted is still there, it will be easy to find them."

The man in black robe did not ask what Murong Zun meant by "overflow". He did not understand, nor did he need to understand.

Although the two of them are partners, their goals are completely different. What Murong Zun wants... In fact, the man in black robe himself doesn't know much about it.

"Then where are you going?"

"Inside this ancient battlefield, there is an old dragon tomb of the Gu Yue Yulong clan."

"That is the key to this great barrier that protects the domain."

Murong Zun looked at the man in black robe, and a strange smile appeared on the half of his face covered with scars.

"It seems like you and I are now the same, with half of your face disfigured..."

The man in black robe just glanced at him, his eyes revealing a hint of cold and murderous intent that he couldn't suppress, but he didn't take action, because he had no chance of winning if he fought with Murong Zun.

The two auras rushed into the air again, and under the dark clouds, they quickly disappeared in the opposite direction.

……

Half a day later, Lu Mu, Jin Rou and Chi Xin stopped in a vast wasteland.

In the wasteland, there is a sword tomb.

There may be tens of thousands of swords scattered across the wasteland, and every sword has decayed. In the center of this sword tomb is a hill made up of broken swords.

The sword force that can cut through the wilderness and destroy demons is like a swimming dragon, surging in this sword burial ground.

Many figures had already gathered around.

Chapter 72: Outside the Sword Burial Ground

Sword burial ground.

It is indeed a place as the name suggests.

Lu Mu looked around at the endless sword tombs. Each sword was stained by the vicissitudes of time, but still exuded a heart-pounding majesty and sharpness.

Maybe that's why no one dares to step into it yet.

There were actually more than twenty figures outside the Sword Burial Ground. When Lu Mu saw so many living creatures, he felt somewhat relieved. After all, he hadn't experienced any good things since he came in, and the same was true for Jin Rou and Chi Xin.

This place is full of dangers. It doesn't mean the more people there are, the better, but at least there is some sense of security.

The three of them approached quickly, and outside a place where the sword energy fluctuations were visible to the naked eye, there were a dozen demons and humans waiting there.

There are still fewer humans.

However, Lu Mu still saw a few humans who had made a name for themselves in the martial arts arena.

For example, the young nobleman holding a jade fan and followed by three golden-armored puppets, he himself only has the cultivation level of the third level of Pigong, but those puppets... are at the first level of Yuanji.

This person should be practicing the art of controlling puppets.

There was also a physical cultivator with a very strong physique. If he didn't have any demon aura, people would probably believe that he was a demon.

Seeing new faces joining, many people turned around to look. Jin Rou didn't make them pay much attention to it, but the arrival of Prince Shenghuang and Princess Feitian Bian'an surprised the monsters present.

As rising stars who stole the show in the martial arts arena, it was actually quite difficult not to recognize them.

"Nice to meet you again, Your Highness."

Lu Mu looked sideways and found that the person talking to him was Mu Geng from the Qingfeng Mad Bull clan, whose ranking he had taken away.

Mu Geng was tall and strong, which made him stand out. His skin was bronze, and his horns were still emitting a green glow. Perhaps he only needed to shake his head to create a terrifying gust of wind.

And when he looked at Lu Mu, there was still a hint of caution and fear in his eyes.

I was almost made into roast beef by this Holy Phoenix Prince.

An unforgettable experience in my life.

Lu Mu laughed and said, "Brother Mu, I didn't expect to see you here."

Mu Geng crossed his arms and said, "This place looks interesting, so I followed it."

The sword power in this sword burial ground is extremely strong and can be felt within hundreds of miles. Now that they are close, Lu Mu does not feel it deeply, but Jin Rou beside him has already had shining eyes and the hand holding the scabbard has been shaking.

Sword cultivators should have some unique resonance with this place.

"Why are you all gathered here? Is there no other entrance?"

Lu Mu looked at the fluctuations of the sword energy and swept his spiritual sense over it, and found that there was an invisible high wall of sword intent covering this sword burial ground. Everything he saw was now completely unbelievable. Only by stepping into it would they know what was waiting for them in this sword burial ground.

"The sword energy fluctuations in this place are the weakest. Even if you are in the Pigong realm, you can pass through it with all your strength. Other places..."

Mu Geng glanced to the side, and Lu Mu followed him. On the wasteland of dozens of feet, there was a... mutilated corpse. The sword energy covering his body was still devouring his flesh and blood, like a cancer attached to his bones.

It's human.

"That guy didn't believe in evil and wanted to go in from another place, and then it turned out like this. He didn't even have time to crush the shuttle order."

Lu Mu nodded.

"Pfft..."

It was like the sound of a stone being dropped into a stream of water.

The sword energy in front of everyone's eyes fluctuated violently, like a giant mouth spitting out its food. A figure escaped from it in a panic and fell to the ground.

It was a human being, covered in blood, with torn clothes, one arm hanging at his side, and the other arm hanging limply like a dead branch, as if it could be broken with just a slight pull.

However, some marks can still be seen on the clothes.

He is a disciple of the Southern Region Soul Refining Sword Sect.

He was not just an ordinary disciple. Lu Mu observed his aura. Although it was much weaker due to his injuries, he still had the power of a fourth-level Pigong master.

At this age and with this level of cultivation, he is considered a top-notch genius in the sect.

He sat up, took out two pills from his spirit ring somewhat sluggishly and swallowed them, then sat cross-legged, intending to recover from his injuries quickly.

But anyone can see that this person's injuries are not so easy to recover from.

As he practiced his skills, the sword energy that had invaded his body was forced out of his body strand by strand, as if the poison was being removed. A look of pain appeared on his face and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. Finally, he could not help but groan and spat out a mouthful of dirty black blood.