I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 136 Damn it, break it up with him! (6k)

Lu Wenwu returned the Longli Pearl to its original socket location.

With this move, the entire altar began to release a pure dragon power, making countless people from the Dragon Tribe become more pious and fanatical, shouting the name of the Dragon Ancestor.

What do you mean this is?

Seeing these guys who kept worshiping him, Lu Wenwu felt helpless.

He doesn't like to be someone else's ancestor for no reason, let alone someone he has believed in for ten thousand years.

If you're pretending to be someone else, that's fine.

Pretending to be the old dragon king who wiped out his own divinity in order to save the world?
He really didn't want to do it.

I can't even bear to deceive these fanatical believers.

That was someone else's work, earned with blood and tears, and he couldn't take it away.

Lu Wenwu used the "Physical Refining Technique to Conquer People with Virtue" to take back all the characteristics of the true dragon that was just born, and return to his original appearance.

He looked at Long Yuanhai in front of him and said calmly: "I'm sorry, I may disappoint you. Even if I can control the Dragon Power Pearl and the Deep Sea Altar, I am not the Dragon Ancestor you believe in."

Long Yuanhai was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that the other party would say such words, and he was a little at a loss for a moment.

You emerge from the altar left by the dragons.

Reactivated the altar, reactivated the Dragon Balls, and now you say you are not him?
then who are you?

"That, that, this."

The high priest, who was usually resolute and decisive, was actually a little embarrassed at this time.

At this moment, Long Wensheng, who was a few steps behind, had already walked up, and was now looking at his old father and the person in front of him who was suspected of being Long Zu with a confused look on his face.

Although he was far away just now, he still heard Lu Wenwu's words.

So, what exactly is happening now?
Seeing that Lu Wenwu had no intention of acting and directly showed off his cards, Xu Changjiang, the most reliable person in the team, took the initiative to step forward.

"You two, I don't know if you have misunderstood something, but Brother Tyrannosaurus is indeed not the dragon that you worship. He can only be regarded as the current controller of the Dragon Palace at best."

Very good, now the cramped situation has changed from one to two.

The father and son looked at each other, and both saw confusion and confusion in each other's eyes.

What is the current controller of Dragon Palace?
Has the god who controlled the sea thousands of years ago fallen?
Long Wensheng didn't know what to do.

But as the leader of the tribe, he instinctively felt that this explosive confidential matter should not be known to too many people, so he directly ordered all the tribesmen to practice on the spot immediately, so as not to waste the precious gift of the "Dragon Ancestor".

Long Yuanhai respectfully invited the group to the clan's meeting room, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

"I don't know what distinguished guests you are."

"I know you are curious about our origins, but you don't dare to ask because of your status." Lu Wenwu glanced at Xu Changjiang, "There is nothing that cannot be said, let this guy tell you."

He just talked about it, and he should have some experience in making up a reasonable identity to integrate into the indigenous people.

If it were Lu Wenwu.
That might be conquest by force.

Coincidentally, Long Wensheng also came in at this time, and made a salute to several people that no one could understand. From a visual inspection, it should be very respectful.

Xu Changjiang pondered for a moment and then said: "We come from the Deep Sea Dragon Palace in the Sea of ​​Absurdity. We are the former ministers of the Dragon Ancestor. This is the youngest son of the Dragon Ancestor. We have been self-proclaimed in the Dragon Palace until you held a sacrifice just now, and we were Wake up and teleport here."

"As for more, we need to know how much you know about the history of the previous ten thousand years, so that we can explain some things to you. Otherwise, I will talk for a long time and you will have no idea at all, which will only increase your troubles."

The youngest son of Dragon Ancestor?
It turns out to be the young master!
The father and son suddenly understood. Their eyes looking at Lu Wenwu became eager again, and even the trace of guard in their eyes had been completely lowered.

Lu Wenwu felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by such a fanatical gaze, so he just forced out an awkward yet polite smile in response.

Long Yuanhai saluted again and asked respectfully: "I wonder where this envoy would like to start? Our Shenlong Tribe has been blessed by the Dragon Ancestor for more than ten thousand years. Relying on the word of mouth According to legend, the number of things we know is among the best within a radius of ten thousand miles."

"Don't be formal, sit down." Xu Changjiang showed a gentle smile and stretched out his hand to signal, "In my opinion, let's start with the establishment of your Shenlong Tribe thousands of years ago. After all, you were the one who was treated differently by the Lord in the past. , I believe you must be outstanding."

Long Yuanhai's smile suddenly became stronger, and he kept saying "I don't dare", and then talked about the history he knew.

At this moment, the system suddenly sent a prompt.

[Tip: Player [Supreme Dragon God] died]

[Tip: Player [Mysterious Guest] dies]

[Tip: Player [Li Tao 123] died]

[Tip: Player [Anubis, Lord of Death of the Desert] dies]

[Tip: Player [Marinus Sharapova] dies]

In an instant, five players died at the same time.

The information contained therein is intriguing.

Generally speaking, when assigning teammates, dungeons will tend to assign players from similar regions, similar languages, and similar races to the same dungeon, or to the same initial spawn point, to create a natural team as much as possible.

Although the player IDs reported by the system are directly translated into the native language, it is not difficult to see from the naming habits that there are at least two foreigners among these five people.

Twenty people, four in each group, that's five groups.

When they were teleporting away from the center of the chaotic realm, several people noticed that there was more than one road leading here.

So this most likely means that those players who have not yet escaped from the chaotic realm were attacked by some kind of force at the same time.

There is a power in the dungeon that can instantly kill players who are at least A-level or above in different locations at the same time.
Several people who were listening to Long Yuanhai's historical story suddenly felt chills running down their spines, and the oppressive feeling of death did not weaken as they continued to skip levels.

Physical enemies are not scary.

Unknown crises are the most terrifying.

They had only passed the first day of their thirty-day survival.

God bless the central region of the continent, the new city.

All you can see are large swaths of dark red.

Countless people of all shapes and sizes are busy among them.

The high sky is as dark as ink, as if the brush of heaven has been covered with ink, and it is dense in the high sky, covering up the stars in the sky.

Can't see the moon, can't read the stars.

This land is like an eighteenth level of hell, exuding fear and foreboding that make people shudder at the first glance.

The accumulation of greenish-black mud buried half of the grim bones left behind by an unknown creature.

"Swish."

A small rodent about the size of a mouse crawls dexterously on top of the skeleton.

The tiny tentacles extending from its limbs are like hooks, firmly fixing its small body on the glorious dim bones, so that even if it is walking upside down, it can still walk on flat ground.

The tiny black carapace covering its body is like frosted biomass armor, covering up light reflection to the greatest extent, making its movements less likely to be detected by natural enemies.

Countless building materials of unknown origin were piled together haphazardly, like inferior building blocks put together by children at will, creating one bloated tall building after another that was crooked and swaying constantly.

Ten thousand years ago, this place was the most sacred sanctuary in the entire Divine Blessing Continent, and also the location of the most glorious city in the entire continent.

Countless ordinary people and practitioners hope to settle here, dreaming of one day stepping onto the divine level and becoming one of the many glorious and great gods.

However, that is all old history.

The gods of the past have long since disappeared, and the past prosperous days of human cultivation have also faded into nothingness like waves.

Today's human beings should not talk about restoring the past when technology and cultivation were highly developed.

Even the most basic social system has regressed back to the original era of ignorance, and it is just surviving in the cracks by relying on the remaining power of the gods of the past.

The real masters of God Bless the Continent are no longer the humans they once were.

Alien beasts and new humans are the current masters of this continent.

Um.
At least a common owner.

The alien beasts and new humans that mutated due to the radiation of divine power thousands of years ago are not an iron wall of strong alliances, but are on the contrary, existences that are at odds with each other.

Each one wishes the other would die.

The human survivors of the old era, that is, the small tribes who relied on the artifacts to survive, barely managed to survive because of this environment.

A silver-white teleportation wormhole opened in an abandoned basement on the edge of the new city.

Five players with bloodstains on their bodies rolled out of it, as if something extremely terrifying was chasing them and might kill them at any time.

The moment they touched the ground, they did not think about observing their surroundings or their own environment. Instead, they immediately made a fighting stance and faced the closing wormhole.

It wasn't until the two-meter-diameter silver-white mirror gradually shrunk into nothingness and dissipated into the air that the guys with frightened eyes finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They all collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, and their eyes showed the joy of surviving the disaster.

"We. We survived."

A woman with short hair who was missing half of her arm murmured, and then she grinned in pain from the wound. Then she quickly took out a bottle of the best healing potion and drank it, hoping to heal the broken arm as soon as possible.

The five of them are not members of the same natural team.

It was two teams that happened to bump into each other in the central area.

Originally, they were all fully staffed, but the quantitative change in the number of monsters caused a qualitative change.

No one knew why after both parties arrived at the same time, there were two A-level dark distortionrs standing there.

For Lu Wenwu, who knew the opponent's weaknesses, these two dark aberrations were easy to kill in an instant. They were nothing to be afraid of and could only be made into sheep's heads to drink.

But for these A-level players, the battle between two A-level dark aberrations was a brutal one.

Four A-level players can barely compete with the A-level BOSS.

It doesn't mean that eight A-level players can barely compete with two A-level bosses.

The inequality is immediately resolved.

In order to leave the chaotic realm, three players were killed, and the rest were severely injured at least to the level of severed limbs. In this way, they managed to kill a dark aberrant and rushed into the teleportation wormhole.

As for how the other two teams of four killed two people instantly in the "maze", they also didn't know.

I rested for about five minutes.

At a certain moment, the five people in the room suddenly looked at each other, and then all retreated together with their initial teammates, taking a defensive posture.

They were running for their lives side by side just now. It only took them a moment to look at each other, and this fragile alliance collapsed instantly.

This copy is not protected by copy rules.

Killing people can explode equipment!

"Hey guys, calm down."

On the other side of the trio, a less injured white man stood up and motioned for everyone to stop being so tense.

"We have all seen the situation in this dungeon. Not long after we entered, six players have already lost their lives. The mortality rate is a bit outrageous."

"Under such circumstances, we can only survive if we cooperate. If the monsters from before come again, we will have no choice but to wait for death! I suggest that we sign another contract."

This white man was probably quite popular and eloquent. He then listed the interests and eased the atmosphere between the two parties.

Under his persuasion, the five people actually gave up their plans to fight among themselves and signed a cooperation contract.

Moreover, he volunteered to go out to explore a circle of information, and brought back a new human being as the source of the information for a little torture to prepare for their next actions.

If Lu Wenwu were here, he would definitely feel familiar with the appearance of this new human being.

Tentacles, chitinous carapace, multiple facial features, multiple limbs.
This was exactly the same as the survivors and evolvers he saw in the first dungeon he officially participated in. They were completely carved out of the same mold.

Soon, the results of the torture came out.

This guy knows nothing about the so-called social structure, geographical environment, etc.

He only knew that the entire new city was ruled by a person called the "leader", who were all believers of the New Human Evolution Cult.

The leader is the descendant of God, the greatest being in the world besides God, and has lived for many, many years.

He himself has to obey the orders of the "priest" and perform high-intensity work every day.

A little laziness will become blood food for the next meal.

Yes, blood food.

Just like the evolvers back then, this sect has taken cannibalism out in the open, and doesn't care whether this will reduce the already-not-abundant population.

The New Human Evolution Cult seems to be well versed in brainwashing methods.

This guy who was captured, as the lowest-level, slave-like believer, was extremely fanatical about the God of Origin revered in the sect.

He firmly believes that even if he is eaten by other believers, he will eventually return to the kingdom of the God of Origin, become a part of Him, and transform into that eternal and immortal existence.

In addition, he also firmly believes that cannibalism is glorious and worthy of pride. It is abandoning those who hinder the evolution of the race and contributing to the evolution of the entire new human race.

After the torture revealed these things, the five people who were sent to the new city fell silent on the spot.

Even the white youth who had previously called for everyone to unite remained silent and frowned.

How the dungeon natives engage in cults is their business, and criticizing their outlook and morals is meaningless.

But people like me are now in the lair of this evil cult that eats people without blinking an eye!

How can they pretend to be one of these cultists?

In the eastern part of the Divine Blessing Continent, there is the Shenlong Tribe.

In the brightly lit tent, the four of them also fell into deep thought after hearing Long Yuanhai's story.

The situation on the New Humanity side is not bad, mainly because the current situation and history of the continent are thought-provoking.

According to this old man who is five hundred years younger, the God Blessed Continent was once extremely glorious.

At that time, not only was the road to becoming a god not yet cut off, strong men emerged in large numbers, and there were many gods, but even ordinary people without cultivation could possess extremely powerful power through some "treasures".

The gods protected all living beings until 10,000 years ago, when everything changed.

Some creatures began to exhibit strange mutations.

Their thinking was distorted, and they began to become murderous and violent, trying to destroy everything they saw.

At first, it was the lowest level of beasts and insects without cultivation, and later it came to livestock, wild beasts, and even ordinary people without cultivation.

The Divine Blessing Man, who was at his peak at the time, paid no attention at all.

It wasn't until this happened to cultivators and alien beasts that all the forces on the mainland finally started to pay attention.

However, it was too late.

In just three years, this strange plague-like force infected 90% of the lives on the continent.

Moreover, decades after the infection broke out, these infected beings all showed varying degrees of mutations.

They become more powerful, more terrifying, more rational, and more difficult to kill.

This tug-of-war lasted for hundreds of years.

In the end, only the gods and their shelter were left struggling to resist.

If the situation does not worsen, the gods and the forces they protect will actually have a chance to clean up the ground.

However, the erosion of strange power is everywhere.

Until the first god was infected, all efforts collapsed and were completely in vain.

The most powerful Dragon King spent nine hundred years, leading his remaining combat power to sweep away all the gods, top powerhouses, and strange beasts, and stored all the large-scale pollution that could be collected in the Dragon Palace.

All the top resources were used to forge the Nine Heavens Demon-Sealing Formation, and the rest became the clan-suppressing artifacts of various tribes for each tribe to reluctantly practice.

Lu Wenwu and the others also knew the rest of the story.

The remaining human survivors in the Divine Blessing Continent rely on the inheritance left by their ancestors to survive.

The infected alien beasts share the world with those infected who call themselves new humans and believe in the God of Origin.

The cultural inheritance of mankind in Shenbless Continent was almost completely destroyed in this catastrophe, leaving only a fragment of the practice method.

If Lu Wenwu and others hadn't accidentally teleported into the Dragon Palace, the old Dragon King's desperate stud plan would have been declared bankrupt.

Judging from the current top level of combat power in the Divine Blessing Continent, even if the remnant soul of the old Dragon King could be restored to S level, it would be enough to easily sweep across the entire continent.

"So, what will appear within these thirty days that will allow the system to determine this world as an A-level dungeon?"

After returning to the tent arranged by the Shenlong Tribe and seeing off the respectful father and son named Long, Lu Wenwu rubbed his chin and thought about this problem distressedly.

The other three are also thinking.

Xu Changjiang made up a story for everyone that was very suitable for completing the task.

It probably means that within these thirty days, a world-destroying disaster will come, so they are awakened from their slumber and go to the land to save the remaining people.

It sounds very messianic at first listen.

The main mission is indeed to survive for thirty days.

But according to the players' understanding of the system, some major event or disaster must happen within these thirty days.

Solve it, or find ways to survive within this big event, this is the real task.

Based on the current description of the continent's form, it seems that a war between new humans and alien beasts is the most reliable guess.

But Lu Wenwu immediately rejected this conjecture proposed by Wu Jianqing.

This was the third time he had bumped into the god from outside the realm.

In addition, the name of this dungeon is [The Coming of the Evil God], and Lu Wenwu is certain that the final incident must be related to this extraterrestrial god.

If it is a simple and crude war, then why isn't the name of the dungeon called [War of xx]?
Therefore, the key to the problem can only be hidden in that cult with a long name, and what the other party does does not look like something fun at first glance.

You can't.
Was it the god from outside the realm who came in person?

Lu Wenwu was startled by his own thoughts.

Probably not. This would be too out of specification and could not be something that could appear in an A-level dungeon.

According to normal logic, if he and others did not appear in the Dragon Palace, the old Dragon King would have broken through the great formation he had set up and led the infected Dragon Palace undead back to the mainland.

He got rid of the old Dragon King who had not recovered to his peak in advance, but the mission was not over yet.

That also proves that there is power on this continent that can restrain the old Dragon King.

Also, what was the mistake that the old Dragon King made before he died?

Damn it, the Riddler gets out of Gotham!
I can’t even explain my last words clearly!

Lu Wenwu was indignant.

Seeing that his teammates had not discussed the results yet, he said decisively: "If it doesn't work, just break up with them!"

Xu Changjiang was startled: "Brother Tyrannosaurus, my brother and ancestor, who do you dislike again? Wasn't that old dragon king enough for you?"

"Of course it broke out with the New Human Evolution Cult!"

Lu Wenwu showed his arms and rolled up his sleeves, and said irritably and matter-of-factly.

"It's too troublesome to use your brain. I don't like it. Let's call some brothers and rush to the new city to kill everyone in their headquarters. The problem will be solved."

Wu Jianqing: "."

Xu Changjiang: "."

The pretentious AC little cow: "Fight! It's fun! When are we going to leave, Tyrannosaurus?"

Wu Jianqing and Xu Changjiang immediately glared at him.

(End of this chapter)