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Chapter 287 Spiritual Vein! Spiritual Vein!
In the past, Lu Wenwu's control of power in every punch was extremely precise.

Apart from risking one's life, one punch is just enough to kill the opponent.

He had just broken through to the realm of all-powerful godhood, and was not yet able to control and release his strength freely.

Although the scene was spectacular, it was actually lacking in the use of force and a lot of energy was wasted.

Damn, not everyone can make a breakthrough on the battlefield.

It was a bit of a miscalculation.

Lu Wenwu stood there forcefully, intimidating everyone in all directions.

The pure and majestic dragon might swept across, murderous aura and killing intent were everywhere, and the large gap created by the full-strength attack of the military killing fist was not filled by the split creature for a while, and a blank area appeared on the entire battlefield.

This gave Lu Wenwu some breathing space.

Although that punch was exhilarating, it also emptied out the little remaining strength in his body.

His spiritual consciousness and physical strength were completely exhausted.

The reason why he can stand here without falling down is because of his inhuman willpower, and Maomao is also frantically converting his own strength to supply him.

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor?"

In a trance, Lu Wenwu heard someone calling him.

He wanted to turn around and take a look, but he had no strength left.

Fortunately, those voices had come close to him, and an equally tall and solid body supported him, so that he no longer had to use his spiritual sense to forcibly keep himself standing.

It’s the old dragon Jiao Shengwu.

After transforming into a dragon body, Jiao Shengwu, who had a second spring, had the fastest killing speed on the battlefield among all the people of his time, and was promoted from a peak goalkeeper to a T0 combat force.

Only the Blood River Demon Lord, who is best at killing, can rival him.

In addition to Jiao Shengwu, the Blood River Demon Lord, the Infinite Sword Lord, the Kongluo Buddha Lord, and the Hengru Saint Lord were also present.

These five people can be considered the strongest in the world.

There were also several powerful men that Lu Wenwu had never seen before. Judging from their aura, they were also old guys at the peak of the Spirit Transformation stage and close to ascending to heaven.

The physical condition of these people is not very good. They all have disordered breathing and injuries.

I'm just relying on the elixirs to regulate my breathing and hold on.

The left arm of one of them was even broken at the root. A ball of corrupt power was entrenched on it like a maggot on the tarsal bone. It was blocked by the great aura of Saint Hengru, so it did not affect his combat effectiveness too much.

Lu Wenwu took the opportunity to stuff pills into his mouth, and crushed the dozens of golden pills he had saved up and ate them.

"What are you doing here?"

"Here to help you."

The Blood River Demon Lord raised his hand and blasted away a ungrateful split creature, saying.

"We have seen the current situation. If we don't deal with the True Demon Queen, we can't win this war. The brothers are risking their lives to fight against the opponent's energy. How can we win?"

"I know we are not as strong as you, but there is no way you can rush through by yourself. Let's not talk about whether you can defeat the True Demon Queen. Even if you can, can you withstand those endless streams of Split Organisms by yourself?"

Lu Wenwu did not refute, what the other party said was indeed reasonable.

"We took advantage of the brief gap created by your breakthrough just now to rush over together." Saint Hengru added, "There is still a late-stage Spiritualization cultivator on the other side of the defense line to support us. We arranged a deputy commander in advance before the war began, so there is no need to worry about the battle line being disrupted."

These two people have been in power for many years and have much more experience in warfare than Lu Wenwu.

Even though they didn't have the ability to analyze, they quickly grasped the essence of the matter.

In addition, Lu Wenwu has been trying to move forward, so they naturally understand what is the key to solving the problem.

It’s just that there are too many fission organisms, scattered across various small battle zones and defense lines, and they simply don’t have the ability like Lu Wenwu to single-handedly charge into the center of the battlefield.

When Lu Wenwu broke through in the battle and shocked the creatures on the field for a moment, these True Gods who saw the timing were extremely decisive.

There was not even eye contact between them, but they all seized this opportunity and gathered from all parts of the battlefield towards the first line of defense where Lu Wenwu was, and met in the center.

After hearing the explanation from Saint Hengru, Lu Wenwu's expression eased slightly.

In this kind of large-scale battlefield involving millions of monks and tens of millions of monsters, once the commander-in-chief is lost, all the monks and monsters will be reduced to a pile of scattered sand.

The defense will collapse incredibly quickly.

Not to mention the greater battlefield pressure and higher intensity of war that the defense line itself will face after the top combat forces are withdrawn.

Saint Hengru got straight to the point: "Including you, the ten of us are already the strongest force in the world. If we join forces, is it possible for us to defeat the scattered immortals?"

"I don't know." Lu Wenwu told the truth directly, "But we have to try, right? There is no other way."

Demon Lord Xuehe interrupted and said, "To be honest, I personally think that the chances of this plan succeeding are slim. Even if we can get to the True Demon Queen, and even if the combat power of that Split Lifeform is at the bottom among its peers, I don't think that together we can withstand the siege of hundreds of late-stage Spiritualization cultivators."

"It's still what Your Majesty said just now. We have to give it a try, right? We have no other choice." Wuliang Jianzun said, "Let's give it a try. As long as we can kill the True Demon Queen, these split organisms will be nothing but rootless duckweed. Even if the Doomsday Line is breached, we will be able to wipe them out sooner or later."

"Amitabha, what the infinite donor said is absolutely true."

The Buddha still had that calm expression and indifferent tone.

If his cassock didn't have those torn marks, and his simple grey monk robe wasn't stained with large patches of blood, he would still be a very "highly accomplished monk".

"Then do it."

Lu Wenwu grinned and sat cross-legged on the spot.

"Go back to the first line of defense and guard for me for an hour. I need to adjust myself, and you also need to take turns to recover."

Without saying a word, the old dragon transformed into a real dragon, carried Lu Wenwu on his back and prepared to turn around and go back, but he suddenly staggered and his body collapsed.

He was nearly crushed to the ground by a tremendous force. He instantly mobilized his innate demonic power to support himself with all his might. He finally managed to stand firm and took difficult steps towards the first line of defense.

It was not a physical heaviness, but a huge sense of oppression on the soul.

He looked back at the source of the pressure and couldn't help but gasp.

That's the Dragon Palace!

Has His Majesty the Dragon Emperor been fighting under this kind of pressure before?

The old dragon's admiration for Lu Wenwu reached a new level. This powerful force deserves his heartfelt respect.

No matter what, this is also a top-level immortal war weapon personally refined by the Dragon Ancestor, and it is a true immortal weapon.

Essentially, it was something that shouldn't even appear in the underworld, let alone be used. This was also why Lu Wenwu had always maintained his half-human, half-dragon body, and even when he reached his limit, he didn't use his pure human body, which consumed less energy, to fight.

If it weren't for the resonance of dragon blood, the strength of the Purgatory Dragon Body, and the magical body-refining technique of Virtue, he would not be able to drive such a powerful top-level war weapon.

This is like a child playing with a Guandao, not to mention fighting with such spiritual pressure - even if he doesn't need to provide energy!

Lu Wenwu, who noticed the old dragon's difficulty, smiled helplessly, turned over and jumped down, and moved step by step back to the rear of the first line of defense.

The other few peak-level spirit-transformation masters also followed his lead.

Once they returned to the area between the first and second lines of defense, everyone's pressure suddenly dropped.

Facing a large number of split organisms in the middle and late stages of the Divine Transformation Realm, it is very difficult to resist.

But when the nine strongest warriors join forces, it is easy to block them if they are below the early stage of Spirit Transformation. Often, a large number of them can be knocked down by one spell.

They killed silently, recovered silently, and waited silently.

The nine people who came here knew it well.

This forced beheading will most likely result in death.

But they did not look back.

Lu Wenwu recovered very quickly.

With the help of the elixir, he recovered to his peak in less than half an hour.

This terrifying recovery ability amazed all the powerful gods.

As expected, he is the Dragon Emperor!
Lu Wenwu stood up, stretched his muscles, and glanced at the Dragon Mansion which was unfolding the posture of the Great Wall of Purgatory.

"We need to hurry up. The reserve of low-grade spirit veins here is less than 2,000, and the spirit veins at the edge of the world have all been burned out. The situation is not optimistic."

Lu Wenwu said earlier that we need to cherish every second, and this was not empty talk.

When the war form of Purgatory Wall is deployed, the resources consumed every second are astronomical.

According to the current intensity of the war and the number of participants and their cultivation level, a complete low-grade spirit vein can only last for one minute!

For every twenty-four hours of fighting, one thousand four hundred and forty spirit veins will disappear from this world forever.

And all the inferior spiritual veins on land and sea added together, there are only about 6,000 of them!

They have to speed up.

If we fight to the end, even if we can defeat the True Demon Queen, it will be meaningless.

A world without spiritual veins and modern technology is completely powerless to fight against the corrupt forces that permeate the world.

The whole world will gradually disappear.

"The rate at which our spirit veins are being consumed has remained the same since the start of the war. This is not a good sign, and we have suffered heavy casualties," Lu Wenwu added.

In the Purgatory Wall form, in addition to the spiritual vein power to maintain the basic consumption after deployment, the energy consumption will also increase and decrease accordingly based on the strength and number of participating creatures, as well as the overall intensity of the war.

If we follow normal logic, the number of fission biomass has been continuously increasing and the pollution concentration has been rising.

In this way, the consumption of the Purgatory Wall should continue to increase.

But now, consumption is the same as when the war began, which can only mean one thing.

The coalition forces composed of monks and monsters are suffering large-scale deaths in battle!
Because there is no need to bless more life forms, the consumption remains unchanged as one increases while the other decreases!
Hearing Lu Wenwu's reminder, the nine strong men all looked solemn, their spiritual power surged, and they stepped into the battlefield in front of the first line of defense again with determination.

Lu Wenwu, who had returned to his peak, had dark dragon flames burning on his body, and the dazzling golden battle pattern shone brightly.

"Take me as your spearhead, charge!"

Southern mainland.

Duan Chaolong had been flying the flying sword, taking his silly apprentice with him for two days and two nights without sleep, and taking a fasting pill when he was hungry.

At this moment, his eyes were already bloodshot, like those monks who had gone astray.

But he didn't dare stop, not even for a moment.

All the villages and cities that I passed by in the past three days were deserted. I guess the Immortal Dao Alliance was well prepared and relocated these mortals in advance.

This would not be a random shot, it must have been anticipated.

If you stay, you will die. You must run!
Therefore, only when the spiritual power in the body has been squeezed out of every bit left, Duan Chaolong will drop his flying sword, lead Liu Erniu to move forward with his legs, take out a spirit stone to replenish some spiritual power, and then continue on their way.

Even urinating is done on the flying sword!
Duan Chaolong didn't think there was anything shameful about this, as he was not some immortal master.

I'm just a small foundation-building person who has been struggling at the bottom of the world of immortal cultivation. Just staying alive is already tiring. How can I have the energy to maintain some messy ethics and morals in such an uninhabited place?
The black fog that covered the mountains and fields followed behind him like a death warrant.

After seeing several Yuanying Zhenjun being devoured and assimilated with his own eyes, he was almost frightened to death and rushed madly towards the north.

After three days, no matter how stupid Duan Chaolong was, he had discovered it.

The reason why he can run faster than those Yuanying Zhenjuns and temporarily resist the erosion of the black mist is not because he is so powerful.

He was just relying on the jade pendant on his chest that sealed a low-grade spiritual vein.

"Master, may you bless me, Master, may you bless me"

Duan Chaolong muttered to himself as he continuously squeezed out spiritual power from his Dantian foundation and sent it into the flying sword that was already trembling from excessive use.

Liu Erniu handed him a pill with concern, and advised worriedly: "Master, there are only three Qi-recovering pills left. We are already far away from the black fog. You should take a rest."

Duan Chaolong, with red eyes, took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp. Without even turning his head, he replied, "Rest? With the speed at which the black fog is spreading, we will be caught up soon! The teleportation array has failed. If we don't fly day and night, will we still be alive?"

Liu Erniu shrank his neck and stammered, "Master, how about you just leave me behind. I have always been clumsy, and the sect lost me because of me."

For a moment, Duan Chaolong was really moved.

He really wanted to throw this burden away and fly away on his sword alone.

If it were just him, he would have already been completely out of the danger zone by now.

I can't say that I can sleep soundly, but at least I can have a good sleep and have a hot meal.

He looked down on this silly apprentice from the very beginning.

He is stupid, has little talent, and is extremely cowardly.

But, humans are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless?
Even if you raise a cat or a dog, they are filled with emotions!
After going through so many things together, Duan Chaolong had already sincerely accepted his silly apprentice.

(End of this chapter)