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

Chapter 290: Burn Your Boats and Die Hard

How to do?
Everyone turned their eyes to Lu Wenwu.

Among those present, he was the only one who had the final say.

Whether it is identity, status, or strength.

The unrivaled power and the position of Dragon Emperor all prove this point.

"Your Majesty, if the top combat forces are withdrawn, how long can we last at most?" A powerful god-transforming warrior stopped his own blood from flowing and couldn't help asking.

Lu Wenwu sensed it slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he replied: "If we extract all the mid- and late-stage masters of the Spiritualization Realm, and then increase the amplification of the Purgatory Great Wall to the limit, and burn the spirit veins at all costs, then huh?"

Having said this, Lu Wenwu suddenly stopped and made a puzzled sound.

His eyes opened slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Interesting. Is this human nature?"

The top warriors looked bewildered, with doubts in their eyes.

human nature?
What is human nature?
At this time, do you still have time to gain enlightenment here?

"Send out the command talisman. All True Lords in the middle and late stages of the Spiritual Transformation stage should immediately form teams nearby and assemble at the first line of defense." Lu Wenwu stood up and said calmly.

"What?" Saint Hengru was shocked. "Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, please think twice! Excuse me, although there is a chance of success if we mobilize strong men to forcibly behead, I don't think the remaining disciples can hold the second line of defense! If you can't explain the reason, I can't obey your order!"

What Saint Hengru said makes sense.

All the cultivators in the middle and late stages of the Divine Transformation were mobilized to form a death squad. With the support of the Great Wall of Purgatory, Saint Hengru had no doubt that he and his men could reach the True Demon Queen.

With more than ten True Lords at the peak of the Spiritual Transformation stage joining forces, plus Lu Wenwu, the extremely powerful Dragon Emperor, they may not be without the opportunity to defy the will of heaven and kill the immortals.

This is indeed recorded in the history of the immortal cultivation world!

A brilliant swordsman and a Dragon Emperor have both done this.

Even though they themselves died soon after due to serious injuries after killing the immortal, it did work.

They have a chance, but what about their defense?

Just rely on those god-transformation-level war shadows to hold the scene?

Without the support of a true late-stage Spirit Transformation Real Master, they would have no chance of being a match for those vast and numerous Splitting Organisms.

The enemy's numbers are too large, and they can easily drain the spiritual power of the monks who are fighting.

Poor endurance happens to be one of the biggest drawbacks of War Shadow.

Once the defense line collapses too quickly, hundreds of millions of fission organisms will invade the heart of the world of immortal cultivation in a very short time, killing all life within their sight and polluting all the land beneath their feet.

Even the sky will become dark and the sun's rays will be obscured.

At that time, even if they could really eliminate the True Demon Queen, the remaining massive amount of polluting power would completely destroy everything in the world of immortal cultivation and fundamentally destroy the living environment needed by all living things.

In this case, even if the beheading is successful, it will be meaningless.

Not only Saint Hengru, most of the other people in the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation realm also thought so.

Only the Buddha Lord Konglu, the Demon Lord Xuehe, and the old dragon Jiao Shengwu stood firmly behind Lu Wenwu, trusting the orders he gave without reason.

Lu Wenwu was not annoyed by this.

He thinks that he is not some Long Aotian-style protagonist who has an aura of public speaking and the other party will believe whatever he says without thinking and their morale will soar.

It's normal to doubt, it's normal to be skeptical.

When it comes to matters concerning the life and death of the entire world, even the identity of the Dragon King is of no use.

It worked before because everyone understood that the only way out of the world was unity.

But now it is a seemingly unsolvable deadlock, and it requires a life-and-death struggle to win.

Without a fixed pattern, you naturally need to think more and provide strong evidence and reasonable ideas.

But what he was more curious about was why the old monk believed so firmly in his words?
Glancing at the Buddha Kong Liao who was silently reciting the Mantra of Rebirth, Lu Wenwu explained: "You will know the reason in about an incense stick of time. Before that, try to recover as much as possible. There will be a bloody battle later."

"Okay, then let's follow what His Majesty the Dragon Emperor says."

Saint Hengru thought about it and simply sat down.

I can wait for the time of a stick of incense.

Even if they didn't have this time, they were already very tired and needed enough time to meditate and regulate their breathing.

In this way, the other several True Gods of Transformation followed suit and also began to take pills to stabilize their internal energy and slowly repair the injuries they suffered from the previous battle.

The spiritual veins in various places are constantly trembling, as if the world is trying to squeeze out its last bit of strength and release a desperate attack.

The Dragon Palace is connected to the veins of the world, and every move cannot escape the perception of the controller.

With the help of the power of the Dragon Palace, Lu Wenwu could clearly feel that a large amount of spiritual vein power was constantly being drawn, and the fluctuations of space jumps became more frequent.

Gee.
When I was about to die, I finally felt the pain.

Anyway, I have contributed to this world.
Lu Wenwu looked into the distance, towards the direction of the True Demon Queen.

The huge claws that covered the sky and the sun waved up and down, and countless corrupt forces were like thick ink, constantly spreading and sweeping across the entire world of immortal cultivation.

The spiritual veins at the outermost circle have been completely drained, forming a spiritual vacuum.

The speed of spread is as slow as expected, but it is still advancing forward slowly and unwaveringly.

Even if he hadn't noticed the unusual movement just now, he had already decided to fight to the death.

The concentration of corrupt power in this world is already very high, we can't wait any longer.

With a slight closing of his eyes, the dilapidated scene of the Qingxuan Sword Sect's small world appeared before his eyes, shocking!
After a long time, there was finally a hint of change in the noisy battlefield.

It was like dropping a stone into an already turbulent battlefield.

It caused some waves, but did not attract too much attention.

As time went by, the sounds of breaking through the air were heard one after another. The power of the spiritual vein, which was originally burning at a gradually slowing speed, suddenly surged and was increasing rapidly at an incredible speed.

Lu Wenwu's eyes suddenly widened, his energy and spirit had already reached its peak, and his fighting spirit soared to the sky.

"Duh!"

A spell exploded in the air, and a huge bronze hammer seemed to come from the sky, passing through layers of black curtains and falling on the battlefield like a meteor.

"boom!"

The rolling air waves, carrying countless blood, mud, ice and snow, exploded in all directions. The violent thunder jumped like a silver snake, triggering a chain reaction. The flames ignited by the thunder instantly divided a large area of ​​the battlefield.

Countless numbers of split organisms were annihilated in this attack!
Even though they have extremely strong vitality, they seem so small and weak in the face of absolute power and violence.

This heavy hammer blow seemed to bring the entire battlefield to a standstill for a moment.

Even those monks who had not noticed the changes on the battlefield before were alarmed, and the most sensitive peak-level gods also noticed it. This kind of super-large-scale killing method of the true gods inducing celestial phenomena, urging their own life instruments to the extreme and then smashing them into the sea of ​​monsters is actually very stupid on the battlefield today.

The number of casualties caused is totally disproportionate to the amount of spiritual power expended.

Besides, the fission organisms are not intelligent creatures. These guys, who only have destruction and killing in their minds, have no idea what fear is, let alone what deterrence is.

Therefore, this powerful method, which looks very imposing but is actually not very cost-effective, was quickly eliminated in high-intensity battles.

Instead, there is a single-target burst method that saves more spiritual energy and has the highest killing efficiency.

Those combat practitioners who did not know how to save spiritual energy and change their fighting methods are now all dead.

This is undoubtedly a foolish act.

But it was precisely this kind of foolish behavior that made countless monks feel excited, and the morale that had been gradually declining suddenly soared.

This means - support!
This support was not originally planned!
Those guys who had been hiding in the cave without any corresponding signs came to support!

"It's just an out-of-region evil demon. Your Thunder Hammer Grandpa is coming!"

An old man who was nearly five meters tall and had more exaggerated muscles than a bodybuilding champion, smashed into the battlefield in the same way as the bronze hammer did before.

He shook his flowing white beard in front of his chest, and the muscles on his naked upper body bulged. People around him seemed to be able to hear his strong heart beating violently.

With a stretch of his hand, the huge bronze hammer suddenly turned into a ray of light and shot into the old man's hand.

The silver lightning flashed, causing thunder to roar in the sky, as if dark clouds were covering the sky.

This ability to move celestial phenomena is undoubtedly that of a true deity!
"The old man Thunder Hammer is still alive," said Blood River Master with a look of emotion, "When I first started my cultivation, this old man was already a thousand-year-old god. I didn't expect that another thousand years would pass and he would still be alive."

Before everyone could finish expressing their feelings, another giant sword appeared in the sky.

The sword light came across thousands of meters, and the sharp sword energy was like a swimming dragon or a fierce tiger, which strangled all the ten-mile-long creatures in an instant!

“Dragon and Tiger Sword Qi, this is Fengyun Sword Master! He is still alive! And he has broken through to the late stage of Spiritualization!”

"The Fengyun Sword Sect has declined to the point where its tradition is almost gone. I didn't expect that their ancestor has not passed away, but has just hidden himself in the world of immortal cultivation."

This time it was the turn of the righteous side to be amazed.

This is another old monster who has long been believed to be missing and deceased.

Unexpectedly, he gave up his search for immortals and his secluded life for many years, and appeared on this meat grinder-like battlefield.

There are not just these two old monsters who never come out, there are many more who are constantly joining the battlefield.

Either the Nascent Soul or the God Transformation.

The defensive strength of the entire battlefield and the speed at which the Purgatory Wall's spiritual veins were consumed increased instantly.

Looking towards the rear of the second line of defense, in the distant sky, just under the black curtain, there seemed to be a group of colorful birds flying towards this side.

Looking closely, that flying bird is not there?
That's a group of flying swords!
There are countless flying magic weapons!

There are countless monks who are either riding flying swords, or driving flying boats, or activating flying magic weapons, or simply flying with their own magic power!
Here they come, all here!

Countless sword lights and spells covered the sky at this moment, and even the black curtain of the sky was lit up at this moment.

That is the glow of spiritual power and the roar of a monk!

"Hahahaha. Well done, well done!"

Saint Hengru laughed wildly, and even the lingering haze in his heart was dispelled by this belated reinforcement.

Their arrival was like a shot in the arm for the entire battlefield.

We monks have not admitted defeat yet, and we have not accepted our fate!
My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God, let alone the evil demons from outside!

This time, without Lu Wenwu's order, the peak gods had already sent messages to the battlefield and mobilized their top combat forces.

The gap in the battlefield left by them was filled by the new reinforcements from the Divine Transformation monks.

Even though these latecomers had never cooperated before, they had experienced an extraordinary battle of such a large scale.

But everyone believed that the moment they stepped onto the battlefield, they had become fearless warriors and an indispensable part of the Purgatory Wall!

Taking advantage of the brief gap created by the previous reinforcements' bombardment, the True Gods who had been here before began to gather from all corners of the battlefield towards the central area, and finally met at the first line of defense.

No matter whether they were in the late or middle stages of the Spirit Transformation Realm, everyone was injured, and some had even lost parts of their limbs.

After waiting for an incense stick of time, the number of people who arrived at the assembly point made the peak gods feel silent, as if their hearts were being pinched by a hand.

Including Lu Wenwu and others, the number of people in the middle and late stages of the Spirit Transformation Realm is less than thirty.

Even if we count the few True Gods who arrived later and offered support spontaneously, there were only a little over thirty people.

The old face Shuoguang Jianzun, who had dealt with Lu Wenwu before, was not in the team.

Obviously he had died on the battlefield.

The only spirit beast left of the Beast Taming Puppet Master was an old Sky-Scaled Green-Horned Beast, and half of the Four Symbols Puppet that was once used to seal the Infinite Sword Master had also been damaged.

Even Caomu Danzun, the only remaining god of alchemy, has come here controlling the alchemy furnace.

"Tianlu died in the battle. I brought the remaining talismans that he didn't have time to use."

Caomu Danzun spoke in a low voice and opened a blood-stained Qiankun bag, and stacks of blood-colored talismans came into view.

"Give it a share, and take all the remaining pills I have."

Lu Wenwu did not take it.

These pills and talismans are almost useless to him, as he himself is not used to using talismans to assist in combat.

Moreover, the body-refining technique of conquering people with virtue is obviously contrary to the system of cultivating immortals. Those explosive elixirs are not as useful as fatal blows. He simply does not seek external help.

He wasn't the only one who didn't take anything, though.

There was another person who did not take any action either.

The owner of Tianji Tower!
Lu Wenwu looked over curiously, and the other person's old eyes just happened to look back at him.

"Don't you want to take some life-saving talismans and pills?" Lu Wenwu asked.

“I don’t have any use for these anymore.”

The owner of Tianji Tower shook his head, sat down cross-legged, took out an altar and placed it in front of him.

The originally cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, as if the starlight was reflected in them.

"Kill the Immortal. Kill the Immortal!"

"It's going to work!"

(End of this chapter)