Martial Mythology

   Chapter 1797 Stubborn?

   "Can you swallow the aura of these dead tombs?" Zhang Lu was a little surprised.

Xiaoxie was a little unfinished, and said: "This thing is more powerful than the spirit of the hazy! I have to swallow at least 10,000, no, 100,000 spirits of the hazy, and the effect can be comparable to this dead tomb. "

   Zhang Lu had a smile on his face when he heard it: "Very good, this way, you don't have to worry about the aura of the dead tomb at the core altar."

   Originally, Zhang Lu was a little worried about the aura of the dead tomb at the core altar. The aura of the dead tomb was too strong. If it wasn't for the will of the heavenly tomb that could be controlled and restrained, he probably wouldn't have been able to set foot inside that ancestral temple.

   "The core altar?" Xiao Xie set foot on the tomb for the first time, and naturally did not know the existence of the altar.

   Zhang Lu glanced at Xiaoxie and said, "The spirit of the dead tomb at the core altar is ten thousand times stronger than here!"

   As soon as these words came out, Xiao Xie's dark eyes began to glow green, and Zhang Lu even faintly heard the sound of swallowing saliva.

   "Ten thousand times ten thousand times? More than that?" Xiaoxie sounded very excited as if he had been beaten by chicken blood, "Then what are you waiting for! Master, hurry up, let's go to the core altar!"

   If he can swallow up all the aura of the dead tomb, especially the aura of the dead tomb at the core altar, Xiao Xie estimates that his strength can increase a lot again, and even reach a new level.

   "Going is definitely going, but you should be careful." Zhang Lu reminded: "That day the will of the tomb can manipulate the spirit of the dead tomb, and its strength may even be higher than you..."

  Xiao Xie was full of confidence and said: "Master, don't worry, that guy can't threaten me!"

  It is now full of thoughts of the death tomb of the core altar, and it does not pay attention to the will of the tomb at all.

   "I hope so." Seeing that Xiaoxie was so confident, Zhang Lu didn't say anything more, and took Xiaoxie straight to the core altar of the Heavenly Tomb.

   From the edge of the celestial tomb, all the way forward, the Qi of the dead tomb along the way was swallowed up by the little evil, and there was no trace left.

  The place that was filled with the spirit of the dead tomb gradually became empty.

   In this process, Xiaoxie's strength is also slowly improving. Although it is far from reaching the point of qualitative change, it is better than nothing.

  Heavenly tomb core altar.

  The will of the Heavenly Tomb sensed the change in the Qi of the Dead Tomb, as if a part of his body had been eaten by something, and suddenly became angry: "Who! Who is swallowing my Qi of Life!"

  The aura of the dead tomb at the core altar began to riot, and the world began to tremble.

   It quickly checked the situation of the tomb, and soon discovered the existence of Zhang Lu and Xiaoxie: "It's him!"

   The next moment, its attention was attracted by Xiaoxie, just because a lot of the energy of the dead tomb rushed towards Xiaoxie, like a black hole with a small size but a huge energy.

   "What the **** is this!" While Heavenly Tomb was angry, there was also a trace of inexplicable fear.

  Xiao Xie's body is like a bottomless pit, no matter how much energy from the dead tomb, it can't fill this bottomless pit.

The Will of the Heavenly Tomb can clearly feel that its strength is declining at a slow rate. Although the speed is very slow, you must know that it has spent countless epochs to accumulate such a considerable amount of energy and strength of the dead tomb. The time it took to start it, and the speed at which its strength declined now, is simply terrifying.

   "Death, I want you to die!" The Heavenly Tomb was furious, and directly manipulated many Heavenly Tomb puppets to kill Zhang Lu and Xiaoxie.

   Its current state is very weak, and if it is forced to act, it may cause the injury to worsen.

Zhang Lu and Xiaoxie went all the way, and it didn't take long before they saw the overwhelming siege of the heavenly tomb puppet, the eight-star giant, the tenth level, the hundredth level, the thousandth level, and the ten thousandth level puppet, all black and crowded, making people feel Scalp tingling.

   Especially the eight-star giants and the ten-level puppets, there are simply too many to count.

  Zhang Lu stopped and looked at the overwhelming sky tomb puppet in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

  Xiao Xie said excitedly: "The spirit of the dead grave on these guys is stronger!" It aimed at the millions of puppets in the Myriad Realm, licked its tongue, and was ready to move.

At this moment, in the dark sea of ​​puppets, a mass of dead tomb energy transformed into a human form, crossed the crowd, and came to the front. It stared angrily at Zhang Lu and asked, "Why? Why don't you? Going to find trouble with that guy, but come to me to make trouble instead!?"

   In such a short time, it lost a lot of the spirit of the dead tomb.

   That is the aura of the dead tomb that it has spent countless years to accumulate!

   Its heart is bleeding!

   "The Will of the Heavenly Tomb, no, I should call you... Necromancer, right?" Zhang Lulu smiled, "We meet again."

  The voice of Heavenly Tomb's will has no emotion: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Zhou Wusheng... I've already been there." Zhang Lu smiled lightly, "But I may have disappointed you. The description I heard about you in the mouth of Zou Wusheng and your description of yourself are somewhat different. It’s different. This time, I’m here to investigate the truth of the matter…”

   Heavenly Tomb's will was a little surprised: "Have you been there? That guy Zun Wusheng... didn't kill you?"

   "Why, he didn't kill me, you're disappointed?" Zhang Lu thought thoughtfully, "It seems that you really didn't feel at ease before."

   He stared lightly at the will of the Heavenly Tomb: "Tell me, who are you? Why did you build the Altar of Apocalypse?"

   Heavenly Tomb stared at Zhang Lu indifferently, with a faint murderous intent in his eyes, but it did not act immediately, but said lightly: "Didn't I say it? I am the clone of the Lord of the Mist."

"You still don't want to tell the truth?" Zhang Lu laughed, "Since you don't say it, then I will tell you. You are the embodiment of the reality of destruction and death, the embodiment of destruction and death, am I right? Necromancer?"

   "Hahaha..." Heavenly Tomb's Will suddenly laughed, and the laughter was full of mockery, "Is this what Zhai Wusheng told you? Do you believe it if Zhai Wusheng said it?"

   "What, isn't it?" Zhang Lu frowned.

   "Destruction is destruction, and death is death. Where does the reality come from? Where does the incarnation come from?" Heavenly Tomb's Will couldn't help shaking his head, "How could you believe such a ridiculous story?"

  Xiao Xie is a little unhappy, this day, the will of the tomb actually made such a show in front of it, is it not taking it seriously, Lord Xiao Xie?

"Master, since this guy is disobedient, let me teach him a lesson." Xiaoxie was eager to try, but his mouth was righteous, as if thinking about Zhang Lu, "I promise, after teaching him a lesson. , it will be obedient."

  Zhang Lu waved his hand, and his eyes fell on the will of the tomb: "I will ask you one last time, who are you and what is your purpose?"

The Will of the Heavenly Tomb was a little annoyed, especially Xiaoxie's words, which made him even more angry, and he felt like he was being bullied by a dog, and for Zhang Lu's question, the Will of the Tomb of Heaven also hated: "I said it all. After that, I am the clone of the Lord of Hunmeng, why don't you believe it? If you don't believe it, you can ask Hunmengshu! Except for my deity, no one knows me better than Hunmengshu!"