I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

Damn Diawara, what on earth did you and your bastard teammates resurrect!

This looks like the same source as the pollution on the old Dragon King.

Lu Wenwu now has the urge to revive Diawara and kill him again.

It's so infuriating!

Suddenly, the earth shook violently.

It seemed that a huge muffled sound came from the outside world, and the entire tomb was shaking wildly, and the soil on the ceiling fell down.

The beams used to support the tomb faintly groaned, as if they were a little overwhelmed.

Lu Wenwu keenly felt that something big seemed to have happened outside.

The fluctuations other than the vibration were unusual, which made him feel a little uneasy.

But except for him, at this moment, no one in the tomb cared about what was happening in the outside world.

It was just because the body of the God of War slowly stood up!

The strong and swollen body was gradually collapsing and shrunken, with countless tentacles growing rapidly, and the broken parts were supported and connected by a large number of tentacles.

As the power dissipated, the broken armor of the ancient times released a heart-pounding dark red halo.

The huge corpse of the god was in a state of howling to the sky, but the broken and decayed vocal cords could no longer make the thunderous war cry like in the past.

A large number of believers of the Ancient God Evolution Cult who didn't know why suddenly cried out, knelt down in a large group, and kowtowed to the corpse of the god.

In their opinion, the plan of the leader and others was successful!

The ancient gods were really resurrected by them, and they were about to lead them to reproduce the peak of the God-blessed Continent ten thousand years ago!

The alien beasts are no longer the dominant world overlords, and the new humans are the real masters of this continent!

The group of players led by Rona mixed in the large army of the Ancient God Evolution Cult, like a group of aliens.

Their expressions when looking at the corpse of the god were full of horror and fear, and panic was written all over their faces.

Damn this damn Diawara, damn the Ancient God Evolution Cult, what the hell is going on!

Rona cursed in his heart, still maintaining a calm expression on his face.

Those ignorant indigenous new humans couldn't see what was going on, but he could see it!

Even though he didn't know that the resurrected one was not really the God of War, what was in front of him was just a controlled body of a god's corpse, a giant puppet with unparalleled combat power.

But he knew one thing very well.

That idiot Diawara was fucking out of his mind!

The other party's original plan should have been to sacrifice the strongest group of subordinates to provide some energy or something to complete the ritual of resurrecting the gods, so as to awaken the ancient gods who fell ten thousand years ago.

Before the ancient gods were successfully resurrected, they established some kind of connection with each other so that they could control them after they were resurrected.

Or they could simply take over the body of the god and replace him as the new god, trying to take a shortcut.

After completing this step, all the people in the tomb were bloodbathed to restore the power loss and deficit of this body for ten thousand years.

But no matter what the plan was, Diawara failed!

The result of this failure was that the body of this god was now in a chaotic and out-of-control state!

No one knew what it would do.

Rona was very crazy now.

Why did he believe in the plan proposed by a lunatic?

Indeed.

If Lu Wenwu always seemed like a lunatic because of his different brain circuits.

Then Diawara, whose brain circuits were really weird, was really a lunatic.

Normal people would never do this.

A large number of tentacles grew on the body of the god corpse, almost repairing the broken parts.

But doing so also caused the originally strong body of the god corpse to be shriveled and wrinkled like a dead tree at this time, losing the round and smooth luster just now, and becoming bumpy.

The chaotic eyes of the god corpse looked down, and at a glance saw a large number of members of the Ancient God Evolution Cult who were crawling on the spot and chanting prayers.

The corners of his dry and stiff mouth opened a crack, and a large number of tentacles kept surging in the bloodless mouth.

"Boom!"

Without any warning, the right hand of the god corpse suddenly raised high, and then slapped down fiercely.

The huge body was incredibly flexible, so fast that it tore the air and made a scream, and continued to make air explosions.

The huge palm slammed down on the most crowded place, and a blood-red cuckoo exploded on the ground in an instant.

The whole tomb shook under this palm, and the earth groaned heavily and broke into a terrifying hole.

[Hint: Player [Marquis Johnson] died]

This is the black man from before.

He was unfortunately swept by the tentacles of the god corpse, and the whole person exploded from top to bottom into a blood mist.

He hadn't taken out his magic mecha that could compete with A+-level strongmen within three minutes, and he was already dead, and he had no chance to use the unique United States yin and yang.

The god corpse didn't care much about the power of the blow he had caused.

Its huge hands touched the ground lightly, and the flesh that had just been crushed was instantly absorbed by the suction from its palms and turned into a part of its body.

This blow seemed to make its dry right hand fuller and restore a little luster.

However, the amount of recovery was so small that it almost made people think it was an illusion.

The god corpse opened its mouth wide, as if laughing.

Another palm slapped down, and countless new humans followed their leader's footsteps and turned into pools of sticky blood and flesh.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we'd better leave this damn place quickly, and quickly leave from the exit we came from before this big guy has time to launch the next attack!"

At this time, Rona was surprisingly calm. While retreating backwards, he frantically took out the props that could be used to save his life and escape, even though the cold sweat had soaked the clothes on his back.

When several teammates heard the leader's words, they didn't hesitate at all and rushed to the passage on the ground in an instant.

Only the black man with a short haircut who was a female kept the same speed as Rona.

She pointed to the platform and couldn't help saying: "Ambition, look! Those people are also players. They seem to be ready to fight this BOSS. Don't we go to help them?"

Did your useless pig brain get kicked silly by your black father before he ran away?

Fighting a BOSS of this level?

What kind of international joke are you playing on me!

Rona, with his scalp tingling, wanted to yell out loud.

But years of self-cultivation and the idea of ​​subconsciously maintaining his character made him keep it.

He squeezed out a somewhat stiff smile from the corner of his mouth: "This is underground, and this huge BOSS is obviously crazy. If we stay here, we will be buried alive by the collapsed ground sooner or later."

"Catherine, what we need to do now is to retreat strategically, and then observe the situation and act accordingly. Reckless fighting is not advisable, it will only ruin lives in vain."

The black Catherine of unknown gender was frightened by his remarks, and she no longer hesitated and immediately ran towards the exit.

Rona, who was one step behind, finally had time to wipe the cold sweat that was about to drip from his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly quickened his pace of running.

Help?

I'll help him!

What are you waiting for if you don't run quickly?

A bunch of idiots challenging windmills, which normal person would still seek death in this situation!

The corpse of the god continued to absorb the flesh and blood of the new humans, trying to restore its body.

Many of its tentacles fell off by themselves, squirming on the ground, lingering and brewing in piles of broken bones, and finally gave birth to humanoid creatures that looked like humans.

Their strength was not strong, at most at the level of B or B+.

But their number was like the vast ocean, and it looked like a dark mass.

A large number of tentacle monsters rushed towards the new humans and devoured them in a few seconds.

The essence of blood and flesh was sent back to the body, and the broken bones became their nutrients.

On the simple high platform.

Lu Wenwu clenched his fists and said to his companions: "You can take the old dragon head away quickly after each of you touch it. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. This battle is not something you can participate in."

"Then let's talk about it later! We will take care of ourselves."

Wu Jianqing drew out his natal flying sword and said with a smile, with no intention of leaving at all.

"It's still the same old rules. You fight the big ones, and we fight the small ones. We have good cooperation!"

The fake AC cow put on his bow and arrow, and signaled the cat and the fang hound to form a kitten knight.

He took out his best hunting flute and played the battle background music like a bard.

Xu Changjiang played a beautiful symphony version of the divine tune to help soldiers with the passionate accompaniment of the hero's testimony. I don't know which immortal he invited.

"Your behavior is more or less courting death." Lu Wenwu commented bluntly.

"We are companions! We signed the Abyss Contract!" Wu Jianqing changed back to his original body, "I am the most loyal one!"

"The same is true for several friends. How can this old servant go alone?"

Long Yuanhai smiled and completed the transformation, with fine dragon scales covering his body.

The slightly hunched body suddenly straightened up like a pine tree, and the blood that was somewhat depleted suddenly filled up and surged, as if returning to the peak.

Now he has become a half-man, half-dragon state, and his breath has increased.

"In the past, the Dragon Ancestor used his body to suppress the devil, and our Shenlong tribe has always regarded itself as the descendants of the Dragon Ancestor. Naturally, this old servant also wants to contribute a little to this Shenyou Continent."

Lu Wenwu was silent for two seconds, and said strangely: "You already knew it, so why do you still call me Young Master? And regard yourself as a servant?"

"Because you are the benefactor of the Shenlong tribe, and the grace of rebirth is no different from that of the Dragon Ancestor in the past." Long Yuanhai said with a smile.

"What if I say that before I met you, I killed the old Dragon King and destroyed the Dragon Palace?" Lu Wenwu asked again.

This time, Long Haiyuan's smile disappeared.

His eyes instantly became sincere and serious, and he bowed deeply to Lu Wenwu.

"Then, old servant, on behalf of all the living beings on the entire continent, I am grateful for the young master's salvation!"

"Ah! Stand up quickly, we don't do this anymore." Lu Wenwu waved his hand in disdain, "So I don't like to communicate with serious old people, I can't make them laugh at all."

Long Yuanhai laughed and stood up as he said.

While the few people were talking, the corpse had gone crazy killing.

A large number of members of the Ancient God Evolution Cult were killed and turned into food for its resurrection.

Some devout and fanatical believers were still kneeling and praying, hoping to devote themselves to the ancient gods, looking forward to merging with the ancient gods after death, and going to the kingdom of the gods to enjoy eternal life.

More new humans have begun to flee in panic, swarming towards several passages leading into the tomb.

As for the strength currently displayed by the God Corpse, it is actually not so outrageous that it cannot be defeated.

Such a result can be caused entirely because the high-level combat power of the Ancient God Evolution Cult basically sacrificed themselves when performing the resurrection ceremony.

Not to mention the existence of A-level at the scene.

There are not many A-level players left.

In the absence of any preparation, isn't it as easy as slapping flies and cutting leeks?

In addition, a group of new humans directly offered their necks to be killed, rushing to send the record, it would be strange if the performance is not strong.

According to Lu Wenwu's judgment, the power of the God Corpse is indeed very strong, but the current attack power is at most about the same as the previous Fallen Old Dragon King, not as strong as after the second stage transformation.

After blowing the buff for everyone, the AC little cow changed to the strong attack bottle and charged an arrow, successfully piercing the opponent's skin and shooting into it.

But the remains of the armor were surprisingly solid, and only a few small white dots could be left after three rounds of charging.

Very good, data obtained, the defense that did not cover the broken armor was not a little worse than that of the old dragon king.

The old dragon king's soul power defense against the arrows of the little cow could not break the defense directly.

The attack and defense were a little bit poor, but the recovery ability of the corpse was outrageous. I don't know where the limit of those tentacles is.

Each one has tens of thousands of health points, which is no different from B+ level life. This is destined to be a long battle.

"Then."

After putting the little fat cat into Lingtian Mountain, Lu Wenwu's mouth corners slightly raised.

The golden-red dragon scales on the body surface were revealed, and the wings of the dark dragon behind him "swish" to the extreme.

His heart beat like a war drum at this moment, making a thunderous roar.

The blood in his body was rapidly transported at this moment.

The light red blood and the fire of the evil fight rose at the same time on the body surface.

The dragon horns and tail grew and formed at the same time, and Lu Wenwu's muscular limbs also showed the characteristics of dragons, shaped like dragon claws.

The pure dragon power spread, and the breath of Long Yuanhai, which had already reached the extreme, broke through a little again.

"Corpse of the God of Mad War, let me see your purity!"

"Bang!"

The front end of the rough platform instantly exploded into debris all over the sky. Lu Wenwu, who turned into a stream of light, flapped the wings of the dark dragon behind him, and the whole person appeared in front of the tall and raised head of the corpse of the god almost instantly.

"Take a punch from your Tyrannosaurus Grandpa!"

The golden-red dragon fist was covered by black strange flames, and the boundless evil spirit almost turned into substance, condensing into shape together with the fist.

The military killing fist with the spear of the demon god attached has been superimposed to a certain incredible level at this moment, as if it has completely broken free from its own shackles.

Even the top leaders of Shenzhou who personally selected the skill of General Dao Killing Fist and gave it to Lu Wenwu could hardly imagine that this fist technique, which was only at the [Advanced] level, could actually burst out with such amazing power!

How could this be the power of an [Advanced] level skill?

Even if it was said that Lu Wenwu was now using a high-level skill at the [Unique Learning] level, I am afraid that the other players would believe it.

The unique talent, the ability that was very different from ordinary people, and the way to complete the dungeon, all three together created such a magical power that turned decay into magic.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that after obtaining the advanced skills, this basic of the basics would have been discarded.

However, Lu Wenwu cultivated it into a unique fist meaning, and was almost ready to step into the [Peak of Perfection] realm at any time!

A punch was thrown out, as if an endless sea of ​​blood collapsed and smashed down.

Lu Wenwu's lightning-fast punch sank his arm into the ground, and the huge head of the god corpse was instantly bombarded by the explosion effect of the Devil's Wrath.

The dry skin was broken, the hard skull was pierced, and the entire brain tissue was blown to pieces!

The dark fire of the evil fight burned fiercely with the dry brain fragments of the ancient god's brain as fuel, burning many tentacles into ashes.

Lu Wenwu knew in his heart that the head was no longer the fatal weakness of the god corpse.

But hitting the head and blasting the opponent's head with one punch was exactly the benevolence he had been implementing in battle for a long time!

Of course, these tentacles were parasitic in the god corpse, controlling it like a puppet.

Not only can they burst out powerful power, but they can also use themselves to repair this damaged god corpse.

So, if I blow up all of this god corpse, can your Theseus ship composed of tentacles continue to sail?

The god corpse staggered under this powerful blow and took three steps back.

The earth roared under its heavy footsteps, making a rumbling sound.

Countless believers who had not yet died screamed inhumanly when they saw this scene.

Their god!

The omnipotent god in their hearts!

His brain was blown up by a punch! ?

This is impossible!

This punch directly broke the hearts of many believers and made their eyes dull.

They could not even kowtow and pray anymore. They just sat there in a daze, as if their souls had been taken away.

Lu Wenwu's punch stunned the corpse of the god.

The tentacle monsters it split into all fell into a state of near stagnation as their brains exploded, and stopped harvesting the lives of believers.

Long Yuanhai, who was still strong, took the lead and led Wu Jianqing and the other two to become harvesters, and began to harvest the lives of these tentacle monsters in reverse.

These guys are made of energy and bone fragments, very fragile, and rely on the human wave tactics to win.

They were stunned for less than two seconds, and the black tide that almost completely filled the tomb was cleared out by the four people.

Xu Changjiang performed beyond his level and summoned 48 summoned beasts at the same time.

Now he is using Long Yuanhai as the spearhead to charge back and forth in the army of tentacle monsters, constantly reducing their number.

In the sky, Lu Wenwu is still chasing after the opponent while he retreats.

The terrifying fists blasted out like a machine gun, and in just a few seconds, the head of the god corpse was completely blasted into flying flesh and blood fragments, and even the tentacles could not be repaired out of thin air.

This trick works!

Just when Lu Wenwu was about to make a strong move and directly remove the damaged right arm of the corpse, the other party finally reacted.

Without its head, it was like the legendary war god Xingtian. Its tall but not bulky body twisted suddenly, and its left palm wrapped in a strong wind slapped Lu Wenwu fiercely.

"That's what it's like!"

Lu Wenwu didn't dodge at all, and the grim smile on his face became more and more intense. He blasted out with his right fist, which was completely disproportionate to the opponent.

"Boom!"

The terrifying aftermath spread outward from the center of the two people's attack, and the strong air wave instantly overturned countless tentacle monsters.

Even the ceiling, which was barely higher than the corpse, had large pieces of soil shattered and collapsed, and soil kept falling down.

The divine armor that had been scrapped for 10,000 years was still strong.

Even now, Lu Wenwu's full-strength punch without using any skills could only leave a deep mark on it.

This armor was once at least the top mythical equipment, or even stronger!

But Lu Wenwu didn't know whether there was really a level division for equipment above the myth level. Everything was just his guess.

This time, the two sides fought to a draw, and neither side broke through the defense.

"Awesome!"

Lu Wenwu laughed in the air, and after stabilizing his body, he slapped his dragon wings and turned back again.

The wild punch seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth, and the surging fist force turned into a vast ocean to engulf the corpse, making it drift like a small boat in the tsunami.

But this small boat could not be overturned no matter what.

The right arm of the corpse was across the body, and the exposed flesh in the middle of the forearm was blasted by Lu Wenwu's dragon claws, exposing the shriveled blood vessels occupied by tentacles, and the radius that was so black that it penetrated into the bone marrow.

Even though the black color had been deposited for a full ten thousand years, it was still frightening.

A series of mysterious patterns that could not be analyzed and understood were imprinted on it, faintly revealing a strange black light.

Even a reckless person like Lu Wenwu must be careful with this dark skeleton.

That is a power that can infect and corrupt even gods.

As powerful as the old Dragon King was, he could only choose to kill all the infected people, seal the highly concentrated pollutants together with himself in the Dragon Palace, and rely on the great formation built by the world's power to continuously eliminate them.

Lu Wenwu did not understand what this pollution was.

But he knew that once contaminated, even the gods who were once as warm as spring would become corrupt and crazy, and even the most docile and lovely animals would turn into violent beasts, and the apostles would do their best to destroy everything they could see.

The God of the Outer Realm, the God of Origin, and the God of Great Evolution

These are all the names he left behind.

How powerful is his existence?

Ten milliliters of blood purified by the system can give him a heaven-defying recovery talent.

Just the appearance of the projection can corrupt the entire planet, distort countless creatures, and give birth to new species.

Even though the cultivation heyday of the God-blessed Continent was so glorious and the countless gods were so powerful, it was still difficult to escape the end of near destruction.

Such an enemy.

It was really exciting!