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

In the past, Lu Wenwu's control of power in every punch was extremely precise.

In addition to fighting for his life, one punch is just enough to kill the opponent.

He had just broken through to the realm of all-powerful gods, but he was not able to control the power freely enough.

Although the scene is spectacular, it is actually lacking in the use of power and wastes a lot.

Damn, not everyone can achieve this battlefield breakthrough.

A bit of a miscalculation.

Lu Wenwu stood there holding on, threatening all directions.

The pure and majestic dragon power swept across, with evil aura and murderous intent. The large gap created by the full blow of the military killing fist was not filled by the split living body for a while, and an empty window appeared on the entire battlefield.

This gave Lu Wenwu some breathing room.

The punch just now was refreshing, but at the same time it also emptied the remaining remaining strength in his body.

His consciousness and physical strength were completely exhausted.

Now that he can stand here without falling, he has relied on his inhuman will to force the city, and Maomao is still frantically transforming his own power to provide him with supplies.

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor?"

In a daze, Lu Wenwu heard someone calling him.

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

Fortunately, those voices had already come to him, and an equally tall and solid body supported him, so that he no longer had to use his consciousness to forcibly maintain his standing.

It was the old dragon Jiao who defeated Wu.

After transforming into a dragon body, the rejuvenated Jiao Shengwu's killing speed on the battlefield was the fastest in the modern era, and he was promoted from a goalkeeper at the peak of becoming a god to a T0 combat power.

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 Sheng Lord were also there.

These five people can already be regarded as the strongest people in the world.

There are also several strong men that Lu Wenwu has never seen before. Judging from the aura, they are also old guys who are at the peak of god transformation and are almost ascending.

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

I just relied on the elixir to forcefully regulate my breath, just to hold on.

The left arm of one of them was even broken at the root, and a ball of fallen power was entrenched on it like a maggot on the tarsal bone. It was blocked by the awe-inspiring aura of the Holy Lord Eternal Confucianism, so that it did not affect the combat effectiveness too much.

Lu Wenwu took the opportunity to stuff the elixir into his mouth, crushing the dozens of golden elixirs he had saved before and ate them wildly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Here to help you."

The Blood River Demon Lord raised his hand and knocked away a ungrateful split creature and said.

"We can see the current situation. If we don't deal with the real witch bug, we can't win this war. Brothers are risking their lives to fight for each other's energy. How can we win?"

"I know we are not as strong as you, but there is no way you can rush over there by yourself. Let's not talk about whether you can defeat the real witch bug. Even if you can, you will have to rely on yourself to fight against the endless stream of schizoites. Can you withstand it?”

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

"With the short gap you just broke through, we rushed over together." Hengru Shengzun added, "There are still late-stage gods on the defensive line to support us. We made arrangements in advance before the war started. With the deputy commander, there is no need to worry about the chaos on the front line.”

Both of these men have been in charge of forces for many years, and their war experience is much greater than that of Lu Wenwu.

Even though they didn't have analytical eyes, they quickly grasped the essence of the matter.

Coupled with the fact that Lu Wenwu has been trying to move forward, they naturally understand what is the key to solving the problem.

It's just that there are too many schizoites scattered in various small battle zones and defense lines. They don't have Lu Wenwu's ability to kill directly to the center of the battlefield single-handedly.

When Lu Wenwu broke through on the battlefield and shocked the split creatures on the field for a moment, these gods who saw the fire 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 Lu Wenwu's first line of defense and met in the center.

After hearing Saint Hengru's explanation, Lu Wenwu's expression softened slightly.

In such a 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 nothing more than a ball of scattered sand.

The defense will collapse incredibly quickly.

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

Hengru Shengzun went straight to the topic: "Including you, the ten of us are already the strongest force in the world. If we join forces, is it possible to defeat the Loose Immortals?"

"I don't know." Lu Wenwu directly gave the facts, "But you have to try, right? There is no other way."

Blood River Demon Lord interjected: "To be honest, I personally think that the probability of success of this plan is slim. Even if we can kill the real Demon Mother Insect, even if the combat power of the split organism is at the bottom among the same realm, I will not I think together we can withstand the siege of hundreds of late-stage gods."

"It's still what Your Majesty said just now, you have to try, right? We have no other way." The Infinite Sword Master said, "If we try hard, as long as we can kill the real Demon Mother Insect, these split organisms are just Infinite Swordsmen." Even if the doomsday defense line is broken, we will be able to wipe them out sooner or later. "

"Amitabha, what countless donors say is absolutely true."

The empty Buddha still had that calm expression and indifferent tone.

If the cassock on his body did not have a few torn marks, and the simple gray monk's robe was not stained with large blood stains, he should still be a "highly educated monk".

"Then do it."

Lu Wenwu grinned and sat cross-legged.

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

Without saying a word, the old dragon transformed into the body of a real dragon, directly carried Lu Wenwu on his back, and was about to turn around, but he suddenly staggered and his body sank.

He was almost knocked down by a terrifying force. He instantly mobilized his natal demon power to support him with all his strength. Then 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 in the soul.

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

That's Dragon Mansion!

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

The admiration for Lu Wenwu in Old Jiaolong's heart has reached a new level. This powerful force deserves his heartfelt respect.

After all, this is also the top-level war weapon that Longzu personally refined, and it is a real fairy weapon.

Essentially, it's something that shouldn't even appear in the Nether, let alone be used.

This is also the reason why Lu Wenwu has always maintained a half-human, half-dragon body, and even if he reaches the limit, he does not fight with a purely human body that consumes less energy.

If it weren't for the resonance of the dragon bloodline, the power of the purgatory dragon body, and the miraculous power of the virtue-conquering human body refining technique, he would not be able to drive such a powerful top-level war fairy now.

This is like a child playing Guan Dao, let alone fighting with such pressure on the soul - even if he does not need to provide energy!

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

The other peak gods also followed him.

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

Facing a large number of split creatures in the middle and late stages of divine transformation, it is very difficult to resist.

But when the nine peak powerhouses join forces, it is very easy to block them in the early stage of divine transformation. Often, a large area can be knocked down after a single spell passes.

They kill silently, recover silently, and wait silently.

The nine people who came here knew it well.

This time, forced beheading would probably result in death and no life.

However, they did not hesitate.

Lu Wenwu recovered quickly.

Combined with the elixir, it didn't even take half an hour to recover to its peak.

This terrifying resilience amazes all the powerful gods.

As expected of the Dragon King!

Lu Wenwu stood up, stretched his muscles, and glanced at Long Mansion, which was unfolding the Great Wall of Purgatory.

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

Lu Wenwu said before that we need to cherish every second. This is not empty talk.

To launch the war form of the Great Wall of Purgatory, the resources consumed every second are astronomical.

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

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

And the total number of low-grade spiritual veins in the land and sea is only about 6,000!

Their speed must increase.

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

A world without spiritual veins and modern technology is simply unable to fight against the power of depravity spreading around the world.

The whole world will gradually die.

"The consumption rate of spiritual veins has been flat from the beginning of the war to now. This is not a good phenomenon. We have suffered heavy casualties." Lu Wenwu said again.

In the form of the Great Wall of Purgatory, in addition to maintaining the basic spiritual energy consumption after expansion, the energy consumption will also increase and decrease accordingly according to the strength and number of the creatures participating in the war, as well as the overall intensity of the war.

If we look at it according to normal logic, the number of schizoites has continued to increase, and the pollution concentration has continued to rise.

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

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

The coalition of monks and monsters is fighting to death on a large scale!

Because there is no need to bless more living beings, the consumption will not change as one goes down and the other goes up!

After hearing Lu Wenwu's reminder, the nine strong men all had solemn expressions on their faces, their spiritual energy surging throughout their bodies, and they re-entered the battlefield in front of the first line of defense with a look of determination.

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

"Use me as the arrow and charge!"

Southern mainland.

Duan Chaolong had already controlled the flying sword and flew with his stupid apprentice for two days and two nights without rest. When he was hungry, he took a Bigu Pill.

At this time, his eyes were bloodshot, like those monks who had gone crazy.

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

All the villages and cities I passed through in the past three days were missing a single person. It must have been that the Immortal Alliance had made preparations to move these mortals in advance.

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

If you stay, you will die. You must run!

Therefore, only when there is no trace of spiritual power left in the body, Duan Chaolong will drop the flying sword, lead Liu Erniu to move forward with his legs, and at the same time take out a spiritual stone to replenish the spiritual power, and then continue on the road. .

Even urination is done on the flying sword!

Duan Chaolong didn't think there was anything to be ashamed of. He was not an immortal master.

It's just a small foundation that has been struggling at the bottom of the world of immortality. Just living is already very tiring, so where can I find the energy to maintain any mess of etiquette, justice and shame in such a no-man's land?

The black mist that filled the mountains and plains followed behind, like a reminder.

After he watched several Nascent Soul Lords being devoured and assimilated with his own eyes, he was almost frightened and rushed towards the north crazily.

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

He can run faster than those Nascent Soul Lords and can temporarily resist the erosion of the black mist, not because of how powerful he is.

It's just relying on the jade pendant on the chest that seals a low-grade spiritual vein.

"The Patriarch bless, the Patriarch bless"

Duan Chaolong chanted in his mouth, constantly squeezing the spiritual power from the Dantian Daoji and sending it into the flying sword that was already shaking due to overuse.

Liu Erniu worriedly handed him a pill and warned worriedly: "Master, there are only the last three pills left. We are far away from the black fog, so you should rest."

Duan Chaolong, whose eyes were red, took the elixir and swallowed it in one gulp. He replied without looking back: "Rest? At the speed at which the black mist spreads, we will be overtaken soon! The teleportation array has failed, and we will not have to travel day and night. Damn it, are we still alive?"

Liu Erniu shrank his neck and murmured: "Master, master, why don't 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 just wanted to get rid of this burden and leave alone with his sword.

If he were alone, he would have been completely out of the danger zone by now.

Not only can I sit back and relax, but I can at least have a good night's sleep and have a warm meal.

He looked down upon this silly apprentice from the beginning.

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

But humans are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?

Even if you raise a kitten or puppy, it still represents emotion!

After experiencing so many things together, Duan Chaolong has sincerely accepted his silly apprentice.