Martial Mythology

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Compared with the undead, the old man's words are more convincing.

However, Zhang Lu still had some doubts in his heart.

"Since you said that the Necromancer is the embodiment of destruction and death, what is its purpose in building the Altar of Apocalypse? How did it master the Altar of Apocalypse?" Zhang Lu's greatest confusion was how the Necromancer mastered the Altar of Apocalypse. The incarnation of death has mastered the law of apocalypse that can only be mastered by the lord of darkness and his avatar, which is contrary to common sense.

He stared at the old man, wondering how the old man would answer.

The old man said slowly: "The purpose of the undead to build the Apocalypse Altar is just to strengthen itself, nothing more."

"Strengthen itself?" Zhang Lu was taken aback, "Can the Apocalypse Altar enhance its strength?"

The old man nodded: "Actually, what it uses is not the real law of revelation, but a method opposite to the law of revelation. It is a means of destruction and death, and it is its innate ability. The law of revelation , is to open up the obscurity, and what it uses, which I call the method of destroying the sky, is to destroy the obscurity, the two are opposite existences, and because they are completely opposite, they look somewhat similar in appearance."

After a pause, the old man continued: "It kills those low-star masters in order to eliminate the vitality of the muddy, and it controls those nine-star masters, and makes those puppets sacrifice good luck and mystery, in order to let the spirit of the dead tomb It is more targeted, and it is easier to fight against fortune and chaos. Therefore, the more sacrifices those puppets sacrifice and the longer the time, the greater the threat of the dead tomb will be to those who control the chaos."

Hearing what Mr. Mu said, Zhang Lu really felt that something like that happened.

"Tianmu, the real name should be the Altar of Heaven's Destruction. On the contrary, the genius of Hunmeng is the Altar of Apocalypse." The old man concluded: "The altar of Heaven's Destruction, the object of sacrifice is the necromancer itself, which is destruction and death."

This argument makes sense logically, at least Zhang Lu can't find any loopholes so far.

Compared with the rhetoric of the Necromancer, Zhang Lu is more willing to believe what the old man said. Although he is not sure what the old man said is the truth, it should be closer to the truth of the matter.

"Is your original name really called Bai Wusheng?" Zhang Lu suddenly turned to another question, "I heard that you went to the Heavenly Tomb a million years ago and severely wounded the undead. Is this true? ?”

Hearing this, Old Man shook his head: "I have indeed been to the Heavenly Tomb, and I have indeed done some things in the Heavenly Tomb, but it is not true that I severely injured the Necromancer... You know, the Necromancer is destruction and death. The embodiment of life is not a real life, no matter how strong I am, how can I hurt the illusory existence of destruction and death?"

Zhang Lu was a little confused: "What's going on?"

"I just destroyed the Altar of Heaven's Destroyer." The old man sighed, and said, "The undead do not have the actual ability to attack. Its power comes from destruction and death, which is a very abstract and illusory power. , is like an invisible destiny in the dark, and the only way it can affect others is to manipulate the air of the tomb of death, but the air of the tomb of death can only infect and manipulate the master of the mud, but it cannot directly kill the master of the mud. Therefore, the only way it wants to kill the Muddy Riders is to control the Muddy Riders and let them kill each other."

Hearing these words, Zhang Lu couldn't help nodding his head. In his impression, those who fell in the celestial tomb really seemed to have died in the hands of those puppets. At least, Zhang Lu hadn't seen the undead personally kill them. Who will die.

"The aura of the tomb is very strong, especially after countless Hun periods of growth, it has become stronger and stronger. Few of the murky people can resist the attack of the aura of the tomb, but I am different. The strength of the master's avatar has reached the realm of immeasurable good fortune, and the aura of the dead tomb can't affect me at all." There is strong self-confidence in the eyes of the old man, "So, I entered the tomb of the sky and destroyed the core altar of the altar of the death of the sky. Even if the necromancers control many puppets in the Ten Thousand Realm to besiege me, they still cannot threaten me. You should have seen many traces of battles in the Heavenly Tomb, right? That was caused by my battle with those Ten Thousand Realm puppets."

Zhang Lu was secretly speechless.

Until now, he has been very impressed with those battle marks.

"Actually, this isn't the first time I've destroyed the Heavenly Mie Altar. Every once in a while, I'll go to the Heavenly Tomb to destroy the Heavenly Mie Altar. I can't count how many times I've been there." The old man said: "Although this does not cause substantial damage to the undead, it can delay the strengthening of the undead, slow down the pace of Hunmeng's destruction, and gain valuable growth time for Hunmengtian."

He couldn't move the undead, so he could only destroy the Altar of Destruction.

But only he has the courage to do so.

Another person might have become a puppet before destroying the altar.

It is estimated that the Necromancer also hated the old man to death, and repeatedly sabotaged its plan and disrupted its rhythm and pace, but unfortunately, it had nothing to do with the old man, because the air of the dead tomb had no effect on the old man. The puppet, even if they all go together, is not the opponent of the old man, so it can only watch the old man destroy the altar of the sky, and has nothing to do.

"To be honest, if I hadn't destroyed the Altar of Heaven's Extinction and procrastinated for time, Hun Meng would have been destroyed by now," said the old man calmly.

Hunmeng was able to sustain until now, his credit cannot be denied.

"As for my name... Necromancer did not lie about this, my name is indeed Mu Wusheng." Mu Wusheng revealed his name for the first time, "It's just that I'm not a traitor Mu Wusheng, but Hun Wusheng. The avatar of the lord... Mu Wusheng."

"The last question." Zhang Lu stared at Mu Wusheng, "How did the Lord of Confusion fall?"

Since Mu Wusheng is the clone of the Lord of Darkness, he must know the reason for the fall of Lord of Darkness.

"You may not believe it, but this deity was actually... stung by a little thing like a bee, he was severely injured, and the injury continued to worsen, and finally lost consciousness and completely fell." The first thing in Wusheng's eyes For the first time, he showed a look of fear, "That little thing is very terrifying, just stinging this deity lightly, it directly killed a muddy master!"

Hearing this, Zhang Lu couldn't help taking a breath.

bee?

Just such a small thing, killed a muddy master?

This is simply the most absurd joke in the muddle!

But the fear that was almost overflowing in Mu Wusheng's eyes didn't seem to be lying at all.

"What kind of bee can sting the Lord of Chaos to death?" Zhang Lu's scalp felt a little numb. This ghost can sting the Lord of Chaos to death. Wouldn't it be easier to sting Zhang Yu to death?

Mu Wusheng shook his head and said: "No one knows what that little thing is. It looks like a bee, as if a mortal can easily crush it to death, but in fact, it is absolutely terrifying to the extreme. A peerless monster that can easily sting a muddy lord to death. To be honest, I fear that 'bee' more than the undead. No one knows what it is or where it comes from. I don’t know anything about it, but it just appeared so suddenly, easily taking away the life of the deity.”

Zhang Lu's head was a little clouded, and he had a deep fear of the "bee" who had never been masked.

The majestic master of darkness was stung to death by a "bee". Who would believe this?

Zhang Lu is more willing to believe that this is a lie made up by Mu Wusheng, because the truth is too bizarre, too absurd, and too scary.

"If my guess is right, your deity should be about to step into the realm of the muddy master, right?" Mu Wusheng said in a deep voice: "You better be careful, the 'bee' is mysterious, maybe when It just appeared, it's better to take precautions early, otherwise..."

Speaking of this, Mu Wusheng didn't go on, but he expressed his meaning very clearly.

"Thank you for your reminder." Zhang Lu took a deep look at Mu Wusheng, "I didn't expect that there would be such a strange danger outside of Hunmeng." He can fully imagine how aggrieved the death of the Hunmeng Lord , How unwilling is he in his heart, of course, the premise is that Mu Wusheng did not lie.

Mu Wusheng nodded and asked: "Is there anything else you want to ask? As long as I know, I will know everything without saying anything."

His attitude towards Zhang Lu, or Zhang Yu, was more inclined to win over, and he was very friendly from the beginning to the end.