Martial Mythology

"Can you devour the air of death?" Zhang Lu was a little surprised.

Xiaoxie was a little bit unsatisfied, and said: "This thing is more nourishing than the murky spirit! I have to devour at least ten thousand, no, a hundred thousand murky spirits, and the effect is comparable to this bit of dead tomb spirit. "

When Zhang Lu heard it, a smile appeared on his face: "Very good, this way, you don't have to worry about the spirit of death in the core altar."

Originally, Zhang Lu was a little worried about the aura of death in the core altar. The aura of death in the tomb was too strong. If it wasn't for the restraint of the will of the tomb, he might not have been able to set foot inside the ancestral temple.

"The core altar?" Xiaoxie stepped into the sky tomb for the first time, so naturally he didn't know the existence of the altar.

Zhang Lu glanced at Xiao Xie, and said, "The aura of death in the core altar is more than ten thousand times stronger than here!"

As soon as these words came out, Xiaoxie's dark eyes began to glow green, and Zhang Lu even vaguely heard the sound of spitting.

"Ten thousand... ten thousand times? Not more?" Xiaoxie sounded as if he had been spat with blood, and his voice was extremely excited, "Then what are you waiting for! Master, hurry up, let's go to the core altar!"

If he could devour all the aura of death, especially the aura of death in the core altar, Xiao Xie reckoned that his strength could increase a lot again, and even reach a new level.

"I definitely have to go, but I still have to be careful." Zhang Lu reminded: "The will of the tomb can control the air of the tomb that day, and its strength may even be higher than yours..."

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

All it thinks about now is the spirit of the dead tomb of the core altar, and it doesn't take the will of the sky tomb into consideration at all.

"I hope so." Zhang Lu saw that Xiao Xie was so confident, but he didn't say anything more, and took Xiao Xie straight to the core altar of the Heavenly Tomb.

From the edge of the celestial tomb, all the way forward, the aura of the dead tomb along the way was swallowed up by Xiaoxie, leaving nothing behind.

The site, which was originally filled with the atmosphere of the 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.

The core altar of the Sky Tomb.

The Heavenly Tomb Will sensed the changes in the aura of the dead tomb, as if part of its body had been eaten by something, and immediately became frightened and angry: "Who! Who is devouring my life aura!"

The air of death in the core altar began to riot, and the sky and the earth began to tremble.

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

The next moment, its attention was attracted by Xiao Xie, because a large amount of tomb energy rushed towards Xiao Xie, like a black hole with a small size but huge energy.

"What the hell is this!" Sky Tomb's will was filled with anger, but also a trace of inexplicable fear.

Xiao Xie's body is like a bottomless pit, no matter how much death energy there is, it cannot fill this bottomless pit.

The Will of the Sky 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 Qing Dynasty to accumulate such a considerable aura and strength of the tomb. Considering the time it took, the speed at which its strength is now declining is simply terrifying.

"Death, I want you to die!" The will of the tomb was furious, and directly manipulated many puppets of the tomb to kill Zhang Lu and Xiaoxie.

It is currently in a weak state, and if it is forced to act, it may cause the injury to worsen.

Zhang Lu and Xiaoxie moved forward all the way, and not long after, they saw puppets from the sky tomb besieging the sky, the eight-star giants, ten-level, hundred-level, thousand-level, and ten thousand-level level puppets, all in a dense mass of darkness. Scalp tingling.

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

Zhang Lu stopped in his tracks, looking at the overwhelming sky tomb puppets in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Xiaoxie said excitedly: "The aura of death in these guys is stronger!" It took aim at the millions of puppets in the ten thousand-level realm, licked its tongue, ready to move.

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

In just such a short time, it lost a lot of dead air.

That is the aura of death that it spent countless Qing Dynasty to accumulate!

Its heart is bleeding!

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

There was no emotion in the voice of the will of the tomb: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Wu Wusheng...I've already been there." Zhang Lu smiled faintly, "But you may be disappointed, the description of you and your description of yourself that I heard from Mu Wusheng's mouth, Something is different. This time, I came here to investigate the truth of the matter..."

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

"Why, you are disappointed that he didn't kill me?" Zhang Lu was thoughtful, "It seems that you really didn't have a good intention before."

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

The will of the tomb stared at Zhang Lu indifferently, with a faint killing intent in its eyes, but it did not act immediately, but said indifferently: "Didn't I say that? I am the clone of the Lord of Obscurity."

"Still unwilling to tell the truth?" Zhang Lu laughed, "Since you don't say it, then I will tell it for you. You are the embodiment of destruction and death, the incarnation of destruction and death, am I right? Undead?"

"Hahaha..." The will of the tomb suddenly laughed, and the laughter was full of mockery, "Is this what Mu Wusheng told you? Do you believe what Mu Wusheng said?"

"Why, isn't it right?" Zhang Lu frowned.

"Destruction is destruction, death is death, where is the embodiment of reality? Where is the incarnation?" The Will of the Sky Tomb couldn't help but shook his head, "How can you believe such a ridiculous story?"

Xiaoxie is a little upset, the will of the tomb is showing such a style in front of it today, does this mean that it doesn't take Mr. Xiaoxie seriously?

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

Zhang Lu waved his hands, and his eyes fell on the Will of the Heavenly Tomb: "I'll ask you one last time, who are you and what is your purpose?"

The will of the tomb was a little annoyed, especially Xiaoxie's words, which made him even more angry. He felt like he was being bullied by dogs. When Zhang Lu asked, the will of the tomb also said bitterly: "I said After that, why don’t you believe that I am the clone of the Lord of Hunmeng? If you don’t believe it, you can ask the Hunmeng Tree! Except for me, no one knows me better than Hunmengshu!”