The last building on earth

Wang Xuan looked at Qingmu who was walking over and said, "Your job is to clean up the undead obsession in this battlefield of gods?"

"Yes, these undead souls have experienced thousands of years, and their obsession is immortal. They will appear again every once in a while. If they are not cleaned up regularly, they will cause big trouble. If they break out of the battlefield of the gods, it will be a devastating disaster. .”

A smile appeared on Aoki's face and he said: "My responsibility is to clean them regularly and maintain a balance here so that these fallen gods and undead souls will not be in turmoil."

Wang Xuandao: "Have you always stayed here?" He wanted to ask the Qingmu in front of him whether he voluntarily stayed here to be the cleaner, or whether he was ordered to stay here. This Qingmu always gave him an indescribable weird feeling. .

In his sense of consciousness, Aoki seemed to not exist. He could not sense the slightest breath of life at all. But looking at Aoki's actions and watching the undead he had just killed, all this showed that he really existed. of.

These two contrasts gave Wang Xuan a weird feeling. He had been secretly observing Aoki and was half-believing everything he said.

"Not bad..." Qingmu still seemed very indifferent to Wang Xuan's inquiry. He sat down in front of the stone platform again, poured a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.

Wang Xuan looked at the teacup and teapot placed in front of him, and watched Aoki drink the tea.

He thought that just now his hand could not touch the teacup and teapot, and his hand would go straight through it, which meant that the teacup and teapot were only illusory existences, but why could Aoki touch them?

"I've been here a long time and have maintained the balance here."

"Did someone order you to do this? Or did you stay here voluntarily?" Wang Xuan finally couldn't help but ask.

"Someone ordered me?" Aoki was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "No, I have memories, right here, doing such things."

He smiled toothily when he said this, but Wang Xuan suddenly became suspicious and said: "You have been here since you had memories? How is this possible?"

If Aoki was a powerful god who discovered the hidden dangers in the battlefield of the gods and voluntarily stayed here to constantly quell the chaos of the undead that broke out from time to time to avoid causing huge disasters, he would understand.

But Aoki said that he had been doing such things here since he had memories, which was so strange and completely unreasonable.

When Qingmu heard Wang Xuan's question, he looked very strange and said: "Why is it impossible?"

Wang Xuan looked at him with an incredible look and said, "What about your memory before entering here?"

Aoki said: "I was born here. Naturally, I have memories. I am maintaining the balance here and cleaning up the rioting undead. Is there a problem with this?"

"There is a problem." Wang Xuan nodded slightly and looked at Qingmu thoughtfully.

"You were born here...could it be...that you are also an undead?"

Wang Xuan suddenly said this, making Qingmu's face suddenly darken.

"Nonsense..." Aoki looked a little excited and said: "My mission is to clean up the rioting undead on this battlefield. I am the maintainer and sweeper of order on this battlefield. You actually call me an undead?"

Wang Xuan's eyes shot out two purple-red divine lights, staring at Qingmu who had an excited look on his face, as if he had seen through something, and said word by word: "You are an undead spirit."

Aoki was furious and slammed the stone platform in front of him. The teapot and teacups on it flew up. The teapot shattered, but there was no tea in it. Instead, a mass of mist dispersed. In this mist, the thick undead souls were hidden. breath.

Looking at the broken teapot and the tea inside turning into mist, Aoki suddenly froze and sat there blankly, trembling slightly.

"So you don't even know it yourself?" Wang Xuan looked at Qingmu's reaction and understood. He sighed slightly and said: "It's incredible. You are different from those undead. You already have self-awareness. What a pity. …”

Aoki's face kept changing, becoming more and more ugly. A slight roar came from his throat, and the green robe on the surface of his body gradually expanded.

Tang Ruoyu began to retreat slightly, and suddenly found that the surrounding courtyards and the wooden house were melting, like lit candles. The melted wooden house and the surrounding courtyards were flowing with juice. These juices rolled and turned into mist, filled with strong undead. breath.

Wang Xuan had a solemn expression on his face. He understood that the undead soul in front of him, who claimed to be Qingmu, was no small matter. It was completely different from the mountain gods, monsters and other undead souls with a ray of obsession that he had encountered before.

If it weren't for the flaw in Aoki's response, even Wang Xuan would never have guessed that there were such terrifying and strange undead souls in the battlefield of the gods. They had already transformed into normal living beings and could communicate with them. They were even almost deceived by him.

Although he didn't know what Aoki's real purpose was in deceiving him?

Or does he really think that he is the manager who maintains the balance of this battlefield of gods?

"Am I an undead? Am I an undead?" Aoki's face was distorted, and his eyes shot out two terrifying undead flames.

Wang Xuan felt a huge anger.

"I have forgotten that I already think that I am a living creature. Why do you..."

"Why do you want me to remember..."

"You damn outsiders, why do you want to disturb the rest of the dead?"

"You all deserve to die—"

Qingmu was roaring, and behind him, the terrifying aura of the undead rose up, condensing into a huge giant. This giant stood upright, filling this time and space. Looking down, in its view, Wang Xuan and Tang Ruoyu were just like Two ants.

Wang Xuan looked up at the giant, seeing the giant wearing a crown and imperial robes, his heart suddenly moved, and he knew the origin of Qingmu.

He had met Wei Zixuan before, who came from "King Town" among the hundred towns. This Wei Zixuan's beast was the "King".

Although the King is not one of the top ten first-generation beasts, in terms of strength, it is one of the top existences among the second-generation beasts. In legends, it is even believed that the king has combat power that rivals the top ten first-generation beasts.

The giant in front of him is the most famous "king" among the second-generation beasts.

The "King" also fell long ago, and his undead soul is immortal. After countless years of transformation, he became Aoki.

"When this king was alive, he must have been an incredible second-generation god. Even if he is dead, his undead souls are maintaining order here, preventing undead riots and affecting the peace of the outside world. It's a pity..."

Wang Xuan shook his head, knowing that although Qingmu was maintaining the balance here, as an undead, he would hate all outsiders, believing that their entry would disturb the rest of the undead.

Aoki invited them in not sincerely, but because he wanted to trap them in a trap and then kill them.

As the true face was exposed, the original courtyards and wooden houses melted and disappeared, the ground collapsed downwards, and giant white bones appeared all around. These bones were inserted deep into the surrounding ground, vibrating with each other, forming a special The net was meant to trap him and Tang Ruoyu in it.

Sensing the vibrations of these white bones, the terrifying fluctuations caused Wang Xuan and Tang Ruoyu to feel intense pain, and their whole bodies felt a burning sensation. This was actually a very terrifying demon refining array that wanted to refine them alive.

"You are smart enough to see through my true colors. I originally wanted you to believe all this, so that you could be refined without knowing it..."

The giant wearing a crown and imperial robes opened his mouth and made a green wood voice, but now there was a sinister smile in his voice, completely lacking the "king" demeanor.

Wang Xuan remained silent and just stamped his feet violently. The ground was shaking. The purple energy in his body surged. Combined with the red flames outside his body, his divine power was further enhanced. He was getting closer and closer to the realm of the upper true god. The power coming out is getting stronger and stronger.

This power swept across, protecting Tang Ruoyu, and Wang Xuan punched the ground with his right hand.

There was a "buzz", and I couldn't sense much power, but the white bones inserted around it caused the white bones to rise up one by one and fly into the sky, with a purple-red rainbow light trailing behind each white bone.

"How is it possible-" The giant roared, expressing shock at Wang Xuan's strength. A golden light appeared, and a giant sword suddenly broke through the chaotic mist above and appeared, slashing at Wang Xuan.

This is the Sword of the King, an artifact of this second-generation god, with infinite power.

For the first time, Wang Xuan felt a pressure, and with Tang Ruoyu, he suddenly rose up into the sky sideways.

If you want to avoid it, if you don't want the King's Sword to fall, seal everything around so that they can't avoid it.

"Amazing, he is indeed the strongest among the second generation gods." Wang Xuan whispered softly, moved his right arm, and a giant arm appeared.

This giant arm combines the power of the severed arm of the monster and the divine egg, as well as the power of Wang Xuan's current true god. Although it is only in a phantom state, it is suddenly raised and opened to grab the sword of the king.

The King's Sword struck the open phantom giant hand, and a buzzing sound was heard in the void. The golden sword did not cut off the phantom giant hand, and the giant hand failed to shatter the golden sword. The two sides faced off in the void. For a moment, Unable to tell the winner.

Once Wang Xuan used the power in his right arm, whether it was a high-level true god such as Mo Cing, or an undead such as a mountain god or a demon chi, they all seemed vulnerable. This was the first time that the giant in front of him blocked his power in a head-on confrontation.

"good--"

Wang Xuan screamed, swung his arms violently, and swung them out in the air in an instant. At his current speed, he punched upwards. The speed was so fast that even the true god couldn't see it. Tang Ruoyu could only force himself behind. Seeing that Wang Xuan's right arm seemed to have disappeared, she couldn't even see the afterimage.

The phantom giant arm that appeared suddenly expanded as Wang Xuan punched continuously. The five fingers that originally supported the golden sword suddenly shrank and grabbed the golden sword.

The harsh sound of "creak" sounded, the golden sword was twisted upwards, and Wang Xuan turned into a purple-red rainbow light and soared into the sky.

This time he not only activated the power of the magical beast in his right arm, but also the power of the Jiu Feng head that was refined into his body.

He was like a shooting star, with nine phoenixes faintly appearing around him, soaring into the sky and hitting the giant with the crown on his head.

A huge hole suddenly appeared on the giant's forehead, and its giant face began to shatter.

The giant's huge body, which was originally standing tall on the sky, began to shake and retreat. The giant arm holding the golden sword suddenly slammed over with the sword, hitting the giant's shoulder.

The giant's shoulder immediately shattered and collapsed, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the body, extending downwards along the shoulder that was hit. Wherever it extended, fragments collapsed, and then turned into the air of the undead and dissipated in the void.

Tang Ruoyu basically had no qualifications to intervene and could only watch from a distance. She could feel Wang Xuan's power.

From the moment he entered the battlefield of the gods to now, every battle he experienced seemed to become stronger.

Wang Xuan, who obtained the divine egg and became an innate god, is growing at an astonishing speed, and his growth is far from reaching its limit.

Fighting against these powerful undead gods can stimulate the powerful potential in his body, allowing him to grow faster and become more powerful.

Wang Xuan transformed into a purple-red meteor, pierced the giant's head, came out from the back of the head, and then circled around the golden sword. Immediately, the golden sword fell from above.

The original golden sword began to dim quickly as it fell. When it fell to the ground, it made a crisp sound. Wang Xuan discovered that the king's artifact was broken from the middle, and the remaining half of the artifact had a dull surface.

This artifact was already damaged. Before, it was only the power of the giant undead that made it regain its former appearance. But in essence, it was just an illusion. It had been damaged long ago and had little remaining power.

"What a pity." Wang Xuan looked at the broken sword of the king, feeling a little heartbroken, but he still put it away.

Next time you see Wei Zixuan, you can give him the broken sword.

Although there is not much residual power, this is only for a being like Wang Xuan. For ordinary true gods, this broken sword is still powerful. If Wei Zixuan can stimulate the power in it, he can completely rely on this broken sword. The sword of the king, kill the true god.

Looking at the giant again, the huge body is collapsing with an earth-shattering momentum.

"It's a pity that there will be no Qingmu to maintain balance in the future. Will these undead really go riot and affect the outside world?" Tang Ruoyu thought of something and was a little worried.

"Don't worry, these are all its one-sided words. Its original intention is just to trick them into a trap and refine us. Do you really think it maintains the order of the battlefield of the gods? At least I don't think it does. No matter how powerful it is, it is still only a second-generation god. This battlefield of gods claims to have the bones of ten first-generation gods. Which one is not more powerful than it?"

Hearing Wang Xuan's analysis, Tang Ruoyu nodded and said, "You are right. In that case, we almost let it fool us."

Wang Xuan smiled lightly and said, "I just don't know what kind of remains are left behind."

As the giant completely collapsed, the huge body turned into breath and was dissipating. During the dissipation, a spine appeared, which still contained a strong undead breath. Aoki had not completely disappeared, and was even filled with strong resentment.

"You...can't kill us..."

Qingmu made intermittent sounds from this spine. Suddenly, Wang Xuan's face changed slightly and he looked up hurriedly.