Chapter 1088 Burial of the Gods
Lu Chen smiled silently when he heard this and touched Lu Ming's head, "Someone told me, don't teach you boxing. How about I teach you how to practice swordsmanship?"
Little Lu Ming curled his lips, "Who said that? Is it brother Tiannan? Or...brother Feng? Sister Wanqing? Wait...it's not the senior sister who said that, right?"
He was a little unconvinced, "Do they think my boxing talent is not good enough? Why don't they let me practice?"
Lu Chen felt a little emotional, "Maybe he is afraid that you will regret it in the future... What do you want me to teach you?"
Xiao Lu Ming frowned and thought hard, and finally scratched his head, "I don't think I will regret it. There is nothing to regret about becoming stronger. I still want to practice boxing."
Lu Chen was silent for a moment, and finally laughed out loud.
"Brother Chen, what's so funny!"
Little Lu Ming was a little embarrassed, "Am I poor in talent?"
"Hahaha, no, no, I just want to laugh a little. I just feel that people are really changing all the time, and some things, no matter how old you are, will never change, even if the cause and effect is reversed... reincarnation is subverted."
Lu Chen couldn't stop laughing, and suddenly felt very comfortable. He stood up and said, "Look, there will be a special class tonight, and I will pass on the essence of the fist to you."
Little Lu Ming originally felt it was baffling, but when he heard that Lu Chen was going to start performing the technique, he immediately became excited and watched Lu Chen's technique intently.
On the Zhige Peak, fists were flowing freely. The young man was by the fountain, watching the stars shining in the water, like fireflies.
In the distance, the disciples of Zhige Peak watched this scene, and Wuyi stepped forward to disturb them.
When Lu Chen stopped, it was almost dawn, and the dark night turned gray.
At this time, meteors streaked across the sky, extremely bright, almost lighting up the entire night sky, and finally fell into the East China Sea of the God Burial Star.
"Brother Chen, why do you think meteors fall?"
Little Lu Ming looked at the falling meteor and asked curiously.
When he was young, he devoted himself to martial arts, but he was not yet a formal practitioner. He never went to cultural classes, but today he felt that the night sky was so mysterious.
Lu Chen touched little Lu Ming's shoulder and looked at the East China Sea, "...Maybe it's because I have been burdened with too many people's wishes."
Just as the sun rises from the sea level, the bright light shines on the faces of men and young people, full of warmth, like hope breaking through the darkness.
"It's time, kid, let's get going."
A strange voice sounded in Lu Chen's ears through spiritual transmission. Lu Chen turned his head and saw the mute old woman sweeping the floor in front of the ladder at the entrance to Zhige Peak.
At some point in the Zhige Peak Square, all the disciples came out of the training place and saluted Lu Chen at the edge of the square.
There was admiration and expectation in those eyes, with a beautiful vision for the future and the desire of warriors for the strong.
They may not know where Lu Chen is going, but they know that the first genius of the God Burial Star and the first male disciple of the Martial God Mountain is ready to go, carrying people's hopes.
Lu Chen did not say goodbye to Lu Ming, but went straight to the mute grandmother and saluted respectfully, "Senior, you are ready to go."
The mute granny didn't say anything more. A burst of spiritual power enveloped Lu Chen and he ran straight towards the direction of the original mine.
At the same time, many streams of light gathered on the Burial God Star. Some came from the direction of the Daxia Royal Family, some came from the direction of Xueyue Peak, and some came from the direction of the Witch King Valley. One after another, figures fell down in the original mine. They were selected. The person who cooperates with Lu Chen to break into the depths of the original mine.
Every monk has at least the strength of the second small step of the final realm, and the strongest has even reached the third level. They are responsible for helping Lu Chen clear the way in the original mine and sending Lu Chen as deep as possible. Convey their prayers for the existence of the restricted area to the deepest level.
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Time flies, and the exploration of the original mine is not smooth. Lu Chen discovers that the road here is changing and seems to be repairing itself.
The path he took with Qianxue last time was no longer possible. He didn't know if it was because he was lucky last time but unlucky this time, but he often encountered danger when going deep into the mine.
Ominous phenomena appeared frequently in the depths of the mine. If it weren't for the protection of three powerful elders from the third level of the Final Realm, Lu Chen might have fallen into the original mine alone.
"Seniors in ancient times, this world is in crisis, and we asked our seniors to perform miracles. I followed the rules and brought the Yang Blood Stone."
No one knows how many times, Lu Chen shouted these words again in the empty mine.
But the only thing that responded to him was the flow of black mist and the occasional flash of an unknown ghost.
Maybe they didn't go deep enough, or maybe the rules of the original mine had changed, or maybe those ancient beings heard his voice, but didn't want to pay attention to it at all.
"Nephew Lu, do you need to adjust your breath to get down? Your injuries are not stable."
A skinny old man from the Witch King Valley spoke up. His name was Jiang Li. He was the sixth elder of the Witch King Valley. He had some friendship with Lu Tianhua and took good care of Lu Chen.
During this period, although the major forces sent a total of twelve strong men, which was a rare luxury lineup in history to explore the original mine, two old seniors still fell into the black mist.
It was not that he could not withstand the impact of the black tide, but that he was killed by the unknown substance hidden in the black tide.
One of them, an old woman from Xueyue Peak, was killed by a finger mixed in the black mist. She was only contaminated. In less than half a breath, she turned from a good person into a puddle of black water.
Jiang Li also said that this finger was probably left by an immortal god who died with resentment. Even if he touched it, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Lu Chen felt that the original mine had become very strange, or perhaps this was the danger that a forbidden place should have.
"It's okay. Thank you, Senior Jiang, for taking care of me. This junior's Dao injury is an old problem and it won't be a problem."
Lu Chen thanked him. He had suffered from Tao injuries twice in the past three months. Today, cracks began to appear on his body surface again. He was constantly suppressing them with his secret words.
Because he has understood the meaning of the Karma Blade, Dao injuries usually have no impact on him, at least it does not affect his combat power. As long as he doesn't lose his chain at a critical moment like the last time he fought with Nichkhun, he will be fine.
"It's really hard to imagine what happened back then. I'm afraid the source of these black fogs was not born from the great destruction before the God Burial Calendar. The original mine existed longer than that."
Elder Ji Fenghua of the Daxia royal family touched the stone wall and said with emotion.
The group of people continued to explore in the original mine, but unfortunately, maybe the hope-seeking team of the Burial Star finally got lucky. Lu Chen and the others found the exit and came to the boundless desert that he had entered before.
He picked up a handful of sand on the ground and began to absorb it with the God Eater. The God Eater absorbed the divinity of the sand very slowly, which was far less straightforward than the improvement of the Regicide. According to this efficiency, it would probably take him several years to let the God Eater absorb the divinity. promote.
"This sand does have some tricks..."
The elders and powerful men from all the major forces also curiously looked at the sand in the desert. After observing it for a while, Jiang Li said in shock: "This is probably made from the weathered bones of the immortals and gods!"
The sand in Lu Chen's hands was passing by. Looking at the red moon in the sky, he didn't know where to go for a moment.
The road is long and long...
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Burial of the Gods, the outside world.
The one-month period of absolute peace that Lu Chen fought for has long passed. In the past two months, the gambling competition has resumed, and the record of the God Burial Star is disastrous.
Because Lu Chen no longer participated in the battle, and the Yuanxue nobles did not want to compete in Lu Chen's field, they opened a range.
Most gambling battles are in a realm that is still some distance below the final realm. Because Lu Chen is already at the peak of the final realm, he does not meet the "entry standards" for gambling battles, so there is no need to worry about Lu Chen sweeping Case.
After engaging in this mode of gambling, the God Burial Star could not win three battles almost every day.
Initially, disciples of sects such as Qingyun Sect died in large numbers. Later, Wushen Mountain, Xueyue Peak, Daxia Royal Family, and Witch King Valley began to send out disciples, but the situation was still not optimistic.
The disciples of Wushen Mountain have the most victories, and there are also those who have not died in battle.
In the cemetery behind Zhige Peak, Xiao Lu Ming poured wine in front of a grave, "Brother Tiannan..."
He clenched his little fists and said through gritted teeth, "I will avenge you!"
Lu Tiannan is dead. The high-spirited young Mystic Blood warrior who met Lu Chen for the first time died in a gambling fight a week ago. He was torn apart by a Yuanxue genius in the galaxy. Not even his body was left behind.
"I'm going to kill them all!"
There was also a roar of grief and anger coming from the side. A man with disheveled hair was sitting in front of a tombstone. His blood was boiling, and his pupils were red and bloodshot.
Lu Ming turned his head, his eyes also filled with sadness, "Brother Feng..."
Lu Feng looked sad, and the bones in his body were creaking as the secret blood boiled to its extreme and filled with strength. Lu Waner was dead, that was his favorite junior sister.
He stood up full of anger and looked up at the figures lined up in the sky. He was going to fight today.
"Brother Feng...can you not go?"
Lu Ming said, he was a little scared. During this period, many senior brothers and sisters who were good to him on Zhige Peak died in the gambling battle.
Wushen Mountain is indeed the power with the most victories, but in the past two months, Zhige Peak alone has lost twenty-four disciples!
"I must go, not only for revenge, but also to fight for a breath!"
Lu Feng, the secret blood warrior who usually loves to laugh the most, seems to be full of evil spirits at this time. In recent gambling battles, he has basically lost two out of eight, and in better cases, he has lost three out of seven.
If there are no people from the Martial God Mountain, the Burial God Star will be eaten away faster.
Now that the scope of the original mine has been completely lost, the Yuanxue nobles have sent a group of people to explore, which makes the young geniuses feel very guilty.
Because some of them knew that Lu Chen had gone deep into the original mine with an important mission, but they failed to guard their homes.
The victory that Lu Chen originally won has been completely lost by them. Every piece of lost territory is like a pillar of shame, nailed to the land of the Burial Star, reminding them of their weakness every day.
Above the sky, a female disciple of the Great Xia royal family was chopped with cruel force, and then swallowed by the blood energy of Yuan Xue Tianjiao.
He stood still in the sky and taunted coldly, "The creatures on the God Burial Planet are nothing more than this. Except for Lu Chen, it seems there is nothing that can be done."
"You go too far, I'll kill you!"
A roar rang out, and a disciple rushed out from the direction of the Witch King Valley and struck him with an axe.
Lu Feng stared at a Yuanxue Tianjiao in the air, "Zi Gu, do you dare to fight!?"
"I will rush to death to fulfill your wish."
Ji Gu sneered and walked out of the queue, heading straight for the galaxy with Lu Feng.
The battles broke out so intensively that one battle was no longer followed by another. The geniuses of the God Burial Star were full of enthusiasm, but they were defeated quickly.
Not long after, the disciple from the Witch King Valley chopped open his opponent's chest with an ax in the starry sky, but his own head was removed.
Lu Feng and Ji Gu fought fiercely for half an hour. Under the sad and angry eyes of the disciples of Wushen Mountain, Lu Feng was pierced through the chest by sharp claws. His whole body was cut in half from the chest. In the end, his head was crushed and he was completely destroyed. Within the galaxy.
A heavy atmosphere presses on the God Burial Star. No matter their age or cultivation level, all creatures on the God Burial Star feel breathless.
They are losing, they are dying, they are losing their homes, and they are being crazily humiliated by foreign creatures.
"Alas, it seems they are going to do this again today."
An old monk below sighed, looking at the sky, he saw Viscount Romont smiling, chatting with a Yuanxue Tianjiao behind him, and then someone walked forward.
These days, except for the low-level genius showdowns, Viscount Romont will make the finale in the last game, which is to send a young viscount to slaughter the strong men of the God Burial Star.
The short man walked out of the team. He was Viscount Bol, the son of the Marquis. More than ten final monks died in his hands.
He tossed the bloody thorn in his hand with a cruel smile on his face, "Romon understands me. I like this part the most every day."
Compared with the monks of the Burial God Star, he is at the third level of the final realm. But how many monks of the third level of the final realm are there in the Burial God Star?
Even counting all the major forces, there are no more than thirty monks who have reached this level, and he has killed eleven of them.
This is a little entertainment or a little strategy for the Simon Empire to eliminate the backbone of the God Burial Star in a one-on-one advantageous match.
"Noffi, do you want to play?"
Viscount Boer turned to ask the tall and beautiful prodigy.
"Boring, they're all rubbish that can't hold on for even a quarter of an hour."
Viscount Nolfi looked cold and expressed his disinterest.
Their words were loud and could be heard by the monks with their spiritual consciousness paying attention. The people of the God Burial Star felt a sense of humiliation.
Their third-level geniuses in the Final Realm were already tens of thousands of years old, but they were crazily slaughtered by these young Yuanxue nobles who were less than 10,000 years old, and are now still evaluated as rubbish.
When many young geniuses heard this, they almost felt that their chests were about to explode. They wished they could advance to a few more realms and kill these people.
But the reality is that they don't have young people at this level at all, and they all lost in duels at this level.
"Really? It seems you think you are not trash."
At this moment, a rich male voice sounded from the direction of the East China Sea.
The tide rose, and a blue-haired man lifted into the sky with a Poseidon Trident on his back. His majestic and domineering will rushed towards the galaxy like sea water, and his boundless murderous aura pressed against all the Abyss Blood Geniuses.
"It's Ao Tian, he's out of seclusion!"
The demon clan in the East China Sea saw this man and shouted excitedly.