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Chapter 390: Wanli Jiangshan Volume, Flying Sword Takes the Enemy's Head (asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)

Hearing this, countless trial-takers looked hesitant and struggling.

The only difficulty in life is death.

In this extremely chaotic fight to the death, if you don't have the strength to surpass everyone else, even if you are very strong, you may still die in the chaos of punches.

In the encounter, one person chose to fight to the death, and it was a battle of life and death.

Of course, normally, two parties with no grudges against each other would most likely choose to "fight to the better".

I’m afraid there are some murderers who would choose to fight to the death with anyone they see.

The spirit of the water palace said: [You can think about it carefully. The trial will begin in one hour! ]

As time passed, a large number of participants began to withdraw from the competition.

92, 91, 89 million...

In the end, only 49 trial-takers chose to persevere.

The Water Palace Spirit was not surprised by this. It said to itself, "Compared to other gods, my master's trial is already the mildest."

on the square.

Lu Chenzhou looked around and saw that there were still more than a hundred people from the Daxia human race.

Martial artists, fighters, and those who practice Posuo mind cultivation all have it, and they are all in the third realm of cultivation.

But there was no one he was familiar with.

Those he knew either had poor talent and retired early, or had great talent but had already achieved enlightenment and left.

Therefore, these remaining people are older, their potential has been exhausted, and many are not far from death. They just want to give it one last try.

He searched the list of Xia Realm humans but did not find the Hand of Destruction.

He clearly remembered that Lao Deng did not succeed in attaining enlightenment and, apparently because he was afraid of death, he quietly withdrew from the competition.

"Running so fast."

……

The battlefield of all spirits.

This is a continent located in a dark void, with green mountains, clear waters, flowing water and houses, everything you need.

The edge of the continent is nothingness.

If you look at it from the perspective of the Supreme God, it looks like a giant painting slowly unfolding.

49 trial participants were floating in outer space of the continent, their eyes were shocked:
“Could this battlefield of all spirits also be a divine weapon?”

"It's possible. The things in this water palace are extraordinary."

Xiantian Shuiling's voice sounded: [This is the "Wanli Rivers and Mountains Scroll", which is a small world in itself. This trial is limited to 100 days. If the final list of 100 people has not been decided within 19000 days, the "Wanli Rivers and Mountains Scroll" will slowly be retracted, and everyone's battlefield will continue to shrink. In the end, everyone will appear in the center of the scroll for the final big fight! ]

49 trial participants turned into meteors and plunged into "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" like a handful of sand scattered into a lake.

……

In an ordinary small mountain village, smoke from cooking fires is rising.

Lu Chenzhou opened his eyes and saw a group of men, women, old and young, wearing linen clothes gathered around him, pointing and talking curiously, as if he had arrived in the ancient times of Daxia.

With the Water Palace Token, he could understand what these mortals said.

"Is this the meteor? There's actually a person inside it."

"He's so strong, his arms are thicker than my thighs."

"I like this kind. Could it be that it comes from the barbarian country in the north?"

"This set of armor will probably cost a lot of money."

Lu Chenzhou looked at himself dressed like an ancient general, and he indeed blended in perfectly.

Suddenly, the ancient sword in his mind sounded a warning. He slapped the ground with his palm, his body shook up, and he twisted his waist and dodged to a place ten feet away.

Boom! Thunder struck down from the sky, lightning splashed everywhere, lightning flashed, and bursts of green smoke rose into the sky.

Lu Chenzhou looked at the charred ashes in front of him, with only a few human shapes left. His brows were slightly furrowed, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

A figure wearing a purple robe, with a face as translucent as a jellyfish and purple tentacles fluttering, walked over like the god of thunder.

He clapped his hands and laughed, "As expected of you, you are the number one prodigy in Xia Realm. You react very quickly. My name is Leiman, your gravedigger!"

Leiman is a genius of the Purple Beard Human Race. He has the strength at the peak of the Third Realm and has a good understanding.

Among the trial-takers of their civilization, this would be enough to rank among the top thirty.

It could have successfully attained enlightenment and advanced to the next level.

But it didn't. It and more than 30 other purple-bearded humans with strength above the late third realm stayed behind specifically to hunt down Lu Chenzhou.

It knows that it might miss the opportunity or even die.

But it is its honor to allow the Purple-Bearded Human Race to become the masters of the Water Palace and to allow the Purple Thunder Empire to dominate the three thousand worlds.

[You have been marked by Rayman for a deathmatch. You can only leave after you have decided the winner.]

Lu Chenzhou drew out his spear, and the spirit of King Wu behind him soared into the sky. He rode on a black tiger and held a white phoenix in his arms.

"Why would we involve those mortals in our duel?"

"do you know?"

"do not know."

"That's it, they are just a bunch of mortals."

Lu Chenzhou said nothing more and sighed in his heart.

Judging from the limited information, it seems that Shenting’s loss to the stars was not unfair.

At the very least, the stars will pretend to bestow blessings on mortals, while plundering their faith and nurturing it.

If the Divine Court had a better attitude towards mortal beings, would it be more difficult for the gods of the stars to collect faith?
Take the Xia Realm for example. The sect has been around for so long, but it still has not gained much momentum. Missionary work is extremely difficult, so they can only launch brutal wars.

In Daxia, although martial artists have privileges, most of them know that they do not engage in production and that ordinary people constitute the foundation of everything.

Therefore, when Su City encounters a crisis, martial artists will have a natural sense of mission to protect mortals.

Before breaking the shackles, you and I are both mortals, there is no difference.

Mortals are the soil for the survival of martial arts!
With murderous intent rising in his heart, Lu Chenzhou leaped up like a ray of light cutting through the sky, and his speed was so fast that Leiman's eyes were shocked.

"Thunder Python strangles!" Boom! Between heaven and earth, the power of thunder surged wildly.

Endless lightning spread around Rayman's body, and chains turned into giant pythons, strangling him.

Lu Chenzhou became one with his gun and rushed straight through the blockade of the thunder chain.

With a thrust of the spear, the mysterious world of Taoism lingered.

After a flash, he cut through the sky and landed on the ground. Smoke was coming out of his body, the smell of burning was everywhere, and the sound of electricity was crackling.

He endured the burning of the electric current, his eyes like the god of death, staring at the dying Rayman, and swallowed a gray death air into his stomach.

Leiman's body broke into two and fell to the ground. His noble purple blood flowed on the ground. His eyes gradually lost their luster. "How is it possible..."

Thunder Python Strangulation is a four-star thunder combat method of the Purple Bearded Human Race, which is comparable to the inferior magic skills of Da Xia.

And he has practiced it to perfection, and can even use the power of thunder and lightning of heaven and earth.

No one below the Fourth Realm should be able to challenge him head-on...

With doubts, Lehman died.

Lu Chenzhou turned and left, muttering to himself: "Thunder? It's just a tool I usually use to temper my body."

Of all the gods, the one he fears least is the purple-bearded humans who control thunder.

He was very fortunate that before coming to the Water Palace, he obtained the "Five Thunder Vajra Scroll" and relied on thunder to temper his body and successfully cultivated a great and powerful body.

To fight against the gods, one must be physically strong enough, otherwise, relying on armor will not be able to defend against the all-pervasive thunder attacks.

In addition, he also has quasi-earth-grade thunder energy in his body.

The two combined, his resistance to lightning is unmatched even by most martial arts masters.

When facing the purple-bearded human race, it is natural to crush them!

[You have completed the life and death battle, and the remaining number of people is 48.99]

The mark was removed, Lu Chenzhou looked at the small mountain village and left calmly.

The more he came into contact with these gods, the more he became convinced of one truth.

"If Xiajie cannot win this Water Palace trial, allowing these gods to dominate the three thousand worlds is not much better than being ruled by the evil gods."

……

Somewhere in the void, Xiantian Shui Ling was also very disappointed.

"Sure enough, after so long since the Great Wilderness was destroyed, these descendants of gods are still the same... There is no progress at all."

Its master, the god Zhuo Yu, did not like the god behind the purple-bearded human race, [Daze Thunder God], because he was too overbearing and selfish.

Similarly, there is the [Bifang Fire God], who often brings disasters to mortals.

At the beginning, Zuo Yu would interfere, just like when he fought against Qi Heng.

In the end, Zuo Yu was already powerless.

Because He is a God, He has His own class, and He cannot completely stand on the side of mortals and Qi cultivators.

In this regard, Xiantian Shui Ling could only sigh:
"Great Lord Chiji did not set the Spark World in the God Clan world where the Eight Realms exist, but in several mortal worlds. This is indeed a wise move. If the task of recreating a new heaven is given to the God Clan, then the three thousand worlds will have no hope at all... It will just be a repetition of the old path of the Great Wilderness, which is worse than the mortal race."

……

30 days after the trial begins.

In the "Wan Li Jiang Shan" scroll, there are only 18 people left.

The vast majority of people left the Water Palace through a duel.

There are also some madmen, or those with grudges, who kill crazily, leaving rivers of blood.

Massacres of villages and towns also occurred from time to time.

The innate water spirit was watching silently from a God's perspective, and did not step forward to stop it.

But it obviously has a scale in its heart.

……

This day.

In a dark and damp cave, more than two hundred powerful men of the Shadow Killing Clan with the strength of the third realm gathered here for a meeting, with sad faces.

The Shadow Killer Clan entered the Water Palace to assassinate Lu Chenzhou.

They all gave up their pursuit of enlightenment and took the initiative to join the battlefield of all spirits.

After all, if they couldn’t get Lu Chenzhou out, death would still be waiting for them.

Over the past month, they have been working in groups of three or five, searching like a dragnet and carrying out some sporadic assassination attempts on Lu Chenzhou.

Unfortunately, they failed every time and they realized that they couldn't go on like this.

Suddenly, a thin woman from the Shadow Killer Clan laughed and said:
"King, I have an idea."

"explain."

"We can capture all the remaining martial artists in Xia Realm alive, set up traps, and wait for Lu Chenzhou to come to rescue."

"He's not stupid. He can definitely see that this is a trap. He won't come."

"Given the character of Xia Jie's martial artists, he might come... Let's give it a try. If he doesn't come, we won't lose anything anyway."

"This is the only way. This is an open conspiracy. It depends on whether Lu Chenzhou will take the risk for his compatriots."

……

at the same time.

The Northern Border.

The capital of the Barbarian Kingdom, Tuka City.

More than forty figures wearing gorgeous red feathers landed on the top of the palace with cold and arrogant expressions.

The leader is a member of the Red Feather Clan who is at the peak of the third realm.

His name is Fang Ting, sequence 250, and he is the captain of the Divine Flame Guard beside Fang Bifan. He is a six-star god, has comprehended the law of fire, and has mastered the five-star flame combat method.

Fang Ting once defeated a fourth-level demon king in Hongze with ten moves, and this became a legend in the Water Palace.

He followed the young master's orders and deliberately stayed in the Water Palace in order to eliminate Lu Chenzhou in the chaotic battle.

Unfortunately, the battlefield of all spirits is too large.

Their escort team had too few people, and after searching for a month, they still found no trace of Lu Chenzhou.

There are two powerful countries in this world.

One is the barbarian country in the north, and the other is the Chu country in the south.

He planned to control the rulers of the two countries and mobilize the power of all mortals in the world to find and kill Lu Chenzhou.

Today, the State of Chu has been controlled by the Purple-Bearded Human Race. Fang Ting does not want to go to war with the God Race for the time being, so he comes to the Barbarian State.

The two major clans of gods also reached an alliance not to go to war with each other before dealing with Lu Chenzhou.

Not long after, a tall, barbarian old man wearing animal skins and a crown on his head walked out of the palace and looked at the Akabane god who looked like a god.

During this period, as the king, the old man naturally heard about the bloody storm in the outside world.

A month ago, countless "foreign demons" descended from the sky and started fighting and killing each other.

Any one of them can destroy a mortal kingdom, and one person can resist ten thousand armies!

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

Fang Ting said calmly in an unquestionable tone: "I want to borrow your country's strength and mobilize the whole nation to find a great enemy for me."

The old man's expression changed slightly: "Who are you looking for?"

Not long after, a portrait of Lu Chenzhou was posted on the city gate.

……

After leaving the small mountain village.

Lu Chenzhou headed south and killed hundreds of ungrateful trial-takers.

At the Tongtian River level, the people who were most hostile to him were the Red Feather Clan, the Purple Beard Clan, and the Shadow Killer Clan.

He has included these three races in his must-kill list.

There is a huge city standing tall ahead.

Teams of Chu soldiers were marching out of the city with busy and tired looks, and the soldiers were chatting.

"When will these gods leave?"

"I haven't slept for three days."

"How is it possible for ordinary people like us to look for a god?"

"Hush, keep your voice down. These gods have sharp ears. Our king just complained behind their backs and was punished by the so-called "thunder from heaven."

Suddenly, the soldiers looked at Lu Chenzhou passing by and were shocked.

"Isn't this the man in the portrait?"

"He, he actually came here on his own?"

"How terrifying is he that even those gods who control thunder feel as if they are facing a formidable enemy when talking about him."

Outside the city, two miles away.

Lu Chenzhou appeared on the horizon with a spear on his back.

He put the gun aside, stood with his arms folded, looked straight ahead, and waited quietly.

Behind him, the mortal army surrounded him from a distance, but did not dare to attack him.

There was no other reason. The invisible domineering aura emitted by Lu Chenzhou could suppress everyone within a radius of several miles. Ordinary people would fall to the ground and faint if they entered.

Crack, crack———the sky was covered with dark clouds and lightning snakes were flowing wildly.

One after another figures landed on the city wall, all of them were in the late third realm and at the peak of their strength, a total of eighteen people.

They were dressed in purple robes and had purple beards that danced wildly in the sky like tentacles.

"My name is Lei..."

Before the leading Purple Beard Clan warrior had finished introducing himself, a gray light flashed by at least three times the speed of sound.

A purple human head exploded and turned into a purple mist that drifted away with the wind.

The Purple Beard Clan member next to him had a drastic change of expression: "This boy is actually an ancient swordsman!"

Before this, they had already seen all of Lu Chenzhou's battle projections, and it could be said that they knew his moves like the back of their hands.

They never expected that this berserker who was good at marksmanship could also fly a sword!
He killed their leader, Rick, in seconds from thousands of meters away.

With such incredible means, you still play with guns?
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