"This is not the attitude a prisoner should have."
Wu Tie began to untie the rune chains wrapped around Qingwu's body, and untied all the vicious restrictions and restrictions on him.
"Prisoner below the rank? Me?"
Qingwu let Wu Tie do what he did, and smiled: "I am still high in the sky, overlooking you ants. I am just one of the billions of incarnations of me... You have imprisoned a hair of me, and you dare to say that you are imprisoned." Myself?"
Wu Tie smiled and knocked Qingwu on the head: "Naughty... you are not you even if you have a hair? Haha."
Qingwu suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked at Wu Tie's weird smile and suddenly remembered what happened at the observation outpost, the gods who died inexplicably.
Especially those who were inexplicably cursed to death from the Ice Spirit Clan not many years ago.
And the source of those who were cursed seemed to come from the Three Kingdoms Continent... They were inexplicably cursed to death by someone using their supreme supernatural power after their avatars came to the Three Kingdoms Continent.
"Hey, in the past few years, those people from the Ice Spirit Clan, weren't you the one who did it?" Qing Wu asked Wu Tie hastily and a little guilty.
"Ah? What did you say? Oh, you mean, those guys with fish tails?" Wu Tie raised his head and said thoughtfully: "A few years ago, there was a big beauty with a cold body. , Tsk, and one of her...what kind of brother?"
"Oh, by the way, she also said that she is the princess appointed by a certain Ice Spirit God Clan big shot?"
"Haha, but that's it...an altar, a sacrifice, an ancient curse...she should be dead, right?"
Wu Tie whistled lightly: "She didn't do any good things when she was in our place. Haha, killing people all over the house and kidnapping young girls. This is not a good thing... What is her name? Anyway, she is dead, right?"
Qingwu's face suddenly turned pale.
It was correct that she was the 'princess' destined by a certain big shot of the Ice Spirit God Clan.
The person who was cursed to death was seriously the one who was cursed to death by Wu Tie, the King of Martial Arts in front of him... But according to the information obtained by Qingwu, and according to the information analysis conducted by Qingwu's own deity who convened the great wisdom in the clan, this person is now under the spotlight. The Martial King Wu Tie who paid attention to him was probably just an unknown little person at that time.
Wu Tie probably didn't have much ability at that time.
How could he? At that time, was there the power to curse and kill a god
"What do you want to do? What do you want to do to me? What do you want to do to my true self?" Seeing that all the restrictions and restraints on his body have been released, Qingwu does not feel happy or happy, but is horrified. screamed.
"You...let me go, let me go!" Qingwu screamed.
Suddenly, a beautifully shaped scroll-like divine pattern lit up between his eyebrows, like a gem as its axis and light as its pages.
Waves of strange soul fluctuations spread around, and Qingwu's body suddenly collapsed inward. He used the secret technique of the wise protoss and prepared to explode his body so that this ray of distraction could escape.
The Wisdom God Clan's frontal combat effectiveness is not good, but the various soul secret arts are all-encompassing and ever-changing. In terms of weirdness and cruelty, they are worse than the Dark Soul God Clan, but in terms of magic and change, the Dark Soul God Clan is not as good as them.
An essence and blood clone is nothing to them.
Self-exploding the essence and blood clone, Qingwu's distraction is 100% sure to escape easily.
Across Sui Dynasty, Qingwu prepared no less than ten thousand essence and blood clones. He could change his face and reappear in the world at any time.
Otherwise, during the last siege of Prince Yin's Mansion, Qing Wu was completely shattered by Feng Shu's punch. How could he have appeared so quickly
However, just as his body was shrinking inwards, Wu Tie pointed his finger at Qingwu's eyebrows, and a terrifying force of withering swept through Qingwu's body. All the essence, blood, energy, and mana in his body were absorbed by this withering force. Swallowed it clean with all his strength.
The explosive inside was removed from a bomb, leaving only an iron shell. You still blew yourself up!
The Qingwu monster screamed, trying to escape from the clone that failed to self-destruct.
Wu Tie pointed his finger, and circles of black light streaks rushed out from his fingertips and quickly disappeared into Qingwu's body. As a result, every cell of Qingwu's clone seemed to be covered with thick glue, firmly sticking Qingwu's distraction into the body.
No matter how Qingwu struggled, howled, screamed and cursed in panic, his distraction was firmly stuck in this clone, and he could not break free no matter what.
Qingwu used dozens of soul secret techniques in succession, and even used three forbidden techniques, hoping to burn away the distraction and completely eliminate it.
But all secret techniques are completely ineffective.
"This is the Soul Capturing Curse of the Dark Soul God Clan!"
Qingwu suddenly discovered the roots of these black light patterns, and he screamed hysterically: "This is the Soul Capturing Curse of the Dark Soul God Clan... You are just a humble human race, how can you cast the Soul Capturing Curse?"
Wu Tie looked at Qingwu with a smile.
From the deep bloodline of the Wu Clan, he received the inheritance of countless heterogeneous avenues from the aura that accompanied him when Pangu Sage created the world.
Wu Tie could only comprehend a little more than 30% of those alien avenues, and he had already reached the extreme. Neither his body nor his soul could withstand the pressure of any more avenues. Even one more one will cause a complete collapse of the body and soul.
Among the little more than 30% of the avenues, Wu Tie chose the avenues related to soul, wisdom, life, death, etc.
For other more 'down-to-earth' avenues such as the more basic Five Elements, Yin and Yang, Strength, Blood and Qi, Wu Tie felt a little proud and did not choose these too 'basic' avenues to comprehend and integrate.
Therefore, Wu Tie now has a very deep understanding and mastery of the various soul avenues contained in the bloodline of the Dark Soul God Clan.
It is not difficult at all to cast the Soul Capturing Curse.
"Impossible, unless you are a Dark Soul God Clan... otherwise... you, you... no one can cast the Soul Capturing Curse."
Qingwu was already a little incoherent.
Then, he suddenly calmed down. He stared at Wu Tie and murmured: "Are you the thief who stole the glory of the gods like us?"
Qingwu said solemnly: "The thing we were most worried about finally happened... Someone among the Pangu survivors got the damn thief who took away... the belongings of our gods..."
"What did Pangu steal from you?" Wu Tie asked Qingwu curiously.
"Why should I answer you?" Qingwu looked at Wu Tie, his face became extremely twisted and ferocious: "Although this question is irrelevant, after all, he has already succeeded... But, why should I answer you?"
"You got what he stole... you damn... thief!"
"Well, I don't need you to answer anything." Wu Tie chuckled: "I probably know what it is, the mystery of your bloodline, your original origin, the source of all your magical powers... In other words, you all God’s, ‘Mother of Creation’.”
"Look, I know something." Wu Tie hummed lightly and picked up Qingwu: "Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't answer. Anyway, I only need this little distraction from you."
"Your true self doesn't want to come to see me, then I will force him to come to see me." Wu Tie looked down at the green mist in his hand and grinned: "Guess, can I use you to calculate your true self?" ?”
Qingwu's face was twisted, his lips were pale, his body was trembling slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
He was quickly judging Wu Tie's strength and his own strength. All the information he knew about the human race was rolling in his mind.
Can Wu Tie pose a threat to his true self
Qingwu, who was overexerting his brain, immediately had sweat oozing out from his forehead, and then turned into white mist rising up.
Wu Tie smiled and carried Qingwu out of this prison thousands of miles underground.
Three days later, on the southwest border of Suizhou, there was no grass growing at the Burial Army Plain.
This is the place where the Sui Dynasty fought hundreds of battles with the Demon Kingdom in the West and the Ghost Kingdom in the South. On average, a fierce battle will break out here in about a hundred years. The elite troops dispatched by the Sui Dynasty can number in the tens of millions, while the Demon Kingdom and the Ghost Kingdom dispatch The number of minions is more than a hundred times.
On weekdays, there are often small frictions here, and the subordinates of the three parties die in battle here every day.
Countless evil and ferocious curses flooded the Burial Army Plains, causing this wilderness tens of thousands of miles in radius to be barren of grass and ants. Ordinary creatures who took a step forward and were infected by the ferocious aura would at least become seriously ill, and would easily die. The body dies and the soul disappears.
This is also the most dangerous place Wu Tie can find around Suizhou.
Hundreds of Wu Clan elders came here from the Three Kingdoms Continent through the teleportation array. They held bone staffs and walked on the Burial Army Field. They recited ancient and obscure spells in their mouths. Strange mana fluctuations enveloped the entire Burial Army. Original.
The entire Burial Army Plain was like a zombie that had been hidden underground for trillions of years and was suddenly awakened by these Wu Clan elders.
A large area of gray, red, black, and dark green ominous aura rose up from the ground, gradually condensing on the Burial Army Plain into an almost substantial sinister wind that was thousands of miles thick and stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles. Evil cloud.
Accompanied by a low roar, the ground of the burial ground cracked open, with pieces large and small, mottled in color, all filled with overwhelming violence, evil spirits, evil spirits, evil spirits, as well as all kinds of death, disease, bad luck, and ruin. Skeletons of various ominous powers slowly rise from the ground.
In the past countless years, countless Sui Dynasty soldiers died fighting here, and countless masters from the Demon Kingdom and Ghost Kingdom died fighting here.
The officers and soldiers of Sui Dynasty, as well as the logistics soldiers, were responsible for collecting the corpses. Of the 100% who died in the battle, 70% were transported back to Sui Dynasty for burial, and only about 30% of the remains were buried here.
As for the demon country and the ghost country, where is there any explanation for burial
Those who died in the battle were simply discarded here, allowed to be blown by the wind and rain, and allowed to change in the terrain. Over the years, they were all buried deep underground.
For countless years, countless negative auras have accumulated beneath the Zombie Army. At this moment, these negative auras were induced by the elders of the Witch Clan using witchcraft. Pieces of bones with evil spirits rose into the sky and were slowly pieced together.
'Click, click', countless bones flew all over the sky, slowly pieced together into an altar filled with evil spirits.
Wu Tie stood on a hill on the edge of the Burial Army Field, with Qing Wu standing next to him who was so imprisoned that he could not move.
Qing Wu watched the elders of the Wu Clan perform all their actions, and his face became increasingly pale and pale.
He trembled and said: "The Wu Clan... they... are the Wu Clan..."
Wu Tie glanced sideways at Qing Wu: "My name is Wu Tie. I ask the elders of the Wu clan for help. Isn't it a natural thing? What's the fuss about?"
Qingwu gritted his teeth and said tremblingly: "It is recorded in our clan's secret war files that in the Battle of Arrival, the Wu clan caused more damage to the gods than any other tribe in the human clan... They can fight at close range and attack from a distance. , witchcraft is mysterious and evil, and most cruel and brutal."
"If not, the Ten Thousand Curses God Clan and the Witch Clan secretly competed with spells, which cut off the fate of the Witch Clan and made the Witch Clan weak in the future... The sacrifices of the gods in those advent battles would probably be unacceptable."
Qingwu murmured: "However, because of that curse killing that the Ten Thousand Cursed God Clan devoted all their strength to, the He Clan was counterattacked by the curse and was completely extinct after ten thousand years."
"On the contrary, it's the Witch Clan. How come you... have multiplied and grown stronger again?"
Qingwu was covered in cold sweat. He looked at the busy elders of the Wu clan, at the hundreds of thousands of Wu clan men gathered in the Burial Army Field, and then at Wu Tie standing beside him, and at the people standing behind Wu Tie. There was a row of tall and powerful Wu clan elites.
Qingwu suddenly wanted to cry.
"You can't do it." Qingwu said solemnly: "My true soul, his soul is protected by three pages of the Book of Wisdom. That is the supreme artifact of my Wisdom God Clan. You cannot pose any threat to him."
"That's not necessarily true." Wu Tie released the Great Avenue Furnace, and the flames rolled in the furnace and condensed into the appearance of three instruments.
A skull crown, a magic mirror, and a long-handled sickle.
"Is this also a supreme artifact? This king's furnace is based on devouring them and integrating countless other rare materials to finally cast it."
Qingwu's eyes suddenly widened. His pupils first shrank to the size of a needle tip, and then suddenly spread like a dead person, which showed how violent the fear in his heart was.
"Xu Po that... that... idiot!" Qing Wu roared like a cuckoo crying for blood, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"He actually brought all the three most powerful supreme artifacts of the Dark Soul God Clan... and he actually dared to let these three supreme artifacts fall into your hands?"
Qingwu's body was shaking violently.
The Great Avenue Furnace was actually formed by devouring the three supreme artifacts of the Dark Soul God Clan. Then, the Great Furnace is definitely more powerful than the Book of Wisdom.
For such a simple question, one plus one equals two, Qingwu could figure it out with his toenails.
Moreover, Qingwu only has three decomposed pages of the Book of Wisdom, not the entire Book of Wisdom. The power that the three pages of the Book of Wisdom can exert is only equivalent to... one ten thousandth of the entire Book of Wisdom
Then, we are faced with the vicious spells and cruel witchcraft of the Witch Clan...especially the vicious spells and cruel witchcraft inspired by the Tiandao Furnace as the core and this vicious altar as the amplifier...
"I think we can have a good talk." Qingwu rubbed his palms vigorously: "Dear His Majesty King Wu, we should have a good talk... For us, the wise protoss, killing is the most boring and shameful thing. Things... We can resolve all conflicts and causes and effects in the world through calm negotiation, right?"
"War is only a last resort..."
"What we, the intelligent protoss, despise most is war."
"We should sit down, have a cup of good tea, enjoy singing and dancing music, communicate in an equal and harmonious manner, and then make a decision that is beneficial to both of us, right?"
Wu Tie just snorted coldly, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Your true self may not think so. Therefore, I'd better let your true self learn the lesson before talking about anything else."