Chapter 1791： the truth of death

Chapter 1791 The Truth of Death

Compared with the undead, the old man's words are more convincing.

However, Zhang Lu still had some doubts in his heart.

"Since you say that the Necromancer is the incarnation of destruction and death, what is the purpose of it building the Apocalypse Altar? How does it master the Apocalypse Altar?" Zhang Lu's biggest confusion is how the Necromancer masters the Apocalypse Altar. The incarnation of death has mastered the method of apocalypse that can only be mastered by the lord of the fog and his clone, which is against common sense.

He stared at the old man, wanting to see how the old man would answer.

The old man said slowly: "The purpose of the undead building the altar of apocalypse is to strengthen itself, that's all."

"Strengthen itself?" Zhang Lu was startled, "Can the Apocalypse Altar enhance its strength?"

The old man nodded: "In fact, it is not the real method of apocalypse, but a method that is opposite to the method of apocalypse. It is the method of destruction and death, and it is its innate ability. The method of apocalypse. , is to open up Hunmeng, and what it uses, I call it the method of Heaven's Destruction, is to destroy Hunmeng, the two are opposite existences in themselves, and because they are completely opposite, the appearance looks somewhat similar."

After a pause, the old man continued: "It obliterates those low-star muddy masters in order to eliminate the vitality of muddy fog, it controls those nine-star muddy masters, and makes those puppet sacrifices to create the mysterious, in order to let the spirit of the dead tomb. It is more targeted, and it is easier to fight against good fortune and muddy fog. Therefore, the more sacrifices those puppets take, and the longer the time, the greater the threat to the muddy masters from the aura of the dead tomb.”

Hearing what Old Li said, Zhang Lu really felt that it was a bit like that.

"The real name of the Tomb of Heaven should be the Altar of Destruction of Heaven. On the contrary, the genius of Hunmeng is the Altar of Apocalypse." The old man concluded: "And the Altar of Destruction of Heaven, the object of sacrifice is the undead itself, destruction and death."

This statement is logically plausible, at least Zhang Lu has not found any loopholes yet.

Zhang Lu was more willing to believe Old Zhuang’s remarks than those of the Necromancer. Although he was not sure what Old Zhuang said was the truth, it should be closer to the truth of the matter.

"Is your original name really called Li Wusheng?" Zhang Lu suddenly turned to another question, "I heard that you went to the Heavenly Tomb and inflicted heavy damage on the undead, is this true? ?"

Hearing this, the old man shook his head: "I have indeed been to the celestial tomb, and I have indeed done some things in the celestial tomb, but it is not true to inflict heavy damage on the undead... You know, the undead is destruction and death. Concretization is not a real life, no matter how strong I am, how can I hurt the illusory existence of destruction and death?"

Zhang Lu was a little confused: "What the **** is going on?"

"I just destroyed the altar of heaven." Old Zhe sighed and said: "The undead does not have the actual attack ability, its power comes from destruction and death, it is a very abstract, illusory power , just like an invisible destiny, and the only way it can affect others is to manipulate the Qi of the dead tomb, but the Qi of the dead tomb can only infect and manipulate the muddy, but cannot directly kill the muddy. So, it wants to kill the muddler, and the only way is to control the muddler and let them kill each other."

Hearing this, Zhang Lu couldn't help but nod his head. In his impression, the fallen muddy masters in the Heavenly Tomb really seemed to have died in the hands of those puppets. At least, Zhang Lu has not seen the undead kill himself. Who to die.

"The qi of the dead tomb is very strong, especially after countless periods of growth, it is getting stronger and stronger. In this fog, few can resist the invasion of the qi of the dead tomb, but I am different, I am a muddy fog. The power of the Lord's clone has reached the limitless realm of creation, and the energy of the dead tomb can't affect me at all." There was strong confidence in the old man's eyes, "So, I entered the tomb of the sky and destroyed the core altar of the altar of heaven. Even if the undead controls many Myriad Realm puppets to besiege me, it cannot threaten me. You should have seen many traces of battles in the Heavenly Tomb, right? That's what I caused when I fought those Myriad Realm puppets back then."

Zhang Lu was speechless.

Until now, he was very impressed by those battle marks.

"Actually, this is not the first time that I have destroyed the altar of heaven. Every once in a while, I will go to the tomb of the sky to destroy the altar of heaven. I can't count how many times I have been there." The old man said: "Although this has no substantial damage to the undead, it can delay the time for the undead to strengthen, slow down the pace of Hunmeng's destruction, and gain precious growth time for Hunmengtian."

He can't move the undead, so he can only destroy the altar of heaven.

But only he has the courage to do so.

Another person may have become a puppet before destroying the altar.

It is estimated that the necromancer also hates the old man, and destroys its plan over and over again, disrupting its rhythm and pace, but it has nothing to do with the old man, because the spirit of the dead tomb has no effect on the old man, as for those The puppet, even if they all go together, is not the opponent of the old man, so it can only watch the old man destroy the altar of heaven, and there is nothing to do.

"To be honest, if it wasn't for me destroying the Altar of Destruction and delaying the time, it is estimated that Hunmeng would have already been destroyed." The old man said calmly.

Hunmeng has been able to sustain until now, and his credit cannot be denied.

"As for my name... the Necromancer didn't lie, my name is indeed Zhuang Wusheng." Zou Wusheng revealed his name for the first time, "It's just that I'm not some traitor Zhou Wusheng, but a confused one. The avatar of the Lord...the corpse has no life."

"The last question." Zhang Lu stared at Zushi Wusheng, "How did the Lord of Hunmeng fall?"

Since Zong Wusheng is the clone of the Lord of Hunmeng, he will definitely know the reason for the fall of the Lord of Hunmeng.

"You may not believe it. The deity is actually... Being stung by a small thing like a bee, he was severely injured, and the injury continued to deteriorate. In the end, his consciousness was wiped out and he fell completely." Showing the color of fear, "That little thing is very terrifying, just sting the deity so lightly, and directly kills a master of the fog!"

Hearing this, Zhang Lu couldn't help taking a breath.

bee?

Just such a small thing that killed a lord of the fog?

This is simply the most absurd joke ever!

The fear that was almost overflowing in the eyes of Kokushi Wusheng didn't look like he was lying at all.

"What kind of bee can sting the Lord of Hunmeng to death?" Zhang Lu's scalp was a little numb, this ghost can sting the Lord of Hunmeng to death, wouldn't it be easier to sting the deity Zhang Yu?

Zuku Wusheng shook his head and said: "No one knows what that little thing is, it looks like a little bee, as if a mortal could crush it to death, but in fact, it is absolutely terrifying to the extreme. A peerless ominous creature that can easily sting a haunted lord to death. To be honest, I am more afraid of that 'bee' than the undead, no one knows what it is, where it came from, even the deity treats it I don't know anything, but it just appeared so suddenly and easily took the life of this deity."

Zhang Lu was a little confused, and he was deeply afraid of the "bee" who had never been masked.

The dignified and dignified master was stung to death by a "bee". Who would believe it if he said this?

Zhang Lu is more willing to believe that this is a lie made up by Zou Wusheng, because the truth is too bizarre, too absurd, and too scary.

"If my guess is right, your deity should be on the verge of entering the realm of a smuggled master, right?" Zou Wusheng said in a deep voice, "You guys better be careful, that 'bee' is mysterious and unpredictable, maybe when It appeared, it is best to take precautions as soon as possible, otherwise..."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Wusheng did not continue, but his meaning was very clear.

"Thank you for your reminder." Zhang Lu took a deep look at Zou Wusheng, "I didn't expect that there is such a strange danger outside of Hunmeng." He could fully imagine how embarrassed the Lord of Hunmeng was to die. , How unwilling is in my heart, of course, the premise is that Zhuang Wusheng did not lie.

Zone Wusheng nodded and asked, "Is there anything else you want to ask? As long as I know, I will know everything without end."

His attitude towards Zhang Lu, or Zhang Yu, was more inclined to win over, and he was very friendly from beginning to end.