Chapter 1791 The Truth of Death

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

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

"Since you said that the necromancer is the incarnation of destruction and death, what is the purpose of its construction of the Apocalypse Altar? How did it master the Apocalypse Altar?" Zhang Lu's biggest confusion was how the Necromancercercer mastered the Apocalypse Altar. An incarnation of destruction and death, but mastered the apocalypse method that only the Lord of Hunmeng and his clone could master is, which is contrary to common sense.

He looked at Mr. Shi, wanting to see how Mr. Shi would answer.

Old Master Shi slowly said: "The purpose of the Necromancer building the Altar of Apocalypse is to strengthen itself, that's all."

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

Old Master Shi nodded: "In fact, what it used was not the real Apocalypse method, but a means of opposite to the Apocalypse method, which is the means of destruction and death, and its innate ability. The Apocalypse method is to open up the mud, and what it used, I call the method of heavenly destruction, is to destroy the mud. The two themselves are opposite beings, and because of their complete opposition, they appear somewhat similar in appearance."

After a pause, the old man continued: "It wiped out those low-star masters to eliminate Hunmeng's vitality. It controlled those nine-star masters and let the puppets sacrifice the mystery of the creation, so that the Dead Tomb energy is more targeted, and it is easier to fight against the creation and against Hunmeng. Therefore, the more those puppets sacrifice, the longer the time, the greater the threat to the Dead Tomb energy."

After hearing what Mr. Shi said, Zhang Lu really felt that it seemed a bit like that.

"The real name of the tomb of heaven should be the altar of heaven and destruction. On the contrary, the genius of Hunmeng is the altar of heaven and revelation." Mr. Si concluded: "And the altar of heaven and destruction, the object of sacrifice is the dead themselves, destruction and death."

This statement is logically reasonable, at least Zhang Lu can't find any loopholes at the moment.

Compared to the undead's rhetoric, Zhang Lu was more willing to believe Mr. Shi's rhetoric. Although he was not sure that Mr. Shi was telling the truth, he should be closer to the truth of the matter.

"Is your original name really called Shi Wusheng?" Zhang Lu suddenly turned to another question, "I heard that you had been to Tian Tomb before Million Hunji and severely injured the undead. Is this true?"

Hearing this, Old Master Shi shook his head: "I have indeed been to the Heavenly Tomb, and I have indeed done some things in the Heavenly Tomb, but it is not true that he severely injured the Necromancer... You must know that the Necromancercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercer

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

"I just destroyed the altar of the Heavenly Destruction." Old Master Sighed and said, "The Dead does not have actual attack ability. Its power comes from destruction and death. It is a very abstract and illusory power, just like an invisible fate in the dark. The only way it can influence others is to control the Dead Tomb Qi. However, the Dead Tomb Qi can only be infected. The Dead Tomb Qi can control the Dead Tomb Qi, but it cannot directly kill the Dead Tomb Qi. Therefore, if it wants to kill the Dead Tomb Qi, the only way is to control the Dead Tomb Qi and let them kill each other."

Hearing this, Zhang Lu couldn't help but nodded. He remembered that the fallen lords in the tomb of Heaven seemed to be dead at the hands of those puppets. At least, Zhang Lu had never seen the dead spirit kill anyone himself.

"The Dead Tomb is very strong, especially after countless Hun Ji's growth, it is getting stronger and stronger. In this Hun Meng, few of them can block the invasion of the Dead Tomb's aura, but I am different. I am the clone of the Lord of Hun Meng, and my strength has reached the realm of infinite creation. The Dead Tomb's aura cannot affect me at all." Old Master Si had strong confidence in his eyes, "So, I entered the Heaven Tomb and destroyed the core altar of the Heaven Tomb Altar. Even if the undead controls many puppets of ten thousand realms to siege me, I cannot threaten me. You should have seen many traces of battle in the Heaven Tomb? That was what I caused when I fought with those puppets of ten thousand realms."

Zhang Lu was secretly shocked.

Until now, he has been deeply impressed by the traces of fighting.

"In fact, this is not the first time I have destroyed the Tianmiao altar. Every once in a while, I will go to the Tianmiao altar to destroy the Tianmiao altar. I can't count how many times I have been there." Old Master Said: "Although this does not have 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 valuable growth time for Hunmeng Tian."

He could not move the dead spirit, so he could only destroy the altar of the Heavenly Destruction.

But only he has the courage to do so.

Another person may have become a puppet before he destroyed the altar.

It is estimated that the Dead Spirit hated Mr. Sharp and destroyed his plans repeatedly and disrupted his rhythm and pace. But it was impossible for him to deal with Mr. Sharp because the energy of the Dead Tomb had no effect on Mr. Sharp. As for those puppets, even if they were all on together, they were not opponents of Mr. Sharp, so it could only watch Mr. Sharp destroy the altar of Heaven and Destroy, and had no choice but to do anything.

"To be honest, if I hadn't destroyed the Altar of Heaven and Destroyed Time and probably Hun Meng would have been destroyed long ago." Old Master Sa said calmly.

Hun Meng can support him until now, but his contributions cannot be erased.

"As for my name... the undead didn't lie. My name is indeed Si Wusheng." Si Wusheng revealed his name for the first time, "but I am not a traitor Si Wusheng, but the clone of the Lord of Hunmeng... Si Wusheng."

"The last question." Zhang Lu looked at Shi Wusheng, "How did the Lord Hunmeng fall?"

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

"You may not believe it. I was actually... I was stung by a little thing that had been like a bee, and I was severely injured. The injury continued to worsen. Finally, my consciousness was destroyed and I completely fell." The eyes of fear appeared for the first time in Si Wusheng's eyes. "That little thing was very terrifying. I stung my deity so gently that I directly killed a master of the monarch!"

Hearing this, Zhang Lu couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

bee?

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

This is simply the most absurd joke in the mud!

But the fear that was almost overflowing in Si Wusheng's eyes did not seem to be lying at all.

"What kind of bee can hibernate the Lord of Hunmeng?" Zhang Lu's scalp was numb. Wouldn't this ghost thing be able to hibernate the Lord of Hunmeng more easily?

Si Wusheng shook his head and said, "No one knows what that little thing is. His appearance looks no different from a little bee. It seems that a mortal can kill him at will. But in fact, it is definitely an extremely terrifying peerless beast that can easily sting a lord of sting. To be honest, I am more afraid of the 'bee' than the undead. No one knows what it is. Where it comes from. Even the deity knows nothing about it, but it suddenly appears and easily takes away his life."

Zhang Lu was a little confused and felt deeply afraid of the "bee" that had never been masked.

The dignified Lord Hunmeng died of a "bee". Who would believe this when he said it?

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

"If I guess correctly, you should soon enter the realm of Master Hunmeng?" Si Wusheng said in a deep voice: "You'd better be careful, that 'bee' is mysterious and may appear at any time. It's better to be prepared as soon as possible, otherwise..."

Speaking of this, Si Wusheng didn't continue, but his meaning was expressed very clearly.

"Thank you for your reminder." Zhang Lu looked at Shi Wusheng deeply, "I didn't expect that there was such a strange danger besides Hunmeng." He could completely imagine how frustrated the Lord Hunmeng died and how unwilling he felt in his heart. Of course, the premise was that Shi Wusheng did not lie.

Shi Wusheng nodded and asked, "Is there anything else I want to ask? As long as I know, I will tell you everything."
Chapter completed!