Before Lin Yingfei could finish being shocked, Lu Wenwu picked him up with one hand and stepped into the space channel.
When they walked out from the other side and arrived at the top of the city, those who could not help but look up at the sky because of the unusual movement all knew what it meant to fall three thousand feet straight down.
Lin Yingfei vomited miserably. He was unconscious due to the drastic change of space. His soul, which was not very strong to begin with, weakened directly. His face was so pale that he looked like he was dying.
When it comes to space transfer, temporary space channels are mostly rough.
During the movement process, it is inevitable to be eroded and interfered by the force of space.
It felt like being forced to attend a hundred advanced mathematics classes at the same time, and having tens of thousands of advanced mathematics papers stuffed into my brain at the same time, and being forced to do the exercises.
Just a warrior from this world.
Lu Wenwu felt a little helpless about this.
It's shameful to say that this guy is a martial artist. He is not worthy of being a martial artist.
The willpower and body are so weak!
Without paying any attention to Wu Zun who flew up to check the situation, Lu Wenwu identified the direction and tore open another short space channel.
This time it didn't require as much effort as before, it was as simple as tearing a tear in the canvas.
Before the warriors stationed in the city below could make any substantive response, the figures of Lu Wenwu and others had already disappeared above the city.
If it weren't for the paper-like wrinkles that appeared in the sky that was slowly closing and repairing, the warriors would probably have thought they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
In this world, there are no warriors who can flexibly control the power of space.
Perhaps powerful Martial Saints and Martial Gods can rely on their own strength to tear apart space and penetrate space barriers.
But they cannot systematically build a pathway to save travel time.
There is only one result of forcibly entering the space rift - death!
They were torn to death by the violent turbulence of space, or trapped in the space layer, and finally squeezed to death by the force generated by the natural movement of space.
Lu Wenwu tore the space apart in the direction indicated by Lin Yingfei.
Finally, after moving for the eleventh time, he finally arrived at the Sun and Moon Imperial City that Lin Yingfei mentioned.
The towering city stands above the ground, and the city walls tens of meters high rise from the ground, like a wall of sighs in the natural moat.
It seems similar to the architectural style of ancient Chinese cities, but in fact it is very different.
The towering city wall, like a skyscraper, glowed with a black metallic luster, and dark red blood shadows emitted a hazy glow from the wall.
Standing above the City of Sun and Moon and looking down, the entire city looks like a huge black tortoise crawling on the ground, stretching for hundreds of miles, giving the feeling of being in harmony with the earth.
It's like a mountain range.
Lu Wenwu looked down and had a panoramic view of the entire Sun and Moon City.
Invisible shields rose into the sky from various nodes of the city wall, converging into an inverted bowl-shaped protective shield in the sky, faintly connected to the earth veins.
"What a huge formation! It is simply a miracle in the history of civilization development. This is definitely a black technology that does not match the level of civilization development."
Looking at the powerful protective force that ordinary warriors could hardly perceive, Lu Wenwu couldn't help but praise it.
But the next moment, his smile suddenly disappeared, and shocking anger burst out of his eyes.
This city shield that is ahead of its time is driven by the energy of - people!
One by one, the skinny warriors whose energy and blood were drained had their shackles removed and their bloody tubes pulled out. They were sent into a huge millstone like firewood, and their flesh and bones were ground into bloody powder.
These powders also contained a large amount of qi and blood that had not yet been extracted. The servants mixed them with a large amount of livestock's blood and stirred them into mud, which was then smeared on the formation on the city wall over and over again.
The aura emanating from the city wall that seemed to be made of steel became increasingly stable and heavy, with a faint sense of strengthening.
All of this was clearly visible in Lu Wenwu's powerful spiritual consciousness.
Perhaps Lu Wenwu's moral level is not high, and the number of lives lost at his hands is already an extremely terrifying number.
But when he saw this scene, he still felt intense anger.
In the battle, killing is just killing, it's just a matter of life and death.
But what are you doing!
This is using human lives as firewood, as consumables, and as energy to support a large formation powered by human lives!
Even the most violent and vicious demon cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation would not do such an extravagant thing!
"Hey! That damn guy who suddenly appeared, where did he come from, this country warrior, doesn't he know that flying is not allowed above the Sun and Moon Imperial City? Hurry up and roll down, surrender, and report your name and explain your origins!"
A burly man in heavy armor flew out of the city, holding a war hammer and flying towards Lu Wenwu's location. There was an extremely impatient expression on his face, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"That kid, I'm talking to you! Are you deaf? Or do you want to taste the power of this Spiritual Weapon Clone War Hammer in Grandpa's hand?"
Lu Wenwu took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.
He ignored Wu Zun who was flying up and trying to warn and negotiate, but instead sent out a spiritual sense to wake up the dazed Lin Yingfei.
"Brother Wuwu?" Lin Yingfei was still confused. "Where are we?"
"Sun Moon City, the capital of the Sun Moon Empire." Lu Wenwu said expressionlessly, "What is that formation on the city wall below?"
Lin Yingfei shook his head, squinted his eyes and looked at it, then replied, "Ah? Oh, you mean the Yin Yang Array on the Sun Moon City wall? It's said that it was inspired by the Sun Moon Sword. It has extremely strong defense and is said to be able to draw on the power of the sun and the moon. If it's fully driven, even a peak martial saint holding a holy weapon can withstand a few hits."
"But although that thing is powerful, it is too expensive to operate. My nephew said that in order to keep the formation running, at least 10,000 mortals with abundant blood and energy must be sacrificed every day. If it is a warrior with strong cultivation, one person can replace many people."
Ten thousand people a day, three million six hundred thousand a year, thirty six million in ten years!
What an astonishing number!
During the prosperous Tang Dynasty in ancient China, during the Tianbao period under the rule of Emperor Xuanzong, the total population of the country was less than 60 million.
If placed here, it would not even be enough for a city's formation to sacrifice for twenty years.
"Why do we have to drain their blood directly? Where do these sacrificed people and warriors come from?" Lu Wenwu asked again, "If a few Martial Lords and Martial Saints take turns to nourish their blood, this formation will not kill people."
"Fifth brother, what you said is very strange. If we don't drain their Qi and blood, do we have to keep them fed? It costs food to feed these people. If we want to restore their Qi and blood, we can't just use porridge and rice bran to fool them. They are just slaves collected in the war. If they are gone, we can just plunder them again. Why waste our energy?"
Lin Yingfei felt a little strange about this and looked puzzled.
"Moreover, using Martial Honored Ones and Martial Saints is too extravagant. No country can afford it, not even the Sun Moon Empire can. If they consume their Qi and blood day and night, how can Martial Honored Ones and Martial Saints have the chance to continue practicing and break through? No warrior would agree to this."
"But they are all ordinary people's lives. How can they compare to the martial arts masters and martial arts saints who can live forever and move mountains and fill the sea? The lives of millions of ordinary people are not worth a martial arts master."
"If you are worried that the excessive population consumption will lead to the loss of talent and make it difficult to continue, then there is no need to worry. Those mortals are like straw. Once one dies, another will come soon. We can harvest them continuously."
"Isn't it great to plunder mortals and warriors from other countries and use them as slaves to cultivate formations and sacrifice divine weapons? This is a good way to weaken other countries and strengthen our own foundation!"
"Even those countries that don't have formations that need to be nurtured get their qi and blood and flesh for sacrificing magic weapons basically from this. Aside from the foolish emperor of the country we met before, few are stupid enough to ruin their own people to feed magic weapons and formations."
Lu Wenwu took a deep breath again: “You mean, this is a common phenomenon?”
"Uh, yeah, doesn't everyone do that? Has it been like this for thousands of years?"
Lin Yingfei was a little confused. He felt that Lu Wenwu, the legendary "goddess", seemed a little ignorant. How could he not even understand such common sense things?
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"But if you want to be the ruler of a country, you don't have to worry about not having population resources. Not many countries have this kind of formation. Only the capitals of the twelve hegemonic countries have this kind of gold-eating beast. If you don't encounter an attack, you can just keep the basic operations going."
"If it is just to meet the daily devouring needs of the divine weapons, there is no need to hold special ceremonies in most cases. It is enough to launch a war of a million people every three to five years to attack the surrounding small countries. Only if you want to advance and strengthen the divine weapons do you need to capture slaves and hold ceremonies."
Lu Wenwu listened to Lin Yingfei's explanation expressionlessly, and his eyes became even colder.
As a person with low moral bottom line.
He rarely gets angry about bloody killings.
After all, he himself is not a positive character. Killing is commonplace for him. The amount of karma in his body is so great that even the Ten Kings of Hell are shocked.
Even when he was in the world of immortal cultivation, the actions of those demon cultivators did not make him angry. He just lamented that these demon cultivators were quite progressive and knew not to kill the goose that lay the golden eggs.
Although the demon cultivators also kill people to practice martial arts, at least they know about sustainable development and how to make the population show positive growth.
You have to train two to kill one. Although it is still bloody, civilization is at least moving forward.
The bloody development is still developing.
But what are the people of Shenbing Continent doing?
They are treating human lives as leeks!
And get used to this kind of thing!
Even though the world of the Divine Weapon Continent is countless miles wide, there are countless mortals living and reproducing in thousands of countries, large and small.
If this slaughter continues day and night, the whole world will be destroyed one day.
In the end, there will only be one person and one magic weapon left.
That's all.
This sick world is such a blasphemy to martial arts!
If you behave like this, you are unworthy of being a warrior!
At this moment, the Martial Master who had flown up earlier had already reached the same level as Lu Wenwu, with powerful blood and energy bursting out of his body without reservation, enough to be that of a Martial Master in the late stage.
A huge war hammer pointed in the distance, and the burly warrior's face was murderous: "That guy, I'm asking you a question! Are you fucking deaf? I'll give you one more chance, I'll count to tens, get out of here!"
"ten"
"So it's because of the common phenomenon of the appearance of magic weapons. Then I really must destroy all those magic weapons this time!"
Still ignoring the Wu Zun who was shouting, Lu Wenwu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer.
He glanced at the confused Lin Yingfei and threw him into the Dragon Mansion.
"Xiaobao, help me look after him."
Xiao Bao looked strange: "I thought you would just crush his head."
Lu Wenwu shook his head slightly: "It's meaningless. It's just the disaster brought by the magic weapons. He grew up in this environment. It's not the fault of any one person, but the fault of those magic weapons. Besides, I still need a guide who knows enough about the Divine Weapon Continent."
"That's really not something you would say." Xiao Bao swung his tail and disappeared in a flash.
Maomao had consciously transformed into flame patterns, appearing on the back muscles that contained explosive power.
"Isn't it like me? I just don't want to bring more deaths to this suffering world." Lu Wenwu sneered at himself, "I always feel that after the power of merit has increased, my moral level has also become higher. I actually began to feel distressed about this kind of thing. Or should I say that I have learned empathy?"
"I say, do you really dare to pretend to be deaf and dumb?"
The burly general felt very humiliated after being ignored twice in a row. He started to become angry and flew straight towards Lu Wenwu.
The war hammer in his hand was raised high, and a layer of dazzling blood light burst out.
"If I don't smash you into pulp today and feed you to the imperial city's defense formation, you country bumpkin warriors from the marginal areas really take yourselves seriously!"
"Come and die!"
The hammer head inlaid with countless sharp spikes made a piercing whistling sound in the air, and the terrifying force tore the wind apart.
The smile on Lu Wenwu's face became more and more intense, and a shocking pressure burst out from his golden vertical pupils.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two sounds rang out at almost the same time.
The war hammer that was powerful enough to kill an ordinary martial arts master instantly smashed into Lu Wenwu's forehead with all its might, but it exploded into pieces along with his horrified owner.
With just one look, a late-stage Martial Lord who was strong enough to suppress a medium-sized country single-handedly exploded and died, along with his spiritual weapon clone, shattered without any chance of fighting back.
When they walked out from the other side and arrived at the top of the city, those who could not help but look up at the sky because of the unusual movement all knew what it meant to fall three thousand feet straight down.
Lin Yingfei vomited miserably. He was unconscious due to the drastic change of space. His soul, which was not very strong to begin with, weakened directly. His face was so pale that he looked like he was dying.
When it comes to space transfer, temporary space channels are mostly rough.
During the movement process, it is inevitable to be eroded and interfered by the force of space.
It felt like being forced to attend a hundred advanced mathematics classes at the same time, and having tens of thousands of advanced mathematics papers stuffed into my brain at the same time, and being forced to do the exercises.
Just a warrior from this world.
Lu Wenwu felt a little helpless about this.
It's shameful to say that this guy is a martial artist. He is not worthy of being a martial artist.
The willpower and body are so weak!
Without paying any attention to Wu Zun who flew up to check the situation, Lu Wenwu identified the direction and tore open another short space channel.
This time it didn't require as much effort as before, it was as simple as tearing a tear in the canvas.
Before the warriors stationed in the city below could make any substantive response, the figures of Lu Wenwu and others had already disappeared above the city.
If it weren't for the paper-like wrinkles that appeared in the sky that was slowly closing and repairing, the warriors would probably have thought they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
In this world, there are no warriors who can flexibly control the power of space.
Perhaps powerful Martial Saints and Martial Gods can rely on their own strength to tear apart space and penetrate space barriers.
But they cannot systematically build a pathway to save travel time.
There is only one result of forcibly entering the space rift - death!
They were torn to death by the violent turbulence of space, or trapped in the space layer, and finally squeezed to death by the force generated by the natural movement of space.
Lu Wenwu tore the space apart in the direction indicated by Lin Yingfei.
Finally, after moving for the eleventh time, he finally arrived at the Sun and Moon Imperial City that Lin Yingfei mentioned.
The towering city stands above the ground, and the city walls tens of meters high rise from the ground, like a wall of sighs in the natural moat.
It seems similar to the architectural style of ancient Chinese cities, but in fact it is very different.
The towering city wall, like a skyscraper, glowed with a black metallic luster, and dark red blood shadows emitted a hazy glow from the wall.
Standing above the City of Sun and Moon and looking down, the entire city looks like a huge black tortoise crawling on the ground, stretching for hundreds of miles, giving the feeling of being in harmony with the earth.
It's like a mountain range.
Lu Wenwu looked down and had a panoramic view of the entire Sun and Moon City.
Invisible shields rose into the sky from various nodes of the city wall, converging into an inverted bowl-shaped protective shield in the sky, faintly connected to the earth veins.
"What a huge formation! It is simply a miracle in the history of civilization development. This is definitely a black technology that does not match the level of civilization development."
Looking at the powerful protective force that ordinary warriors could hardly perceive, Lu Wenwu couldn't help but praise it.
But the next moment, his smile suddenly disappeared, and shocking anger burst out of his eyes.
This city shield that is ahead of its time is driven by the energy of - people!
One by one, the skinny warriors whose energy and blood were drained had their shackles removed and their bloody tubes pulled out. They were sent into a huge millstone like firewood, and their flesh and bones were ground into bloody powder.
These powders also contained a large amount of qi and blood that had not yet been extracted. The servants mixed them with a large amount of livestock's blood and stirred them into mud, which was then smeared on the formation on the city wall over and over again.
The aura emanating from the city wall that seemed to be made of steel became increasingly stable and heavy, with a faint sense of strengthening.
All of this was clearly visible in Lu Wenwu's powerful spiritual consciousness.
Perhaps Lu Wenwu's moral level is not high, and the number of lives lost at his hands is already an extremely terrifying number.
But when he saw this scene, he still felt intense anger.
In the battle, killing is just killing, it's just a matter of life and death.
But what are you doing!
This is using human lives as firewood, as consumables, and as energy to support a large formation powered by human lives!
Even the most violent and vicious demon cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation would not do such an extravagant thing!
"Hey! That damn guy who suddenly appeared, where did he come from, this country warrior, doesn't he know that flying is not allowed above the Sun and Moon Imperial City? Hurry up and roll down, surrender, and report your name and explain your origins!"
A burly man in heavy armor flew out of the city, holding a war hammer and flying towards Lu Wenwu's location. There was an extremely impatient expression on his face, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"That kid, I'm talking to you! Are you deaf? Or do you want to taste the power of this Spiritual Weapon Clone War Hammer in Grandpa's hand?"
Lu Wenwu took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.
He ignored Wu Zun who was flying up and trying to warn and negotiate, but instead sent out a spiritual sense to wake up the dazed Lin Yingfei.
"Brother Wuwu?" Lin Yingfei was still confused. "Where are we?"
"Sun Moon City, the capital of the Sun Moon Empire." Lu Wenwu said expressionlessly, "What is that formation on the city wall below?"
Lin Yingfei shook his head, squinted his eyes and looked at it, then replied, "Ah? Oh, you mean the Yin Yang Array on the Sun Moon City wall? It's said that it was inspired by the Sun Moon Sword. It has extremely strong defense and is said to be able to draw on the power of the sun and the moon. If it's fully driven, even a peak martial saint holding a holy weapon can withstand a few hits."
"But although that thing is powerful, it is too expensive to operate. My nephew said that in order to keep the formation running, at least 10,000 mortals with abundant blood and energy must be sacrificed every day. If it is a warrior with strong cultivation, one person can replace many people."
Ten thousand people a day, three million six hundred thousand a year, thirty six million in ten years!
What an astonishing number!
During the prosperous Tang Dynasty in ancient China, during the Tianbao period under the rule of Emperor Xuanzong, the total population of the country was less than 60 million.
If placed here, it would not even be enough for a city's formation to sacrifice for twenty years.
"Why do we have to drain their blood directly? Where do these sacrificed people and warriors come from?" Lu Wenwu asked again, "If a few Martial Lords and Martial Saints take turns to nourish their blood, this formation will not kill people."
"Fifth brother, what you said is very strange. If we don't drain their Qi and blood, do we have to keep them fed? It costs food to feed these people. If we want to restore their Qi and blood, we can't just use porridge and rice bran to fool them. They are just slaves collected in the war. If they are gone, we can just plunder them again. Why waste our energy?"
Lin Yingfei felt a little strange about this and looked puzzled.
"Moreover, using Martial Honored Ones and Martial Saints is too extravagant. No country can afford it, not even the Sun Moon Empire can. If they consume their Qi and blood day and night, how can Martial Honored Ones and Martial Saints have the chance to continue practicing and break through? No warrior would agree to this."
"But they are all ordinary people's lives. How can they compare to the martial arts masters and martial arts saints who can live forever and move mountains and fill the sea? The lives of millions of ordinary people are not worth a martial arts master."
"If you are worried that the excessive population consumption will lead to the loss of talent and make it difficult to continue, then there is no need to worry. Those mortals are like straw. Once one dies, another will come soon. We can harvest them continuously."
"Isn't it great to plunder mortals and warriors from other countries and use them as slaves to cultivate formations and sacrifice divine weapons? This is a good way to weaken other countries and strengthen our own foundation!"
"Even those countries that don't have formations that need to be nurtured get their qi and blood and flesh for sacrificing magic weapons basically from this. Aside from the foolish emperor of the country we met before, few are stupid enough to ruin their own people to feed magic weapons and formations."
Lu Wenwu took a deep breath again: “You mean, this is a common phenomenon?”
"Uh, yeah, doesn't everyone do that? Has it been like this for thousands of years?"
Lin Yingfei was a little confused. He felt that Lu Wenwu, the legendary "goddess", seemed a little ignorant. How could he not even understand such common sense things?
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"But if you want to be the ruler of a country, you don't have to worry about not having population resources. Not many countries have this kind of formation. Only the capitals of the twelve hegemonic countries have this kind of gold-eating beast. If you don't encounter an attack, you can just keep the basic operations going."
"If it is just to meet the daily devouring needs of the divine weapons, there is no need to hold special ceremonies in most cases. It is enough to launch a war of a million people every three to five years to attack the surrounding small countries. Only if you want to advance and strengthen the divine weapons do you need to capture slaves and hold ceremonies."
Lu Wenwu listened to Lin Yingfei's explanation expressionlessly, and his eyes became even colder.
As a person with low moral bottom line.
He rarely gets angry about bloody killings.
After all, he himself is not a positive character. Killing is commonplace for him. The amount of karma in his body is so great that even the Ten Kings of Hell are shocked.
Even when he was in the world of immortal cultivation, the actions of those demon cultivators did not make him angry. He just lamented that these demon cultivators were quite progressive and knew not to kill the goose that lay the golden eggs.
Although the demon cultivators also kill people to practice martial arts, at least they know about sustainable development and how to make the population show positive growth.
You have to train two to kill one. Although it is still bloody, civilization is at least moving forward.
The bloody development is still developing.
But what are the people of Shenbing Continent doing?
They are treating human lives as leeks!
And get used to this kind of thing!
Even though the world of the Divine Weapon Continent is countless miles wide, there are countless mortals living and reproducing in thousands of countries, large and small.
If this slaughter continues day and night, the whole world will be destroyed one day.
In the end, there will only be one person and one magic weapon left.
That's all.
This sick world is such a blasphemy to martial arts!
If you behave like this, you are unworthy of being a warrior!
At this moment, the Martial Master who had flown up earlier had already reached the same level as Lu Wenwu, with powerful blood and energy bursting out of his body without reservation, enough to be that of a Martial Master in the late stage.
A huge war hammer pointed in the distance, and the burly warrior's face was murderous: "That guy, I'm asking you a question! Are you fucking deaf? I'll give you one more chance, I'll count to tens, get out of here!"
"ten"
"So it's because of the common phenomenon of the appearance of magic weapons. Then I really must destroy all those magic weapons this time!"
Still ignoring the Wu Zun who was shouting, Lu Wenwu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer.
He glanced at the confused Lin Yingfei and threw him into the Dragon Mansion.
"Xiaobao, help me look after him."
Xiao Bao looked strange: "I thought you would just crush his head."
Lu Wenwu shook his head slightly: "It's meaningless. It's just the disaster brought by the magic weapons. He grew up in this environment. It's not the fault of any one person, but the fault of those magic weapons. Besides, I still need a guide who knows enough about the Divine Weapon Continent."
"That's really not something you would say." Xiao Bao swung his tail and disappeared in a flash.
Maomao had consciously transformed into flame patterns, appearing on the back muscles that contained explosive power.
"Isn't it like me? I just don't want to bring more deaths to this suffering world." Lu Wenwu sneered at himself, "I always feel that after the power of merit has increased, my moral level has also become higher. I actually began to feel distressed about this kind of thing. Or should I say that I have learned empathy?"
"I say, do you really dare to pretend to be deaf and dumb?"
The burly general felt very humiliated after being ignored twice in a row. He started to become angry and flew straight towards Lu Wenwu.
The war hammer in his hand was raised high, and a layer of dazzling blood light burst out.
"If I don't smash you into pulp today and feed you to the imperial city's defense formation, you country bumpkin warriors from the marginal areas really take yourselves seriously!"
"Come and die!"
The hammer head inlaid with countless sharp spikes made a piercing whistling sound in the air, and the terrifying force tore the wind apart.
The smile on Lu Wenwu's face became more and more intense, and a shocking pressure burst out from his golden vertical pupils.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two sounds rang out at almost the same time.
The war hammer that was powerful enough to kill an ordinary martial arts master instantly smashed into Lu Wenwu's forehead with all its might, but it exploded into pieces along with his horrified owner.
With just one look, a late-stage Martial Lord who was strong enough to suppress a medium-sized country single-handedly exploded and died, along with his spiritual weapon clone, shattered without any chance of fighting back.
