Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

"Whoa?"

Although Lan Shan was a little confused, she didn't ask any more questions and decisively entered the blessed land of Lingtian Mountain.

The scarlet abyss transformation was lifted, and Lu Wenwu in demon form appeared in the cemetery.

The ferocious dragon wings behind him flapped slightly, bringing up a large cloud of green demonic fire.

At this moment, a small octopus tentacle like glass hanging under Lu Wenwu's neck was shining, sending him a special signal.

This was mailed to him by the conjurer Dabao after the last copy ended.

It is said to be an amulet that can detect the power of spells. Thanks to Lu Wenwu for leading him to win this game.

It’s not just this little octopus tentacle.

The cross token given to him by the old-fashioned dogmatic paladin Aiken was also heating up slightly at this time.

It felt the fluctuation of evil power that was contrary to the light, and was giving a frantic warning at this time.

Scanning the eyes of insight, Lu Wenwu solidified the void and spoke slowly: "Isn't it true that I have friends coming from afar? You seem to value me very much."

The sky is like the surface of a lake, rippling with lines like water waves.

Three figures emerged from the void, slowly reflecting their own figures.

The man on the left is of medium height, covered in a black wizard hooded robe, and has a beak-like mask on his face like a medieval doctor.

[Disaster Apostle Nimancha Singh (A-)]: 125 0000/125 0000

[Current Status]: Demon God’s Blessing, Demon God’s Curse, Body of Plague, Body of Disaster, Brewing Power, Gathering of Killing Intent, Fear

The man on the right is obviously a dwarf.

Apart from that, he looks completely different from everyone else, like he stepped out of a steampunk set.

Except for his right arm, which retains more than 50% of its flesh and blood, the other three limbs have been completely replaced by metal prostheses.

Even half of his head was modified by mechanical parts, and his eyes had electronic red pupils like the God of Infinite Mechanical Dragons.

[Magic Apostle Kuriyama Norio (A)]: 46 0000/46 0000

[Current Status]: Demon God's Blessing, Demon God's Curse, Damn Body, Spell Protection, Silent Casting, Gathering of Killing Intent, Caution

Finally, the inconspicuous guy in the middle looked like an ordinary zombie, looking like a sick young man who was about to die soon.

When he looked at Lu Wenwu, his eyes were full of strong resentment and hatred, and his strong murderous intention almost turned into reality.

[Puppet Apostle Rong Shiheng/Puppet Apostle Split Body (A-)]: 25 0000/? ? ?

[Current status]: Demon God's blessing, Demon God's curse, soul split, power extension, murderous intent gathering, anger, fear, fear

Split body?

Soul split?

Lu Wenwu looked at the puppet apostle in the middle, thoughtfully.

Is it both the essence and not the essence?

Maybe it was like Voldemort, who cut his soul into several parts.

But each soul of the puppet apostle can act in a state similar to a clone, and has the power that the original body should have.

This is where things get interesting.

Feeling Lu Wenwu's gaze, the puppet apostle in the center only felt the anger in his heart getting stronger and stronger.

But he forcibly suppressed it and said: "Tyrannosaurus, you call yourself the new apostle. Kill that naughty boy of War, kill that stupid woman of Life, and slaughter one tenth of my people. That's enough. Right? You have proven yourself to be powerful and qualified to be one of us."

"Becoming one of you?" Lu Wenwu asked calmly, "What are the benefits of that?"

The puppet apostle was obviously stunned, but he still explained patiently: "The territory of war and life belongs to you. You can be the emperor and do whatever you want. No one will interfere with you."

Lu Wenwu said doubtfully: "But don't I just do whatever I want now? What's the difference?"

Puppet Apostle: "."

Damn, I’m embarrassed.

Seeing that the atmosphere was awkward for a moment, the plague apostle added: "Isn't it great that you can enjoy the joy of ruling? You can make different rules for the people like me and watch them struggle to survive under your rules. , wouldn’t that be interesting?”

Lu Wenwu glanced at him with disdain, switched to another language and said disdainfully: "Boring, is your mediocre and barren life just about pursuing this outrageously simple and low-level taste? If that's all, I'm ashamed of you. It’s so embarrassing to be in this company.”

Disaster Apostle: "."

My FM is spiraling in place to fuck you!

How can this person's mouth be so irritating!

The magic apostle who had been silent before laughed loudly, and all the metal parts in his body kept making tiny "clicking" sounds of friction and collision.

The guy whose name looked like a little devil looked at the other two people with eyes full of schadenfreude.

He spoke stilted Chinese and said: "I knew that there would always be an apostle like me, with a grand blueprint and lofty goals."

"I hope that everyone can have powerful power, so I built my kingdom into a magical sanctuary, a legendary magician's paradise."

"As long as you offer sacrifices to the great God of Magic, you can gain the power to cast spells! I want to create a beautiful world where everyone is like a dragon! I"

"Sorry to interrupt." Lu Wenwu motioned to the other party to wait until he gets mad, "The sacrifice you are referring to is not his own body part, right?"

Previously in the dungeon of Eternal Dream, he had learned something about the conjurer from Dabao during the initial rush.

According to Dabao, there is a special school of magicians that only disabled people can practice, and they must be born with disabilities.

The more severe the disability, the stronger the spell-casting talent, and the more powerful the spells cast.

This kind of magician is also called the Tiancan type.

The innate disability resulted in stronger combat power, and he must have the talent for casting spells.

For the same spell, the spells they cast were at least 50%, or even twice as powerful as those of ordinary spellcasters.

It's not impossible to become this kind of magician one day after tomorrow.

But it takes special opportunity to do it.

Now Lu Wenwu suspected that the magic apostle practiced this Tiandian type of spell.

As expected, the magic apostle said proudly: "Of course! Those ordinary people without talent do not have gifts from God like me, so they can only become great magicians by working hard. The more parts that are sacrificed, the more important they are. , the feedback you can get will naturally be stronger.”

This is a stone hammer.

Lu Wenwu said: "The body, hair and skin, are given to parents and do not dare to be damaged. This is the beginning of filial piety. If it is a congenital disability, this is undoubtedly an extremely regrettable thing. I deeply sympathize with this."

"But if you engage in permanent self-mutilation in order to gain some kind of strength, then you are a bit crazy. It is recommended to check your mental state."

"I said, aren't there people like you who are neither humans nor ghosts?"

"Everyone is like a dragon?"

"Everyone is like a bug!"

"You! You fart!"

The magic apostle suddenly became furious, and his originally excited expression instantly solidified and turned into intense resentment.

"You are insulting me! Insulting the great God of Magic! I will fight you to the death!"

This time it was the turn of the Disaster Apostle and the Puppet Apostle to rejoice in their misfortune.

Seeing this arrogant little man deflated, they felt extremely comfortable.

"I'm so anxious, how can I break my defense with just one sentence, buddy?" Lu Wenwu's tone was extremely brisk, "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet."

As he spoke, he looked at the magic apostle's lower body, which had obviously been sacrificed and transformed.

A steel pant gleamed on his crotch.

Lu Wenwu shook his head regretfully and said with regret: "In pursuit of power, you even sacrificed your little brother who has been with you for many years."

"Now, not only are there neither humans nor ghosts, there are even no male or female ones. It's really hard for me to imagine the scene of hundreds of millions of eunuchs. It's really a bit sensational."

"You deserve to die!"

The magic apostle hates others making trouble about his little brother.

At this time, Lu Wenwu pointed it out without reservation, and he instantly entered a violent state, pulling out his spine and turning it into a bone staff.

The turbulent elements were gathered by the frustrated magic apostle at this moment, forming a spell model in the air and blasting towards the opponent.

Lu Wenwu laughed.

There was a roar like an explosion under the feet, and the whole person instantly arrived in front of the puppet plague apostle.

The sharp and overbearing Demon God's war spear thrust forward, causing the skin of the puppet apostle in the center to ache due to the strong wind, and the ordinary clothes on his body instantly turned into strips of beggar's clothes hanging on his body.

Damn!

why me?

The plague apostle's face was gloomy, and his figure was wrapped in a tornado that appeared out of thin air, and he suddenly retreated to the side and rear.

The originally cloudless blue sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and blazing thunder surged down, striking directly on Lu Wenwu's head.

However, what none of the three apostles present expected was that he actually resisted the thunder strike without dodging!

Thunder and lightning continued to wander over the scarlet abyss, and the rich and turbulent abyss demonic energy became thicker and thicker.

Lu Wenwu's majestic energy and blood not only did not stagnate under the stimulation of thunder, but also became more fierce and surging, as if activated by some secret key!

The strong wind carried the sand and dust into the sky.

Thunder and gravel intertwined.

A series of violent natural disaster tornadoes suddenly took shape, and along with the magic apostle's spell, they rushed straight towards the demon-like figure.

A scalp-numbing scene appeared.

Lu Wenwu actually carried the natural disaster tornado so hard, bathed in thunder and curses, and forced himself in front of the plague apostle.

The hegemonic fist that dominates the world appears, and the sun obscured by dark clouds in the sky blooms with brilliance again.

At this moment, the raging true fire of the sun attached to the front of the Demon God's Spear, forming a spiral flame and blasting out together with the spear head.

In an instant, the color of the world changed!