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

It's not that he can't go out at all, it's just that he has basically no chance.

Only when a successor completes the final trial of this small world and becomes the master of the small world, will the spirit of this world have a chance to be liberated.

Lu Wenwu's arrival gave the Skyfire Demon God hope of escaping.

With such a powerful strength, it is very likely that he will be able to pass the final test of this small world and gain complete control!

Once he succeeds, won’t I be free?

Even if it's just giving myself a chance to commit suicide, it's fine!

Wuhu!

Imprisoned here for thousands of years.

No one to talk to, no cellmates.

The only entertainment is to watch the development of the world of the Jiaren people.

The Sky Fire Demon God is almost going crazy.

He would rather die immediately than continue to stay in jail!

Chapter 239 Human Race Grand Master, please come this way. I know a small path to the Human Race.

Trial Realm, South.

The edge of the mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, not far from Zhennan City, is now in ruins.

Mountain?

There are no mountains anymore.

Thousands of Jiaren cultivators fought fiercely with Lu Wenwu, and the horrific aftermath had completely flattened the surroundings.

There was no green left within a radius of dozens of miles. Only the yellow-gray soil that had been burned was left, mixed with bits of reflective debris.

It was a unique sight created by crystals formed from melted sand and gravel, and then shattered by the aftermath.

Facing Lu Wenwu, even the naturally belligerent Jiaren people were frightened.

One after another, the battle figures were blown up, and one after another, the Nascent Soul cultivators were grabbed alive and eaten.

Now in the eyes of the Jia people, Lu Wenwu is a devil in human skin.

Even the most brutal demon god is not as terrifying as him.

The power of defeating a thousand-man army single-handedly was simply too terrifying.

Lu Wenwu casually blasted a large seal that was falling like a mountain, and in a flash of space, he grabbed the neck of the last Yuanying of the Jiaren tribe.

Within five minutes, thousands of people were slaughtered.

At this time, Lu Wenwu's entire body had been dyed brown-red.

Large pieces of sticky blood plasma covered his body, which solidified under high temperatures to form blood scabs, which overlapped and intertwined with each other, forming a thick layer that was similar to armor.

As the muscles were pulled, pieces of blood fell down.

"The Armored Tribe, not bad."

Lu Wenwu licked the corner of his mouth, and the smile on his face was like a devil's smile.

"Your Nascent Soul has an interesting taste. It's crispy and tender, like eating a large piece of roasted pork neck. I like it very much."

Speaking of this, Lu Wenwu's expression looked a little distressed.

"It's a pity that it's a little difficult to obtain."

To some extent, the cultivator's golden elixir is like the redfin carp, which was a tribute in ancient China. It dies immediately after being caught.

The same is true for the cultivator's golden elixir.

Once a monk dies, his body must be taken out immediately and sealed with a seal or some special preservation device.

Otherwise, within just a dozen seconds, the spiritual power contained in the golden elixir will quickly dissipate and eventually disintegrate into a ball of rich spiritual energy.

After a monk dies normally, this phenomenon is also called "sitting in meditation" or "transformation into Tao". All his cultivation comes from heaven and earth, and eventually returns to heaven and earth after purification, completing a cycle of birth, aging, sickness and death.

The situation for Nascent Soul cultivators is more complicated. Not only does it require quick movements, but the creature also needs to be captured alive.

If a Jindan cultivator wants to condense his Nascent Soul, he needs to condense his three souls and seven spirits into the Jindan, so that it resonates with his entire cultivation.

Eventually, the soul will transform, and the Nascent Soul will be born after the golden elixir breaks down, serving as the new core for carrying cultivation.

In other words, the Nascent Soul is the embodiment of the cultivator's soul.

It is also a means for cultivators to initially realize the soul leaving the body and connecting heaven and earth.

Therefore, if you want to completely kill a Nascent Soul cultivator, you need to kill his Nascent Soul.

If one wants to preserve a Nascent Soul intact, one must capture it before it leaves the body and escape, wipe out its consciousness, and then seal it.

There is no problem with taking it alive.

Otherwise, once the Nascent Soul suffers severe damage, the speed of transformation will be even faster than that of the Golden Elixir.

If the person being killed still has the will to fight to the death, he can even explode his own Nascent Soul in the process of transformation, creating a unique spiritual power explosion, and unexpectedly kill the opponent who comes to check.

This is the "Trial Edition of a Brief Discussion on the Experience of Extracting Crystals from the A-type Monks" that Lu Wenwu summarized in the battle just now.

Since they are both Nascent Soul and Golden Core, normal human cultivators should be about the same.

It was precisely because of this hunting method, which was even more difficult to preserve than the redfin carp, that Lu Wenwu was unable to obtain enough golden elixirs and Nascent Souls in the previous battle.

Lu Wenwu fought and devoured the rescued Nascent Soul at the same time, and reaped a lot of rewards.

As for the Armored Tribe monks who died in the battle, the dedicated Wolf Demon King and the Tiger Demon King were busy almost going crazy, digging frantically like excavators, and then sealing them one after another.

After swallowing a golden elixir, the increase in the [physical] attribute is extremely small, only a few tenths.

Taking into account the free attribute points gained from the evil slayer and the gains from devouring the Nascent Soul and Golden Core, Lu Wenwu's [Body] attribute increased by a full 214.16 points this time!

There was a surge!

It’s about to break through the 9,000 mark!

And the trial points that Lu Wenwu currently has.

A full twelve thousand seven hundred!

It hasn’t even been half an hour since he came in!

"You you monster, monster!"

The man in red armor, whose neck was grabbed by Lu Wenwu, struggled desperately, but was unable to shake the huge, iron-like hand.

Even though there was a layer of life armor between us, the despair and fear in his eyes were so obvious that even from a great distance one could still feel the chilling, as if on the verge of collapse emotional infection.

"Thank you for your recognition. I will continue to work hard."

Standing on the ground covered with corpses and blood, Lu Wenwu showed his signature cheerful smile.

"But I'm curious about one thing. You are all extremely warlike and tough. Aren't there any softies? I can't let them go. They rush forward one after another, as if they want to bite a piece of meat off me."

At this point, Lu Wenwu stopped talking, and looked with interest at the red-armored man in front of him, who was as frightened as a goose with its neck strangled, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

【A-Yingchang (A+)】：3 5327/210 0000

【Cultivation】: Late Nascent Soul Stage

[Current Status]: Armor contains spirit, spirit power is exhausted, seriously injured, desperate, terrified, scared, entangled

[Analysis]: The third deputy commander of the First Hunting Army of Zhennan City, a cultivator of the Jiaren tribe and grandson of the Blood Mark Patriarch. He is now in a panic due to his fear of you and is trying his best to stay alive.

Just as the Eye of True Vision had analyzed, Jia Yongchang was not only afraid, but also very conflicted.

He wasn't struggling over whether or not to give in.

Instead, he was worried about whether the other party would let him go after he admitted his mistake.

The Jiaren tribe is a warlike race, born to fight. They love nothing more than the thrill of fighting, and have a strong desire to kill and destroy all creatures that are not of their own tribe.

Kejia Yongchang is an outlier among them.

An outlier who only fights when the wind is in his favor.

It was also because of this that, when almost all other monks of the same age and level had died, his position in the city rose rapidly and he became the deputy legion commander.

Just like his name.

After a moment of silence, Jia Yongchang said, "Respected strange ancestor, I don't mean to go against you, but as a soldier, I have to obey the orders of the legion commander."

"My grandfather is the Blood Marked Ancestor of Zhennan City. He is also one of the top three in the world, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm. I am willing to offer enough sincerity, and I only ask that you can let me go."

"Enough sincerity? How much sincerity?" Lu Wenwu became interested as soon as he heard it. "Can you, the Jia people, make egg-filled pancakes?"

Jia Yongchang: “???”

"May I ask, ancestor, are eggs from some kind of creature? May I ask what this 'chicken' is? I have never heard of this kind of monster in the world. Please forgive my ignorance."

Jia Yongchang kept a very low profile, fearing that Lu Wenwu would crush him to death if he was unhappy.

"Not even an egg? Boring. You, the Jia people, are destined to live a failed life." Lu Wenwu suddenly felt bored and had lost interest in the prisoner in front of him.

It didn't matter that he lost interest. Jia Yongchang panicked instantly and thought his life was in danger.

Gritting his teeth, Jia Yongchang seemed to have made up his mind and hurriedly shouted, "Grandfather! Grandfather, please spare my life. I am willing to offer three top-grade spirit stones, five hundred high-grade spirit stones, and my grandfather's unique blood pattern life armor casting technique!"

"The Blood Pattern Life Armor Casting Technique is my grandfather's famous unique skill, designed specifically for an ancestor like you who is invincible on the battlefield. If you have a set of Blood Pattern Life Armor, your recovery ability and battlefield harvesting ability will at least double! Your strength will also increase accordingly!"

Ok?

So stupid?

It is not easy to double the attributes of the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Lu Wenwu immediately became interested. He took out the soul-catching rope to bind Jia Yongchang's soul and "invited" it to the auspicious cloud cast by Maomao.

"Please tell me more about the blood pattern armor. Other things are not important. Can you really get the complete casting method?"

"Yes, I definitely can!" Jia Yongchang made a direct oath to the heavens, "My grandfather loves me the most! My family is a single-line family, my parents died in the war, and my grandmother has also passed away. As long as it can save my life, my grandfather will definitely give it to me!"

"Good, good, double happiness! When we get to Zhennan City, everything will depend on your performance." Lu Wenwu was overjoyed. "My name is Tyrannosaurus Rex, and I love making friends the most in my life."

"I will definitely not disappoint the Tyrannosaurus Ancestor's expectations."