Everlasting Dragon Emperor

A number appeared on the top of each person's head, representing the number of battlefields to enter.

Above Lu Ming's head, the word "eight" appeared, indicating that Lu Ming was about to enter the battlefield on the eighth.

Lu Ming glanced and found that there were some disciples of Fu Yangzong who also appeared Ba Zi.

Bai Chixue was actually number eight.

The fat man is number two, Ruan Tingting, number three, illusion, and number four.

"Haha, Lu Ming, you are actually on the eighth, and that chick!"

Suddenly, an excited laugh came.

Lu Ming looked around and found out that it was Luo Tian who laughed.

On the top of his head, the number eight appeared.

His eyes were cold, and he watched the landing sound fiercely, and Bai Chixue.

In addition, there are a lot of Tianjiao assigned to No. 8 who also watched the landing sound fiercely and looked at Bai Chixue.

"I rely on, Luo Tian's luck has turned against the sky, actually and Lu Ming, and the chick is allocated on a battlefield, these two people, clearly fat, luck!"

"Yeah, Luotian's luck is so good. The point is, there are no masters on the 8th battlefield. Look, Emperor God and others are not on the 8th battlefield."

"The battlefield on the 8th, just like the Tianjiao in Tianyao Valley, can compete with Luotian, and other masters who are not too strong, Luotian's luck is so good, envy!"

Around him, Tianjiao showed expressions of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Lu Ming sneered and looked away, and found that Emperor God was assigned No. 1, Ao Tu was No. 7, Blood Sword No. 1 and No. 3, Wang Fiantian, No. 2...

Some stronger than Luo Tian, ​​actually not on the battlefield on the eighth.

At this moment, Luo Tian was so excited that he was going to shout.

Luck, his luck is so good.

Not only were they assigned to a battlefield with Lu Ming, but the stronger Tianjiao were not assigned to battlefield No. 8. This luck was simply against the sky.

He looked at Lu Ming's gaze, full of cold murder, and fiery greed.

Just as excited as Luo Tian, ​​there is also the Tianjiao in Tianyao Valley. This person is also the peerless Tianjiao in Tianyao Valley. Its reputation is not weaker than Luotian, and it is also extremely terrible.

At this moment, his mood is exactly the same as Luo Tian, ​​very excited.

The Emperor God and Blood Sword first-class people hummed one by one, revealing a pity, and actually missed Lu Ming.

In their view, Lu Ming's luck is destined to be taken away.

Du Songjie and others looked dignified.

"Lu Ming, Chi Xue, wait a minute, the time is one hour, you try to delay the time, if the situation is not good, immediately admit defeat, you know? The two of you will definitely be targeted."

Juniper never warned seriously.

"Senior Du, rest assured, I know what to do, but it's white..."

Lu Ming smiled slightly and looked at Bai Chixue.

But he saw Bai Chixue's eyes wide, staring at him for a moment.

"Bai...that, Chixue, as soon as you enter the battlefield, you will find a place to engrave the formation defense with all your strength. I will go to you. If you are not defeated, admit defeat as soon as possible!"

Lu Ming said.

"You will come to me, will you?"

Bai Chixue stared at the landing and asked.

"That... yes!"

Lu Ming touched his nose silently.

"Hee hee, then I will insist that you come to me!"

Bai Chixue smiled happily.

Lu Ming was even more speechless. Around him, Yan Fanatics, Du Songjie and others showed an expression of'this is so' and an inexplicable smile.

"Rukong, you and Emperor God are on a battlefield. If you encounter Emperor God, you will lose the first time, do you know?"

Juniper never looked at Rukong and asked.

Rukong is a disciple of Juniper.

"Disciples know!"

Nodded as empty.

Buzz!

At this time, the space was fluctuating, and Lu Ming and others felt a force, and they were pulled over by eight battlefields.

Lu Ming, Bai Chixue flew to the mask on the 8th battlefield.

As they approached the reticle, their bodies shrank strangely, and finally disappeared into the reticle.

At the next moment, Lu Ming appeared in a barren mountain all covered with stone walls.

The battlefield on the 8th was barren hills and stone walls. There was no desolation. There was no grass and trees. There were stone walls and stones everywhere.

"I heard that in this battlefield, no matter what, it is very hard, try it!"

Lu Ming faced a huge stone and punched him in the past.

boom!

The boulder was just blasted into a corner, and the rest was intact.

"It's hard. Although I didn't use my full strength, but the punch just now, if it was outside, several mountain peaks exploded. Here, I can only smash a corner of a boulder."

Lu Ming secretly sighed.

Here, you can enjoy the outbreak of combat power.

"Go to Chixue!"

With a step, Lu Ming's figure rose into the sky, turned into a ray of light, and disappeared into the sky.

Although this battlefield is 100,000 miles long and wide, it is really not big for these arrogances who participated in the battle of air transport, and one hour is enough to go back and forth many times.

The worst arrogant of being able to luck luck python is also at the level of Qin Qingshan.

After such a long time, Qin Qingshan's cultivation practices have all arrived in the Seventh Realm of Linghai.

It can be said that the one who participated in the war this time was the weakest, and they were all the seven arrogances of Linghai.

The seven layers of Linghai, how fast it is, spanning a distance of 100,000 miles, it really doesn't take much time.

Outside the battlefield, everyone also stared at them.

From the outside, the territory of 100,000 miles is reduced to ten miles, which is a 10,000-fold reduction. A person put it inside and can hardly see it.

But how terrible their eyesight is when they reach the Spiritual Realm or even the Supreme. In their eyes, they can still clearly see the movement of everyone in the mask.

"No, some masters went towards Chixue's side!"

Fu Yangzong shouted with concern from an elder.

At this moment, Bai Chixue was constantly inscribed with inscriptions in a stone forest, laid out formations, and prepared for defense.

"Hope Chixue can't hold her back, hurry up and admit defeat!"

Juniper has no worries.

Just now, they knew that Bai Chixue obtained the inheritance of the emperor, and they were very excited. Bai Chixue's value in their minds, the water rose, and Bai Chixue, could not be okay.

Even if he lost 90% of his luck, Bai Chixue could not be okay.

After Bai Chixue was inherited by the emperor, during this time, the cultivation practice of the Tao of Inscriptions also improved a lot.

In just a few minutes, I don’t know how many inscriptions are inscribed.

"Hahaha, it's Fu Yuzong's chick, I'm so lucky!"

With a loud laugh, the Tianjiao of Tianzong Zong appeared.

The arrogance of this corpse ancestor, a five-foot-long luck dragon appeared on his head, and his eyes were extremely fiercely staring at the ten-foot luck real dragon above Bai Chixue's head, and he wished to swallow Bai Chixue in one swallow.

"This chick is mine!"

A cold voice came out, the sky shook, and another figure appeared.

This is a cold-eyed young man, full of demon spirits, and there is also a lucky dragon on his head, which is six feet long.

"Huh, if you want this girl's luck, it's up to you!"

Tian Zongzong's youthful arrogance looked coldly.

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