Everlasting Dragon Emperor

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"My hair is misunderstood by the donor. At the beginning, the donor Lu also misunderstood. Someone must have blamed the young monk. The young monk is a monk, compassionate, and pursuing all sentient beings. Will he do such a thing? Who insulted the young monk? Tell me, I will shoot him with a palm!"

The unscrupulous monk folded his hands together, and the treasure was solemn. The previous paragraph was quite normal, but the latter sentence made people look at each other.

Outside the platform, the Moonless Buddha Bodhisattva folded her hands and her blue muscles jumped straight.

Yang Potian's lips were also trembling, and said: "No need to say more, let me try the master's method!"

Without too much nonsense, Yang Potian turned into a Void Halberd and fought against the unscrupulous monk.

There is no doubt that the bloodline of an unscrupulous monk is also a god-level ninth. It is a golden Buddha, with a majestic appearance, a charitable face, and all sentient beings.

Everyone is really speechless, such a wonderful flower as an unscrupulous monk, how can this kind of Buddhist blood be awakened?

The two battle, occupying half of the platform.

"Lu Shaoqing, you and I fight!"

A black light flashed over, and Ming Zi appeared in front of Lu Ming.

"war!"

Needless to say, Lu Ming spit out a word, and the battle was like a rainbow.

Only need to defeat Ming Zi, and then the unscrupulous monk and Yang Potian decide the victory and defeat, Lu Ming can enter the top three.

His goal, to enter the top three, must also enter the top three.

On Ming Zi, the endless black qi burst, and inside, there were bursts of ghost crying, which was very infiltrating.

In his hand, a knife, a black machete, and evil spirits appeared on it, as if to crawl out.

Uh!

Mingzi rushed towards the landing, cut off with a machete, howling and crying, and angry.

"kill!"

Lu Ming shouted, killing thoughts like a tide, the blood-red spear reverted to a blood drop, suspended above Lu Ming's head, Lu Ming exerted the power of the prison prison, split out with a palm, and collided with the knife light of Ming Zi.

bump!bump!bump!

The intensive collision sounded, and the two immediately fought a dozen tricks.

"It's so cold, so strange to attack!"

Lu Ming felt cold all over. Not only that, even the spirit god came cold.

The attack of Mingzi can not only cause harm to the flesh, but also affect the spirit god.

The five-color artistic conception lingers, forming a suit that covers the whole body, and Zhenyuan rushes to stop Ming Zi's strange attack.

At the same time, his palms kept breaking out.

Every palm has terrible power.

The seven dragons are blessed with strength, and have the strength of the third bloodline, extremely powerful.

However, Mingzi is indeed terrible. Even among the young giants, it is a top-notch existence. The awakening is the god-level nine-level bloodline. The power of the bloodline itself is also terrible.

The mystery of blood veins, the skill of blood veins, and the power of blood veins are very amazing.

The power of the god-level ninth-level bloodline blessing even exceeds the power of the seven-dragon power blessing.

Moreover, the artistic conception of Ming Zi can be very terrifying, and there are also many kinds. Although there are not as many types as Lu Ming, the level is higher than Lu Ming, and the power is not too bad.

It can be said that Tianjiao, which has reached the level of a young giant, is very strong in all aspects and very comprehensive.

Lu Ming's bloodline has the highest level, which is only God level seven.

It is in the third bloodline, with endless power, but Lu Ming dare not borrow too much, the more borrowed, the stronger the killing intention, Lu Ming will be controlled by the endless killing thought, once he can’t control himself, he is killed Domination will become a walking dead, a puppet that will only kill.

Of course, with the improvement of Lu Ming's cultivation practice, the stronger his control over himself, the stronger the power he can borrow. Now, he has increased a lot more than the power he can borrow when he is so important.

In a blink of an eye, the two fought dozens of moves.

"Nine Seals!"

Lu Ming condensed Yin Ju, two god gates appeared, suppressed to Ming Zi.

"Gate of Hell!"

In front of Mingzi, a dark gate emerged, and the gate glowed and grew rapidly, blocking the seal door.

"Reaper, now!"

Immediately, a black figure emerged from the top of Ming Zi's head. This figure, covered with a black cloak, could not see clearly. Only in his eyes were two red flames jumping and burning.

In this figure's hand, he took out a dark-skinned sickle, and there was a black ghost fire jumping.

Grim Reaper, the legendary Grim Reaper!

This is the bloodline of Mingzi, and there is no doubt that it is also a god level nine.

"Twelve days of battle!"

Mingzi was transformed into a grim reaper, and a cold, unpleasant voice was heard. The body of the grim reaper moved, and turned into twelve figures, killing towards the landing.

Lu Ming once again opened the door of the seal, but only two seals could be sealed, and the other masters still killed Lu Ming.

boom!boom!boom!...

Lu Ming fought continuously, constantly urging the prisoner's power, strengthening the power of the prisoner's power, and fighting against the ten gods of death.

Ten consecutive punches, bombarded on ten death scythes, knocked back the ten deaths, but Lu Ming's face was pale.

"What a weird attack, what a terrible power!"

Lu Ming looked dignified.

The physical attack of this god of death is not very strong, but it has a strange power that can directly penetrate the flesh and attack the spirit god.

In other words, it is to attack the soul on the spirit god.

The attack of Mingzi can enter the soul, destroy the soul of others, and kill people invisible.

If it weren’t for Lu Ming’s previous practice of refining the fruit of God, there are still a lot of refining pill, so that Lu Ming’s spirit can be very condensed and surpass others, otherwise, it may not be able to bear just now.

Even so, Lu Ming's spirit god was still shaking, and the soul came with tears of pain.

"kill!"

The Mingzi killed again. At this time, the gate of the seal failed, and a total of twelve gods of darkness, killed Lu Ming.

Each statue is like real.

Lu Ming manipulates the five moods, forming a five-color suit on the spirit god, and then fighting with the death.

It is slightly better to have a five-color armor to protect the spirit god, but the spirit god is still constantly being attacked and continually shaking. If this continues, the spirit god will be traumatized unimaginably.

The spirit god is the root of the warrior, where the spirit god is. If it is too severely traumatized, it will have a great influence on the future cultivation.

"It seems that Lu Shaoqing is about to lose, not an opponent of Ming Zi!"

"Legend of Mingzi's bloodline death, can directly attack human souls, killing invisible, but strange and powerful, unable to defend!"

"That being said, Lu Shaoqing's bloodline is curious, but there is no chakra!"

"I also noticed this, it is indeed strange, but there is nothing strange in the world of thousands, maybe he has practiced some kind of mystery and covered up the chakra!"

Everyone talked and looked at the platform.

At this time, the battle between Lu Ming and Ming Zi seems to be a tie, but everyone who knows Ming Zi knows that Lu Ming will definitely lose and will lose in the long run.

On the other side, the unscrupulous monk and Yang Potian's battle, the unscrupulous monk has the upper hand.

"I have to win this battle! Whatever the price!"

In Lu Ming's eyes, he was very firm.

In this game, he cannot be defeated. He must use this opportunity to take Xie Nianqing away. He must win.

Even if it reveals its true identity.

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