Everlasting Dragon Emperor

Feng Qingxue is very powerful, but this mountain is very broad, and there are countless dragons and beasts. These dragons and beasts constantly rush to Feng Qingxue. Feng Qingxue wants to climb to the top of the mountain, but the speed is very slow, often killing Many dragon beasts can advance more than ten meters.

Every dragon beast was killed, there was a trace of blood, flying to the top of the mountain.

Lu Ming followed the direction of blood energy gathering, and finally found that in the middle of the mountain top, there was an altar, all of which flew to the altar.

Lu Ming went over and found that a drop of blood was suspended in the middle of the altar, and all the blood was gathered in this drop of blood.

Roar!

As soon as Lu Ming approached, there was a roar in the blood, a vast and rich ancient breath rushed across the face, filled with terrible coercion, as if standing above him, as the ancestor of all life, let people kneel down to submit .

"The blood of primitive gods!"

Lu Ming's eyes lit up.

He was sure that this was the blood of primitive gods.

It turned out that the blood of primitive gods was not just there, but to gather the power of those bloodlines.

Lu Ming understood that I am afraid that the blood of primitive gods has already spread out and evolved into an infinite dragon beast, distributed on this mountain, and the dragon beast that Feng Qingxue just killed, there is a trace on each dragon beast The blood of the primitive gods, after killing the dragon beast, that trace of blood power will be absorbed by the altar, converge here, and finally become a drop of real primitive god blood.

At this moment, it seems that a lot of dragon beast blood has gathered.

Roar roar...

In all directions, the roar of dragons and beasts continued to be heard, as well as the sound of wars. Lu Ming went to another direction and also found a way, and there were a group of Tianjiao fighting with dragons and beasts.

The young man who rushed to the forefront was the mountain owner of Liumin Mountain, ranked third in the Gods King List.

Like Feng Qingxue before, every time they kill a dragon beast, they will have a trace of blood power, converge to the altar, and become part of that drop of blood.

Then, Lu Ming came to the other direction. There was also a road where a group of young people were struggling to strike. The foremost person was also a mountain owner.

Lu Ming stood on the top of the mountain and made a circle. He found nine roads in total, and each road was fighting.

"Murong Qiushui, this guy is really powerful!"

On one road, Lu Ming discovered Murong Qiushui.

Murong Qiushui is powerful and far ahead, already approaching the mountainside, countless dragon beasts died in his hands.

Nine knives and flying knives surround the body, and every time they fly out, a dragon beast will be killed.

He keeps moving forward. Not only can people on this road be incomparable to him, but even others, Feng Qingxue and others, have a certain gap with him.

"Climbing this mountain is like a test!"

Lu Ming understood.

There are a total of nine roads in this mountain. Tianjiao who came here departed from the nine roads to the top of the mountain.

They killed all the way up, and the blood lines of those killed dragon beasts would be brought together to form the blood of the original gods.

Whoever first climbs to the top of the mountain will get the blood of primitive gods.

"It seems that now is not the time to take away the original blood. The more blood dragon dragons gather, the better. I'll wait!"

"These people probably don't think about dreaming. I already appeared on the top of the mountain. It seems that Murong Qiushui will be the first to climb to the top of the mountain. I don't know what kind of expression he will see when he climbs up to the top of the mountain. ?"

Lu Ming smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking forward to it.

Lu Ming waited quietly at the top of the mountain. Murong Qiushui and others did not find that there was any more people on the top of the mountain.

As time passed slowly, Murong Qiushui became more and more brave and slowly approached the top of the mountain.

Others, too, worked hard to kill them, using all means, and wanted to be the first to rush to the top of the mountain to get primitive blood.

As more and more dragon beasts were killed, more and more blood gathered, and that drop of primordial spirit blood became brighter and brighter, and the ancient breath became more and more intense.

Lu Ming couldn’t help but feel terrified, and his eyes were fiery. If he absorbed and refined the blood of the primitive gods, the primitive gods would most likely be able to convert, and a drop of his own primordial blood was cultivated in his body. The primitive gods stepped into the other. One stage.

Half an hour later, Murong Qiushui was bathed in blood, and was finally about to reach the top of the mountain.

"about there!"

Lu Ming whispered, then came to the edge of the primordial god blood and grabbed it toward the primitive god blood.

Roar!

A fierce roar came from the primal god blood, like a dragon yin.

Yes, and Lu Ming saw a very mini dragon in this drop of primordial blood, roaring at the landing.

A strong repulsive force repelled the landing sound, preventing Lu Ming from approaching.

"I still want to resist, just a drop of blood, come in for me!"

Lu Ming drank low, grabbed hard, and wanted to put it in the storage ring.

Roar roar...

Suddenly, there was a violent roar in the primordial god's blood, resounding through the clouds and shaking the whole mountain.

"what happened?"

"How come there is a strong roar from the top of the mountain, has anyone already reached the top of the mountain?"

"Damn, it must be Murong Qiushui!"

Feng Qingxue and others were ugly.

But I don't know, Murong Qiushui's face is even more ugly.

He clearly hasn't reached the top of the mountain. Why is there such a strong noise at the top of the mountain?Does anyone reach the top of the mountain earlier than him?

"impossible!"

Murong Qiushui roared, he did not believe that someone could reach the top of the mountain earlier than him.

"kill!"

He shouted and attacked frantically, and the dragon beast in front of him was constantly being killed.

At this moment, Lu Ming's palms were getting closer and closer to the primitive god blood, and he was about to be caught. Suddenly, this drop of primitive god blood wriggled suddenly and turned into a sharp little sword. Lu Ming's palm, then merged with Lu Ming's blood, burrowed into the landing Ming body.

"Drilled directly into me!"

Lu Ming was a little stunned. He still wanted to put it away first, and then slowly refine it. How could he merge with his blood and enter his body.

"Lu Ming..."

Just here, an angry, incredible roar sounded.

Murong Qiushui rushed to the top of the mountain, and it was just when he saw that Lu Ming had put away the primordial divine blood, and his eyes were glaring and round, full of incredible writing.

Wasn’t Lu Ming scuttling the abyss full of Moluo fire? Why didn’t he die?And it appeared at the top of the mountain earlier than him?

How is this going?

Then he saw the gate, and in an instant, he understood.

It turns out there is another way to get here directly.

Dare to love him before hitting life and death, all hit in vain, all cheaper Lu Ming.

He almost vomited blood, almost crazy.