Everlasting Dragon Emperor Chapter 959: Lu Ming is fat meat

A number appeared above each person's head, indicating which battlefield to enter.

On the top of Lu Ming's head, the word "eight" appeared, which means that Lu Ming is about to enter the eighth battlefield.

Lu Ming swept his eyes and found that there were some disciples of Fu Puppet Sect, and the eight characters also appeared.

Bai Chixue is also number eight.

And Fatty, it's number two, Ruan Tingting, number three, Huanzhen, number four.

"Haha, Lu Ming, you are also on the eighth, and that little girl!"

Suddenly, an excited laugh came.

Lu Ming followed the prestige and found that it was Luo Tian who was laughing.

On top of his head, the number eight appeared.

His eyes were cold, watching Lu Ming and Bai Chixue fiercely.

In addition, there are many Tianjiao assigned to No. 8 who are watching Lu Ming and Bai Chixue one by one.

"I rely on, Luo Tian's luck is against the sky, he and Lu Ming, and the little girl are assigned to the same battlefield, these two people are obviously fat, they are lucky!"

"Yes, Luo Tian is very lucky. The key is that there are no masters on the eighth battlefield. Look, the Emperor God and others are not on the eighth battlefield."

"On the eighth battlefield, there is a Tianjiao from the Sky Demon Valley, who can compete with Luo Tian, ​​and there are no other experts who are too strong. Luo Tian's luck is too good, envy!"

All around, Tianjiao showed envy and hatred expressions.

Lu Ming sneered, his eyes swept away, and he found that Emperor God was assigned number one, Ao Tu was number seven, blood sword number one and three, Wang Fentian, number two...

Some people who are stronger than Luo Tian are not on the 8th battlefield.

At this moment, Luo Tian was so excited that he was about to yell up to the sky.

Luck, his luck is too good.

Not only were assigned to the same battlefield with Lu Ming, but the stronger Tianjiao were not assigned to the eighth battlefield. This luck was simply against the sky.

The gaze he looked at Lu Ming was full of cold murderous intent and fiery greed.

Just as excited as Luo Tian, ​​there is also a Tianjiao from the Sky Demon Valley. This person is also a peerless Tianjiao from the Sky Demon Valley. His reputation is not weaker than that of Luo Tian, ​​and he is also an extremely scary existence.

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

The Emperor God, the Blood Sword First Class, hummed coldly one by one, showing a pity that they actually missed Lu Ming.

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

Du Songjue and others' faces were a bit solemn.

"Lu Ming, Chi Xue, wait for an hour for the competition. You try to delay the time. If the situation is not good, give up immediately, you know? You two will definitely be targeted."

Juniper never cautioned seriously.

"Senior Du, don't worry, I know what to do, but it's white..."

Lu Ming smiled slightly and looked at Bai Chixue.

However, Bai Chixue's eyes widened, staring at him for an instant.

"Bai...that, Chi Xue, wait a minute as soon as you enter the battlefield, you will find a place to inscribe the formation defense with all your strength, I will look for you, if you lose, give up as soon as possible!"

Lu Ming said.

"Will you come to see me?"

Bai Chixue stared at Luming and asked.

"That...yes!"

Lu Ming touched his nose speechlessly.

"Hehe, then I will insist until you come to me!"

Bai Chixue laughed happily.

Lu Ming was even more speechless. Around him, Yan lunatics, Du Songjue and others showed an expression of ‘that’s how it is’ and an inexplicable smile.

"Rukong, you and the Emperor God are on the same battlefield. If you meet the Emperor God, you will give up immediately, you know?"

Jiu Songjue looked at Rukong and exhorted.

Ru Kong, a disciple of Jun Jue.

"The disciple knows!"

Nodded like Kong.

Om!

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

Lu Ming, Bai Chixue flew towards the mask on the eighth battlefield.

As the mask approached, their bodies shrank strangely, and finally sank into the mask and disappeared.

The next moment, Lu Ming appeared in a barren mountain full of stone walls.

Battlefield No. 8 is full of barren hills and stone walls. It is desolate. There is no grass or wood. There are stone walls and stones everywhere.

"I heard that everything in this battlefield is very hard, try it!"

Lu Ming faced a boulder and blasted it with a punch.

Boom!

The huge boulder was only blasted through a corner, and the other parts were intact.

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

Lu Ming secretly sighed.

Here, you can explode to your heart's content.

"Go to Chixue!"

As soon as he stepped on his feet, 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 that big for them who are participating in the battle for luck. One hour is enough to go back and forth many times.

The worst Tianjiao who can transport pythons is also Qin Qingshan's level.

For so long, Qin Qingshan's cultivation base has reached the seventh realm of Linghai.

It can be said that the weakest cultivation bases who participated in the war this time were all the Seventh Heaven's arrogant of Linghai.

The Seventh Spirit Sea, how fast is it, it really doesn't take much time to cross a distance of 100,000 miles.

Outside the battlefield, everyone was staring at it.

From the outside, the territory of one hundred thousand li has shrunk to ten li, which is a full ten thousand times smaller. It is almost invisible if you put it inside alone.

But reaching the realm of spirits and gods, even supreme, how terrible their eyesight is. In their eyes, they can still clearly see the movements of everyone in the mask.

"No, there is a master who went to Chi Xue!"

An veteran of Fu Puzong cried out worriedly.

At this moment, Bai Chixue is in a stone forest, constantly engraving inscriptions, arranging formations, and preparing for defense.

"I hope Chixue can't stand her head, so hurry up and give up!"

Juniper definitely has some concerns.

Just now, they knew that Bai Chixue had obtained the inheritance of the emperor, and they were very excited. The value of Bai Chixue in their minds has risen, and Bai Chixue, nothing can happen to Bai Chixue.

Even if he loses 90% of his luck, Bai Chixue will be fine.

After Bai Chixue received the royal inheritance, during this period of time, the cultivation of the Tao of inscriptions has also improved a lot, and the endless inscriptions submerged into the mountains and forests~IndoMTL.com~In just a few minutes, I don’t know. How many inscriptions have been engraved.

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

With a loud laugh, a Tianjiao from the Celestial Corpse Sect appeared.

This Tianjiao of the Heavenly Corpse Sect, a five-foot-long Qi Luck Dragon appeared on his head. His eyes stared fiercely at the ten-foot long Qi Luck Dragon on Bai Chixue's head, wishing to swallow Bai Chixue in one mouthful.

"This chick is mine!"

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

This is a young man with a gloomy look, full of demonic energy, and on the top of his head, there is also a dragon of luck, which is six feet long.

"Huh, if you want this little girl's luck, it depends on your ability!"

Tianjiao, the young man of the Sky Corpse Sect, had a cold look in his eyes.

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