"Boy, your strength is good, I'll meet you!"
Just when many alien races were guessing, a voice sounded.
Then, everyone saw a burly figure stepping out.
This figure is more than two meters tall and covered with purple scales. He came with Mo Tianluo just now.
"Budo, it's Budo!"
"Budo is about to make a move. Although Budo's talent is not as high as that of the Eighth Prince, he has practiced for thousands of years, but he has already broken through the Emperor Realm some time ago, which should be enough to suppress that kid!"
Seeing this figure, many people were excited.
"Buduo, don't show mercy, give me your best shot, kill, kill, kill him, I will take responsibility for anything!"
Mo Tianluo roared, extremely ferocious.
He wished he could tear Lu Ming into pieces.
Budo was tall and tall, his three eyes flashed coldly, he stepped out, and the ground shook.
In his hand, a pitch-black iron rod appeared. With a slight shake of the iron rod, pitch-black black holes popped out of the space, incomparably penetrating.
On the side, many people retreated again and again.
It is no small matter for the emperor to make a move, and those with weak cultivation do not want to be involved.
Lu Ming looked at Buduo with a calm face. He really didn't care about a one-star emperor.
"Let's do it!"
Lu Ming spoke calmly.
"Boy, die for me!"
There was a hint of ferocity in Buduo's eyes. He burst out with all his strength, jumped up, and then condescendingly, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, he slammed down on Lu Ming with a stick.
This stick is amazingly powerful. If it is really a true emperor, it is absolutely impossible to stop it, and it will be smashed into a pulp.
On the side, Chiayi's eyes flashed, but he didn't make a move. Lu Ming has the blood of the murderous ancestor, so he shouldn't die so easily.
Rumble!
The iron rod bombarded down, making a dull roar, and in an instant, it was close to Lu Ming's head.
Just when everyone thought that Lu Ming was going to blow his head off with a stick, Lu Ming stretched out a hand to grab it.
bump!
With a dull roar, Lu Ming grabbed the pitch-black iron rod in his hand, and then, the iron rod was fixed in the air, motionless.
It was the same with Budo. He held the iron rod in both hands, and he was also fixed in the air.
The seemingly powerful stick was stopped by Lu Ming with one hand.
"This is your strength, nothing more than that!"
Lu Ming opened his mouth lightly, his palms were hardened, and he was shocked suddenly.
hum!
The iron rod vibrated violently, and a terrifying force blasted towards Budo along the iron rod.
Budo screamed, his body flew out like a cannonball, stepped into Mo Tianluo's footsteps, hit the ground heavily, and spurted blood.
"this... "
The scene fell into a dead silence again.
One move after another, Budo, who had already reached the Great Emperor Realm, was also defeated. In Lu Ming's hands, he had no strength to fight back.
How could Lu Ming be so strong
Is this the strength of the human race? The human race is so strong
Many people were of different races, and their eyes shone with shock.
In their conception, the human race, the gods and beasts in the heavens, are completely vulnerable, and the evil gods are the supreme existence.
But now a young human race has defeated several of their masters in succession.
"This person looks young, maybe he has cultivated for endless years, that's why he is so strong!"
"Yes, it must be so!"
Then, many other races spoke up, thinking that Lu Ming was a very old monster.
It is normal for an old monster who has cultivated for endless years to have such strength.
"It's really deceiving yourself!"
Lu Ming sneered, full of disdain.
"What did you say?"
"Haven't you been practicing for many years, then tell me, how many years have you been practicing?"
someone asked loudly.
"Okay, then I'll tell you, I, Lu Ming, have cultivated for less than two hundred years!"
Lu Ming's voice spread throughout the audience.
"What? Less than two hundred years, how is it possible?"
"In less than two hundred years, it is impossible to defeat Buduo in the Great Emperor Realm. How could the human race have such a strong Tianjiao? He must be lying and deliberately attacking us!"
Many foreigners yelled, unwilling to believe it.
In less than two hundred years, few of the entire evil god clan could defeat Budo who had reached the one-star emperor level.
"So you are deceiving yourself and others. I believe you have a way to determine the age. If you don't believe it, find someone to measure it!"
Lu Ming said.
The foreign race was silent. Seeing that Lu Ming is so confident, he should not have lied. He should have practiced for less than two hundred years.
The human race actually has such an arrogance.
"Is anyone else coming out to fight? Today, I want to try what methods your family has!"
Lu Ming's voice came from afar.
There was silence at the scene, everyone looked at you, I looked at you, for a while, no one made a move at all.
Lu Ming has practiced for less than two hundred years. At this age, there are not many people who can fight Lu Ming in the entire evil god world, and there is not even a single one at the scene.
And those who have cultivated for tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer to come out to fight Lu Ming, it seems a bit shameful.
"Hehe, aren't the evil gods like a cloud of masters, and there is no one to fight. Well, I will give you a chance, but anyone who has cultivated for less than ten thousand years can come and fight with me, and I will follow!"
Lu Ming said loudly.
"Lu Ming, you said this yourself, don't go back on your word!"
Mo Tianluo yelled.
"certainly!"
Lu Ming responded.
"Okay, my family has a long life list, which records a hundred top masters who have cultivated for less than ten thousand years. Any one of them is enough to crush you. Just wait for me, and I will find someone right away!"
Mo Tianluo said grimly.
Today, he must make Lu Ming look good.
"Longevity list, one hundred masters with less than ten thousand years of cultivation, interesting, go find it, find a few more, I'll wait here!"
Lu Ming said, his face was relaxed, not only not nervous, but looking forward to it.
For the Martial Emperor Realm, the practice is less than ten thousand years, it can also be said to be in a golden age, a period of explosive cultivation.
It also represents the future.
The concept is similar to the younger generation's Tianjiao.
Lu Ming also wanted to see how strong the strongest masters of the Evil God Clan who had practiced for less than ten thousand years were.
Lu Ming folded his arms and waited quietly.
Around, more and more alien races gathered.
How many years has it been since a human race challenged them in their royal city
They also want to see, what kind of strength does this human race who has practiced for less than two hundred years have
In the sky, there were several figures standing there, but no one noticed.
These people are the alien king, the great general Maraka, and several other strong men.
"As expected of the person chosen by the Sacred Ancestor of Killing Heart, he is indeed extraordinary!"
Alien King.
Before, they didn't know that Lu Ming had such a strong strength.