"Okay, now everyone, follow me in!"
Bai Shijin shouted loudly and stepped into the vortex first.
Swish! Swish! ...
One after another figures flew up and stepped into the vortex.
The light flickered, and those who stepped into the vortex disappeared.
"let's go!"
Lu Ming and the others also followed the crowd, flew into the vortex, and then disappeared.
In the end, Juniper and some veterans also stepped in.
With a flash of light, Lu Ming and the others found that they appeared on a huge platform.
This is a huge platform, which is made of stone with patterns on it. Behind it is a huge wall, blocking the retreat.
Above their heads, there is a vortex, which is the space channel for them to come in. After Lu Ming and others go to join the battle, Bai Shijin and the others will go out from here.
The direction ahead seems to be empty, but an endless abyss. On the opposite side of the abyss, there is a huge door of light.
"That's the entrance to the battle of luck!"
Bai Shijin's voice came out, and he pointed to the light door on the opposite side of the abyss.
Lu Ming was surrounded by disciples of Fu Puppet Sect. They gathered together. Bai Shijin, Du Songjue and others also came in.
"The Emperor Tianshen Palace, the Heavenly Corpse Sect, and the people from the Sky Demon Valley have also arrived!"
On the side, the fat man whispered.
Lu Ming looked away.
On this platform, he saw people from the other three major forces.
Like Fu Puppet Sect, every force has gathered together.
"so many people!"
Lu Ming's eyes moved.
He found that the number of people coming in from the Emperor Tianshen Palace must definitely exceed ten thousand.
And the number of the Heavenly Corpse Sect is also close to ten thousand, and the Sky Demon Valley is much smaller, but there are more than three thousand people.
How can this be? How could there be so many geniuses in Ditian Temple
The Emperor Tianshen Palace can be regarded as a Tianjiao figure. The total number of the previous Qianjiao list and the recently rising Tianjiao will not exceed 800. Adding some young masters, there are only three or four thousand people at most. How could there be so many people
"Tianyun, I heard that the Emperor Tianshen Palace and the Heavenly Corpse Sect don't have so many talents and young masters, but they will all train a group of dead warriors!"
Beside, Bai Chixue whispered.
"Dead man?"
Lu Ming was puzzled.
"That's right, dead man, do you see that group of people wrapped in black robes and carrying all kinds of weapons behind Ditianshen Palace? That's the dead man. It was Ditianshen Palace who used a special method to kill some young people. Fully mobilize his potential, before the age of thirty, his strength will skyrocket and he will enter an extremely strong realm."
"But the consequence is that those young people's potential will be completely exhausted, and even their lifespan will be greatly shortened. Their minds will become numb, and they only know how to obey orders and are not afraid of death. Their purpose is to participate in the battle of luck and assist others. Tianjiao, get a chance, luck!"
Bai Chixue explained.
Lu Ming's eyes flashed. These big forces have exhausted all their means for the battle of luck.
"Look, those people in the Heavenly Corpse Sect who are wrapped in blood-red robes are also dead soldiers. We, the Fu Puppet Sect, practice the way of inscription and refinement. Without such harmful secret techniques, we will not do it, and the Sky Demon Valley The Yaozu are very proud and don't know how to do it, so there are very few people!"
Bai Chi Snow Road.
Lu Ming nodded, he understood.
These dead men are nothing more than young people with bone ages under thirty years of age who have been cultivated by secret methods to participate in the battle of luck and use them up for consumption.
Lu Ming stood in the crowd and scanned the three major forces.
In the area of Emperor Tianshen Palace, he saw the families of the six ancient families, and the six supremes came together.
In each force, there are dozens of young men and women with extraordinary bearing and unfathomable aura.
These people, needless to say, are all top celestial arrogances on the list of thousand arrogances, or at the same level.
Lu Ming was looking at the other party, and the other party was also looking at them.
"Haha, Bai Shijin, Du Songjue, I didn't expect that you Fu Puppet Sect would dare to participate in the war. Aren't you afraid that the young people of this generation will all die?"
A loud laugh sounded abruptly, coming from Emperor Tianshen Palace.
Lu Ming followed the prestige and recognized that it was the Patriarch of the Wang family, a generation of supreme, who was almost smashed to death by Lu Ming with the Kowloon Divine Cauldron.
"Wang Shengtian!"
Bai Shijin's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and didn't speak.
"Alright, anyway, your Fu Puppet Sect is not as good as one generation after another. People of this generation are all dead in it. With you old guys, you can't last for a few years. Fu Puppet Sect will perish sooner or later!"
The Patriarch of the Wang family, Wang Shengtian, continued to sneer, his eyes were like lightning, scanning the side of Fu Puppet Sect.
Lu Ming's heart beat, he restrained his breath, and moved his body, trying to use someone else's figure to block his figure.
But the next moment, he found a cold gaze falling on him.
Wang Shengtian's gaze.
At this moment, Wang Shengtian's eyes burst out with terrifying killing intent, and he stared at Lu Ming firmly.
"Lu Ming, is that you? Unexpectedly, you actually ran to the Fu Puppet Sect!"
An angry shout came from Wang Shengtian's mouth.
Back then, during the Battle of Kowloon City, he was almost smashed to death by Lu Ming with the Kowloon Divine Cauldron. The supreme being of a generation, who fell to such an end, can be said to have lost all face.
With his cultivation base, even if Lu Ming changes his figure and restrains his breath, he can still see it at a glance.
Swish! Swish! ...
Following Wang Shengtian's voice, everyone's eyes on the side of Emperor Tianshen Palace turned to Fu Puppet Sect.
Lu Ming, this name, Emperor Tianshen Palace, who doesn't know
Not only Emperor Tianshen Palace, but other forces also looked at it.
"What? Lu Ming? Is Lu Ming among us?"
Among the Fu Puppet Sect, most of the people were also shocked, and looked at each other one by one.
Bai Shijin, Du Songjue and the others' faces darkened.
"Little bastard, don't think that you can hide from me by hiding in the crowd, but you are actually in the Fu Puppet Sect? Hmph, how did you die?"
Wang Shengtian sneered.
The eyes of the other five supreme beings turned cold, and they looked at Lu Ming.
In the battle that day, they also lost all face. The six supreme beings joined forces, but none of them took down Lu Ming, a junior.
"Lu Ming? Who is Lu Ming!"
Bai Chixue widened her eyes and glanced around.
"Hiding? Why should I hide? Here, what can you do to me?"
Lu Ming spoke, and his clear voice spread throughout the audience.
After saying that, he strode out and came out of the crowd.
This place is the entrance to the battle of luck, which is extremely mysterious and has a powerful suppressive effect.
The older people come here, the more oppressive they are. For example, Wang Shengtian, who has lived for thousands of years, can only show his cultivation at the spiritual embryo stage when he comes here. Why should he be afraid
This is something everyone knows, otherwise, he would not have come here openly, and Yan Kuangtu and Jiuyang Zhizun would not be relieved and did not follow.
Once entering here, those strong men can't exert much combat power.
Lu Ming didn't want to be discovered at first, he just wanted to avoid some troubles, but since he was discovered, he should stand up generously.
At this moment, all eyes were on Lu Ming.
"Tianyun? You... are you Lu Ming?"
Bai Chixue's eyes widened, she was dumbfounded, and her eyes were full of disbelief.
Tian Yun, is it actually Lu Ming