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"Du... Senior Dugu!"
The middle-aged fat man with an ashen-colored face and one-legged king of the world seemed to him like a god, so he was killed like a chicken
The middle-aged fat man felt like he was dreaming.
Lin Ming's shot seemed ordinary, why couldn't the one-legged world king dodge it
It should be said that in the cognition of the middle-aged fat man, even if the One-legged Realm King didn't dodge the shot just now, it shouldn't hurt him at all.
Not only the middle-aged fat man, but everyone present was a little dazed. With their eyesight, they naturally couldn't tell the mystery of the law contained in Lin Ming's shot just now. He couldn't even judge the speed of Lin Ming's shot just now, because the law of space Lin Ming's gun speed gave people the illusion of being infinite, as if he was slowing down.
"You...you are the human from the Imperial City!"
The middle-aged fat man still remembered Lin Ming. When he was in the Imperial City, Lin Ming's identity as a human race gave him some impression. However, his expression changed in an instant, as if he realized something terrible.
He was not stupid, he instantly thought of who Lin Ming was!
However, before he could shout, the Phoenix Blood Spear stabbed the middle-aged fat man's throat.
Seeing the stabbing of the phoenix blood spear, the middle-aged fat man wanted to dodge, but at that moment, he felt that his body was locked by an inexplicable force of law, and he couldn't move at all, so he could only watch helplessly. Come.
"Is this the reason why Senior Dugu couldn't avoid being killed?"
This was the last thought of the middle-aged fat man in Yuanmeng Battlefield, and the next moment. With a soft "poof", the spear pierced through the throat.
The middle-aged fat man lost his breath.
Killed two people in a row, including top experts like the one-legged world king. But Lin Ming didn't show any terrifying aura at all, and he didn't even move his footsteps.
Such a scene is terrifying.
"Killing God Lin Mu..."
Some people spoke with difficulty, and their news was not closed. Of course, they knew that in the past year, there was a terrifying young man who killed Wangui Tianzun, and kept hunting and killing the king of the realm and the king of the great realm.
The great realm king who is unattainable to others. For Lin Mu, it was just merit points.
Combining with what Lin Ming said before killing the One-legged Realm King - "One billion merit points... finally enough."
How could people not understand Lin Ming's identity.
"He has killed enough... a billion merits..."
It was hard for people to imagine the feats Lin Ming mentioned. It must be an unimaginable astronomical number of net merits after removing his bone age.
Lin Ming turned his head and glanced at everyone present, this one. It almost terrified many people.
"get out."
Lin Ming opened his mouth, he didn't even bother to kill these shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
Many people fled in all directions as if they were granted amnesty.
However, many disciples of Xiaoji Palace stayed because their senior sister Yu Luo didn't move.
Yu Luo looked at Lin Ming, hesitant to speak but stopped...
Lin Ming took a look at Yu Luo. During this trip to Yuanmeng Battlefield, Lin Ming met Xiaoji Palace disciples twice. It was also considered destined, and Lin Ming entered the battlefield of Yuanmeng with the help of the token of Xiaoji Palace.
"The water lotus of the dark spring. I'll see you off."
Lin Ming had already heard the name of this elixir from the previous battles between Xiaoji Palace and other forces. This is an elixir whose value is inferior to the supreme elixir, and Lin Ming didn't need it.
Sending the elixir to the Xiaoji Palace is also considered as the end of this period of karma.
"Lin Mu..."
Yu Luo still wanted to say something, but when she spoke. Lin Ming's figure had disappeared between heaven and earth, only his voice was there. Still echoing in the valley.
As time passed, the name of the Killing God Lin Mu gradually faded away after a period of heyday. He appeared less frequently, and in the end, he almost disappeared.
However, at this time, the masters of the original dream battlefield, except for a Chaos Demon God who is still hiding somewhere in the battlefield, most of the others have fallen.
And Lin Ming, once again returned to the secret realm where the master of the Asura Road fought against the ancient king of the soul race, began to comprehend the relics of the laws here.
His cultivation has broken through too quickly, and he needs time to straighten himself out.
Time passed quietly, Lin Ming was meditating on the edge of the abyss, while the girl in red was wandering in this secret place like a ghost, she would often be in a daze not far from Lin Ming, sitting in the dark On the cliff wall, the distant stars in the sky are reflected, as if recalling the ancient events of long time ago.
Lin Ming didn't know how many things the red-clothed girl remembered, but she felt that her speech became more and more smooth these days, and she wouldn't stutter for a long time at every turn.
In this way, the three-year period has arrived...
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Outside the original dream battlefield, in the imperial city.
A strong breath rose into the sky.
The flowing clouds in the sky were torn apart like cloth.
A majestic palace, exuding a sun-like light, is extremely dazzling, suspended in the void, awe-inspiring.
Some of the maids standing outside the palace, all of them were introverted, obviously with extraordinary cultivation.
There is also a golden chariot like a mountain, emitting infinite light, faintly competing with that strange palace in the void, making people afraid to look directly at it.
In addition, there is a powerful figure standing in the clouds, shadowy and vague, you can't see what it looks like, but the vast aura emanating from the body is as deep as the sea, and it must be an absolute strong man. No one dares to underestimate.
These are the big forces from all sides, and they came here to welcome those arrogances from their own groups who entered the battlefield of Yuanmeng.
"The original dream battlefield is about to close, and my descendants will definitely shine and suppress the heroes."
"Zi Ling will definitely win glory for our spirit clan, we will wait and see." A tall spirit clan king said.
"Hey, geniuses may not be generous and glorious. Some old monsters are in it. This time, so-called geniuses from many schools will be deflated." Some people whispered. It is true that geniuses are terrible, but compared to those who have been practicing for too long The old monster is naturally inferior.
If some old monsters attacked young Junjie regardless of their status, those geniuses would also suffer heavy losses.
The scene became more and more grand, and many forces stepped into the Yuanmeng Universe, entered the Emperor City, and rushed to welcome the opening of the Yuanmeng Battlefield.
The original dream battlefield is only a part of the original dream universe. The original dream universe is too vast. It covers the seventh heaven of the soul world. There is more than one original dream battlefield, and different original dream battlefields have different opening times.
It is easy to enter the original dream universe, but to enter the original dream battlefield, you need tokens, even the number of tokens of the big forces is extremely limited.
High in the sky, the boundless purple gate exudes a magnificent light, which is dazzling.
An inexplicable mighty force overflowed.
This gate has been closed for the past three years, and it is slowly opening at this moment, which also indicates that Yuanmeng Battlefield will be closed soon.
"Out."
Among the crowd, someone shouted excitedly. Some forces that are usually at odds are more concerned about the results of the battle, hoping that their disciples can overwhelm the opponent and save the opponent's face.
For many forces, the results of Yuanmeng Battlefield are related to the development of their sect, how can they not be nervous!
At this moment, there was a loud bang in the purple gate, and countless figures flickered and appeared in the air waves.
A strong breath of iron and blood came and went one after another.
Many forces greeted them.
A young man flew up to an old man, handed out the token, and the old man laughed.
"My good boy, well done. Hehe, it really made grandpa look good." The old man lovingly stroked the young man's head, and he knew the meritorious token that was secretly shining in his grandson's hand. Sun Tzu must have killed a lot of people, which made him very relieved.
"Okay, the members of my Tree Blood Clan are pretty good. This time, we have killed fifty-six people. Well, there are also the peak Holy Lord? Good, I am very satisfied." The elder of the Tree Blood Clan looked at the people who came out. The strange turbans wrapped around the foreheads of several tree-blood youths exuded mysterious power, which was very strange.
"What? You are the only one left in our sect? Who did it!" Some elders also wailed, looking at the scarred disciple in front of them, full of evil spirits.
"People from the Dongfang family... actually set up a frame... You are so nice, yet so vicious!" Some heads were also gnashing their teeth.
All forces are in the crowd, trying to find their disciples and disciples.
Some forces are extremely happy to see that their disciples are outstanding. There are also some strengths who are gnashing their teeth, secretly preparing for revenge in their hearts.
For a time, the wind was surging.
In front of the wall of the Emperor's God, there were crowds of people. ()R655
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