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In the Putuo Mountain Alliance, among the golden Buddhas, Emperor Sakyamuni, Dazizai Buddha, Dark Demon God and others sat around the conference table and listened to the report of the scouts.
"That's about it!"
The leader of the scouts used concise words to clearly introduce the process of meeting the mysterious man. In addition, he also took out a battle array disk, which recorded some scenes they saw.
That was the scene of Lin Ming fighting against the four top Heavenly Venerates, and Hunyuan Tiangong's lasing beams, instantly killing ancient starry sky beasts and iron lion warships.
Looking at the scene in the array, the Tianzun present could hardly describe the feeling in their hearts.
Shock, excitement, worry, joy, all kinds of emotions came to my heart, making the entire hall silent for a long time.
The scenes in the array disk lasted for about fifteen minutes. Due to the haste of recording and the distance between them, many scenes were very blurry, including Lin Ming's face, which was not recorded very clearly.
However, this does not prevent the heroes of the human race present to restore the scene that happened at that time.
Such a fierce battle process made their hearts fluctuate, and even their blood boiled!
Especially when seeing the black dragon biting the ancient beasts in the starry sky, Lin Ming violently beating the top Celestial Venerable, and the Hunyuan Tiangong smashing the Saint Race fleet to pieces like a meat grinder, many human warriors couldn't help clenching their fists, their eyes flickering. The glow of excitement.
Tuobagui couldn't help but punched himself on the chest. This scene was so depressing. Just a few days ago, the scene where they fought against the Second Legion of the Saint Race was vivid in his memory. However, Tuoba Gui was driven crazy by the feeling of being unable to deal with the other party.
The human race, who had been suppressed for too long, finally saw the hope of victory. Although they were still silent in the long night, they had already seen the dawn of dawn.
"This mysterious man is simply a myth! For him, there seems to be nothing that cannot be achieved!"
The Dark Lord said that he admired Lin Ming from the bottom of his heart. In fact, he had roughly discerned that Lin Ming's strength surpassed that of the top Celestial Venerable, and could barely be described as the invincible Celestial Venerable. This kind of combat power is actually stronger than Emperor Sakyamuni, and much worse than the true god.
According to common sense, it is difficult for a person who is not even an ordinary true god to play a vital role in the battle that swept the two races.
But the result was so bizarre, this mysterious man did it, he almost turned the tide of the battle by himself!
"Maybe you shouldn't call him the mysterious man, but you should call him Lin Ming."
Di Shakya smiled and said, how many years, Di Shakya has not shown such a heartfelt smile.
"Lin Ming... have you made a decision?"
The Dark Lord looked over. He didn't have much contact with Lin Ming, that is, he met Lin Ming once at the Demon Emperor's birthday banquet. The rest of the time, his understanding of Lin Ming was only from rumors and hearsay.
"it's him!"
Jun Biyue stroked the rusty longsword in her bosom, and said affirmatively that he still had a fresh memory of the fight with Lin Ming in the first martial arts meeting in God's Domain.
Di Sakyamuni said: "He called Xiao Moxian Xian'er. In the entire thirty-three days, there were not many people who could call Xiao Moxian that. , the superposition of multiple coincidences is no longer a coincidence, but an inevitability."
"Lin Ming is not dead, he is back!"
"He is a person who can bring miracles. He reappeared after more than 6,000 years. He will definitely bring us a turning point!"
When Di Shakya spoke, he couldn't help but clenched the armrest of the stone chair, which showed the excitement in his heart.
Many young disciples have noticed Di Shakya's demeanor. In their impression, Di Shakya, as the commander-in-chief of the Mount Putuo Alliance, can be said to be the second leader of the human race. He is very calm at any time, rarely See him so groggy.
"Is that person really that powerful? Can he bring us a turning point if he is not as powerful as the true god? The Holy Emperor of Creation is a strong one among the true gods."
Some disciples of the younger generation couldn't help but say.
The young disciples who can sit in this conference room are all geniuses. Most of them were born in the wild universe. When they were born, Lin Ming "died". Bringing the decree of the gods to the human race, the talent at the beginning was the best in thirty-three days.
In the history books of the human race, Lin Ming was described as heaven and earth, unique, and with the processing of some storytellers, Lin Ming was already omnipotent.
For these, some of the young geniuses were extremely proud, and they all worked hard with Lin Ming as their goal.
However, there are also some young geniuses who have always been skeptical about these rumors. They feel that the human race deified Lin Ming back then. This was done firstly to give the younger generation confidence, and secondly because of the self-comfort and intoxication of some people— After all, it is human nature to brag about the heroes of one's own clan.
Mo Xiao was one of the second type of people. To Lin Ming's fanatical fans, she would often only ask, "He is so powerful, why is he still dead?"
This sentence blocked the mouths of many people.
However, today, upon hearing the news that Lin Ming was not dead, Mo Xiao's eyes showed a strange look. She touched her sickle, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.
"Adjust, after two hours, we will set off!"
Di Shakya suddenly said, Lin Ming's appearance has boosted morale, but now, it is not the time to look forward to victory, because there is still a very important matter that has not been resolved, and that is the safety of Xiao Moxian.
Because the Second and Third Legions of the Holy Race were stationed nearby, the Mount Putuo Alliance could not attack at all. Now that the obstacles have been cleared, Mount Putuo will naturally march straight into the Qianlong Galaxy!
No matter how much they can help Lin Ming, they will do their best.
It should be known that the Qianlong galaxy is so big, it is not easy to find Xiao Moxian without the imprint of sound transmission, but the Son of Creation has not been found after several years of searching, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as finding a needle in a haystack.
In terms of fighting, Putuo Mountain was naturally inferior to Lin Ming in applause, but in terms of finding people, they had the advantage of having a large number of people, and they were always better than Lin Ming alone.
The golden Buddha on Mount Putuo and many spirit ships slowly broke through the void and entered the depths of the Qianlong galaxy.
When setting off on Mount Putuo, the Son of Creation also got the news.
Although the Second Legion and the Third Legion were defeated, there were actually more spirit ships left, and among them was the intelligence department of the Holy Palace of Creation.
They reported all the situation of Lin Ming's defeat of the Holy Clan's coalition forces to the Holy Son of Creation.
Because they were closer to Lin Ming, the information they recorded was more detailed than those recorded by the Mount Putuo scouts.
At this moment, in front of the Holy Son of Creation, the illusions projected by the battle array continued to change, one iron lion spirit ship after another was shattered, and one ancient starry sky beast was killed one after another.
In the entire hall, there were only these silent scenes, and there was no sound other than that. Dozens of high-ranking generals of the Holy Race held their breath, and needles could be heard in the hall.
Seeing such a scene, they were terrified, and they also knew how exciting this would be to the Son of Creation!
One must know that the several major armies of the holy clan were originally transferred by the holy son of good luck to deal with the mysterious man, but the troops were defeated by Lin Ming before they reached the place, and they were defeated like water!
In front of the mysterious man, the Holy Race has experienced two major defeats, which is undoubtedly a major blow to the always proud Son of Creation!
At this moment, the Holy Son of Good Fortune is like a brewing volcano. People think that he may erupt at any time, but until the scene in the formation is over, the Holy Son of Good Fortune is extremely silent.
He propped his elbows on the table, and his face was hidden in the shadow of his arms, so that no one could see his expression at all.
The orderly who was in charge of sending the battle array did not dare to show his breath, lest he would be killed by the anger of the Holy Son of Creation.
"Back off!"
The Son of Creation suddenly said that the messenger left the meeting hall sweating as if he had been granted an amnesty.
All the generals looked at the Son of Creation, but they did not expect him to be so quiet.
"You also retreat."
The Son of Creation waved his hand, and he stood up from his seat. Only then did people see that the eyes of the Son of Creation were already red. He was like a raging wild beast, which made everyone fearful.
The generals in the hall looked at each other and exited the meeting room one after another, leaving only the Holy Son of Creation, who clenched the armrest of the chair tightly, his eyes flickering with murderous intent.
"Is it still you after all... The destined showdown..."
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