Chapter 1402: A Covenant of 0 Years (Congratulations to PigEon Leader)

"Lin Ming!"

On the side of the human race, many Heavenly Venerates were shocked, but at this time, most of the Heavenly Venerates simply couldn't make it.

At the critical moment, the figure of a middle-aged man in white flashed, appearing in front of Lin Ming like a flash of white lightning, facing the black shadow, punched out!

"Boom!"

With a terrifying loud noise, the conference table of the Ancient God Stone was completely shattered.

The terrifying aftermath shot out indiscriminately. This was a battle between a Heavenly Venerate level figure. Even if Lin Ming was guarded by the man in white, he kept retreating.

"Pong!"

Lin Ming swung out a heavy pistol, knocking out a few aftermaths of his true essence, but he himself flew out backwards, slammed into the wall heavily, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his face was extremely pale.

He was seriously injured by the blow just now!

What a character the Holy Emperor of Fortune is, even if his realm has fallen, even if the Son of Fortune can only mobilize a limited part of his power in the magic bead, the power is unimaginable!

Once this force locked onto Lin Ming, even if someone helped Lin Ming to block it, Lin Ming would still be injured under the pull of the Qi machine!

In the final analysis, Lin Ming was too weak.

The cultivation level of the divine transformation period is equivalent to the ordinary half-step holy master. In this conference hall, it is an ant-like existence.

Even the weakest Holy Son of Good Fortune is dozens of times stronger than Lin Ming, hundreds of times!

What's more, the Holy Son of Fortune was covered by a True God powerhouse, and all kinds of resources and magical treasures were provided to him in every possible way. He was definitely not something that Lin Ming could compare to.

"I'm too weak!"

Lin Ming touched his chest, although the flesh there was still good. But the internal meridians and blood vessels are already in a mess, corroded by dark forces, and it is difficult to recover without three or five days of effort.

In this conference hall, any excessively violent collision would most likely involve Lin Ming in his death! Therefore, when Lin Ming had to enter the conference hall at the beginning, God Master Tongtian would be so opposed to it.

This is where the weak mourn.

"I want to inherit Hunyuan Tianzun's last wish,

To regain the Hongmeng Lingzhu, to achieve the peak of martial arts, but also to inherit the legacy of Fengshen Tianzun. lead mankind. I survived this catastrophe, but now I am too weak, a battle aftermath. It might kill me. What else is there to talk about? "

Lin Ming clenched his fists. Nails dig deep into the flesh.

He needs to become stronger, he needs to become stronger quickly, peace between the human race and the holy race. Maybe it will only last for a thousand years, in this thousand years, if he can't grow up, what will he use to realize those dreams and determinations?

"Lin Ming, are you alright!"

Tianzun Haoyu protected Lin Ming behind him, and said in a deep voice, Tianzun Haoyu's situation was not very good. He collided with the power of the Holy Emperor of Creation. Although he was not injured, he was extremely embarrassed.

He stared at the Holy Son of Fortune angrily. This was the scene of the negotiation, and he didn't make a sound. The moment he made his move, it was a killer move, and he wanted to kill Lin Ming.

"You little bastard, you dare to kill people at the negotiation scene, how can my human race allow you!"

Haoyu Tianzun is also hot-tempered, and he raised this matter to racial honor in one sentence, which immediately made the atmosphere in the field even more tense!

"Hahaha!" The Son of Fortune laughed wildly, "What did you call me just now? You dare to speak to me like that? What kind of thing are you, at the age of tens of millions of years, you are only worthy of the Heavenly Venerate middle class, and in the future you will be the same. Stop here, in my eyes, you are a waste! Thousands of years later, you will be a real beast to me, and I will kill you like slaughtering animals, effortlessly! "

"What did you say!?" Haoyu Tianzun was furious, his whole body was full of blood, and he couldn't help but start.

The Holy Son of Fortune didn't care, and sneered, "Don't you understand what I said? If you have the guts, after three hundred years, you and I will fight to death! Dare?"

The Son of Fortune spoke aggressively, and Tianzun Haoyu's expression froze, and the blood on his body seemed to rush to his face.

He certainly remembered that at the beginning of the meeting, Vulcan had conflicted with the Son of Fortune, and the Son of Fortune proposed a battle for hundreds of years. Vulcan almost agreed, but was stopped by Shenmeng Tianzun.

Shenmeng Tianzun did this, apparently thinking that after hundreds of years, the Vulcan would not be the opponent of the Son of Fortune!

Haoyu Tianzun is more convinced of Shenmeng Tianzun's vision.

And the potential of Haoyu Tianzun is even slightly worse than that of Vulcan. Now facing the challenge of creating the Son of God, he is in a dilemma!

If you agree, the probability of success is to die in battle.

But don't agree. In this tense atmosphere, when it comes to personal dignity and the glory of the human race, if you back down, you will weaken the momentum of the human race and lose your face.

Human beings have a three-point blood, and a person's life is also a dignity, especially when they reach the realm of Heavenly Venerate!

At this time, Shenmeng Tianzun and others are still confronting the four guardians, Haoyu Tianzun is almost ready to fight this battle!

At this moment, Lin Ming took the Phoenix Blood Spear and took a step forward, walking in front of Tianzun Haoyu.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "Senior Haoyu, since it's a hundred-year battle, why don't you let this junior come!"

Lin Ming's voice was very casual, as if this battle was no big deal to him.

"Huh?" Haoyu Tianzun was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't react.

At this time, Lin Ming was already looking at the Holy Son of Fortune, and the blood phoenix spear pointed directly at the center of the forehead of the Holy Son of Fortune. Above the tip of the spear, a cold light flickered, making people unable to open their eyes, "How about you and me fighting? Years, as long as a hundred years, a hundred years later, you will decide to live and die, do you dare to promise?"

While Lin Ming was speaking, he was smiling, revealing his white teeth stained with blood.

This scene shocked everyone.

Lin Ming actually wanted to fight with the Son of Fortune for a hundred years?

For a time, even Tianzun's confrontation slowed down.

No one can deny Lin Ming's genius, but in the eyes of many people, the Divine Sea War Divine Sovereign is a lot worse than the Divine Sovereign War Realm King.

In other words, Lin Ming is not as good as the Holy Son of Fortune, not to mention the Holy Son of Fortune and the divine artifact such as the Hongmeng Lingzhu to assist in his cultivation. He has the unreserved cultivation of a true God powerhouse like the Holy Emperor of Fortune, and all kinds of inheritances are imparted to each other!

Such a character, only he surpasses others, and no one surpasses him.

However, Lin Ming actually wanted to use a hundred years to catch up with the Holy Son of Fortune. What kind of courage is this!

"Lin Ming! Don't be impulsive!" Tianzun Haoyu said hurriedly, he knew that Lin Ming was doing it for himself. Lin Ming was unwilling to owe others favors. Before, Tianzun Haoyu blocked a blow for Lin Ming, and Lin Ming took up the challenge for Tianzun Haoyu.

One love and one love.

"A hundred years to fight me? Hahahaha!" The Holy Son of Fortune laughed, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, "I admit that you are a talent, the first in the human race and the second in martial arts, which is not bad, but it's a pity that you compare with me. Get up, it's still a long way off! If our cultivation base is reversed now, you are in the late stage of Divine Sovereign, and I am in the early stage of sacred transformation. After a hundred years, you and I will fight, and you may still win. Unfortunately, our cultivation base is reversed. , I'm one and a half realm higher than you! Not to mention a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, you can't surpass me, but the gap between you and me will only get bigger and bigger!"

Lin Ming and the Holy Son of Fortune, one was in the early stage of divine transformation, and the other was in the later stage of the holy monarch realm, which was equivalent to the divine monarch. Besides, Lin Ming wants to catch up with the Son of Fortune within a hundred years!

A hundred years later, the Holy Son of Fortune may reach the realm of the Holy Master, or even touch the threshold of the Realm King. At that time, his strength will not be far from the Heavenly Venerate.

The difficulty in this can be imagined!

"This kid is crazy! Actually a hundred years of civil war for my clan's holy son, courting death!" A holy clan Tianzun sneered.

"Hey, he thought that the Holy Son of Fortune was chosen at random? The Holy Son is the next Holy Emperor destined by my Holy Clan. As soon as he was born, he gathered the great luck of my Holy Clan. With such a blessing, his luck is not good. Great!"

"Yes, the Holy Son of our clan has repeatedly been in danger of life and death, not only did not fall, but also obtained many treasures, and now he is accompanied by the Hongmeng Lingzhu, in terms of adventure, no one in the world can match, in terms of inheritance, it is also the first in the world, resources Needless to say, as for aptitude, he has both the blood of the Holy Emperor of Fortune and the Holy Heavenly Demon Concubine. He was soaked in the heaven and earth spirit medicine since he was a child, and even a divine beast was integrated into his body. The root bone is surprisingly good. He is someone who will become a true God in the future!"

"Haha, these things, how could this fool know, he thought that he was invincible in the world after he won the second place in the first martial arts of the gods in the human race!"

The saints were talking about each other, and these discussions did not use real yuan to transmit voices, and directly passed to the ears of the human beings. Every time they said a word, the faces of the human beings became ugly.

With the bloodlines of the Holy Emperor of Fortune and the Holy Heavenly Demon Concubine, there is a race of great luck, and the body is also integrated into the primordial embryo of the beast, not to mention various inheritances and resources.

How can there still be such a person in the world, what does the destined saint emperor mean? Could it be that every generation of the saints will have a character born to be a saint?

Even the Heavenly Venerate Shenmeng and Heavenly Venerate Haoyu, who knew Lin Ming's potential, felt that Lin Ming was too reckless this time.

"Lin Ming..." Heavenly Venerate Shenmeng took a deep breath, "Why did you make a one-hundred-year agreement? I know that you harbor a world-shattering secret, but no matter how big your secret is, it won't surpass that of the Hongmeng Spirit Pearl. In terms of adventures, I am afraid that you are not as good as the Holy Son of Fortune, and this Holy Son of Fortune is born with great luck. I have no objection if you engage in a battle with him, because sooner or later there will be a battle between you, but you set a period of 100 years, which is too short. It's gone!"

Lin Ming pondered slightly. Before the battle, he had never thought that the Holy Son of Fortune would be so lucky, but he had no regrets. He said, "Thank you, Senior Shenmeng for your advice, this junior is not overconfident or arrogant when he sets a period of 100 years. But to put enough pressure on myself, the peace between the human race and the holy race will not exceed a thousand years, and may even be shorter. When the real catastrophe breaks out, if the younger generation does not have the strength of a half-step true god, how can we talk about confrontation? robbery?"

(Thanks to Meng, becoming another leader of Wuji, and to Wushang Zhonglin for the 40,000 reward. Thank you. The matter is almost finished. I can only say that I will try my best to write.)

...(To be continued..)