Chapter 1828 Final Battlefield

Chapter 1828 Battlefield Final

"Du... Senior Dugu!"

The middle-aged fat man's face was ashen, the one-legged realm king, who seemed like a god to him, was killed like a chicken?

The middle-aged fat man felt like he was dreaming.

Lin Ming's shot seemed unremarkable, so why couldn't the one-legged realm king escape?

It should be said that in the perception of the middle-aged fat man, even if the one-legged realm king didn't dodge just now, he shouldn't have hurt his old man in the slightest.

Not only the middle-aged fat man, but everyone present was a little stunned. With their eyesight, they naturally couldn't tell the mystery of Lin Ming's gun just now. He couldn't even judge the speed of Lin Ming's gun just now, because of the laws of time and space. The confusion, Lin Ming's gun speed gave people the illusion of infinite, as if slow and real.

"You...you are that human being in the Imperial City!"

The middle-aged fat man still remembered Lin Ming. Back then, when he was in the Imperial City, Lin Ming's status as a human race had not impressed him, but in a blink of an eye, his expression changed, 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 in the throat.

Seeing the phoenix blood spear stabbed, the middle-aged fat man wanted to dodge, but at that moment, he felt that his body was locked by an inexplicable law force, and he couldn't move at all, he could only watch the spear stab helplessly. Come.

"Is this the reason why Senior Dugu couldn't escape being killed?"

This was the last thought of the middle-aged fat man on the Yuanmeng battlefield. In the next instant, with a soft sound of "poof", the spear pierced his throat.

The middle-aged fat man lost his breath.

Killing two people in a row, there were even top experts like the one-legged realm king, but Lin Ming didn't show any terrifying aura at all, and he didn't even move his footsteps.

Such a scene is horrifying.

"Killing God Lin Mu..."

Some people spoke with difficulty, and their news was not blocked. Of course, they knew that this year, there was a terrifying young man who killed Wangui Tianzun and kept hunting and killing the realm king and the great realm king.

The Great Realm King, who is unattainable to others, is only meritorious to Lin Mu.

Combined with what Lin Ming said before he killed the one-legged realm king - "One billion merit points... that's finally enough."

How could people not understand Lin Ming's identity?

"He's killed enough...a billion feats..."

It was hard for people to imagine that the merits Lin Ming mentioned were definitely the net merits after removing his bone age, an unimaginable astronomical number.

Lin Ming turned his head and glanced at the people present. This glance made many people almost terrified.

"get out."

Lin Ming said, he didn't even bother to kill these shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Many people fled as if they had been granted amnesty.

However, many disciples of Xiaoji Palace stayed because their senior sister Yuluo did not move.

Yu Luo looked at Lin Ming and hesitated...

Lin Ming glanced at Yu Luo. During this trip to the Yuanmeng battlefield, Lin Ming met the disciples of the Xiaoji Palace twice, which was considered a fate. Moreover, Lin Ming entered the Yuanmeng battlefield with the help of Xiaojigong's token.

"Mingquan water lotus,

Sent to you. "

Lin Ming had already heard the name of this elixir from the previous battle between Xiaojigong and other forces. It was a elixir whose value was inferior to the supreme elixir, and Lin Ming did not need it.

Giving the elixir to the Xiaoji Palace also ended this period of karma.

"Lin Mu..."

Yu Luo wanted to say something else, but when she opened her mouth, Lin Ming's figure had already disappeared between the sky and the earth, and only his voice was still echoing in the valley.

As time passed, the name of the god-killer Lin Mu, after a period of great prosperity, slowly became deserted.

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 Asura Road master and the ancient king of the soul clan fought, and began to meditate on the relics of laws here.

His cultivation broke through too fast, and he needed time to straighten himself out.

Time passed quietly, Lin Ming meditated on the edge of the abyss, but the girl in red was wandering in this secret realm like a ghost. She would often be in a daze not far from Lin Ming. On the cliff wall, the distant stars in the sky are reflected, as if recalling the ancient events before the distant years.

Lin Ming didn't know how many things the red-clothed girl remembered, but she felt that her speech had become smoother and smoother over the past few days, and she would not stutter for a long time.

That's it, the three-year period has come...

...

Outside the original dream battlefield, in the imperial city.

A strong aura rose into the sky.

The clouds in the sky were torn apart like cloth.

A majestic palace, emitting a great sun-like light, is incomparably dazzling, suspended in the void, awe-inspiring.

Some of the maids standing outside the palace, all of them were introverted, and their cultivation was obviously extraordinary.

There is also a golden chariot like a mountain, emitting infinite light, and it is faintly competing with the strange palace in the void, making people dare not look directly.

In addition, there is a powerful figure standing in the cloud, shadowy and chaotic, and it is difficult to see what it looks like, but the vast breath exuding from the body is like a sea, and it must be an absolute powerhouse. No one dares to underestimate.

These are all major forces from all sides, in order to welcome those talents in their own ethnic group who entered the battlefield of Yuanmeng.

"The original dream battlefield is about to close, and my descendants will definitely shine and suppress the elite."

"Zi Ling will definitely win glory for my Spirit Clan, we will wait and see," said a tall Spirit Clan king.

"Hey, geniuses are not necessarily brilliant. With some old monsters in them, this time, I don't know how many so-called geniuses from sects are going to die." The old monster is naturally inferior.

If there are some old monsters who don't care about their lives to play against the young and handsome, those geniuses will also lose a lot.

The scene became more and more grand, and many forces stepped into the original dream universe, entered the imperial city, and rushed to meet the opening of the original dream 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 if the number of tokens of major forces is extremely limited.

In the high sky, the boundless purple gate exudes a magnificent light, 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 the original dream battlefield is about to close.

"Out."

In the crowd, someone shouted excitedly. Some normally discordant forces are even more concerned about the outcome of the war, hoping that their disciples will be able to overwhelm the opponent and bring face to face.

For many forces, the achievements of Yuanmeng Battlefield are related to the development of their sect, how can they not be nervous!

At this moment, I saw a loud bang in the purple gate, and in the turbulent air, swish swish, countless figures flickered to the outside.

A strong iron-blooded aura, one after another.

Many forces have greeted them.

A young man flew in front of an old man, handed out the token, and the old man laughed.

"My good boy, well done. Hehe, it really makes grandpa's face bright." The old man lovingly touched the young man's head. He saw the secretly shimmering merit token in his grandson's hand, and knew he was The grandson must have killed a lot of people, which made him very happy.

"Okay, the people of my tree blood clan are good. This time, I killed fifty-six people, um, and the peak powerhouse of the Holy Master? Well, I'm very satisfied." The strange headscarves wrapped around the foreheads of a few tree blood clan youths exuded mysterious power, which was very strange.

"What? You are the only one in our sect to come out? Who did it all!" Some elders also cried out, looking at the scarred disciples in front of them, with suffocation.

"The people of the Dongfang family... actually planned to frame them... You guys are very good, you are so vicious!"

All forces are in the crowd, trying to find their own disciples and disciples.

Some forces are extremely happy to see their disciples outstanding. There are also strengths who grit their teeth, secretly preparing for revenge in their hearts.

For a time, the wind was surging.

In front of the Emperor's God Wall, there were crowds of people.