Chapter 1904 Good Fortune Saint Emperor

Chapter 1904: The Holy Emperor of Fortune

Under the reminder of the old emperor, the warriors of the ancient relics looked out of the porthole one after another.

Through the deep porthole, a faint glow of blood appeared in the vast sea of ​​stars in the universe.

People could see clearly that it was a huge blood-colored sphere with a diameter of seven or eight thousand miles.

On the upper part of the blood-colored sphere, there are dozens of blood dragons that are reckless. These blood-dragons have only half of their bodies, and are bred from the blood-colored sphere, just like the tentacles of the blood-colored sphere.

The blood dragon roared, revealing scarlet fangs.

The warriors of the Taikoo relics who were present were stunned for a while when they saw the sudden appearance of this terrifying giant beast.

It is not like any known ferocious beasts or divine beasts, but it exudes an aura that is ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than divine beasts!

Facing this terrifying monster, the Heavenly Venerate of the Taikoo Relics only felt his heart tremble!

The speed of the blood-colored monster was extremely fast. It was still in the depths of the starry sky, but after a few breaths, it flew silently like a blood-colored ghost.

Scarlet, filling the universe, this feeling is like a drop of blood seeping into the clear water, slowly spreading, occupying people's field of vision.

"What is this..."

Rao was Tuoba Gui, the Heavenly Clan's war emperor who had never been willing to admit defeat, and felt guilty at this time.

On the side of the Primordial Protoss, the old God Sovereign breathed a sigh of relief. His old face was completely pale at this time. He looked at the porthole and said nothing for a long time. His heart was slowly sinking.

He probably guessed the origin of this monster.

Billions of years ago, the Immemorial Remnant Clan also fought against the Saint Clan. In the ancient relics' books, there are records of this terrifying monster.

Just according to the information obtained by the writers of the classics, this monster should have had its soul wiped out billions of years ago and fell into a permanent sleep.

Why...it reappears here?

Thinking of the horror of this monster described in the ancient books of the God Race, the old god emperor felt a deep despair!

"Could it be... Is it really destiny... Heaven will kill my God Race?"

The old God Emperor murmured to himself, his words were heard by many Heavenly Venerates of the ancient relics, and they all looked at the old God Emperor in astonishment, "Your Majesty, what is it?"

At this time, not far from the old god emperor of the gods, the patriarch of the heavenly clan spoke, his voice trembled a little, and the whole person seemed to have aged a lot at this moment.

"It's probably... 'Huang', the totem holy beast of the saints... Billions of years ago, 'Huang' was rampant in the world, and I don't know how many lives it devoured, including even the true god."

"What? Devouring True God?"

The warriors of the Taikoo relics present were shocked.

Now in the entire thirty-three days, there are only two races with true gods, that is, the soul race and the holy race, and the total number of true gods they have is also very few! Among them, there are also some mysterious true gods who intend to go into seclusion, do not want to participate in the disputes in the world, and even cannot verify their life and death.

"I didn't expect that 'Huang' still exists in the world..." said an old man from the Roaring Bone Clan, shaking his head with emotion. In the presence of Tianzun, not many people have read these ancient books, after all, there is no record about 'Huang', Taikoo There are not many leftovers.

"With our present strength,

To overcome this catastrophe, we must kill the Holy Emperor of Creation... This is an almost impossible task, but now, there is still a 'wild'..."

The old man of the Roaring Bone clan looked away from the porthole, propped up the seat, and sat down staggeringly, feeling extremely depressed.

As the patriarch of the Roaring Bone Clan, he is also one of the leaders of the Taikoo Remaining Clan. Logically speaking, at this critical moment of breaking through, he could not say such depressing words that would damage morale, but he was really desperate.

The appearance of "Huang" made him feel that the world was about to collapse.

"'Huang'...Is it stronger than the Holy Emperor Creation?"

At this time, someone spoke up, and the person who asked the question was Lin Ming. He had already taken the soul-raising pill. Now, while meditating quickly, he also saw a terrifying monster outside the porthole.

"Yes...According to the records of ancient books, it may be more powerful than the holy emperor, and...it is definitely more terrifying than the holy emperor. It can swallow, swallow the stars in one breath, swallow hundreds of millions of lives, and even Devour a world, devour everything, the more you devour, the stronger it will be, and the speed at which it destroys this world is a hundred times faster than the creation of the Holy Emperor!"

"I see..." Lin Ming's gaze also sank. Facing this catastrophe, his heart was even a little lost.

In the face of the Saint Race whose strength is completely disproportionate to that of the human race, and the Soul Race who do not know the opponent's purpose and have always maintained a sense of mystery...

The human environment is extremely complicated!

Think about the strange conversation between the soul queen and Shengmei, and the meeting between the old boy who is not sure whether he is an enemy or a friend.

The catastrophe came, and everything was turbulent and confusing.

He is a small holy master peak martial artist, no matter how many opportunities, no matter how strong the law is, and there is no strong foundation of cultivation, in this great calamity, he is just an inconspicuous little wave , what should I do?

Lin Ming's heart felt extremely tired, Sheng Mei's words resounded unconsciously in his ears: "Give it up, get out of this whirlpool, because all your efforts are in vain... Even for 3.6 billion years. The former leader of the True God of the Human Race—Fengshen Tianzun, he was originally a peerless man, a true dragon in the world, but he shouldered the fate of the Human Race and finally died in battle for the Human Race, which is a pity!”

Lin Ming closed his eyes slightly and clenched his fists tightly. Because of the excessive force, his knuckles were squeezing!

"Look at that monster's back!"

There is a Tianzun of the ancient relics said.

People looked around and saw that there were two people on the back of the blood-colored monster.

A tall, middle-aged man wearing a golden cloak, and a young man with sharp eyebrows and stern eyes.

Seeing these two people, the old god emperor's expression suddenly changed, "That middle-aged man is... the Holy Emperor of Fortune! Why is his body... linked to 'Huang'?"

The old god emperor said incredulously, the legs of the holy emperor of good fortune have fallen into Huang's body, and it is obvious that Huang's flesh and blood spread to the holy emperor of good fortune, and the blood vessels are connected together.

This kind of feeling is like a wasteland swallowing up the Holy Emperor of Creation.

However, reason told him that things couldn't be like this, maybe the opposite... The creation of the Holy Emperor has swallowed Huang, or Huang has become the avatar of the Holy Emperor of Fortune!

"It turns out...he is the Holy Emperor of Creation..."

Lin Ming looked at the middle-aged man wearing a golden cloak. This was the first time he had seen the Holy Emperor of Fortune. He only felt that the other person's gaze seemed to pass through the layers of space, as if they were looking at him.

This is a very strange feeling. It is clearly separated by the distant starry sky and the protective layer of the "Hope". It is impossible for the other party to see him, but for some reason, Lin Ming feels that the Holy Emperor of Fortune is looking at him, as if two There is no barrier between people.

On the side of the Holy Emperor Fortune, was Lin Ming's acquaintance—the Holy Son of Fortune.

At this time, the face of the Holy Son of Fortune was full of scornful smiles. This was the smile of a victor, with a trace of pity and a trace of ridicule!

At this moment, what Lin Ming did not expect was that the Son of Fortune suddenly spoke up.

His voice, using energy as the medium, spreads across millions of miles of starry sky in the universe.

"Lin Ming! I know you are on that spirit ship! Today is your death date! Hahaha!"

"The period of your one-hundred-year engagement has not come yet, isn't it? Unfortunately, you won't have this chance. Today, you will be killed!"

The Son of Fortune's voice was frantic, and Lin Ming's heart was stagnant. The Holy Emperor Fortune, as expected, knew that he was in the Primordial God Race!

Why does he know his whereabouts?

Lin Ming has been careful to hide himself, making sure that he has not been discovered by the saints.

In this case, the whereabouts are still leaked, then either the Protoss has spies, or Shengmei revealed it to the Holy Emperor of Fortune.

The possibility of being a spy is actually not very likely, because the Primordial Clan did not know about Lin Ming's holiday with the Saint Clan, and after the battle plan was finalized, in order to prevent the information from being leaked, all the senior officials of the Primordial God Clan who knew the information were restricted from moving.

So is it... Shengmei?

Lin Ming frowned slightly. Although he and Sheng Mei were no longer friends, maybe even enemies, Lin Ming still didn't believe that Sheng Mei would betray him.

Perhaps, when he left the Soul Clan and entered the Primordial Universe, he might not be locked by the Soul Emperor. This was not difficult for the Soul Emperor.

"Soul Emperor...do you want to kill me?"

This thought flashed through Lin Ming's mind, and at this moment, in the starry sky, that huge blood cell suddenly burst out!

"Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!"

Above the blood spheres, the dozens of blood-colored dragons roared and slaughtered!

These blood dragons, with their invincible murderous intent, tear apart the void and dance wildly!

And their targets are all "Hope" spirit ships!

"Oops!"

The faces of the Heavenly Venerates sitting in front of the "Hope" formation changed greatly. They tried their best to control the formation and change the direction of the "Hope".

However, with their control ability, how can they compare to the "wildness"?

"Boom!"

A loud noise came, and dozens of tentacles of evil dragons slammed heavily on the protective layer of "Hope"!

The "Hope" shook, and the sky was spinning. The Heavenly Venerates present had to use energy to stabilize their bodies, but the ordinary people of the ancient remnants were miserable. They exclaimed that some people were even injured in this violent impact.

"Damn!"

Tuoba Gui was extremely angry in his heart. He was about to escape, and he was about to rush to the wall of sighing.

"With one blow just now, the energy of the hull has been consumed by 2%!"

The Heavenly Venerate of the Roaring Bone Clan reported that a single attack by Huang lost 2% of its energy, which was almost equivalent to an attack by the ancient Shura Cannon. After a few attacks, the energy of the "Hope" would be consumed. Empty!

"Hahaha! Lin Ming, aren't you very strong? What? Are you unable to fight back?"

The voice of the Son of Good Fortune echoed in the starry sky, wanton and arrogant.

(Fourth and 12,000 are completed. I was very apprehensive when I said it yesterday, but I still did it today. After writing for a whole day, I finally finished it.)

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