Chapter 1961 The Clone of Desolation

On the horizon in the distance of the Shura Sea, a young man wearing a golden armor slowly flew over. This golden armored youth was tall and had a fiery red cloak on his back.

His cultivation base has reached the top of the Great Realm King, approaching the half-step Heavenly Venerate.

Originally, this cultivation base was nothing at all in a big scene like the final trial. Not to mention the Great Realm King, there were more than one real Heavenly Venerate among the warriors present.

However, the appearance of this young man still caused some people's pupils to shrink slightly. Obviously, they were extremely jealous of this golden-armored young man.

"It really is him..."

Lin Ming said silently, this young man in golden armor is very familiar to Lin Ming, he is the Holy Son of Creation!

The current progress of the Holy Son of Fortune is faster than that of Lin Ming, but this is also reasonable. First, the Holy Son of Fortune is older than Lin Ming, and secondly, the law that the Holy Son of Fortune cultivates is much simpler than Lin Ming. .

In addition, Lin Ming had to be reincarnated to rebuild. Although there was no bottleneck in the rebuilding, it was inevitable that it would take too much time.

"The Son of Fortune, he actually came..."

Lin Ming muttered to himself, he actually really wanted to find a way to kill the Son of Fortune, but now was obviously not the time.

At this moment, Lin Ming's expression suddenly changed, Zhi Jian created the sea level under the Son of God, and a storm suddenly erupted!

For a time, violent energy surged out, and the monstrous ocean waves swept the world. A dark red spherical creature rose from the sea, like a bloody sun!

Around this bloody day, the sea water of the Shura Sea boiled directly, and a large amount of evaporated water vapor rose up, forming clouds in the sky.

As this terrifying aura came out, the divine beasts that flew to the Shura Sea before were a little scared. They flinched and retreated, as if they were full of fear for the bloody sun in the sea.

"Go here..."

Many Asura Road warriors were stunned for a while. Most of them had never felt such a terrifying aura.

Among these people, Lin Ming, who was originally silent, at this moment, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he wanted to tear the space and escape almost instantly.

No one knows that dark red blood sphere better than him, it is an abyss demon, Huang!

"how is this possible?"

Lin Ming was extremely surprised, how could Huang appear here? Could it be that the Holy Emperor of Creation is also here?

Lin Ming held his breath. If he really faced the Sage Emperor of Fortune, his reborn art would endure a great challenge!

After all, Lin Ming once confronted the Holy Emperor of Fortune head-on. He didn't expect that after his reincarnation, he would definitely be able to hide the perception of the Holy King of Fortune's "Baidu no sailing text".

"Um... not right!"

Suddenly, Lin Ming's heart moved. He stared at the blood-red sphere that had already floated out of the sea. Judging from the curvature alone, the size of this blood-colored sphere was much smaller than what Lin Ming had seen before.

Huang's body, thousands of miles in diameter, is as big as a star.

And the blood-red sphere in front of him is probably only a few hundred miles in diameter, which is insignificant.

Moreover, although the aura of this blood-colored sphere is similar to Huang, it is actually much weaker. Obviously, it is not really Huang.

And the Holy Emperor of Fortune is not on this blood-colored sphere. It seems that the Son of Fortune actually controls it.

"This smaller blood-colored sphere, shouldn't it be... a descendant of Huang?"

This thought suddenly flashed through Lin Ming's mind, his heart was cold, a desert was already extremely terrifying, if it could still produce offspring, it would be unimaginable.

Huang's attribute is to devour, if this goes on, perhaps the entire universe will be swallowed up by Huang!

"What the hell is that thing?"

In the Shura Sea, someone asked with trembling.

Many of them were the first to see such a terrifying creature.

Originally, in their opinion, the divine beast was already the supreme beast of all the beasts in this universe. Although it is said that there are one or two super beasts in the depths of the Shura Sea that can rival the true gods, the legend is just a legend, and no one has ever seen it.

In front of him, this terrifying thing can actually make the gods and beasts fear, is it a terrifying existence of the true god level?

"It's a waste!"

On a luxurious sea-viewing platform, Grandma Jin Feng said slowly, she looked at Huang with strange gleams in her eyes.

Lin Ming listened attentively to "Qihang, Young Master Meng☆Xingmeng". After so many years, he had been away from God's Domain for a long time, and he had no idea what the situation of the Saint Clan was or what the strength of the Saint Emperor was.

"Huang? Is that the one that is not legendary, the avatar of the Holy Emperor of Fortune?"

A small number of warriors on the Asura Road have also heard about the creation of the Holy Emperor. The destruction of the divine domain and the fall of the human race were originally a major event that shook the thirty-three days.

Coupled with the fact that so many Saint Race warriors have come to Shura Road recently, many people know who the leader of the Saint Race is, the Saint Emperor Good Fortune, and also know his avatar.

From the wilderness of the dark abyss.

"That's it! But to be precise, this is a clone of Huang. Huang has swallowed too many things for thousands of years, including a lot of resources, life essence, soul essence, it has begun to breed clones, so , it devours faster and grows faster..."

Grandma Jin Feng said lightly.

Lin Ming's face sank as he devoured a lot of things! ? resource? Essence of life? Soul essence?

These things will only come from God's Domain!

It is even possible that when the Holy Emperor of Fortune descended on the catastrophe and the wall of sighs began to weaken, the battle that swept the gods and the ancient tribes was just to provide bait for Huang.

Saint Race, there are not so many things to feed Huang, and it is impossible for the Holy Emperor of Creation to use his own race. Therefore, the Holy Emperor of Creation can only invade other universes.

After thinking about this, Lin Ming clenched his purple fists and clenched his teeth.

In this catastrophe, God's Domain did not know how many people died in battle, and how many sect inheritances were wiped out.

Many people were swallowed up and became part of the wasteland, their souls were also absorbed, and they couldn't die any worse.

It is even possible that the surviving compatriots of the human race will also be raised by the holy race, and then used to feed the waste.

Under the iron hoofs of the saints, the human race will be completely reduced to the fate of domestic animals.

After thinking about this, Lin Ming's eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked at the Son of Fortune who was flying slowly from afar, and his murderous intent disappeared.

At this moment, the Holy Son of Fortune was standing on Huang's back with a faint smile on his face.

When he fought against Lin Ming at the peak, the Son of Fortune was beaten to pieces, and he suffered the greatest setback in his life.

But later, the saints invaded the realm of the gods, and the son of creation led the army to attack the three thousand realms of the realm. In the three thousand realms where most of the gods were killed or fled, the son of creation was invincible and invincible. I, the confidence that had been sunk by Lin Ming had also recovered, and he found the thrill of revenge.

His cultivation will take at most two thousand years to break through Heavenly Venerate.

Moreover, the Holy Emperor of Fortune also asked him to preside over a deserted avatar!

As long as this avatar is cultivated and integrated with its own strength, the strength of the Son of Fortune will be enhanced to an unimaginable realm.

At that time, apart from the very few people in this Ning Zhou, who else can stop him?

Under this circumstance, the Holy Son of Fortune has a very good idea. This time, he was appointed to preside over the trial of the young disciples of the Holy Fortune Palace.

The Holy Son of Fortune is very satisfied with this effect. In his concept, when he already has an absolutely powerful strength, he must show his strength, making people fear and surrender!

The current saints already possess such capital.

The high-spirited Holy Son of Fortune did not notice that on a certain sea-viewing platform, there was a young man in black watching him silently.

Although there was a terrifying murderous intent in the eyes of this young man in black, it was so surprising that no one could feel it.

Because his soul power level has far surpassed everyone present, no one can find him.

"Let's start... Today is the home court of our clan, and our clan will be the only protagonist in this final trial!"

The Son of Fortune laughed.

Many local forces on Asura Road saw that the Son of Fortune was so arrogant and wanted to refute, but they had no confidence.

Their power is indeed incomparable to the Holy Palace of Creation.

At this time, under the feet of the Holy Son of Fortune, Huang's flesh and blood slowly cracked, like a pomegranate that was peeled off, revealing a group of saints!

These Saint Race heroes are the disciples sent out by the Saint Race Good Fortune Sacred Palace to participate in the final trial.

As for the Holy Son of Fortune himself, he will no longer participate in the final trial. This time, he is just the host.

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