Chapter 166 Tragedy of the Human Race, Rivers of Blood, Death of the Third Prince

While Lu Mingyuan was on his way, he found that the surrounding mountains and peaks had turned into wasteland desert. In just a quarter of an hour, he experienced forest rivers, mountain barriers, plateau rainforests, and now it has turned into wasteland desert.

The landform is indeed strange, as if it was pieced together, and it does not conform to the laws of nature at all.

At this moment, the sky is dark, the sand is dry, and there is black smoke everywhere, and the flames of war are burning.

There is no sound of fighting, and it seems very quiet.

The closer to the center of the cave, the more Lu Mingyuan can see some familiar monks.

For example, the tall and strong second prince of the Dawu Dynasty was defeated by the pig demon.

He eventually died here, and many Dawu armored soldiers fell on this land.

The body was bleeding from being eaten by desert scorpions, and the internal organs were flowing everywhere. The fatal injury came from a sharp object blocking the throat.

The wound did not seem to be caused by a sword blade, but rather like being whipped by something and the neck was wiped cleanly.

Without a grandmaster, there would be no self-protection in this small world of cave heaven.

Even a mid-level fifth-grade master would not be able to survive so easily.

Along the way, he saw the guards who were trampled into a blurry meat pie by the demon army, which indirectly showed that there were many demons, but he had always avoided them, which did not mean that there were none.

For the treasures, weapons and money on these corpses, Lu Mingyuan could only be grateful and accept them with tears.

The person is dead, and it is a waste to leave the treasure here.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting, it is better to let him take it away.

This behavior of plundering opportunities has made the "Fuyuan Rolling" fate refinement rate increase very quickly.

After a while, the progress has reached more than half, climbing to 56%, and "Fubao" has also entered the intermediate level.

"Fubao (Intermediate): Every time you get an opportunity, your luck will increase significantly."

His luck accumulated rapidly, promoting more and more opportunities to harvest, and opportunities can be converted into luck, thus realizing the rolling luck, which is getting higher and higher.

Speaking of treasure opportunities, we have to mention the two huge bird eggs that he had obtained before.

It is definitely a great opportunity.

In the future, it will be quite cool to raise two human Gu Tian Diao, fly in the air, and serve as a mount. At the same time, it can be regarded as a helper. Such a beast can be cultivated to at least the middle fifth grade.

One was taken by himself, and the other was snatched from the cultivators of Zique Country.

He originally had no intention of killing people, but after hearing that these guys concealed the matter of the bird eggs, he decisively chose to take action. He believed that the judgment of the hexagram would not be wrong. Maybe they would accidentally expose their whereabouts.

Soon, Lu Mingyuan saw another corpse.

A middle-aged Luozi Hu general.

This person seemed to be the general of Jinwu Country. Lu Mingyuan only remembered that the other party's surname was Yun, and he had the cultivation level of the eighth level of Wu Fu Guanhai Realm. He originally escorted Jinwu Princess Luo Qiufu to Dayan.

He also used the Disguise Pill to change into the other party's appearance and sneak into Changle Palace.

This was one of the few deaths of a mid-level fifth-rank master that Lu Mingyuan had seen.

At this moment, General Yun had become half a corpse, lying in a pool of blood. Perhaps because the blood in his body had been drained out, his middle-aged bearded face had become quite pale and quite cold.

As he approached the center, the corpses he saw had become increasingly powerful.

Song Haitang, one of the four princes of the Song Dynasty, Lu Mingyuan remembered that he had toasted him at the banquet, but now he was dead.

The reason he remembered him was because he heard that the courtesan at Dayan Brothel was really tender, and he would definitely try it if he had a chance.

Now, his head had been bitten off by a monster, and his internal organs had been eaten, leaving only a bloody empty shell.

Behind.

Lu Mingyuan discovered the aura of a Taoist in a white robe in Lei Chi Taoist Temple, and soon found his body.

He was not weak in strength, and was a Qigong practitioner who had condensed a golden elixir.

He showed up at the Demon Slaying Conference, and was one of the combat power guards of Changle Palace.

This was the first death of a fifth-grade cultivator from Da Yan along the way.

Around the corpse was a scorched earth of a hundred feet in diameter. The ground was sunken, and red electric fire was surging in the soil. There were heavy traces of battle and remnants of Dao Qi.

This meant that he had struggled hard before his death.

In the center of the scorched earth, the Taoist in white had turned into a pile of broken bones, and his golden elixir was shattered.

"Even the ninth-level cultivator has died, are the princes still alive?"

Lu Mingyuan muttered to himself, and finally, he just shook his head and sighed, and quickly rushed in the direction indicated by the jade card.

Since there was no prompt, he was not dead.

The princes of the major dynasties must be the key protected objects, and they are blessed by powerful cultivators.

The few unlucky ones who encountered the demon army were dead.

After all, not everyone is like him, with the instructions of the hexagram to avoid dangerous roads.

Besides, Lu Yunqing and Lu Guangjing are not weak, they are also in the eighth realm, and cannot be judged by ordinary eighth realms. With the life-saving magic weapon given by the elders, they will not die against the ninth realm.

Thinking of this.

Lu Mingyuan quickened his pace, wondering how Senior Sui Yuqing is doing now, and whether he can beat the Dragon King.

Suddenly, at a certain moment.

Lu Mingyuan found that in his consciousness, a shadow warrior who was exploring the way ahead had lost contact and disconnected, which attracted his attention.

Along the way, the Blood Shadow Corps played an important role in opening the way.

With a radius of several hundred meters, if Shadow Warrior hadn't been clearing the way, he would have encountered a lot of trouble.

"Is there an army of monsters blocking the way?"

Lu Mingyuan guessed.

The yellow sandy valley in front of you is the only way to the ancient battlefield ruins, and you can't avoid it even if you want to.

"The turtle shell has no triggers, which means there is no danger."

Lu Mingyuan has learned to be smart now. If there is danger, the six-line tortoise shell will definitely shine with light and prompts.

It can be used to detect whether the road is safe.

Since there was no danger, it meant that Gu Jia believed that he was 100% sure of his own strength, which was enough to deal with it, so he did not react.

Before reaching the destination, they encountered monsters blocking the way, so they had no choice but to eradicate them.

Lu Mingyuan's eyes sharpened.

Taking the first step towards the valley.

Many desert poisonous scorpions suddenly emerged from the ground. They were very large, as high as three people, and were arranged densely, blocking the road in the valley. Fortunately, they were not strong and did not pose a threat to him.

Blood squirmed on the ground, and masked warriors emerged one after another. Looking around, there were dozens of them, waving the hilts of their knives indifferently towards the desert scorpions.

"Uh-huh!"

"Uh-huh!"

Clean and efficient.

Shadow warriors do the work of killing monsters.

It makes sense that the experience belongs to him.

Lu Mingyuan took one step at a time, treating the savage beast as if it were nothing. He walked steadily with an indifferent expression and no blood on his clothes. However, the desert poisonous scorpions around him were quickly wiped away, and the green demon blood flowed all over the ground.

Since he stepped into the Yellow Sand Valley.

There was a "bang", the ground shook, and the smoke and dust were eye-catching.

Lu Mingyuan finally discovered the main reason for the shadow warrior's breakup.

The black shadow above his head moved, and he looked up. Only then did he see that it was a huge man with six arms and a scorpion body. There was a shocking sword mark on his chest. From a distance, it looked like a 100-meter magic mountain. Only one arm It is the size of a hillside and seems to be able to move mountains and fill rivers.

The top of his head was almost above the valley.

Lu Mingyuan's vitality sense spread all the way, and soon found that the ground was full of corpses of human monks, as well as the broken limbs of armored guards. Most of them had been beaten into a bloody paste by the scorpion-bodied man.

At the same time, Lu Mingyuan saw an acquaintance wielding a gun on the arm of a huge scorpion-bodied man, with a burst of energy, creating an arc-moon gun beam in the sky.

Lu Mingyuan was impressed by that spear.

It is the Qianshan Ten Thousand Spear, which is ranked twenty-seventh in the Ten Thousand Treasures Divine Weapon Record.

Of course, there is no need to say more about the owner of this gun.

It was none other than King Lu Guangyao of Chu, the third prince of Dayan.

Lu Guangyao was holding a gun in his left hand, but for some unknown reason, his right hand was broken and empty.

At this time, he was fighting very hard. He was holding the weapon with one hand, and his combat power was obviously not as good as his two hands.

"Boom!!"

The man with the scorpion body stretched out a hand and smashed it against the ground. He raised his hand and attacked and killed the monk who still had a weak breath, as well as the desert poisonous scorpion who was accompanying him, and smashed them into a pulp.

Obviously, its purpose is only to kill the human race. Even if it is of the same race, it cannot escape the fate of death.

"Come on, this is an Eight Realm Demon King!"

In desperation, Lu Guangyao noticed a young man appearing at the entrance of the valley. Without thinking too much, Chuanyin loudly dissuaded him.

The scene was a mess, and there was no one left alive.

He didn't want to see anyone die again.

"Zheng!"

Lu Guangyao heard the message and took a breath for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the huge man with a scorpion body found the opportunity and waved his scorpion tail like a long knife, sending out bursts of cold light.

He directly knocked the spear out of Lu Guangyao's hand, and cut off his other hand with the long sword and scorpion tail. The green venom rotted in the wound and oozed pus, preventing it from healing.

In an instant, Lu Guangyao's arms were empty and turned into human sticks.

The scorpion-bodied man sneered, without saying a word, and smashed down one of the six arms.

He knocked Lu Guangyao straight down, and his strong body was beaten to a bloody pulp.

"Demon King."

Lu Mingyuan frowned.

As far as he knew, every existence that could be called a demon king was a great demon above the seventh realm, equivalent to a middle-level fifth-level monk in the human race.

It takes at least a hundred years of cultivation before it is possible to become a demon king. The demon king can command tens of thousands of demon clans and is a powerful existence among the demon clan.

Because Lu Guangyao reminded himself, he was defeated by the poisonous scorpion demon king.

His cultivation level is only that of a top grandmaster. It is not easy to fight the Demon King for so long.

A heavy feeling flashed in Lu Mingyuan's heart.

A thought came to my mind.

Immediately activate his subordinate Tianzi Shadow Warrior, who has never shown his face, Zhao Gongming.

The poisonous scorpion demon king was about to make a last strike and split Lu Guangyao's body in half with the scorpion tail of his long sword. As a result, a Taoist monk with a long whip and a cold expression appeared in front of Lu Guangyao. Scorpion Tail blocked it.

Fighting with each other.

"Third brother, are you okay?"

Lu Mingyuan ran over and leaned in front of Lu Guangyao, his eyes solemn, and his sense of vitality swept through the third prince's body.

It was discovered that the opponent's Dantian had been shattered, the meridians were fighting to the point of being severed, the acupoints were dim, the Qi and blood were extremely weak, and the excellent qualifications for martial arts had been destroyed.

It was obvious that he had escaped and was exhausted from the battle.

The seriousness of the injury can no longer be used to summarize the opponent's situation. It can only be said that the oil is exhausted.

He is just a great master, and it is not easy to achieve this level.

Out of morality and the kind reminder just now, Lu Mingyuan took out a handful of the best rejuvenation pills and gave it to the other party.

However, Lu Guangyao turned his head to avoid him. He smiled sadly and said in a dry and hoarse voice:

"It's useless unless the immortal comes to save you, otherwise it's just a waste of elixirs. Leave it to yourself. The elixirs at the moment are all very precious."

"I don't want to live anymore. It's better to die."

Lu Mingyuan was puzzled and said, "Third brother, what are you talking about? It's definitely better to live than to die."

Lu Guangyao shook his head and said with a firm look, "I, Lu Guangyao, should have died on the battlefield! Instead of living in disgrace. When I left the military camp that day, when I saw the brothers and soldiers who followed me being beheaded, I fell into unbearable self-blame. If it weren't for Master's obstruction, I would have committed suicide long ago."

Lu Mingyuan understood the other party's feelings very well.

Since he put on the yellow robe, the King of Chu has been confining himself in the mansion, not going out, and unable to get rid of self-blame all day long.

In other words, this inner demon has stopped his martial arts here.

Xun Yu destroyed his heart to martial arts.

Rather than living in the shadow all day, it is better to get rid of it early.

Perhaps, this is what the third brother is thinking at this time.

"Alas."

Lu Mingyuan closed his eyes, sighed, and looked up at the sky.

His face showed an extremely complicated expression.

"And the sixth brother, this is not an ordinary demon king, he is very strong, can not be taken lightly" Lu Guangyao reminded weakly.

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Mingyuan heard the sound of Zhao Gongming behind him being smashed away, so he slowly put down Lu Guangyao's body, slowly stood up and stood up straight, his body straight.

This demon king is not as simple as an ordinary eighth realm. If you only rely on simple manipulation, you can't crush it.

"Where did the human kid come from, you are courting death!"

The poisonous scorpion demon king sneered, and after smashing Zhao Gongming away, the long knife scorpion tail swung over, thinking about the two weak here, and wanted to split Lu Mingyuan's body in two.

But the next second.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

The human man in front of him stretched out a hand, and an invisible force emerged from his body, preventing his long sword scorpion tail from moving forward.

A long sword formed by martial arts energy appeared in Lu Mingyuan's hand.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The acupoints blocked by the flood dam flowed out a large amount of martial arts energy like the sun!

For a moment, an amazing force burst out from Lu Mingyuan's body, and the acupoints were like the Big Dipper, emitting brilliant light, and the blood was like a dragon, as majestic as the sun.

All the power was injected into the long sword in his hand.

"Swoosh!"

The poisonous scorpion demon king only saw a flash of thunder.

"Zheng!"

In the blink of an eye, Lu Mingyuan appeared above his head, with an indifferent expression, and fell to the ground with the sword.

"Hua La!"

A large amount of green demon blood gushed out!

With just one knife, the tail of the poisonous scorpion demon king was cut off!

"Damn human race, my tail!"

The other party howled in pain.

The terrifying sound of the sword turned into a requiem, and the huge body was cut cleanly by the sword energy, and every arm and every leg was cut off.

Lying on the ground, Lu Guangyao, who was only left with his last breath, was completely relieved when he saw this scene. He said in a low voice: "It turns out that you are the one who hides the deepest. I looked down on you before."

After saying this, he closed his eyes forever.

[The third prince Lu Guangyao was trapped in the siege of the demon clan. He fought to the last moment and died of exhaustion. The dragon luck dissipated. ]

[Emperor Orange Fate-Trapped Dragon in the Abyss, the refining degree increased to 68%]

"Third brother, have a good journey."

Finally, Lu Mingyuan cut off the head of the poisonous scorpion demon king with a knife and took a deep breath.

The moment the third prince fell.

Lu Mingyuan found that in the dark, the martial arts luck he lacked seemed to be enough.

Before, because many princes divided the dragon luck, he had the bottleneck of the ninth realm.

Now that Lu Guangyao is dead, he seems confident that he can break through to the ninth level, Longmen.