Chapter 320 Blood Dragon Martial Saint, Heavenly Gold Bag, Number of Ancient Boats

"We must hold back those foreign demons and not let them break into the palace and take away the divine stone."

"As long as we keep the divine stone, when the world falls, our Mongolian Dynasty can continue."

"Fight until the last drop of blood is shed!"

In the capital, all the native orcs participated in the battle, some were guarding the formation, and some rushed to the outer city.

The attack of the foreign demons, coupled with the royal family's announcement, made them see one thing clearly.

The whole world is about to change dramatically. In order to survive, they must rely on the divine stone.

In this world, the divine stone is the most precious strategic resource.

The Mongolian Dynasty relied on the power of the divine stone to reach its current scale and build an empire on the continent.

Now, these foreign demons actually want to plunder their wealth!

The army was behind and slowly advanced. The five people headed by Lu Mingyuan, Yun Qinghe, Sui Yuqing, and Yang Zhaoyuan seemed very low-key and did not attract the attention of the native orcs.

Compared with the mighty demon clan and the brutal looting of the monks of the major dynasties, their goals are clearer.

They are heading for the Godly Blood Mountain in the center of the royal city.

Lu Mingyuan's mind is becoming clearer.

These divine stones are the product of the fall of the gods in the Middle Ages. Each mine can be regarded as a part of the body of the gods.

The gods are dead, and their bodies have become part of the world, scattered in every corner of the Longding Mountain Cave Heaven World.

These places with rich divine stone resources gave birth to many creatures. As time passed, the creatures formed countries and many dynastic forces.

This is not only a fairy ruins, but also a place where gods fell.

For some reason, the figure of the Changming Emperor suddenly appeared in Lu Mingyuan's mind.

Perhaps he should know the truth of the year.

Know what happened in the past and how the Changming Immortal Dynasty was destroyed.

How many people in this cave heaven have died on this battlefield.

"Boom!"

At this moment, Lu Mingyuan sensed a powerful force fluctuation and looked up.

In the center of the capital, ten blood dragons flew out from a golden hall, flew over the heads of Lu Mingyuan and others, and rushed to the outer city.

In the center of the ten scarlet dragons was an old man wearing golden armor, with silver hair and a bronze crown on his head, but he did not look old at all, but was full of energy.

He had orc blood, but no special features of orcs. His transformation degree was very high, and he was no different from a human.

He held a finely carved blood spear, looking majestic, and the aura fluctuations emanating from his body were extremely strong.

Overshadowing the ten throne knights.

He has reached the realm of martial saint!

Lu Mingyuan frowned.

Obviously, he did not expect that there was such a strong man in the Monguna Dynasty.

On the streets of the royal city, a large number of native monks exclaimed, "That is Lord Blood Dragon Martial Saint. He has not left this world and is still protecting the Mongolian Dynasty."

The rules of heaven and earth in this small world are somewhat different from those in the Middle Earth, and the way of cultivation is naturally different.

The native monks in the cave heaven absorb and refine divine power.

What they master is actually the residual power from the gods of the Middle Ages. What determines the strength is the absorption of the divine power scattered in the altars of gods in various places.

The stronger and more stable the divine power mastered, the stronger the strength.

Otherwise, the mind will be destroyed by the will of the gods.

In the Blood Dragon Martial Saint, it is specifically reflected that the more blood dragon visions are cultivated, the stronger the strength.

In Lu Mingyuan's eyes, this Blood Dragon Martial Saint is actually a human-shaped tonic.

Although he doesn't want to think so, the blood energy emanating from the other party is indeed very tempting.

It is unknown how many divine meteorite blood stones he has absorbed, a full ten blood dragons, and the power that bursts out is amazing.

Blood Dragon Martial Saint appeared in front of Lu Mingyuan and others. He obviously noticed that someone was quietly approaching the depths of the palace. He held the blood-soul spear in his hand, locked his eyes on Lu Mingyuan, and said coldly:

"You, the foreign demons, look inconspicuous, but your strength is not low, and each of you has a strong aura. You want to approach the palace like this. Are you also planning to get the divine stone?"

"As expected of a Martial Saint, you still have some vision." Lu Mingyuan smiled.

He wanted to keep a low profile and watch the monsters and the indigenous monks fight, so that he could sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight and pick up the leaks for nothing.

Unexpectedly, there is such a strong man in the Mongolian Dynasty.

Blood Dragon Martial Saint snorted coldly: "You also have traces of divine blood on your body, which means that you have absorbed the power of the divine stone. You are not from this world, but you have absorbed the divine stone, which means you came here for the divine stone. With my cultivation, it is not difficult to detect your traces."

Lu Mingyuan's eyes revealed a strange look.

I didn't expect that the Blood Dragon Martial Saint would see through my absorption of the divine stone and my reaching the twelfth realm.

I saw that the Blood Dragon Martial Saint was carrying a golden bag on his back.

The material of the bag was quite special, it looked like it was made of golden silk, and it looked like golden liquid water was covering the silk, and it was actually flowing slowly.

"There are subtle spatial fluctuations, it seems that there should be a lot of good things in it."

Lu Mingyuan could be sure that the golden bag must be a treasure.

The Blood Dragon Martial Saint appeared here, carrying something on his back, which was very suspicious.

Wouldn't he want to take it away?

The more Lu Mingyuan thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

In the current situation, the Mongolia Dynasty is bound to perish. As the strongest member of the dynasty, the Blood Dragon Martial Saint only wants to escape?

Lu Mingyuan was full of curiosity. Before leaving, he saw what was in the package of a martial saint, so he immediately asked: "Where did you get that golden bag?"

The Blood Dragon Martial Saint's expression tightened and he showed a defensive look, saying: "This is our dynasty's national treasure, the golden bag hidden in the sky. How can you, an extraterrestrial evil spirit, get your hands on it?"

"Ten Dragons and Ten Thousand Apertures Palm."

The Blood Dragon Martial Saint drew a circle with his hands. In the center of the circle, ten bloody dragon shadows appeared, turned into ten dragon pillars, and flew towards Lu Mingyuan.

"Let me do it."

Lu Mingyuan took the initiative and said, stopping the two girls who were about to take action and took a step forward. The Blood Dragon Martial Saint was indeed quite powerful. Yun Qinghe and Sui Yuqing should not be opponents.

However, Lu Mingyuan was fearless and continuously mobilized the martial arts energy in his body, and then clapped out both palms at the same time.

"The tenth level of Taihuang's dragon-elephant strength, the dragon-elephant swallows the sky."

As Lu Mingyuan made his palm print, a red-gold flame surged out from his back, instantly covering the land with a radius of a hundred miles with a wave of flames.

The location of the palace turned into a blazing copper furnace. A monk under the ten realms would break in and be burned to death if he could not hold on for even one breath.

"Boom."

The two forces collided together, forming a powerful wave of power that surged out in all directions.

The four iron walls of the palace are engraved with formation inscriptions to withstand this force. Otherwise, most of the palace would have collapsed.

The two continued to fight, exchanging dozens of blows.

The moves they used were all the most powerful. The fists and palms intertwined and the force was used to compete with each other to see who was stronger.

After a while, the two separated.

The Blood Dragon Martial Saint was sweating all over and gasping for air. The skin of his two fists cracked open and crimson blood overflowed. He stared at the outsider man opposite him in shock and said: "How is it possible... you are only in the twelfth realm? How can you resist the power of this saint?"

The Blood Dragon Martial Saint is more than three hundred years old. His cultivation is indeed quite profound, and the martial arts he displays have reached the ultimate level. However, he is old, his blood energy is declining, and his physical body's explosive power and endurance are declining.

In addition, what he cultivates is the power of gods, not his own power.

After all, it won't last long. New divine stones are needed to maintain cultivation. There is no way to fight a protracted war with Lu Mingyuan.

"The world you live in will eventually be destroyed. Relying on the power of the divine stone, you have indeed created an era, but now, this era has to end."

Lu Mingyuan's expression was still quite calm. He did not retreat, but strode forward. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and shouted: "Great Wild God Fist."

A man in gluttonous armor who looked like a demon stood up slowly behind Lu Mingyuan. He was tall, had a ferocious face, and exuded an astonishing murderous aura.

This is the power that belongs uniquely to the mysteries of boxing.

The Great Wild Divine Fist was the supreme magical power that Lu Mingyuan gained after he understood the power of the secret.

The secret that was supposed to be cultivated by those who were in the third level of Hedao was mastered by Lu Mingyuan in advance, and its power was beyond doubt.

"Boom."

Lu Mingyuan punched out, forming a huge fist seal.

The phantom of the man in gluttonous armor followed up with a punch and collided with the ten dragon seals formed by the Blood Dragon Martial Saint. In an instant, the ten dragon seals were shattered.

"puff!"

The Blood Dragon Martial Saint spat out blood and flew backwards, hitting the iron wall heavily. Like a piece of paper, it slowly slid down from the iron wall, leaving only a blood-red mark.

Lu Mingyuan put away his palm prints, walked over, and came to the side of Blood Dragon Martial Saint.

The holy body of the Blood Dragon Martial Saint became in tatters, with more than half of his head broken, the back of his head completely collapsed, and the holy blood continued to gush out of his body.

After a while, his life breath completely disappeared.

After killing a Martial Saint, Lu Mingyuan neither felt guilty nor excited, and seemed calm.

Blood Dragon Martial Saint, to be honest, does not have the true strength of a Martial Saint at all.

The cultivation achieved only with the help of the power of the divine stone is still far behind the real martial saints in Middle-earth.

It’s not surprising that you’re at a disadvantage when facing yourself.

Lu Mingyuan took off the Tianzang Golden Bag from Blood Dragon Martial Saint, held it in his hand, and showed a curious expression: "I don't know what's in it? What special power does this golden bag have?"

The Tianzang Golden Bag is so light that it is almost weightless. Holding it in your hand, it feels like you are caressing the girl's skin.

"Wow!"

Lu Mingyuan injected holy energy into the Tianzang Golden Bag, and immediately, a dazzling golden light bloomed. On the surface of the bag, there seemed to be water patterns flowing, and a foot-long hole appeared.

Separate a mental thought and explore it.

"Hahaha!"

Immediately, Lu Mingyuan laughed loudly and was ecstatic. He really couldn't find it without wearing iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.

"What's wrong?"

Yun Qinghe couldn't help but ask when he saw Lu Mingyuan was so happy.

"It's all good stuff."

Lu Mingyuan smiled.

The inner space of the Tianzang Golden Bag is quite vast, far exceeding the space ring refined by Lu Mingyuan Qi Practitioner. There are a large number of heavenly materials and earthly treasures stored in it, including divine stones, divine jades, elixirs, etc., all of which are quite large in number. It's so huge that it's hard to count them all at once.

Most of the Mongolian dynasty's treasury should be contained in it.

After receiving such a large sum of natural and earthly treasures, even the patriarch of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths would probably be as ecstatic as Lu Mingyuan when he saw it.

After thinking about it carefully, Lu Mingyuan quickly understood and thought to himself: "The Blood Dragon Martial Saint should have been guarding near the treasury. It wasn't until the outermost city defense formation of the royal capital was breached that he urgently removed the treasures from the treasury. All the treasures of materials and land were put into the Tianzang gold bag.

"At this time, I happened to break into the vicinity of the treasury, so I met him."

No matter how you put it, this time you still gained a huge harvest. Let’s not mention those heavenly materials and earthly treasures. The Tianzang Golden Bag itself is a treasure and can contain many things.

It works better than the acupoints.

At this time, Sui Yuqing on the side looked cold and reminded: "The strong men of the demon clan have already attacked the inner city and should soon reach the foot of the Shenyue Blood Mountain."

"At that time, will we still have to compete with them for the sacred stone?"

"So fast?"

Lu Mingyuan used his heavenly eyes and looked out of the mountain. Sure enough, he saw the figures of several talented leaders of the demon clan, getting closer and closer to the palace's Shenyue Blood Mountain.

They stood on top of a huge flying boat and rushed to the front, pushing directly across and crushing forward.

No matter the formations in the city or the powerful men at the level of the Ten Throne Knights, there was no way they could stop them.

Long Xuan held a fierce sword like a god of death. She first killed a throne knight and then seriously injured another orc general.

All the soldiers of the Mongol Dynasty were frightened and fled.

In the direction of the top of the altar, the seven-colored mist of light sprayed out more and more violently. The strong impact caused a crack in the mountain body of the ten-winged fire dragon statue.

The cracks became larger and larger, and soon exceeded one foot in width. If they continued to split, the mountain of the altar would probably be split into two.

The light mist guides people to the true direction of the ascension platform.

"The Ascension Platform will be born soon, and the decisive battle is coming soon. Otherwise, we should go directly to Guixu Jinghai. It is not a good thing to fight the monster clan again right now. I am afraid it will waste a lot of time."

Sui Yuqing, who rarely participated in staff planning, took the initiative to speak to Lu Mingyuan.

"The fairy is right. Now we have obtained the assets of the Blood Dragon Martial Saint. There are also a large number of sacred stones in it. It should be enough to support us to go to Guixu Jinghai."

Qi Muxue also agreed with her words and echoed directly.

Lu Mingyuan thought about the two women's ideas and couldn't help but nod.

The purpose of their trip to the palace was to plunder the sacred stone.

The sacred stone carried by the Blood Dragon Martial Saint is enough for them to explore the Silent Sea of ​​Guixu.

Long Jian and Gangzhu, who were sitting on the throne, both disappeared into the royal city. It was obvious that they had already gone to Guixu Jinghai first.

So there is no need to waste time in the royal city.

"good."

Lu Mingyuan made a decision immediately: "In that case, let's set off to return to the Silent Sea!"

Several streams of light left the royal city.

Leading the army, they left the land of right and wrong and headed to the shore of Guixu Silent Sea, where Lu Mingyuan first arrived.

However, in Lu Mingyuan's field of vision, many dynasty forces appeared. In front of them, a vast ocean appeared, with calm sea surface and faint blue water.

Everyone stopped at the shore, wondering what they were arguing about.

The white ape who followed Lu Mingyuan said honestly: "For ordinary monks, if they want to cross the Silent Sea of ​​Guixu without being punished by the gods, they can only do so by taking a dynasty ancient boat. The number of ancient boats must be too small, so That’s when the dispute started.”

"Can't you fly there?"

Lu Mingyuan asked.

Bai Yuan shook his head: "The sea is filled with the will of the gods. Those who trespass will be doomed."

Lu Mingyuan looked at the dense evil thoughts of the immortals in the void, forming large swaths of dark clouds, and felt a little infiltrating in his heart.

He even suspected that the owner of this designed cave deliberately forced them here.

First, the statue of the god on the mountain top altar, and then to the depths of Guixu's Silent Sea. Each one of them, as long as you don't pay attention, will cause your body and soul to disappear.

Can they really find the ascension platform through guidance?