Chapter 3455

Fengqingxue's strength is very strong, but this mountain is very broad, and there are countless dragon beasts. These dragons and beasts constantly rush to fengqingxue. Fengqingxue wants to climb the top of the mountain, but the speed is very slow. It often has to kill many dragons and beasts to advance more than ten meters.

Each dragon beast was killed, there is a wisp of blood, flying to the top of the mountain.

In the direction of blood gathering, Lu Ming finally found that in the middle of the mountain top, there was an altar. All the Qi and blood flew to the altar.

Lu Ming goes over and finds a drop of blood floating in the middle of the altar, all of which are gathered in this drop of blood.

Roar!

As soon as Lu Ming approached, a roar came out of the blood. A vast and strong ancient breath came to his face, full of terrible pressure, as if he was the ancestor of all life. People should kneel down and submit.

"The blood of the primitive gods!"

Lu Ming's eyes brightened.

He was sure it was the blood of the primitive gods.

It turns out that the blood of primitive gods is not just existing, but to gather the power of those blood vessels.

Lu Ming understood. I'm afraid that the blood of the primitive gods had already dispersed and evolved into infinite dragons and beasts on this mountain. However, every Dragon and beast that Feng Qingxue killed just now has a trace of the blood of the primitive God. After killing the Dragon beast, that trace of blood force will be absorbed by the altar, gathered here, and finally become a drop of true primitive God Spirit blood.

At the moment, it seems that a lot of dragon blood has gathered.

Roar and roar...

from all directions, the roar of dragons and beasts, as well as the sound of war, Lu Ming goes to another direction and finds a way, and a group of Tianjiao are fighting with the dragon and beast.

The young man in the front is the third in the list of gods and the master of Mount Liumin.

As before, when they killed a dragon beast, they would gather to the altar and become a part of that drop of blood.

Then, Lu Ming came to another direction. There was also a road. A group of young people were fighting hard. The first one was also a mountain master.

Lu Ming stands at the top of the mountain and turns around. He finds nine roads, each of which is fighting.

"Murong Qiushui is really powerful

On one road, Lu Ming finds Murong Qiushui.

Murong Qiushui is powerful and far ahead. He is already halfway up the mountain. Countless dragons and beasts have died in his hands.

Nine swords and flying knives surround the whole body. Every time they fly out, a dragon beast will be killed.

He constantly pushed forward, not only the people on this road can not be compared with him, even on other roads, such as wind, snow, etc., there is a certain gap with him.

"Climbing this mountain is like a test."

Lu mingsuan understood.

There are nine roads to this mountain. Tianjiao, who comes here, starts from nine roads to the top of the mountain.

They kill all the way up, and the blood of those killed dragons and beasts will be gathered together to form the blood of primitive gods.

Whoever is the first to climb the top of the mountain will get the blood of the primitive gods.

"It seems that this is not the time to take away the original blood. The more dragon and beast blood gather, the better. I'll wait!"

"These people may not dream that I have already appeared on the top of the mountain. It seems that Murong Qiushui will be the first to climb the top of the mountain in the end. I don't know what kind of expression he will have when he sees me after climbing the top of the mountain?"

Lu Ming smiles at the corner of her mouth. She's looking forward to it.

Lu Ming is waiting quietly at the top of the mountain. Murong Qiushui and others don't find that there is one more person at the top of the mountain.

As time went by, Murong Qiushui became braver and braver, and slowly approached the top of the mountain.

Others, too, fought hard, using all means to be the first to rush to the top of the mountain to get the original blood.

As more and more dragons and beasts were killed, more and more blood was gathered. That drop of primitive God's blood became more and more bright, and the ancient flavor became more and more rich.

Lu Ming couldn't help but be shocked. At the same time, his eyes were hot. If he absorbed and refined this drop of primitive God's blood, most of the primitive deities could realize transformation. He could practice a drop of his own primitive blood in his body, and the primitive spirit body would enter another stage.

Half an hour later, Murong Qiushui was soaked in blood and was about to step to the top of the mountain.

"Almost!"

Lu Ming whispers, and then comes to the primitive God blood side, a toward the primitive God blood in the past.

Roar!

In the blood of the primitive God, there was a fierce roar, like the chant of a dragon.

Yes, and Lu Ming in this drop of primitive blood, saw a very small dragon, roaring at Lu Ming.

A strong repulsive force repels Lu Ming and prevents Lu Ming from approaching.

"Still want to resist, just a drop of blood, come in!"Lu Ming drinks and grabs hard to get it into the storage ring.

Roar...

all of a sudden, a fierce roar came out of the primitive blood, resounding through the sky, shaking the whole mountain.

"What's going on?"

"How can the roar come from the top of the mountain? Has someone already reached the top of the mountain?"

"Damn, it must be Murong Qiushui!"

The wind, the clear snow and so on, looks ugly.

But do not know, Murong Qiushui's face is more ugly.

He has not yet reached the top of the mountain. Why does the mountain top make such a strong noise? What's the matter? Did anyone get to the top of the mountain earlier than he did?

"No way!"

Murong Qiushui roared. He didn't believe that someone could climb the top of the mountain earlier than he did.

"Kill!"

He roared, frantically launched attacks, in front of him in front of the Dragon beast, constantly killed.

At the moment, Lu Ming's palm is getting closer and closer to the original divine blood, and it is about to be caught. Suddenly, this drop of primitive divine blood suddenly wriggles and turns into a sharp sword. Under a stroke, it cuts Lu Ming's palm, and then merges with Lu Ming's blood and penetrates into the body of landing Ming.

"Straight into me!"

Lu Ming is a little stunned. He still wants to put it away first, and then slowly refine it. How can he blend with his blood and enter his body.

"Lu Ming..."

right here, an angry and incredible roar rang out.

Murong Qiushui rushes to the top of the mountain. He just sees Lu Ming putting away his primitive blood. His eyes are full of wonder.

Isn't Lu Ming beaten down by him into the abyss full of magic fire? Why hasn't he died? And he was on the top of the mountain before he did?

What's going on?

Then he saw the door, and in an instant he understood.

There was another way to get there.

Dare he beat life and death before, all for nothing, all cheap Lu Ming.

He almost vomited blood. He was going crazy.

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