Chapter 244 But I don’t know who among the seven realms in the world can beat me?

The original Hezhongdao should have been filled with greenery, fragrant weeds, and endless plains full of food. There were countless rivers crisscrossing it. Because of its richness, the Hezhongdao had attracted more and more people over the past hundreds of years.

The people are among them.

These people farmed here generation after generation, providing food for the entire Dafu.

But now, this place has become deserted, and the scorching sun in the sky seems to be different from the scorching sun outside the Hezhong Road.

The scorching sun here is no longer the sun that shines on the world, provides light and vitality, but is the punishment sent down by the gods in the sky, scorching the earth and cutting off the hope of the people in Hezhongdao.

These people are fleeing in their homeland, wanting to escape from their homeland and change their lives.

The second leader of the Huai Gang rode a black horse, even though the sun was shining brightly in the sky, cracking people's lips and giving them no hope of survival.

But this sturdy young man was still wearing a black cloak. Waves of cold air were exuding from his body, and a silver needle was still dancing, entangled, and entangled at his fingertips.

And behind him, there were actually 800 armored soldiers!

Under the laws of the imperial court, ordinary people were not allowed to raise soldiers, even generals who were idle at home.

The only people who can have generals and soldiers are those who have been knighted and ennobled!

The other time was when the original Xiahe Dragon Palace Blood Formation was destroyed.

"Because Prince Xuanwei and four other true dragons blocked the way, I got the fate of [Dragon Slayer], and because I once killed a dragon, the opportunity of [Zun Qing] caused me to sense the [Kunpeng] Yuan Star in the sky, Kunpeng

Feeding on dragons, I want to reflect the Kunpeng Yuanxing. The most direct way under Zun Qing's opportunity is to slay the real dragon, and now I have obtained this dragon-slaying silk..."

He should not be able to see the scene in the universe.

Time is running out against time on the Hezhong Road. Once Lutan appears, it will be a life-and-death struggle, and the real strong will also enter the scene.

【Written with spirit】

"The Star Official's Fate should refer to my [Douxing Official's Fate] destiny."

That's... Dou Xing!

Dou Xing seemed to sense Lu Jing's attention, and a ray of light fell into Lu Jing's eyes.

Destroy the Dragon Palace Blood and obtain the Dragon Slaying Silk.

Chu Yeshan cursed: "When I first saw him in Shihua Pavilion, the Qi State Crown Prince Gu Chen was so angry that he couldn't escape easily.

[When the Dou Xingguan's glow enters the eyes, one can see through the background of other people's cultivation. The specific effect depends on the realm of my Yuan Shen's cultivation. 】

These eight hundred elite soldiers are far superior to ordinary soldiers. Even the captains in many Taoist mansions do not have such tyrannical power. Coupled with precious armors and swords, and extremely mysterious battle formations, their combat power is incredible.

The word "strong and tyrannical" above.

The second leader of the Huai Gang smiled and nodded: "The Huai Gang was once beheaded by Lu Jing without any rules and was forced out of Taixuan Jing. I also saw Lu Jing getting stronger step by step, so how could I underestimate him?"

Under the fate of pursuing good fortune and avoiding evil, Lu Jing beheaded the Dragon Palace, destroyed the Dragon Pan Formation, and obtained the Dragon Slaying Silk. There is indeed cause and effect.

But now, Lu Jing has achieved the state of Shining Stars, and can finally activate the Confucius Apricot Altar for healing and cultivation.

The scabbard of the long sword looked extremely heavy. These soldiers were running uniformly in the deserted plains with no horizon. They were obviously walking very fast, but the footsteps were uniform, dull and crisp.

[The carved bow can be opened to shoot tigers, a thread of silk can be used to slay dragons, the dragon's true blood can be harvested, and it can be transformed into a dragon-slaying thing!

"If you can hold the important weapon of the country, even a real human being, a god, or a god will fall under the army.

Lu Jing didn't find it strange that this strange object was related to dragons.

Every scent was like a panacea. When it entered Lu Jing's body, mysterious power surged out in an instant, repairing Lu Jing's body and spirit.

But now... King Chong'an on the bed is about to die, the Northern Qin army is approaching, and Emperor Chongtian is no longer the same Emperor Chongtian.

Lu Jing came to the Hezhong Road this time and killed the great dragon general of Ninghai. The great prince of Taichonghai, Ying Xuanguang, twice triggered the fate of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck.

"There must be cause and effect for good or bad luck. Once there is a cause, a series of effects will follow."

She walked into the middle of the river just like she walked into Qingcheng Mountain more than ten years ago.

The fragrance of peach blossoms is like the vitality that fills the sky, like a place of sanctification, it can help me condense my soul, guide my qi and blood, and refine my body!"

Now that his energy and blood have dried up and he is lying ill in bed, Northern Qin still does not dare to attack him with all his strength, and the warriors in the world still do not dare to despise him.

Lu Jing's eyes were bright.

But at this moment, both the second leader of the Huai Gang and the eight hundred elite soldiers looked solemn and looked into the distance.

"This man and woman, dressed in white, are immortals who have fallen from the mortal world."

"What's more, His Highness is full of confidence. He is determined to seize the opportunity in Lutan, and he will have a lot to rely on in the future."

The second master did not dare to gasp: "The immortals... are also absorbing this blood mist. I am afraid that millions of people have died in the Hezhongdao under the severe drought, but I never thought that the immortals who are above me actually need these creatures to perish."

The blood mist is inspired."

At this time, Chu Yeshan looked through the mirror and suddenly saw the second head of the Huai Gang who originally had a slight smile on his face, and his expression changed slightly.

The second leader of the Huai Gang was quite optimistic, but Chu Yeshan in the mirror had a gloomy face: "This Lu Jing was injured many times when he was in Taixuanjing, but it doesn't take March or May for him to become strong and strong again."

Ninghou can even break through the realm. If you look at him less, he won't know how to write the word "death".

Lu Jing's eyes were burning and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Lu Jing originally had an immortal body, with extremely high potential in terms of spirit and physical body. He could recover from injuries very quickly, but when he was now in the Confucius Apricot Altar, his speed of repairing injuries increased by almost dozens of times.

times.

He saw the eight hundred ice warriors in the mirror and the strong and tall black-hoofed horses.

However, in the far distance, two figures with blurry faces in white clothes stood in the clouds. They touched their sleeves, and the hazy blood mist in the sky seemed to be summoned, pouring into their sleeves like running water.

When that opportunity comes, many powerful and prosperous people will come to the three states of Chong'an to see King Chong'an pass away.

It's just that this strange object also needs to be activated, or it needs divine energy and blood, or it needs to illuminate the star soul. Therefore, Lu Jing could only let Confucius Xingtan hide in the white light of fate.

Every moment, every moment, with his martial arts, the cracks on the snowy mountains are being repaired, and the broken innate air and blood are re-condensed.

Lu Jing touched Zhaoye's horse body, and Zhaoye opened his eyes and glanced at Lu Jing, then fell asleep again.

The Confucius Apricot Altar was a rare object he obtained when he drew his sword to Nan Fengmian.

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly. From then on, what he drew was not just visions.

The road in the middle of the river is where Zhulutan's chance lies, and any genius may be buried here."

Blood mist enveloped the sky, covering the bright moon and stars, making it dark and silent.

On a bare mountain, Lu Jing was sitting in a cave, closing his eyes and meditating.

But when the bright green light on Dou Xingguan's life chart became more brilliant, Lu Jing raised his eyes and seemed to see seven special and mysterious stars.

"We only need to do what His Highness told us. When Lutan appears, all the powerful men in the world will go to the middle of the river. Shaozhu Kingdom and your prince will be enough to kill Lu Jing."

"I see."

Lu Jing looked up in astonishment. He was clearly in a cave, and the sky was clearly covered in blood mist. There was a heavenly gate in the sky higher up, and within the heavenly gate was the heavenly wonderland.

The pen falls in the storm, the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods, the mosaic condenses the mountains, and the dragon and snake are swept away with great force!

There is a god here when you put pen to paper, turning decay into magic, and turning pen and ink into ghosts and gods.

In addition to repairing his injuries, Lu Jing is running the Nine Gods Mysterious Technique, and his limbs, facial features, and internal organs absorb the energy from the outside at the same time. It is like a god in the body, stimulating the power in Lu Jing's body, making the energy and blood in his body more and more powerful.

Thick and thick, the strength of the body itself is also constantly improving.

The more Devouring Dragon bloodline there is, the stronger the power.】

Lu Jing's eyes burned: "With such a foundation, if I can reflect the Nine Stars and practice martial arts to achieve the divine form, I don't know who among the seven realms in the world can beat me?"

They are also the reason why the second leader of Huai Gang is confident.

The surrounding Confucius Apricot Altar suddenly disappeared, replaced by a dark cave.

[Shangjiu Shenglong Qi: Shangjiu, since God is blessing it, good luck and no disadvantages.

[The Master preached in it, telling the knowledge of heaven and earth. Overflowing with awe-inspiring aura, the apricot and peach trees became spiritual after listening to the Master's lectures. 】

"You have worked hard the past few days. You need to have a good rest. When you get out of this cave, it will be time to rush around."

Once, he let the black dragon go away, found the Ninghai Dragon General, and killed him.

Sixteen hundred fates are not enough to turn the brilliant green fate into a noble one, but they are enough to improve the level of the immortal or scholar's fate.

After witnessing the collapse of Qingcheng Mountain, she cut off the evil thoughts in her heart, married into the Three Prefectures of Chong'an, and became the Princess of Chong'an.

Such an idea suddenly popped into Chu Yeshan's mind, and he shook his head slightly.

Lu Jing did not hesitate. As soon as he thought about it, the "Nine-Shenglong Dragon's Qi" in the white light dissipated in the blink of an eye. The mist in the white light turned into a dragon's Qi rising from top to bottom.

, flew into the fate of Lu Jingna Douxingguan.

He stood up and felt the dragon-type curse pattern imprinted on his soul, and held the wind-calling knife at his waist.

Maybe I don't need to wait to take action, those old dragons rushing to the middle of the river will eat him up.

King Chong'an is like an extremely towering mountain. When he was at his peak, he overwhelmed the whole world and made it breathless.

But today, the eight hundred soldiers behind the second leader of the Sophora Gang were wearing ice-cold mysterious armor, with streaks of cold energy flowing around their bodies. Each of them had a long knife on their waist.
To be continued...