A number appears above each person's head, indicating which battlefield number they are entering.
Above Lu Ming's head, the word "eight" appeared, which meant that Lu Ming was about to enter battlefield No. 8.
Lu Ming glanced around and found that some disciples of the Fu Puppet Sect also had eight characters.
Bai Chixue is also number 8.
Fatty is number two, Ruan Tingting is number three, and Huan Zhen is number four.
"Haha, Lu Ming, you are also on the 8th, and there is that little girl!"
Suddenly, an excited laughter burst out.
Lu Ming looked around and found that the person laughing was actually Luo Tian.
Above his head, the number eight also appeared.
His eyes were cold and intense, looking at Lu Ming and Bai Chixue.
In addition, there were many geniuses who were assigned to No. 8, and they all looked at Lu Ming and Bai Chixue passionately.
"Holy shit, Luo Tian's luck is incredible. He is actually assigned to the same battlefield as Lu Ming and that girl. These two people are obviously fat and bring good luck!"
"Yes, Luo Tian is very lucky. The key is that there are no masters on battlefield 8. You see, Emperor Shen and others are not on battlefield 8."
"On battlefield No. 8, only one genius from Tianyao Valley can compete with Luo Tian. There are no other strong masters. Luo Tian's luck is so good, I'm envious!"
All around, the geniuses showed expressions of envy and hatred.
Lu Ming sneered and glanced around, discovering that the Emperor God had been assigned number one, Ao Tu was number seven, Blood Sword number one and three, Wang Fentian, number two...
Some people who are stronger than Luo Tian are actually not on the eighth battlefield.
At this moment, Luo Tian was so excited that he almost shouted to the sky.
Luck, he was so lucky.
Not only were he and Lu Ming assigned to the same battlefield, but none of the stronger geniuses were assigned to battlefield No. 8. This kind of luck was simply unbelievable.
The look he looked at Lu Ming was full of cold murderous intent and fiery greed.
As excited as Luo Tian was, there was a genius from Tianyao Valley. This person was also a peerless genius from Tianyao Valley. His reputation was no less than that of Luo Tian, and he was also an extremely terrifying existence.
At this moment, his mood was exactly the same as Luo Tian's, extremely excited.
As for the Emperor God, Blood Sword and the others, they all snorted coldly, showing pity that they missed Lu Ming.
In their opinion, Lu Ming's luck was destined to be taken away.
Du Songjue and others looked a little solemn.
"Lu Ming, Chi Xue, the competition that is waiting for you will last for one hour. You try to delay it as long as possible. If the situation goes bad, admit defeat immediately. Do you understand? You two will definitely be targeted."
Juniper warned seriously.
"Senior Du, don't worry, I know what to do, but it's all in vain..."
Lu Ming smiled slightly and looked at Bai Chixue.
But he saw Bai Chixue's eyes widening, staring at him for a moment.
"Bai... Well, Chi Xue, as soon as you enter the battlefield, you can find a place to engrave the defense formation with all your strength. I will look for you. If you are defeated, give up as soon as possible!"
Lu Ming said.
"You're going to come to me, right?"
Bai Chixue stared at Lu Ming and asked.
"That...yes!"
Lu Ming touched his nose speechlessly and said.
"Hehe, then I will definitely persist until you come to me!"
Bai Chixue laughed happily.
Lu Ming was even more speechless. Around him, Kuangzu Yan, Du Songjue and others showed expressions of "I see" and inexplicable smiles.
"Rukong, you and the Emperor God are on the same battlefield. If you encounter the Emperor God, you will admit defeat immediately. Do you understand?"
Du Songjue looked at Rukong and ordered.
Ru Kong is a disciple of Du Songjue.
"Disciple knows!"
Ru Kong nodded.
Buzz!
At this time, the space fluctuated, and Lu Ming and others felt a force pulling them across the eight battlefields.
Lu Ming, Bai Chixue flew towards the mask of battlefield No. 8.
As they approached the light mask, their bodies shrank strangely, and finally submerged into the light mask and disappeared.
The next moment, Lu Ming appeared in a barren mountain surrounded by stone walls.
Battlefield No. 8 is full of barren mountains and stone walls. It is a desolate place with no vegetation or trees. There are stone walls, rocks, etc. everywhere.
"I heard that everything in this battlefield is very hard. Try it!"
Lu Ming punched a huge boulder.
boom!
Only one corner of the boulder was damaged by the blast, while the rest of the stone was intact.
"It's so hard. Although I didn't use all my strength, the punch just now would have shattered several peaks outside. But here, it can only shatter a corner of a huge boulder."
Lu Ming sighed secretly.
Here, you can unleash your fighting power to your heart’s content.
"Go find Chixue!"
As soon as he stepped forward, Lu Ming's figure rose into the sky, turned into a ray of light, and disappeared into the sky.
Although this battlefield is 100,000 miles long and wide, it is really not that big for those geniuses who are participating in the battle for luck. One hour is enough to go back and forth several times.
The worst genius who can turn luck into a python is Qin Qingshan's level.
After such a long time, Qin Qingshan's cultivation has reached the seventh level of the spiritual sea.
It can be said that the ones with the weakest cultivation levels who participated in the battle this time were all the geniuses of the seventh level of the spiritual sea.
The seventh level of the spiritual sea is so fast that it really doesn't take much time to cross a distance of one hundred thousand miles.
Outside the battlefield, everyone stared with wide eyes.
From the outside, a territory of one hundred thousand miles has shrunk to ten miles, a full ten thousand times smaller. A person can hardly be seen inside.
But when they reach the spiritual realm, or even the supreme level, their eyesight is so terrifying. In their eyes, they can still clearly see the movements of everyone inside the mask.
"No, there are experts heading towards Chixue!"
An elder of the Fu Puppet Sect shouted worriedly.
At this moment, Bai Chixue was in a stone forest, constantly carving inscriptions, arranging formations, and preparing for defense.
"I hope Chixue can't hold her head back and admit defeat quickly!"
Juniper is a little worried.
Just now, they knew that Bai Chixue had obtained the inheritance of the emperor, and they were extremely excited. Bai Chixue's value in their minds was rising. Bai Chixue, nothing could happen to her.
Even if she loses 90% of her luck, nothing will happen to Bai Chixue.
After Bai Chixue received the inheritance from the emperor, during this period of time, her cultivation of the Way of Inscriptions also improved a lot. With the movement of her hand, endless inscriptions disappeared into the mountains and forests.
In just a few minutes, I don’t know how many inscriptions were engraved on them.
"Hahaha, she's a girl from Fu Puppet Sect. I'm so lucky!"
With a loud laugh, a genius from the Heavenly Corpse Sect appeared.
This genius of the Tianzhi Sect had a five-foot-long destiny dragon emerging above his head. His eyes were extremely intense as he stared at the ten-foot-long destiny dragon above Bai Chixue, wishing he could swallow Bai Chixue in one gulp.
"This chick is mine!"
A cold voice came out, the sky trembled, and another figure appeared.
This is a young man with cold eyes, full of demonic aura, and above his head, there is a luck dragon, which is six feet long.
"Hmph, if you want this girl's luck, it all depends on your ability!"
Tianzhi Sect's young genius said with a cold look.