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"Boy, the strength is good, I'll meet you!"

Just when many aliens were speculating, a voice sounded.

Then, everyone saw that a burly figure stepped out.

This figure, more than two meters tall and covered with purple scales, had just come with Mo Tianluo.

"Budo, it's Budo!"

"Budo is going to make a move, Budo's talent, although it is not as high as the eighth prince, since he cultivated, it has been thousands of years, but some time ago, he has broken through the Great Emperor Realm, it should be enough to suppress that kid!"

Seeing this figure, many people were excited.

"Budo, don't show mercy, give me all my strength, kill, kill, kill him, I'll be responsible for something!"

Mo Tianluo roared, extremely hideous.

He couldn't wait to dismantle Lu Ming into eight pieces.

Budo was a burly man, his three eyes flashed with cold light, and he stepped out, and the ground shook.

In his hand, a pitch-black iron rod appeared, and the iron rod shook slightly, and pitch-black black holes popped out of the space, which was extremely infiltrating.

On the side, many people retreated one after another.

The emperor's move is not trivial, and some of those who are weak in cultivation don't want to be involved.

Lu Ming looked at Buduo with a calm face, a one-star emperor, he really didn't take it to heart.

"Let's shoot!"

Lu Ming spoke calmly.

"Boy, give me death!"

Budo's eyes showed a hint of hideousness, he burst out with all his strength, jumped over, and then condescendingly, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, a stick smashed down on Lu Ming.

This stick is amazingly powerful, if it is really a true emperor, it is absolutely impossible to stop it, and it will be smashed into pulp.

On the side, Chiayi's eyes flashed, but he didn't make a move, Lu Ming is a person with the bloodline of the Holy Ancestor with murderous intentions, and he shouldn't die so easily.

Thundered!

The iron rod bombarded down, emitting a dull roar, and in an instant, it was close to Lu Ming's head.

Just when everyone thought that Lu Ming was going to be hit in the head with a stick, Lu Ming stretched out a hand and grabbed it.

Touch!

With a dull roar, the pitch-black iron rod was grabbed by Lu Ming in his hand, and then, the iron rod was fixed in the air, motionless.

And Budo, too, with his iron rod in his hands, was also fixed in the air.

The seemingly infinitely powerful stick was stopped by Lu Ming with one hand.

"That's your strength, that's it!"

Lu Ming opened his mouth lightly, his palm was forceful, and he shook suddenly.

Airplanes!

The iron rod vibrated violently, and a terrifying force followed the iron rod and blasted towards Budo.

Budo screamed, and his body flew out like a cannonball, stepping into the footsteps of Demon Tianluo, slamming into the ground, spurting blood.

"This..."

The scene fell into a dead silence again.

One move, another move, Buduo, who had already reached the Great Emperor Realm, was also defeated, and in Lu Ming's hands, he had no power to fight back at all.

How could Lu Ming be so strong?

Is this the strength of the Terrans? The Terrans are so strong?

Many were of different races, with a glint of shock in their eyes.

In their concept, the human race, the divine beasts of the heavenly realm, are not vulnerable at all, and their evil god race is the supreme existence.

But now a human youth has defeated several of their masters in a row.

"This person looks young, maybe he has been cultivating for endless years, so his strength is so strong!"

"Yes, it must be like that!"

Then, there were many aliens who spoke up, thinking that Lu Ming was an old monster with a very big grade.

An old monster who has cultivated for endless years has such strength, and it is normal.

"You can really fool yourself!"

Lu Ming sneered, full of disdain.

"What did you say?"

"Haven't you been cultivating for many years, so tell me, how many years have you been cultivating until now?"

Someone asked loudly.

"Okay, then I'll tell you, I, Lu Ming, have cultivated so far, less than two hundred years!"

Lu Ming's voice spread throughout the audience.

"What? Less than two hundred years, how is it possible?"

"In less than two hundred years, he can defeat Buduo in the Great Emperor Realm, impossible, how can the human race have such a strong Tianjiao, he must be lying and deliberately attacking us!"

A lot of aliens yelled, unwilling to believe it.

In less than two hundred years, he was able to defeat Budo, who had reached the one-star Great Emperor realm, and there were only a few in the entire Evil God Clan.

"So you deceive yourself, I believe you have a way to determine your age, you don't believe it, find someone to measure it!"

Lu Ming said.

The alien race was silent, seeing that Lu Ming was so confident, he shouldn't be lying, his cultivation should be less than two hundred years.

The human race actually has such a heavenly pride.

"Is there anyone else going out to fight? Today, I want to try what your clan has!"

Lu Ming's voice came from afar.

At the scene, there was silence, everyone looked at you, I looked at you, for a while, no one made a move at all.

Lu Ming has been cultivating for less than two hundred years, and there are few people in the entire Evil God Realm who can fight Lu Ming at this age, and there is no one on the scene.

And those who have cultivated for tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer to come out to fight Lu Ming are a bit embarrassing.

"Hehe, isn't the Evil God Clan a master, and there is no one to fight, okay, I'll give you a chance, but anyone who has cultivated for less than 10,000 years can come and fight with me, and I'll continue!"

Lu Ming said loudly.

"Lu Ming, you said it yourself, don't regret it!"

Mo Tianluo shouted.

"Of course!"

Lu Ming responded.

"Okay, my clan has a longevity list, which records a hundred top masters who have cultivated for less than 10,000 years, any one of them is enough to crush you, you wait for me, I'll go find someone!"

Demon Heaven Luo said hideously.

Today, he must be good-looking for Lu Ming.

"Wan Shou Bang, a hundred masters who have cultivated for less than 10,000 years, interesting, go find it, find a few more, I'll wait here!"

Lu Ming said, his face relaxed, not only was he not nervous, but he was a little looking forward to it.

For the Martial Emperor Realm, less than 10,000 years of cultivation can also be said to be in a golden period, a period of explosive cultivation.

It also represents the future.

and the younger generation of Tianjiao, the concept is similar.

Lu Ming also wanted to see what the strength of the strongest group of masters of the Evil God Clan who had cultivated less than 10,000 years was.

Lu Ming clasped his hands and waited quietly.

All around, there are more and more alien races gathered.

How many years has it been since a human race challenged them in their royal city?

They also want to see what kind of strength this human race has that has been cultivating for less than two hundred years?

High in the sky, there were several figures standing there, and no one noticed them.

These people are the foreign kings, as well as the great general Moroga, and several other strong men.

"It is worthy of being the person chosen by the Killing Heart Holy Ancestor, it is really extraordinary!"

The Alien King's Road.

Before, they didn't know that Lu Ming had such a strong strength.

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