From the ring, each fights for itself.

In addition to the purple dragon, there are seven dragon clans, there are ten in the ring, and there are nine in the purple underworld. According to different races, each of the seven clans will fight one, each clan will attack one, and the remaining seven clans will fight in the ring.

This time there is a special case of Zi Ming, so the other two rings have directly become decorations, everyone wants to enter the dragon realm directly through Zi Ming, why bother to attack and defend, after all, there is no limit to the number of people here in Zi Ming, and it can be defeated in the strongman sea tactics.

The other seven rings are limited to the seven clans, and at the beginning, someone rushed forward, and the person who greeted the attack with a fist salute came to the stage, which seemed to be a candidate who had already been decided, and the elite choice that was eye-catching and recognized by 10,000 people.

After all, from the beginning, the defense had to encounter a wheel war, and in the end it was a pity to lose due to lack of strength, so the habit over the years, the one who had already defaulted to the clan, would not have many people to challenge, and the attack was just a sitting appearance. The wonderful thing is that there are three melee rings outside the designation, and this time there is only one purple ring left, so it is particularly eye-catching.

Of course, the default elite of the Seven Clans, guarding is also a challenge for them, whether they can enter the Dragon Realm's qualification screening, no matter who the fighter is, how many times the fighter comes, they must be immobile and undefeated.

The most boring thing is the convention, sweeping away the young and handsome men of several races, and knowing it is enough. Soon all eyes gathered on the ring of Zi Ming, Zi Ming looked around, extremely angry, speculation, power, laziness, speculation, they were very much like those people around them when they were children, flattery, greedy for power and wealth, submissive, they don't want to step on their own position.

By the way, he swept over the young men of the few clans outside, looked at the faces of those people, and looked at the reactions of those people.

It's just an accident, in the ring of the water dragon, Zi Ming saw Shui Ruthless, the one who once recognized him as His Highness, the one who once prevented him from entering the Dragon Realm, and the Shui Ruthless who was chased by Luo Yi in the Arctic Ice Field.

Shui ruthlessly saluted from afar, looking at Zi Ming's eyes fiery, if he hadn't been ordered to guard, if he hadn't participated in the elite selection this time, he would have been able to fight with Zi Ming, but unfortunately it was so coincidental that he couldn't leave it, and he couldn't attack it.

Zi Ming smiled slightly, ruthless to the water is respectful, full of contempt for others, "There are tens of thousands of dragons here, and only you fight, but unfortunately you can't get by." ”

"Your Highness has finally arrived today, I want to be ruthless to help you that day, but I can't, today Your Highness has no place to help ruthlessly, ascended to the throne, returned to the dragon realm, and said hello ruthlessly. I wonder how His Royal Highness is doing now?"

"She's so good. The corners of his mouth inadvertently were relieved, and Rao was a little quieter under the anger.

"That's very good. "Shui is ruthless, don't say much, there are already people attacking on Zi Ming's side. Regardless of life and death, Zi Ming may lose in the end, and the emperor-level peak group battle for the emperor-level beginner and the emperor-level Dacheng may inevitably lose, but under the anger, it is very likely that someone will die at the beginning, and how many people can be saved is a few people.

Zi Ming smiled peacefully, he had no friends in the dragon clan, but Shui Ruthless was one. If there is affection, if there is affection, there is affection and ruthlessness, ruthlessness but affection, the vast Three Realms of sentient beings, the vast and turbid sky, who is ruthless and who is affectionate.

In the ring of the purple underworld, there are not many people in the first wave of attacks, only five people, the emperor level has just entered the emperor level Dacheng, and the two realms are mixed, just to test the strength, it is probably a good strategy to negotiate, after all, the eighth-order solid spirit fusion pill is extremely rare even if it enters the dragon realm, and now as long as you come to the stage, there will be one, which is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Looking at the number of people who attacked the ring, the Dragon Emperor didn't care, but the few guards around him frowned in unison, the Dragon Emperor is ruining for the little boy, the eighth-order pill, no matter how many more can be taken in the dragon realm, the first wave of five people, the offense and defense are not continued, the victory and defeat have been divided, how can there be more than a dozen waves, that is, dozens of hundreds of people, that is the eighth-order pill, the Dragon Emperor!

Zi Ming looked at the five people for a while, walked leisurely to the middle of the five, and asked unusually calmly, "Why did you come?"

The five people were puzzled, and Zi Ming asked again, "Come for fame, for profit, or for war?"

The water is ruthless and idly guarding the ring, it is bad when I hear it, but it is also the most effective way, killing chickens and monkeys, the peak of the emperor level, after all, it is not much higher than the cultivation of others, and it is tiring to cross several wheel battles if they are undefeated, it is better to calm the scene from the beginning. It's a pity for the lives of his compatriots.

The five of them didn't answer, they understood the questions, they couldn't understand the ideas, the little boy's thinking was problematic, why should he ask about obvious things.

Zi Ming smiled coldly, and the soul devouring force made a strong move, and the magic power spread out, "If you don't answer, you are here for profit, damn it." The figure flashed, reappeared in place, and just as he finished speaking, the five of them fell together.

Who is he, he is the Dark Emperor of the Netherworld, the first person to fight in the south and the north of the Netherworld, but he is not a half-baked person who plays the game of you and me. Looking around, he asked loudly, "Eighth-order elixir, can you bear it?"

The crows were silent, but after a while, ten people came to the stage, and as soon as they came to the stage, they all brushed out the magic weapons, and played the offensive and defensive techniques, group attacks, and killing. He was too arrogant.

Zi Ming stood still, quietly waiting for the ten people to get close, a taunt slipped by, the soul devouring spear swung around, and the ten people fell in response. Zi Ming doesn't like to fight and doesn't love war, so it has always been a quick battle and a fatal move.

The Soul Eater Spear spun around and returned to its original place, Zi Ming only shook his body, his footsteps did not move, although he was a little calm, but they really did not have to be afraid. Without looking at the ring, the Purple Soul Devouring Spear pointed at the fifteen corpses for a moment, and fifteen wisps of magic power overflowed out of the body, surrounding the fifteen corpses, and suddenly fifteen strands of spiritual power overflowed. The tricks are neat, but they are really a bit too spiritually draining.

Everyone was shocked and devoured, the demon cultivator was the most hateful, and he was the most likely to be devoured by everyone, he actually cultivated this method, and dared to devour it in public.

Zi Ming didn't care and asked loudly: "What's the matter, I can't see the method of devouring?" Death is dead, and it's a waste to let it go, why don't you let me swallow it, pity them for them, or do you endanger yourself and think I should be attacked and killed in a group?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they all looked at the Dragon Emperor, not daring to make a sound.

The Dragon Emperor was unmoved, as if he had not seen or heard. Netherworld, bitter cold land, demon beasts hunt and eat each other, and the purple underworld cultivates there, not the power of devouring is strange. It's just that the influence of the public is not good, but there is no need to deal with it, what is the difference between taking the demon pill and refining the medicine and directly devouring it, but Erer.

Everyone stared sideways, thinking differently, but no one dared to come to the stage again, not for fame, not for profit, not for war, just to save their lives.

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