"Independence...... Dugu senior!"

The middle-aged fat man's face is like earth, the one-legged king of the realm, and in his opinion, he is like a god, and he was killed like a chicken?

The middle-aged fat man felt like he was in a dream.

Lin Ming's shot also looked mediocre, why couldn't the one-legged realm king dodge?

It should be said that in the cognition of the middle-aged fat man, even if the one-legged realm king didn't dodge with a shot just now, he shouldn't hurt his old man in the slightest.

Not only the middle-aged fat man, but everyone present was a little confused, with their eyesight, they naturally couldn't tell the subtlety of the law contained in Lin Ming's shot just now, and even he couldn't judge the speed of Lin Ming's shot just now, because of the confusion of the laws of time and space, Lin Ming's gun speed gave people the illusion of infinity, as if it was slowing down.

"You...... You're the human in Imperial City!"

The middle-aged fat man still remembered Lin Ming, when he was in the Imperial City, Lin Ming's identity as a human race made him a little impressed, but in a blink of an eye, his face changed, as if he realized something terrible.

He was not stupid, and instantly thought of who Lin Ming was!

However, before he could shout, the phoenix blood spear stabbed the middle-aged fat man's throat.

Seeing the phoenix blood spear stabbing at him, the middle-aged fat man wanted to dodge, but at that moment, he felt that his body was locked by an inexplicable law force, and he couldn't move at all, so he could only watch this spear stab.

"This is the reason why Dugu's predecessor can't avoid being killed?"

This was the last thought of the middle-aged fat man on the battlefield of the original dream, and in the next moment, with a soft sound of "poof". The spear runs through the throat.

The middle-aged fat man has lost his breath.

Killed two people in a row, and among them there were top masters like the One-Legged Realm King, but Lin Ming didn't burst out with any terrifying momentum at all, and he didn't even move his footsteps.

Such a scene is terrifying.

"Killing God Lin Mu ......"

Someone spoke with difficulty, they were not closed to the news, of course they knew that in the past year, there was a terrible young man who had killed the Ten Thousand Ghost Heavenly Venerable, and he continued to hunt the king of the realm and the king of the great realm.

To others, the unattainable King of the Great Realm is only a meritorious value to Lin Mu.

Combined with the sentence that Lin Ming said before he killed the one-legged realm king - "One billion meritorious points...... Finally enough. ”

How could people still not understand Lin Ming's identity.

"He's had enough...... Billion Meritorious ......"

It's hard for people to imagine. Lin Ming's meritorious service. It must be a net merit after removing his bone age, an unimaginable astronomical figure.

Lin Ming turned his head and glanced at everyone present. It scared a lot of people out of the blue.

". ”

Lin Ming spoke. Crabs and crabs on these shrimp soldiers. He didn't bother to kill at all.

Many people fled if they were granted amnesty.

However, many of the disciples of Xiaoji Palace stayed. Because their senior sister Yuluo didn't move her feet.

Yuluo looked at Lin Ming, and stopped talking......

Lin Ming glanced at Yuluo, this trip to the Primordial Dream Battlefield, Lin Ming met the disciples of the Xiaoji Palace twice, which was also fateful, and Lin Ming entered the Primordial Dream Battlefield with the help of the token of the Xiaoji Palace.

"Stygian Spring Water Lotus, I've sent it to you. ”

Lin Ming had already heard the name of this elixir from the previous battles between the Xiaoji Palace and other forces, this was an elixir that was second in value to the Supreme Divine Pill, and Lin Ming didn't need it.

Giving the elixir to Xiaoji Palace can be regarded as the end of this period of cause and effect.

"Lin Mu ......"

Yuluo still wanted to say something, but when she spoke, Lin Ming's figure had already disappeared between heaven and earth, and only his voice was still echoing in the valley.

Time passed, and the name of the god killing Lin Mu, after a period of extreme prosperity, slowly became cold again, and the number of times he appeared was less, and in the end, it was almost extinct.

However, at this time, the masters of the Primordial Dream Battlefield, except for one Chaos Demon God who was still hiding somewhere in the battlefield, had already fallen to the vast majority.

And Lin Ming once again returned to the secret realm where the master of the Shura Road and the ancient king of the soul clan fought, and began to meditate on the ruins of the law here.

His cultivation had broken through too quickly, and he needed time to straighten himself out.

Time passed quietly, Lin Ming was meditating on the edge of the abyss, and the girl in red was wandering in this secret realm like a ghost, she would often be in a daze not far from Lin Ming's side, she sat on the dark cliff wall, reflecting the distant stars in the sky, as if recalling the ancient things of the long past.

Lin Ming didn't know how many things the girl in red remembered, but he felt that these days, she had been speaking more and more smoothly, and she wouldn't stutter for a long time.

In this way, the three-year period has arrived......

......

Outside the battlefield of the original dream, in the imperial city.

A powerful aura rose into the sky.

The clouds in the sky were torn apart like cloth.

A majestic palace, emitting the light of the great sun, dazzling, suspended in the void, awe-inspiring.

Some of the palace maids standing outside the palace were all introverted, and their cultivation was obviously extraordinary.

There is also a golden chariot like a mountain, emitting immeasurable light, and the strange palace faintly competes in the void, making people dare not look directly.

In addition, there is a powerful figure standing in the clouds, with enough shadows and shadows, and it is not clear what it looks like, but the vast aura emanating from the body is like an abyss and the sea, and it must be an absolute powerhouse. No one dares to underestimate it.

These are all big forces from all sides, in order to welcome those Tianjiao in their own clan who have entered the battlefield of the original dream.

"The battlefield of the original dream is about to close, and my descendants will surely shine and suppress the heroes. ”

"Ziling will definitely win glory for my spirit clan, wait and see. A tall Spirit King said.

"Hehe, geniuses may not be generous and glorious, in some old monsters, this time, I don't know how many so-called geniuses of the sect are going to be deflated. "Some people are whispering, it is true that genius is terrifying, but compared to those old monsters who have been cultivating for too long, they are naturally inferior.

If there are some old monsters who disregard their identity to attack the young handsome, those geniuses will also lose a lot.

The scene is getting grander and grander, and many forces have stepped into the original dream universe and entered the imperial city, rushing to welcome the opening of the original dream battlefield.

The Primordial Dream Battlefield is only a part of the Primordial Dream Universe, the Primordial Dream Universe is too vast, it covers the Seven Heavens of the Soul Realm, there is more than one Primordial Dream Battlefield, and different Primordial Dream Battlefields have different opening times.

It's easy to enter the Primordial Dream Universe, but if you want to enter the Primordial Dream Battlefield, you need tokens, and even the number of tokens of the big forces is extremely limited.

High in the sky, the boundless purple gate exudes a magnificent light, dazzling and dazzling.

An inexplicable force overflowed.

This gate, which has been closed for the past three years, is slowly opening at the moment, which also indicates that the battlefield of the original dream is about to close.

"It's out. ”

In the crowd, someone shouted excitedly. Some forces that are usually not in harmony are even more concerned about the results of the battle, hoping that their disciples can come out to suppress the opponent and lose face to the opponent.

For many forces, the achievements of the Primordial Dream Battlefield are related to the development of their sect, how can they not be nervous!

At this moment, I saw a loud bang in the purple gate, and in the midst of the raging waves, swishing, countless figures flashed outside.

A strong iron-blooded aura rises and falls.

Many forces have greeted it.

A young man flew up to an old man and handed out a token, and the old man laughed.

"Good job, my good boy. Hehe, it really makes grandpa's face shine. The old man touched the young man's head lovingly, and when he saw the merit token in his grandson's hand, he knew that his grandson must have killed a lot of people, which made him very pleased.

"Okay, my people from the Tree Blood Clan are just good. This time, I killed fifty-six people, well, and the Holy Lord's peak powerhouse? Okay, I'm satisfied. "The elder of the Tree Blood Clan, looking at the few young people of the Tree Blood Clan who came out, the strange turban wrapped around their foreheads exuded secret power, which was very weird.

"What? You are the only one left in our sect to come out? Who did it!" Some elders wailed, looking at the scarred disciples in front of them, and they were furious.

"People of the Oriental Family...... Actually designed to frame ...... You are so good, you are so vicious!" There are also bosses who are gritting their teeth.

All the forces are in the crowd, trying to find their own disciples and disciples.

Some forces were overjoyed to see that their disciples were outstanding. There are also strength gritted teeth, and secretly prepared revenge in their hearts.

For a time, the wind surged.

In front of the Emperor's Divine Wall, there was a crowd of people. (To be continued......)