Starting From the Dragon Clan To Penetrate the World

Hearing this, Lu Chen smiled silently, and patted Lu Ming's head, "Someone told me, don't teach you boxing, then I'll teach you knives, okay?"

Little Lu Ming pouted, "Who said that? Is it Brother Tiannan? Or... Brother Feng? Sister Wanqing? Wait... It's not that Senior Sister said that, right?"

He was a little unconvinced, "Do they think my boxing talent is not good? Why don't they let me practice?"

Lu Chen sighed with emotion, "Maybe he is afraid that you will regret it in the future... Then what do you want me to teach you?"

Xiao Lu Ming frowned and thought hard, and finally scratched his head, "I don't think I will regret it. What is there to regret when I become stronger, I still want to practice boxing."

Lu Chen was silent for a moment, and finally laughed.

"Brother Chen, what's so funny!"

Little Lu Ming was a little embarrassed, "Could it be that my talent is poor?"

"Hahaha, no, no, I just wanted to laugh, I just felt that people are really changing all the time, and some things, no matter how old they are, will not change for a long time, even if the cause and effect is reversed... reincarnation is subverted."

Lu Chen couldn't stop laughing, suddenly feeling very comfortable, stood up, "Okay, I have a special class tonight, I will pass on the essence of boxing to you."

Little Lu Ming thought it was inexplicable at first, but when he heard that Lu Chen was about to start acting, he immediately became excited and focused on Lu Chen's method.

On Zhige Peak, fists were in full swing, the young man was beside the fountain, watching the starlight sprinkled in the water, like a firefly.

In the distance, Zhi Gefeng's disciples watched this scene, and Wuyi stepped forward to disturb them.

When Lu Chen stopped, the sky was about to clear, and the dark night became gray.

At this moment, the meteor streaked across the sky, extremely bright, almost illuminating the entire night sky, and finally fell in the East China Sea where the god-burial star was buried.

"Brother Chen, why do you think the meteor falls?"

Little Lu Ming looked at the falling meteor and asked curiously.

When he was young, he devoted himself to martial arts, but he was not a formal practitioner, and he never went to cultural classes. Today, he felt that the night sky was so mysterious.

Lu Chen touched Xiao Lu Ming's shoulder and looked at the East China Sea, "...Maybe he has carried too many people's wishes."

Coinciding with the rising sun, rising from the sea level, the dazzling light sprinkled on the faces of the man and the boy, full of warmth, like hope that dawn would break in the darkness.

"It's time, boy, we should go."

An unfamiliar voice rang in Lu Chen's ears through divine sense transmission. Lu Chen turned his head and saw the mute mother-in-law sweeping the floor in front of the ladder at the entrance of Zhi Gefeng.

At the Zhigefeng Square, all the disciples came out of their cultivation places and saluted Lu Chen on the edge of the square.

There is worship and expectation in those eyes, with a bright vision for the future, with the wishes of the warriors to the strong.

They may not know where Lu Chen is going, but they know that the first arrogant of the god-burial star, the first male disciple of Wushen Mountain, is ready to go, carrying people's hopes.

Lu Chen didn't say goodbye to Lu Ming, he went straight to the dumb mother-in-law and saluted respectfully, "Senior, you can go now."

The mute mother-in-law didn't say any more, a spiritual force wrapped Lu Chen, and went straight to the direction of the original mine.

At the same time, many streamers converged on the God Burial Star, some from the direction of the Daxia Royal Family, some from the direction of Xueyue Peak, and some from the direction of Wuwang Valley. Cooperate with Lu Chen who broke into the depths of the original mine.

Every cultivator has at least the strength of the second small step of the end, and the strongest even reached the third step. They are responsible for helping Lu Chen open the way in the original mine, and sending Lu Chen as deep as possible. Convey their prayers for the existence of the restricted area to the deepest.

...

Time flies, the exploration of the original mine was not smooth, Lu Chen found that the road here is changing, and it seems that it will repair itself.

The road he took when he came with Qianxue last time was no longer possible. He didn't know if he was lucky last time and was unlucky this time, but he went deep into the mine and often encountered danger.

Unexplained things in the depths of the mine are frequent. If it wasn't for the support of the three third-tier seniors in the final realm, Lu Chen might have been trapped in the original mine by himself.

"Predecessors of the ancient times, this world has encountered a crisis, and the seniors are also invited to perform miracles. The juniors follow the rules and bring the Yang Blood Stone."

I don't know how many times, Lu Chen shouted this sentence again in the empty mine.

But what responded to him was only the tide of the black mist, and the ominous ghost that flashed by chance.

Maybe they didn't go deep enough, or maybe the rules of the original mine had been changed, or maybe those ancient beings heard his voice, but didn't want to pay attention at all.

"Nephew Lu, do you need to adjust your breath? Your Dao injury is not stable."

A skinny old man from the Valley of the Witch Kings said, his name is Jiang Li, he is the sixth elder of the Valley of the Witch Kings, has some friendship with Lu Tianhua, and is quite caring for Lu Chen.

During this period, although the major forces sent a total of twelve strong men, which was a rare luxury lineup in history to explore the original mine, there were still two old seniors who fell into the black mist.

It wasn't that he couldn't withstand the impact of the Kuroshio, but that he was killed by an unknown substance hidden in the Kuroshio.

One of the old women from Xueyue Peak was killed by a finger mixed in the black mist. It was only contaminated. In less than half a breath, he turned from a good person into a pool of black water.

Jiang Li also said that this finger was probably left by the immortal **** who died with resentment. Even if he came across it, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Lu Chen felt that the original mine had become very unfamiliar, or perhaps this was the danger that a forbidden area should have.

"It's okay, thank you Senior Jiang for your care, the Dao injury of the junior is an old problem, it's not in the way."

Lu Chen thanked him and said that his Dao injury had occurred twice in the past three months, and cracks began to appear on his body today.

Because he realized the meaning of the sword of cause and effect, Dao injury usually has no effect on him, at least not affecting his combat power. As long as he doesn't lose the chain at a critical moment like the last time he fought with Nichkhun, it will be fine.

"It's really hard to imagine what happened back then. The source of these black mists probably wasn't born because of the cataclysm before the God Burial Calendar. The original mines existed for longer than that."

Elder Ji Fenghua of the Daxia Royal Family stroked the stone wall and said with emotion.

The group continued to **** in the original mine. The gods were pitiful. Maybe it was the God Burial Star's hope-seeking team that finally got lucky. Lu Chen and the others found the exit and came to the boundless desert he had entered.

He picked up a handful of sand on the ground and started absorbing it with God Eater. God Eater's ability to absorb sand is very slow. promote.

"This sand does have some doorways..."

The elders and powerhouses of the major forces also looked at the sand in the desert curiously. After observing for a while, Jiang Li said in shock, "I'm afraid this is the weathering of the bones of the gods!"

The sand in Lu Chen's hand was passing by. Looking at the red moon high in the sky, he didn't know where to go for a while.

The road is long and the road is long...

...

Burial God Star, the outside world.

The one-month period of absolute peace that Lu Chen won has long since passed. In the past two months, the gambling battle has resumed, and the God Burial Star's record has been appalling.

Because Lu Chen is no longer fighting, and the nobles of the deep blood do not want to compete in the field where Lu Chen is located, they opened the interval.

Most of the gambling fights are still some distance away from the final realm, because Lu Chen is already at the peak of the final realm, and he does not meet the "competition standards" of gambling fights, so there is no need to worry about Lu Chen sweeping Case.

After engaging in this mode of gambling, God Burial Star couldn't win three battles almost every day.

At first, disciples of sects such as Qingyunmen fell in large numbers. Later, Wushen Mountain, Xueyuefeng, Daxia Royal Family, and Wuwanggu began to send disciples, but the situation is still not optimistic.

The disciples of Wushen Mountain have the most wins, and they are not the ones who have not fallen into battle.

In the cemetery behind Zhi Gefeng, Xiao Lu Ming poured wine in front of a grave, "Brother Tiannan..."

He clenched his small fists tightly and said with gritted teeth, "I will avenge you!"

Lu Tiannan was dead. When he first met Lu Chen, the high-spirited young blood secret warrior fell into a gambling fight a week ago, and was torn apart by a **** genius in Xinghe, not even the whole body was left.

"I'm going to kill them all!"

There was also a sad and angry roar of filial piety next to him, a man with hair disheveled, sitting in front of a tombstone, the mysterious blood of the gods was boiling, a pair of children's holes were red and full of bloodshots.

Lu Ming turned his head, and there was also sadness in his eyes, "Brother Feng..."

Lu Feng's expression was grief, and the bones all over his body were creaking from time to time as the secret blood boiled and filled with strength. Lu Wan'er died, and that was his favorite junior sister.

He got up full of anger and looked up at the lined up figures in the sky. Today, it was time for him to fight.

"Brother Feng... Can you not go?"

Lu Ming opened his mouth and said, he was a little scared. During this time, many brothers and sisters who were good to him on Zhi Gefeng died in the gambling battle.

Wushen Mountain is indeed the major force with the most victories, but in the past two months, Zhi Gefeng alone has lost twenty-four disciples!

"I have to go, not only for revenge, but also for a breath!"

Lu Feng, the most hilarious blood-secret martial artist at this time, looked very suffocating at this time. The most recent gambling battles were basically eight losses and two wins, and in a better situation, seven losses and three wins.

If there are no people in Wushen Mountain, then the God Burial Star will be eaten away faster.

Now that the scope of the original mine has been completely lost, the Yuanxue nobles have sent a group of people to explore, which makes the young Tianjiao feel very guilty.

Because some of them knew that Lu Chen had gone deep into the original mine with an important mission, but they did not guard the house.

The victory that Lu Chen had won had already been completely lost by them. Every piece of lost territory was like a pillar of shame, nailed to the land of God Burial Star, reminding them of their weakness every day.

Above the sky, a female disciple of the Daxia royal family was choked by a cruel force, and then swallowed by the blood energy of Yuanxue Tianjiao.

He stood still in the sky and sneered, "The creatures on the Burial God Star are nothing more than that. Except for Lu Chen, there seems to be nothing that can be done."

"It's too deceiving, I'll kill you!"

A roar sounded, and a disciple rushed out from the direction of the Witch King Valley and slammed an axe.

Lu Feng stared at a Yuanxue Tianjiao in the air, "Chenggu, how dare you fight!?"

"Rush to die, and fulfill you."

Cheng Gu stepped out with a sneer, and went straight to the galaxy with Lu Feng.

The intensity of the fighting broke out, it was no longer the end of one battle and then another.

Not long after, the disciple from the Valley of the Witch Kings chopped off the opponent's chest with an axe in the starry sky, but his head was taken off.

Lu Feng and Cheng Gu fought fiercely for half an hour. Under the sad and angry eyes of Wushenshan disciples, his chest was pierced by sharp claws. Galaxy.

The heavy atmosphere was pressing on the God Burial Star, no matter the age or cultivation base, the creatures on the God Burying Star felt breathless.

They are losing, they are dying, they are losing their homes, they are being madly humiliated by alien creatures.

"Oh, it looks like they're going to do this again today."

An old cultivator below sighed, looking above the sky, only to see Viscount Romon smiling, talking to a Yuanxue Tianjiao behind him, and someone walked forward.

These days, apart from the low-level Tianjiao duel, Viscount Romon will send a young Viscount to slaughter the powerhouse of God Burial Star in the final game.

The short man walked out of the team. He was Viscount Boer, the son of the marquis, and the monk who died in his hands. There were already more than ten people.

He tossed the blood-colored thorn in his hand, with a cruel smile on his face, "Romon understands me, I like this part the most every day."

For the cultivator who marked the burial of the gods, he was in the third rank of the final realm. How many cultivators of the third rank of the final realm were there in the burial of the gods?

Even if you count all the major forces, there are no more than 30 monks at this level, and he has already killed 11 people.

Here is a little entertainment of the Simon Empire, or a small strategy, in a one-on-one advantage match, destroy the backbone of the God Burial Star.

"Nofi, do you want to play?"

Viscount Bor turned his head and asked the tall and beautiful Tianjiao.

"Boring, it's all junk that can't hold on for a quarter of an hour."

Viscount Novi looked cold and showed no interest.

The voices of their words were not small, and the monks who were paying attention to this side could hear them, and the people of the God Burial Star felt a burst of humiliation.

The geniuses of the third tier of their final realm are already tens of thousands of years old, but they were slaughtered wildly by these young aristocrats who were less than 10,000 years old, and they are now judged as garbage.

When many young Tianjiao heard this, they almost felt that their chests were about to explode.

But the reality is that they don't have young people of this realm at all, and in the duel of this realm, they all lost.

"Really? It seems that you don't think you are trash."

At this moment, from the direction of the East China Sea, a thick male voice sounded.

The tide was rising, and a blue-haired man lifted off with the Seagod Trident on his back. His grand and domineering agreement rushed towards the galaxy like the sea, and the boundless murderous pressure was directed towards all the arrogances of Yuanxue.

"It's Ao Tian, ​​he's out!"

The demon clan in the East China Sea shouted excitedly when they saw this man. To be continued