Feng Qingxue is very strong, but this mountain is very vast and countless dragon beasts live. These dragon beasts keep rushing towards Feng Qingxue. Feng Qingxue wants to reach the top of the mountain, but the speed is very slow. He often has to kill many dragon beasts in a row to advance more than ten meters.

Every dragon beast was killed, and there was a wisp of tiny blood that flew to the top of the mountain.

Lu Ming followed the direction of the blood and energy gathering, and finally found that in the middle of the top of the mountain, there was an altar, and all the qi and blood flew towards the altar.

Lu Ming walked over and found a drop of blood floating in the middle of the altar, all of which were gathered in this drop of blood.

roar!

As soon as Lu Ming approached, a loud roar came from his blood. A vast and rich ancient aura came to his face, filled with terrible pressure, as if he was high above, the ancestor of all life, and wanted to kneel down and surrender.

"The blood of the original god!"

Lu Ming's eyes lit up.

He was sure that this was the blood of the primitive gods.

It turns out that the blood of the primitive gods does not exist just, but rather gathers the power of those bloodlines.

Lu Ming understood that he was afraid that the blood of the primitive gods had already spread out and evolved into infinite dragon beasts, distributed on this mountain. Each dragon beast that Feng Qingxue had just killed had a trace of the blood of the primitive gods. After killing the dragon beast, the blood force of the blood would be absorbed by the altar and gathered here, and eventually became a drop of real primitive god blood.

At this moment, it seems that a lot of dragon beast blood has gathered.

Roar roar roar...

From all directions, the roars of dragon beasts and the sound of war came constantly. Lu Ming walked to another direction and also discovered a path, and a group of geniuses were fighting against dragon beasts.

The young man who rushed to the front was the third-ranked God King List and the owner of Liumin Mountain.

Like Feng Qingxue before, every time they killed a dragon beast, they would have a trace of blood power gathered to the altar and become part of that drop of blood.

Then, Lu Ming came to another direction, and there was also a road, with a group of young people striving to attack, and the one in front was also a mountain master.

Lu Ming stood on the top of the mountain and found nine roads in total, fighting on each road.

"Murong Qiushui is really amazing!"

On the road, Lu Ming discovered Murong Qiushui.

Murong Qiushui is powerful and far ahead. He is approaching the mountainside. There are countless dragon beasts that die at his hands.

Nine flying knives surrounded the body, and every time they flew out, a dragon beast would be killed.

He kept moving forward, not only the people on this road were incomparable to him, but even on other roads, Feng Qingxue and others were in a certain gap with him.

"Climbing this mountain is like a test!"

Lu Ming understood it clearly.

There are nine roads in this mountain. The geniuses who come here set out from nine roads to the top of the mountain.

They fought all the way, and the blood of the killed dragon beasts would be gathered together to form the blood of the primitive gods.

Whoever climbs to the top of the mountain will get the blood of the primitive gods.

"It seems that it is not the time to take away the original blood. The more bloodlines of the dragon beasts gather, the better. I'd better wait!"

"These people probably wouldn't have dreamed that I had appeared on the top of the mountain. It seems that Murong Qiushui would be the first to climb to the top of the mountain. I wonder what kind of expression he would look like when he saw me after he climbed to the top of the mountain?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Lu Ming's mouth, and he was quite looking forward to it.

Lu Ming was waiting quietly on the top of the mountain. Murong Qiushui and others did not notice at all. There was already one more person on the top of the mountain.

Time passed slowly, and Murong Qiushui became more and more brave as he fought, slowly approaching the top of the mountain.

The others also fought hard and used all the means to rush to the top of the mountain first and get the original divine blood.

As the dragon beasts were killed more and more, the blood gathered more and more, the drop of blood from the primitive gods became more and more dazzling, and the ancient aura became more and more intense.

Lu Ming couldn't help but feel frightened, and his eyes were hot. If he absorbed and refined this drop of primitive divine blood, the primitive divine body would probably be able to achieve transformation, and he would train a drop of his own primitive divine blood in his body, and the primitive divine body would enter another stage.

Half an hour later, Murong Qiushui was covered in blood and was about to step into the top of the mountain.

"It's almost done!"

Lu Ming whispered, then came to the edge of the original divine blood, and grabbed the original divine blood.

roar!

A violent roar came from the primitive divine blood, like a dragon roar.

Yes, and Lu Ming saw a very mini dragon in this drop of primitive divine blood, roaring at Lu Ming.

A powerful repulsive force repelled Lu Ming and prevented Lu Ming from approaching.

"I still want to resist, just a drop of blood, come in!"

Lu Ming sniffed softly and grabbed it hard, trying to put it into the storage ring.

Roar roar roar roar...

Suddenly, violent roars came from the primitive divine blood, resounding through the sky and shaking the entire mountain.

"What's going on?"

"Why did there be a violent roar on the top of the mountain? Has someone already reached the top of the mountain?"

"Damn it, it must be Murong Qiushui!"

Feng Qingxue and others looked ugly.

But I didn't know that Murong Qiushui's face looked even more ugly.

He had not reached the top of the mountain yet, so why did the top of the mountain make such a strong sound? What's going on? Could it be that someone climbed to the top of the mountain earlier than him?

"impossible!"

Murong Qiushui roared, he didn't believe that someone could reach the top of the mountain earlier than him.

"kill!"

He roared and launched his attacks frantically, and the dragon beasts that stood in front of him were constantly being killed.

At this moment, Lu Ming's palm was getting closer and closer to the original divine blood, and he was about to be caught. Suddenly, this drop of primitive divine blood suddenly squirmed and turned into a sharp little sword. With one stroke, it cut through Lu Ming's palm, and then merged with Lu Ming's blood and drilled into Lu Ming's body.

"Jump into my body!"

Lu Ming was a little stunned. He wanted to put it away first and then slowly refine it. How could he merge with his blood and enter his body?

"Lu Ming..."

Just now, an angry, incredible roar rang out.

Murong Qiushui rushed to the top of the mountain, and he happened to see Lu Ming put away his original divine blood. His eyes were wide open and filled with incredible writing.

Didn’t Lu Ming be destroyed by him into the abyss filled with the fire of Demonic Rou? Why haven’t he died yet? And he appeared on the top of the mountain earlier than him?

What's going on?

Then he saw the door, and in an instant, he understood.

It turns out that there is another way to reach here directly.

It turns out that he had beaten to death before, but it was all in vain, and Lu Ming was all in a bargain.

He almost vomited blood and was almost crazy.
Chapter completed!