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On the way, Lu Mingyuan discovered that the surrounding mountains and mountains had turned into a wasteland desert. In just a quarter of an hour, he experienced forests, rivers, mountain barriers, plateau rainforests, and now turned into a wasteland desert.

The landform is indeed strange, as if it has been pieced together and does not conform to the laws of nature at all.

At this moment, the sky is dark, the sand is dry, black smoke is everywhere, and the flames of war are burning.

There was no sound of fighting anymore and it seemed very peaceful.

The closer he got to the center of the cave, the more familiar corpses Lu Mingyuan could see.

For example, the tall and muscular second prince of the Dawu Dynasty was defeated by the pig demon.

He finally died here, and many great warriors fell on this land.

The corpse was dripping with blood from being eaten by desert scorpions, and its internal organs were everywhere. The fatal injury came from a sharp instrument that sealed its throat.

The wound didn't look like it was caused by a sword, but rather like it was whipped by something and then wiped cleanly on the neck.

If there were no Grand Master, we would not even have the ability to protect ourselves in this small cave world.

Even a mid-level fifth-level master would not be able to survive that easily.

Along the way, I saw the guard who was trampled into vague meat patties by the monster army. It showed that there were many monsters, but he had been avoiding them, which didn't mean there weren't any.

Lu Mingyuan could only be grateful for the treasures, weapons and money on these corpses and accepted them with tears.

The person is dead, and it would be a waste to leave the treasure here.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting, it is better to let him take it away.

This act of plundering opportunities caused the refining degree of "Fuyuangungun"'s destiny to increase extremely quickly.

After a while, the progress reached more than half, climbing to 56%, and "Fu Bao" also entered the intermediate level.

"Blessing (Intermediate): Every time you get an opportunity, your luck will increase significantly."

His luck accumulates rapidly, and there are more and more opportunities to promote harvest. The opportunities can be turned into luck, so that his luck can roll higher and higher.

Speaking of treasure opportunities, I have to mention the two huge bird eggs I got before.

It's definitely a great opportunity.

In the future, it would be possible to raise two human Gu sky eagles to fly in the air and serve as mounts, which would be quite cool. At the same time, it could be regarded as a kind of boost. Such strange beasts could be cultivated to at least the fifth grade.

One was taken by myself, and the other was snatched from the monks of Zique Kingdom.

He had no intention of killing people at first, but after hearing that these guys were concealing the bird eggs, he decisively chose to take action and believed in the judgment of Gua Xiang. It would not be wrong. Maybe they would accidentally expose his whereabouts.

Soon, Lu Mingyuan saw another corpse.

A middle-aged general Luo Zihu.

This seemed to be the general of the Golden Crow Kingdom. Lu Mingyuan only remembered that the other person's surname was Yun. He had the cultivation of the eighth level of martial arts and the sea-viewing realm. He was originally escorting the Golden Crow Princess Luo Qiufu to Dayan.

He also used the Disguise Pill to transform into the other person's appearance and sneaked into Changle Palace.

This was one of the few middle and fifth-grade masters that Lu Mingyuan had seen fall.

At this moment, General Yun turned into a half-dead corpse, lying in a pool of blood. Perhaps because all the blood in his body had been drained, the middle-aged bearded face became quite pale and cold.

As he approached the center, the corpses he saw were getting higher and higher in cultivation.

Lu Mingyuan remembered that Song Haitang, one of the four princes of the Song Dynasty, had toasted to him at the banquet, but he was also dead now.

The reason why he remembered the other party was because he heard that the courtesans in Dayan brothel were really smooth, and he must give it a try if he had the chance.

Now, more than half of his head was bitten into pieces by a monster, and his internal organs were also eaten, leaving only a bloody empty shell.

later.

Lu Mingyuan discovered the aura of a Taoist in white robes from Leichi Taoist Temple, and soon found his body.

His strength is not weak, he is a Qi practitioner who has condensed the golden elixir.

He showed his face during the Demon Slaying Conference and was one of the combat guards of Changle Palace.

This was the first death of a middle-level fifth-grade monk from Dayan along the way.

Surrounding the corpse was a hundred-foot circle of scorched earth. The earth was sunken downwards. In the soil, there were red electric fires surging. There were heavy traces of the battle, and there were Dao Qi remnants.

It shows that before falling, he struggled hard.

In the center of the scorched earth, the Taoist in white had turned into a pile of broken bones, with his golden elixir broken.

"Even the ninth realm monks have died. Are many princes still alive?"

Lu Mingyuan muttered to himself, and in the end, he just shook his head and sighed, spread out his body skills and hurried towards the direction pointed by the jade sign.

Since there is no prompt, it means he is not dead.

The princes of major dynasties must be the key targets of protection and are protected by powerful monks.

The unlucky few who encounter an army of monsters will face death.

After all, not everyone is like him, with hexagram instructions and the ability to avoid dangerous paths.

Moreover, both Lu Yunqing and Lu Guangjing are not weak, and they also have the eighth realm. They cannot be judged by the ordinary eight realms. With the life-saving magic weapons given by their elders, they will not die against the ninth realm.

Thinking like this.

Lu Mingyuan sped up his walking pace. He wondered how senior Sui Yuqing was doing now and whether he could defeat the Dragon Lord.

Suddenly, at a certain moment.

Lu Mingyuan found that in his consciousness, there was a pathfinder shadow warrior ahead who lost contact and disconnected, which attracted his attention.

Along the way, the Blood Shadow Corps played an important role in opening the way.

With a radius of several hundred meters, if Shadow Warrior hadn't been clearing the way, he would have encountered a lot of trouble.

"Is there an army of monsters blocking the way?"

Lu Mingyuan guessed.

The yellow sandy valley in front of you is the only way to the ancient battlefield ruins, and you can't avoid it even if you want to.

"The tortoise shell has no triggers, which means there is no danger."

Lu Mingyuan has learned to be smart now. If there is danger, the six-line tortoise shell will definitely shine with light and prompts.

It can be used to detect whether the road is safe.

Since there is no danger, it means that Turtle Shell believes that his strength is 100% sure and is completely enough to deal with it, so he did not react.

Before reaching the destination, they encountered monsters blocking the way, so they had no choice but to eradicate them.

Lu Mingyuan's eyes sharpened.

Taking the first step towards the valley.

Many desert poisonous scorpions suddenly emerged from the ground. They were very large, as high as three people, and were arranged densely, blocking the road in the valley. Fortunately, they were not strong and did not pose a threat to him.

Blood squirmed on the ground, and masked warriors emerged one after another. Looking around, there were dozens of them, waving the hilts of their knives indifferently towards the desert scorpions.

"Uh-huh!"

"Uh-huh!"

Clean and efficient.

Shadow warriors do the work of killing monsters.

The experience belongs to him, which makes sense.

Lu Mingyuan took one step at a time, treating the savage beast as if it were nothing, walking steadily with an indifferent expression, and no blood on his clothes. However, the desert poisonous scorpions around him were quickly wiped away, and the green demon blood flowed all over the ground.

Since he stepped into the Yellow Sand Valley.

There was a "bang", the ground shook, and the smoke and dust were eye-catching.

Lu Mingyuan finally discovered the main reason for the shadow warrior's breakup.

The black shadow above his head moved, and he looked up. Only then did he see that it was a huge man with six arms and a scorpion body. There was a shocking sword mark on his chest. From a distance, it looked like a 100-meter magic mountain. Only one arm It is the size of a hillside and seems to be able to move mountains and fill rivers.

The top of his head was almost above the valley.

Lu Mingyuan's vitality sense spread all the way, and soon found that the ground was full of corpses of human monks, as well as the broken limbs of armored guards. Most of them had been beaten into a bloody paste by the scorpion-bodied man.

At the same time, Lu Mingyuan saw an acquaintance wielding a gun on the arm of a huge scorpion-bodied man, with a burst of energy, creating an arc-moon gun beam in the sky.

Lu Mingyuan was impressed by that spear.

It is the Thousand Mountains Ten Thousand Toughness Spear, which is ranked twenty-seventh in the Ten Thousand Treasures Divine Weaponry.

Of course, there is no need to say more about the owner of this gun.

It was none other than King Lu Guangyao of Chu, the third prince of Dayan.

Lu Guangyao was holding a gun in his left hand, and for some unknown reason, his right hand was broken and empty.

At this time, he was fighting very hard. He was holding the weapon with one hand, and his combat power was obviously not as good as his two hands.

"Boom!!"

The man with the scorpion body stretched out a hand and smashed it against the ground. He raised his hand and attacked and killed the monk who still had a faint breath, as well as the desert poisonous scorpion who was accompanying him, and smashed them into a pulp.

Obviously, its purpose is only to kill the human race. Even if it is of the same race, it cannot escape the fate of death.

"Come on, this is an Eight Realm Demon King!"

In desperation, Lu Guangyao noticed a young man appearing at the entrance of the valley. Without thinking too much, Chuanyin loudly dissuaded him.

The scene was a mess, and there was no one left alive.

He didn't want to see anyone die again.

"Zheng!"

Lu Guangyao heard the message and took a breath for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the huge man with a scorpion body found the opportunity and waved his scorpion tail like a long knife, sending out bursts of cold light.

He directly knocked the spear out of Lu Guangyao's hand, and cut off his other hand with the long sword and scorpion tail. The green venom rotted in the wound and oozed pus, preventing it from healing.

In an instant, Lu Guangyao's arms were empty and turned into human sticks.

The scorpion-bodied man sneered, without saying a word, and smashed down one of the six arms.

He knocked Lu Guangyao straight down, and his strong body was beaten to a bloody pulp.

"Demon King."

Lu Mingyuan frowned.

As far as he knew, every existence that could be called a demon king was a great demon above the seventh realm, equivalent to a middle-level fifth-level monk in the human race.

It takes at least a hundred years of cultivation before it is possible to become a demon king. The demon king can command tens of thousands of demon clans and is a powerful existence among the demon clan.

Because Lu Guangyao reminded himself, he was defeated by the poisonous scorpion demon king.

His cultivation level is only that of a top grandmaster. It is not easy to fight the Demon King for so long.

Lu Mingyuan felt a sense of heaviness in his heart.

A thought came to my mind.

Immediately activate his subordinate Tianzi Shadow Warrior, who has never shown his face, Zhao Gongming.

The poisonous scorpion demon king was about to make a last strike and split Lu Guangyao's body in half with the scorpion tail of his long sword. As a result, a Taoist monk with a long whip and a cold expression appeared in front of Lu Guangyao. Scorpion Tail blocked it.

Fighting with each other.

"Third brother, are you okay?"

Lu Mingyuan ran over and leaned in front of Lu Guangyao, his eyes solemn, and his sense of vitality swept through the third prince's body.

It was discovered that the opponent's Dantian had been shattered, the meridians were fighting to the point of being severed, the acupoints were dim, the Qi and blood were extremely weak, and the excellent qualifications for martial arts had been destroyed.

It was obvious that he had escaped and was exhausted from the battle.

The seriousness of the injury can no longer be used to summarize the other party's situation. It can only be said that the oil is exhausted.

He is just a great master, it is really not easy to achieve this level.

Out of morality and the kind reminder just now, Lu Mingyuan took out a handful of the best rejuvenation pills and gave it to the other party.

However, Lu Guangyao turned his head to avoid him. He showed a sad smile and said in a dry and hoarse voice:

"It's useless unless the immortal comes to save you. Otherwise, it's just a waste of elixirs. Leave it to yourself. The elixirs now are all precious."

"I don't want to live anymore, it would be better to die."

Lu Mingyuan said in confusion: "Third brother, what are you talking about? Living is definitely better than dead."

Lu Guangyao shook his head and said with firm eyes: "I, Lu Guangyao, should have died on the battlefield! Instead of surviving. On the day I left the military camp, when I saw the brothers and soldiers who followed me being beheaded, I fell into difficulty. Amid the self-blame I endured, if Master hadn't stopped me, I would have killed myself long ago."

Lu Mingyuan understood the other party's mood very well.

Ever since the yellow robe was added to the body, the King of Chu had been keeping himself under house arrest in his mansion. He could not leave the house and could not get rid of his self-blame all day long.

In other words, this inner demon has stopped his martial arts at this point.

Xun Yu destroyed his ambition to become a martial artist.

Rather than living in the shadows all day long, it is better to escape as soon as possible.

Perhaps, this is what the third brother is thinking at this time.

"well."

Lu Mingyuan closed his eyes, sighed, and looked up at the sky.

There was an extremely complicated expression on his face.

"And Sixth Brother, this is not an ordinary demon king. He is very strong and cannot be taken lightly," Lu Guangyao reminded weakly.

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Mingyuan heard the sound of Zhao Gongming being knocked away behind him, so he slowly put down Lu Guangyao's body, stood up slowly, and stood up straight.

This demon king is not as simple as the ordinary eighth realm. If it relies only on simple manipulation, it cannot be crushed.

"What kind of human boy is this guy looking for death?"

The poisonous scorpion demon king sneered, and after smashing Zhao Gongming away, he swung the scorpion tail over with his long knife, thinking about the two weaklings here, and wanted to split Lu Mingyuan's body in two.

But the next second.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

The human man in front of him stretched out a hand, and an invisible force emerged from his body, making it impossible for his long sword and scorpion tail to move forward.

A long knife formed by martial arts aura appeared in Lu Mingyuan's hand.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The acupuncture points blocked by the flood dam flowed out with a massive amount of martial arts vitality like Yang!

For a moment, Lu Mingyuan's body burst out with an astonishing power. His acupoints were like the Big Dipper, emitting bright light, his energy and blood were like dragons, and he was as majestic as the sun.

All the power is poured into the long knife in his hand.

"Whoosh!"

The Poisonous Scorpion Demon King only saw a flash of thunder.

"Zheng!"

In the blink of an eye, Lu Mingyuan appeared above him, with an indifferent expression, and raised the knife to the ground.

"Wow!"

A large amount of green demon blood spurted out!

With just one blow, the poisonous scorpion demon king's tail was cut off!

"Damn Terran, my tail!"

Make the other party howl in pain.

The terrifying sword cry turned into a requiem, and the huge body was cut cleanly by the sword energy. Every arm and every leg was cut off.

Lu Guangyao, who was lying on the ground with only his last breath, felt completely relieved after seeing this scene. He said in a low voice: "It turns out that the one who hides the deepest is your kid. It's a shame that I looked down on you before."

After saying this, he closed his eyes forever.

[The third prince, Lu Guangyao, was trapped in the siege of the demon clan. He fought to the last moment and died of exhaustion, and his dragon luck dissipated. 】

[Emperor Orange Fate - Trapped Dragon in the Abyss, Refining Degree Increased to 68%]

"Third brother, have a good trip."

Finally, Lu Mingyuan cut off the head of the Poisonous Scorpion Demon King with one strike and took a deep breath.

The moment the third prince fell.

Lu Mingyuan discovered that the martial arts luck he lacked seemed to be enough.

Previously, it was because many princes divided up the dragon's luck, that's why he had the bottleneck of the Nine Realms.

Now that Lu Guangyao is dead, he seems to be confident of attacking the ninth realm, Dragon Gate.