Chapter 2412 Alien Longevity List

"Boy, the strength is good, I will meet you!"

Just as many alien races were speculating, a voice sounded.

Then, everyone saw that a burly figure stepped out.

This figure, more than two meters tall, was covered with purple scales, and he just came with Mo Tianluo.

"Budo, it's Budo!"

"Budo is about to make a move. Although his talent is not as high as that of the Eighth Prince, it has been a thousand years since he cultivated, but he has broken through the Great Emperor Realm some time ago, which should be enough to suppress that kid!"

Seeing this figure, many people were excited.

"Buduo, don't be merciless, give me all the shots, kill, kill, kill him, I'll be responsible for anything!"

Mo Tianluo roared, extremely ferocious.

He could not wait to cut Lu Ming into eight pieces.

Budo was a burly man, his three eyes flashed with cold light, he stepped out, and the ground shook.

In his hand, a pitch-black iron rod appeared. The iron rod shook slightly, and all the pitch-black black holes popped out of the space, incomparably infiltrating.

On the side, many people stepped back.

The emperor's shot is no trivial matter. Some people with weak cultivation bases do not want to be involved.

Lu Ming looked at Bu Duo calmly, a one-star emperor, he really didn't take it to heart.

"Go ahead!"

Lu Ming spoke calmly.

"Kid, die for me!"

There was a trace of grimness in Bu Duo's eyes, he burst out with all his strength, jumped up, and then fell down on Lu Ming with a stick like the top of Mount Tai.

This stick is amazingly powerful. If it is really a true emperor, it is absolutely impossible to stop it, and it will be smashed into flesh.

On the side, Chiayi's eyes flashed, but he didn't make a move. Lu Ming was someone with the bloodline of the Sacred Ancestor, so he shouldn't die so easily.

Boom!

The iron rod bombarded down,

There was a dull roar, and in an instant, it was close to Lu Ming's head.

Just when everyone thought that Lu Ming was going to be hit in the head with a stick, Lu Ming stretched out a hand and grabbed it.

bump!

With a dull roar, the pitch-black iron rod was grabbed by Lu Ming, and then the iron rod was fixed in the air, motionless.

There is also Budo, the same is true, he holds the iron rod in both hands and is also fixed in the air.

The seemingly inexhaustible stick was stopped by Lu Ming's hand.

"This is your strength, and nothing more!"

Lu Ming opened his mouth lightly, his palms were forced, and he was suddenly shocked.

hum!

The iron rod vibrated violently, and a terrifying force followed the iron rod and blasted towards Budo.

Budo screamed, and his body flew out like a cannonball, stepping into the footsteps of Mo Tianluo, smashing the ground heavily, spurting blood.

"This..."

The scene fell into a dead silence again.

One move, another move, Bu Duo, who had reached the Great Emperor Realm, was also defeated. In Lu Ming's hands, he had no power to fight back.

How could Lu Ming be so strong?

Is this the power of the human race? How could the human race be so strong?

Many people are of different races, and there is a shocking light in their eyes.

In their conception, the human race, the divine beasts of the heavenly world, are fundamentally vulnerable, and their evil god race is the supreme existence.

But now a young human race has defeated several of their masters in a row.

"This person looks young, maybe he has been practicing for endless years, so his strength is so strong!"

"Yes, it must be so!"

Then, there were many other people who spoke up, thinking that Lu Ming was a very old monster.

It is normal for an old monster who has cultivated for endless years to have such strength.

"Really deceive yourself!"

Lu Ming sneered, full of disdain.

"What did you say?"

"Haven't you been cultivating for many years, then tell me, how many years have you been cultivating until now?"

someone asked out loud.

"Okay, then I'll tell you, I, Lu Ming, have practiced until now, less than two hundred years!"

Lu Ming's voice spread throughout the audience.

"What? Less than two hundred years, how is it possible?"

"In less than two hundred years, it is impossible to defeat Buduo in the Great Emperor Realm. How could the human race have such a strong talent? He must be lying and deliberately attacking us!"

Many aliens shouted, unwilling to believe.

In less than two hundred years, there are not many of the entire Heretic God clan who can defeat Buduo who has reached the one-star Great Emperor Realm.

"So you are deceiving yourself. I believe you have a way to determine your age. If you don't believe it, find someone to measure it!"

Lu Ming said.

The aliens fell silent. Seeing that Lu Ming was so confident, he should not have lied. He should have cultivated for less than two hundred years.

The human race actually has such arrogance.

"Is there anyone else coming out to fight? Today, I want to try what means your family has!"

Lu Ming's voice could be heard far away.

There was silence at the scene, everyone looked at you, I looked at you, and for a while, no one made a move.

Lu Ming has practiced for less than two hundred years. At this age, there are not many who can fight against Lu Ming in the entire Heretic God Realm, and even more so at the scene.

And those who have practiced for tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer, come out to fight Lu Ming, it seems a bit shameful.

"Hehe, aren't the Heretic Gods like a cloud of masters, and there is no one to fight. Well, I will give you a chance. Anyone who has practiced for less than ten thousand years can come and fight with me, and I will follow!"

Lu Ming said loudly.

"Lu Ming, you said this yourself, don't go back on it!"

Mo Tianluo shouted.

"certainly!"

Lu Ming responded.

"Okay, my family has a longevity list, which records a hundred top masters who have practiced for less than ten thousand years. Any one is enough to crush you. You wait for me, and I will find someone!"

Demon Tianluo said fiercely.

Today, he must make Lu Ming look good.

"Longevity List, one hundred masters who have practiced less than ten thousand years, interesting, let's find them, find a few more, I'll wait here!"

Lu Ming said, his face relaxed, not only was he not nervous, but he was looking forward to it.

For Martial Emperor Realm, cultivation is less than 10,000 years, and it can be said that it is in a golden period, a period of outbreak of cultivation.

It also represents the future.

The concept is similar to that of the younger generation of Tianjiao.

Lu Ming also wanted to see what the strength of a group of experts from the Heretic God Clan who were less than 10,000 years old.

Lu Ming folded his arms and waited quietly.

Around, there are more and more alien races gathered.

A human race challenged them in their royal city, how many years has not happened?

They also want to see, what kind of strength does this human race, who has practiced less than two hundred years, have?

High in the sky, there were several figures standing there, but no one noticed.

These people are the alien king, the general Moraka, and several other strong men.

"As expected of the person chosen by the Sacred Heart Ancestor, it is indeed extraordinary!"

Alien kings.

Before they, they didn't know that Lu Ming had such a strong strength.

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