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.
Chapter completed!