Eschatological System

On the top floor of the Qianlong Hall, ten powerful men sat sat on the case, drank wine, ate fairy fruits, talked first, and occasionally glanced at the ghost screen.

"This qualifying battle is full of surprises."

The white-haired old man Qian Han smiled and said that more than 2,000 members of the Qianlong God List in the small world were all under his control, and he naturally knew everything.

"Looking at the boy, it seems that he understands the situation of heaven and earth."

The white-haired old man Qian Han pointed at the figure of Su Ming in the ghost screen, a faint smile appeared on the old cheek, and he said casually.

"The general situation of heaven and earth?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Su Ming.

Once you comprehend the general situation of the heavens and the earth, almost 90% of you can grasp the artistic conception. Among the powerful people in the realm who can understand the artistic conception are the existence of rare horns.

It's a good seed!

"Qianhan, what's that kid's name?"

Jiandou sipped, and asked with a smile.

Twenty-three people also looked to the white-haired old man Qian Han, and they were slightly interested in Su Ming.

"Su Ming, with average talent, only comprehends the rules of the three systems and belongs to the bottom of the Qianlong God List ..."

The white-haired old man Qian Han was slightly surprised and said softly.

"Ha ha ha, average talent? Qian Han, are you kidding? How many members of Qianlong God List have realized the general situation of the world?"

"There is no boy in Fenghuang and no boy in black killing. Only Su Ming is aware of the general situation in the world. Can such a talent be called average?"

Wearing a white robe. Holding a folding fan, the handsome middle-aged man said with a smile.

"What? Shirasawa, do you like it?"

The white-haired old man Qian Han smiled slightly and asked softly.

"Well, if you don't want it, then I will accept it."

The handsome middle-aged man Bai Ze raised his wine glass and took a sip, watching everyone smiling with a smile.

There are nine ambassadors of Qianlong, the sword bag is the ambassador, and the third is the ambassador. The handsome middle-aged man Bai Ze is also a sacred messenger, and each sacred messenger leads the sacred guard.

The top powers of the nine major leagues all know that Qianlong has nine ambassadors, but they do n’t know how many Qianweis have Qianlong, and how many successful mainstays Qianlong has!

The nine ambassadors are naturally the strongest in the realm of the realm. The old man is not the ambassador, but he also has the full strength of the realm of the realm. No one knows how many Qianlong perfectionists are hidden in the end. The only thing that those top forces know is that they must not violate Qianlong!

The once-every-year ranking of the Qianlong Gods ranking battle, the main role is to let these emissaries select the saints. Generally, members of the Qianlong God List can only become the guardian if they have become the strongest in the realm of the realm and have been tested. However, there are exceptions. Although Fenghuang and Heishai are not strong in the realm of the realm, they have the same strength as the primary median realm. There is no problem in becoming a saint.

"Bai Ze, Na Suming just realized the three-line rule, and his strength is at most equivalent to that of the lower middle class. Is it too early for him to join the Saint?"

The middle-aged woman wearing a nine-color gown and curling her hair tall and polite, said with a smile.

The woman who spoke was called Caiyi. One of the nine ambassadors!

"Oh, good seed, naturally you have to be treated specially."

Bai Ze gently shook the folding fan, smiled softly, and said softly.

"New Year's Eve, are you okay?"

Bai Ze looked at the old man in red robe who was pouring himself wine.

"What can I say? Fenghuang and Heisha belong to me. The others are free."

The old man in the red robe said quietly.

The Qianlong God Rankings battle once every 10,000 years. The nine ambassadors took turns to choose, this time it was the old man in the red robe. According to rules, he had the right to choose two people first.

Although the old man in the red robe also wanted Kebei, but the face of Jiandou couldn't help it. So he chose Fenghuang and Heisha.

"Thanks a lot."

Bai Ze smiled casually. Although Su Ming had good talents, he was a lot worse than Fenghuang, Heisha, and Kebei. This was just a trivial matter for them.

The crowd continued to drink without paying much attention to the ghost screen. After all, the qualifying battle has just begun, and they will pay attention when the top ten are playing.

In the small world, on the azure ocean, Luo Ling was indifferent, waiting quietly for the next opponent, fighting hundreds of times, and Luo Ling gradually became familiar with the power in his body.

Hum ~

The space shook slightly, and a young girl in a short green dress suddenly appeared.

"Feng Yaner!"

"Lorraine!"

The woman in the green skirt was Feng Yan'er. The moment she saw Luo Ling, a sneer appeared on her pretty cheek.

Rowling ranks 719, she is 718!

It seemed to Feng Yaner that her chance for revenge was coming!

"Well, I wouldn't be able to defeat you without the integration of the blood of the demon, but my brother has already exchanged a blood of the devil, this time I will make you regret it!"

Feng Yan'er narrowed his eyes slightly, a little bit of cold light, and a cold smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone said that the path of the enemy was narrow. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it."

At the feet of Feng Yaner, there was a slight ripple, and she slowly walked towards Luo Ling.

Luo Ling stepped on the waves, like a fairy who didn't mess with the dust. She used to worry about Feng Yan's brother. Now even if Feng Huang takes the shot herself, she has no fear, let alone Feng Yaner.

When she was on the earth, Luo Ling was a person with clear grudges. Those who dared to provoke her would not have a good end. After entering the universe, there were too many powerful people. She had been holding back in order not to cause trouble to Ke Bei, but now No need for forbearance!

Feng Yan'er dare to insult her, and dare to insult Ke Bei, this revenge is due.

Huh!

Feng Yan'er's feet suddenly stepped on, and the turbulent ocean waves rolled up, and then Feng Yan'er turned into a residual image, which appeared in front of Luo Ling instantly, his fists suddenly clenched, and slammed into Luo Ling severely.

At this moment, the breath fluctuation of Feng Yaner's body almost reached the main level of the primary lower level!

"Your strength has grown a lot ..."

Luo Ling said with a slight smile on his face, slightly surprised.

Feng Yaner ranked 718, but the strength shown at this moment is definitely qualified to win the top 100, and the strength has become too strong!

"I'm not the same person I used to be. I've merged the blood of gods and demons, killing you like killing a chicken. If it's not in Qianlong, I'll kill you now!"

Feng Yan'er was very confident, drinking coldly, and at the same time, her little fist clenched tightly had come to Luo Ling.

"I'm sorry, I'm not what I was ..."

There was a sneer in Luo Ling's mouth, and in the face of Feng Yan'er's fist, he didn't mean to evade. The delicate hand slowly raised, just as Feng Yan's fist was about to fall on her, Luo Ling suddenly disappeared.

boom!

Feng Yan'er punched the air with a punch, shattering the surrounding space.

"What about people?"

Feng Yan'er opened her eyes suddenly, she couldn't figure out how Luo Ling escaped. At this moment, a quiet voice sounded slowly.

"I am here."

Luo Ling's voice sounded loudly, and then she was photographed by Feng Yaner.

Uh ~

If Feng Yaner was struck by lightning, her body flew out, spraying a blood in the air, her face was extremely pale.

"How could this be? How could this be?"

Feng Yan'er looked stunned, his eyes dull, and he muttered to himself, as if losing his soul.

"I have merged the blood of the gods and demons. I, I already have the primary strength of the lower level, how can I lose? How can I lose!"

Feng Yan'er's hair was messy, and she screamed in silence, this blow was too big for her.

"Nothing is impossible. You dare insult me ​​and my husband that day. Let's calculate this account slowly."

Luo Lingqiao's face had a touch of cold mansions, her hands slowly raised, and a fan went away.

Poppy poppy!

The crisp sounds kept ringing, Feng Yaner's cheeks were red and swollen, and the corners of her mouth were filled with dazzling blood red. Feng Yaner's blood was blended with the blood of the devil, and her physical strength was not weak. Generally, a strong and powerful person may not hurt her, but the power of Luo Ling Bigger!

The fierce roar echoed, Feng Yan'er could not wait to die. This humiliation continued until she was moved out of this area.

The ranking battle is still going on, and some powerful people are gradually showing their feet.

Su Ming defeated each opponent softly, and Luo Ling never lost, let alone Kobe!

Ten days passed in an instant, the qualifying was nearing completion, and the top 100 of Qianlong Gods were also selected. Although the qualifying battles are random, they are actually arranged by the white-haired old man Qian Han. The strength is very strong. One hundred percent of those who are qualified to enter the top 100 have not arranged a fight. The wonderful ones must be left behind. More interesting.

"Five dark horses!"

On the top of Qianlong Temple, the white-haired old man Qianhan looked at the nine envoys below and smiled.

"Five dark horses?"

Everyone who was drinking stopped and looked at the white-haired old man Qian Han. The number one Fenghuang and Heishi had been settled by the old school. If they want to choose a satisfied genius, they can only choose among the dark horses!

"Kebei, Yehuang, Su Ming, Luo Ling, Wei Jia."

Qian Han said softly.

"The old man in Jiandou chose Kebei, Bai Ze chose Su Ming, and there are three left."

"The wild blood demon blood vein fit degree has reached 3% ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Luo Ling seems to be a stream of refining body, and Wei Jia's spiritual strength is strong."

Qian Han briefly introduced.

It can't be easy to be called a black horse by Qian Han!

The fluid flow has almost the same strength of crushing the same level. Once a strong mental force bursts into the realm of the realm, the strength is also very powerful, but it is too difficult, too difficult, for Weige to Seen by Qian Han, it naturally shows that he has the possibility to break through the realm of the world!

"Keep watching and see how dark the black horse can be."

The crowd said with a smile.

It is not easy to make exceptions for these ambassadors. Not only must they be talented, they must also be strong!

In the small world, members of the Qianlong God List will be moved to an empty battle platform. There is a stone monument about three feet high on the battle platform, which records the final points of each participant. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)