Chapter 1111 (2/2)

The consumption is huge, but the harvest is also huge.

In a short period of three days, Lu Ming's cultivation went from the middle stage of spirit spirit to the early stage of three levels of spirit and God.

Lu Ming's fighting power soared again.

After more than ten days of competition, Lu Ming was confident.

”It's been nearly two years since emperor Yiwu and Emperor Wuhuang sealed down and trapped the Fu puppet clan. The Fu puppet clan can only support for five years. There is still a little more than three years left. Can I fight against emperor Yi then?”

Lu Ming can't help but think of Fu puppet Zong. As soon as he thinks of this, he is very stressed.

In the remaining three years, it is too difficult to achieve the level of confrontation with emperor Yi. It is almost impossible according to the current speed of Lu Ming's progress.

Shaking his head, it's no use thinking too much. Lu Ming can only push forward and do what he can.

Lu's body vibrates and stretches out.

In the following days, Lu Ming returned to her former calm.

Every day, in addition to practice, it is a tour in the holy city.

Since the last tianwu sword sect, the disciples of the overlord forces have become more honest in the holy city. Especially in the area under the jurisdiction of Lu Ming, they dare not attack others for no reason.

Even if there is gratitude and resentment, it is also on the platform, a resolution.

Lu Ming's life is leisurely.

Soon, more than ten days have passed, and the day of the national sacrifice of the ancient holy pilgrimage will soon come.

During this period of time, the holy city is very lively. Lu Ming walks on the street and can see strong people from all over the country.

The warriors in Beiyuan are all of big stature. Even women, most of them are tall. The weapons they use are not maces, huge hammers, or huge axes. They are all heavy weapons. They have wild breath and are easy to identify.There are also some martial arts, one by one, the breath is gloomy, or filled with ghost gas, or filled with blood gas, all passing by, giving people the feeling of cold and quiet.

These are all warriors from Nanming.

There are also some monks with cassock and Cheng Liang in their heads. Naturally, they are holy monks from the West desert.

However, Lu Ming saw few of the people in Donghuang.

...

on this day, the ancient holy pilgrimage began to offer sacrifices for millions of years.

Hum!

The sky is humming and there are strong waves coming out.

Lu Ming, tie Xing and others walked out of the law enforcement hall and flew into the air to watch.

I saw that in the sky of the holy city, there are colorful clouds and celestial music, and the space is constantly distorted in the sunlight.

Boom!

Finally, a huge platform emerged from the sky.

This platform is not gold or jade. It has real dragons and phoenix flying and unicorns and beasts walking. Of course, it can't be true, but the formation is condensed.

Then, in the East and west sides of the platform, there are tables and chairs, emerging.

The tables and chairs are made of beautiful jade, with dragon and phoenix patterns carved on them. They are extremely luxurious. Moreover, there are a large number of them. At a glance, there are tens of thousands of them.

These are all suspended in the air, suspended in the air of the holy city.

When the tables and chairs on both sides of the East and the West appeared, in the north, there was a jade ladder with ninety-nine steps inclined upward. At the end of the stairs, a huge ancient altar emerged.

The altar is ancient and thick. It is as high as ten thousand meters after the vicissitudes of life.

”The emperor comes!”

All of a sudden, a voice came out of the palace. The voice rolled and spread all over the holy city in an instant.

In the palace, the celestial music bursts, the Holy Light diffuses, soars to the sky.

Then a group of people stepped out.

In front of him was a man in a gold robe, embroidered with the pattern of King RenWang's inspection of the world. He looked like he was in his fifties. He was tall and upright. His body was filled with holy light. There were stars shining in his eyes, and he was full of endless dignity.

This is Xie Qitian, today's holy emperor, a terrible existence.