Chapter 1840: A Key Mark

This round is mainly to find the mark and obtain the mark, and the mark that the opponent has already obtained, even if he kills the opponent, he can't get it back, so there is no need to confront Ouyang Wuji.

"Ouyang Wushuang, and that Lu Ming..."

Ouyang Wuji's face was extremely cold, the little girl just now was with Lu Ming, and just blocked them with the law of space, otherwise, Ouyang Wushuang might not be able to obtain the mark.

"I just saw that Ouyang Wushuang already has three marks, and that Lu Ming also has one!"

Yu Zhi walked to Ouyang Wuji and said.

This made Ouyang Wuji's face even more ugly.

Ouyang Wushuang and the others have already obtained four marks, twelve marks occupy one-third, and they, up to now, only have two marks.

If the one just now was obtained by them, they may not have the strength to compete, but now, it is difficult.

If he loses again this round, he will completely miss the position of the prince.

"I wonder how many marks Ouyang Wudao got?"

Someone spoke up.

"We keep looking, let's go!"

Ouyang Wuji resisted his anger and led the crowd to other directions.

Not long after, they really met a person with a mark, and his cultivation reached the most holy minor, but with their joint efforts, he was severely injured and beaten to death.

"Don't kill him first, abolish his cultivation!"

Ouyang Wuji said, and then abolished the opponent's cultivation.

"Why not kill?"

someone asked.

"Keep it for now, and then make a decision based on the situation!"

Ouyang Wuji's eyes flashed a cold light, and then he put this person into the cave treasure.

Although the treasures of the cave are precious, there is no shortage of geniuses like them, who come from powerful forces.

After collecting them, they continued their search.

And Lu Ming and the others,

They were also looking for it, but after getting the fourth mark, they turned around a lot, but they didn't come across one with a mark.

There are a total of twelve, and as time goes by, there must be fewer and fewer, and it becomes more and more difficult to encounter them.

"It won't be gone anymore!"

Humane.

"No, if all the twelve marks are obtained, the clan elder will definitely remind us, and we won't let us keep searching like this!"

Ouyang Wushuang said.

Then, the crowd continued to search.

At this time, the Blood Soul Sect was completely in chaos, many masters were killed, and some were weak in cultivation, running and hiding.

This made Lu Ming sigh.

The strength of the Blood Soul Sect, if placed in Cangzhou, is stronger than any of the thirteen top forces in Cangzhou.

The Blood Soul Sect had at least a dozen sages, and such a powerful force was wiped out just because of an assessment by the Shenyuan Empire.

The world of martial arts is like this. The strong live and the weak die. The strong can decide the life and death and fate of the weak in one word.

Therefore, countless people practiced desperately, took risks in dangerous places, and tried every means to improve their strength.

Only with strong strength can you control your own destiny, and even control the destiny of others.

boom! boom! ...

Suddenly, there was a violent roar in front, and there were terrifying rays of light that rushed into the sky, extremely intense.

Someone is fighting.

"Let's go and see!"

Ouyang Wushuang sent a voice transmission to the crowd, and then everyone restrained their breath and walked towards the front.

They climbed a large mountain, concealed their bodies with boulders, and looked forward.

Ahead, a group of people are besieging a middle-aged man.

That middle-aged man, the cultivation base is very terrifying, and he has reached the most holy achievement.

This was the first powerful person they encountered in the Blood Soul Sect.

The one who besieged this person was the eldest prince Ouyang Wudao and Tianjiao who helped him.

A total of more than a dozen arrogances surrounded the middle-aged men. Among them, Ouyang Wudao and a young man in white robes were the strongest. The two attacked and the others supported.

"Ouyang Wudao and the white-robed youth are both high-class heavenly bodies!"

Lu Ming's heart moved.

Ouyang Wudao and the white-robed youth Baimu are both high-level heavenly bodies, and their cultivation base has reached the perfection of the Great Sage. Although the laws they control are not the laws of the king's way, they are also extremely powerful laws. Their combat power is amazing. The middle-aged man fights.

Coupled with the help of other Tianjiao, that middle-aged man could not be defeated at all.

"There is a mark on that person!"

Lu Ming and others' eyes lit up.

"What should we do? Ouyang Wudao and the people he brought are too powerful!"

someone asked.

Ouyang Wudao and that Baimu alone are very powerful in combat. Here, apart from Ouyang Wushuang, I am afraid that no one can match them. Although Lu Ming is strong, in the eyes of others, I am afraid that they are no match for Ouyang Wudao and Baimu. one person.

There are other Tianjiao of the Daluo Tianzong, almost all of them are medium heavenly spirits, and the cultivation base has reached the perfect existence of the Great Sage. This force is too strong.

But it's really unwilling to just give up.

They now have four marks. If they get one more mark, if they have five marks, they will have a much greater confidence in getting the first one.

If they won the first place again in this match, then in the third round, there is no need to compare, Ouyang Wushuang will directly win the crown of the prince.

So this mark is very important.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking my Blood Soul Sect?"

The middle-aged man yelled, at this time, he was already injured, and his defeat was a matter of time.

He was so shocked and angry that he didn't understand where these people came from.

These people are not very old, but their cultivation is astonishing. Almost all of them are at the peak of the Great Sage.

Where did this come from, and when did they offend such a group of people?

"Who are we, you are not qualified to know, kill!"

Ouyang Wudao was extremely domineering, his combat power was extremely terrifying, and his violent attacks attacked the opponent like a storm.

The attacks of the others also poured out towards the middle-aged man. Although the middle-aged man fought hard to resist, an attack still landed on him. His body almost burst open and he vomited blood.

"No, the other party is going to be killed!"

The arrogance of Ziyan Villa's face changed.

"You don't move here, this person, leave it to me!"

Lu Ming sent a voice transmission to Ouyang Wushuang and others, and then his body submerged into the ground, his breath completely subsided, and he quietly walked towards the battlefield. After a while, Lu Ming appeared below the battlefield.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was seriously injured and could be killed at any time.

"Bubble, do it!"

Lu Ming transmits voice to Bubble.

hum!

The bubbles run the law of time and space, Lu Ming's body twisted like water waves and disappeared like a phantom. The next moment, Lu Ming's figure appeared directly beside the middle-aged man.

"who?"

Ouyang Wudao roared when he noticed that Lu Ming suddenly appeared.

call out!

With a wave of Lu Ming's hand, a handful of holy soldiers flew towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was startled and was about to resist, but he heard Lu Ming whisper "explosive".

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