C66 Flamingo's Message

The stench of terror was fast approaching.

Lin Ming's face changed drastically as he ran. He could clearly sense that the direction in which the people fighting in the air were moving was exactly the direction in which he was running.

He used the Ghost Step, and the ice and fire cyclones in his body began to spin wildly before injecting themselves into his legs.

His speed was simply too fast, and his figure had even turned into a white scar. Even the air in the middle of the white scar had been sucked dry!

After a while, the place where Lin Ming left formed a strange landscape.

However, no matter how fast Lin Ming was, he was still not as fast as the group of people fighting in the air.

He muttered to himself, "Damn it!"

Lin Ming sprinted for dozens of kilometers in one breath and entered a continuous mountain range.

Lin Ming had tried to change his direction several times, but it was still difficult for him to avoid the group of people fighting in the void.

A piercing cold voice sounded: "If you hand over the Good Fortune Clear Cloud Pill, I will spare your life!"

A masked woman with a long sword in her hand stood in the void.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with killing intent.

"Scram!" An angry voice sounded like a lion's furious roar.

Lin Ming was stunned. He could tell from his voice that this man was the same man he had met in the Supreme Chamber No.1.

"Go to hell!"

When the sword-wielding woman saw that the burly man did not plan to hand over the Good Fortune Clear Cloud Pill, she immediately swung her sword. The Sword Light of this sword strike was more than ten meters long and was incomparably terrifying.

It was as if it had cut off the full moon in the void. This Sword Light was dazzling, sharp, and filled with killing intent!

Seeing this, the burly man who was covered in a black robe threw out a punch.

His Fist Light was terrifying, as if it could smash down a mountain that was thirty meters tall.

The sound of collisions could be heard.

The Sword Light, which had been sent flying in the middle of the battle, landed on the ground, blocking Lin Ming's path forward.

Lin Ming's hair stood on end. The ground was like soft bread, and a huge crack appeared on it.

There was even a sharp sword aura flowing at the edge of the crack.

Lin Ming heard a scream. Not far from him, there were many martial artists who were fleeing. It was obvious that a martial artist had been affected by the battle. That martial artist only had time to let out a miserable cry before his body was directly engulfed by the energy fluctuations, turning into a mist of blood.

As soon as Lin Ming dodged the sharp Sword Light, a Fist Light descended from the void. The top of the mountain not far away from him was hit by the Fist Light and exploded.

Boulders roared toward Lin Ming's location like a mountain torrent.

Lin Ming snorted coldly. If he knew who was fighting today, he would definitely take revenge on them when he became powerful enough.

Even though he was determined, he did not dare to be careless. Furthermore, when he was running on the ground, he did not even dare to use the fist intent, spear intent, or any of the others.

After all, once his talent made the experts who were fighting in the void feel threatened, they would immediately kill him.

Lin Ming would be in trouble.

After all, Lin Ming was only playing the role of a weakling who had just stepped into the Heavenly Origin Stage.

However, even though Lin Ming had never fought with the mystical conception, he had already cultivated the Fiendgod Tyrant Body Spell to the Iron Skin Stage.

His body, therefore, was as hard as stone.

He punched out and shattered the falling rocks.

Like a pangolin, he opened up a path of escape in the rubble. No one paid any attention to Lin Ming's sorry state.

Because one of his arms had been torn apart by someone who had appeared out of nowhere, the burly Great Han let out a painful roar.

Blood gushed out of his body.

The scene was extremely tragic. The air was covered in a bloody mist.

The bright moon seemed to be dyed with a layer of blood.

"Bastard, go to hell!"

"You are the one who is going to die!"

An especially gloomy voice came from the mouth of the ambusher.

The man quickly unsheathed his sword and released Sword Light.

In an instant, the Claw Light enveloped the man's body.

Although the burly man used all his strength to resist, the Claw Light still ripped apart the flesh on his body, making him look extremely miserable.

The fluctuations from this terrifying battle swept across the mountains and rivers below, causing the entire landscape to change.

In addition, something even more terrifying happened.

Many of the martial artists who had been cultivating in the mountain range were also directly killed by the shockwave created by the battle.

The people who participated in this battle today were all people with the highest status and power in their respective sects.

The Fortune Clear Cloud Pill could allow a cultivator to enter a very powerful Creation Stage. Thus, tonight would definitely be filled with blood.

This battle was extremely intense.

Suddenly, an explosive sound rang out in the air.

Suddenly, the Great Han in private room number one exploded.

A voice quickly passed by.

"I got it!" A man in a black robe said with a smile.

He possessed extremely powerful Claw Light, and his speed was extremely fast. After killing the burly man, his figure flashed. In the next second, he directly grabbed a Storage Ring.

Just as he was laughing wildly, another group of people approached him.

"You want to keep it all to yourself? Go to hell!"

"Hand it over, or I will kill you!"

More and more experts appeared.

In the blink of an eye, the skinny figure clad in a black robe was engulfed by the Sword Light, Fist Print, and Staff Light that came from all directions.

He let out a painful howl.

However, it was not easy to get the black-robed man to hand over the treasure in his hand.

His greed had brought him countless attacks.

His blood gushed out, and his body was directly smashed into minced meat.

Lin Ming was running wildly down below. He looked up and couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

The scene was too tragic.

At the same time, the youth gained a deeper understanding of this world where martial arts were respected. He realized the cruelty and coldness of this world.

He didn't know when he might suddenly die.

The only thing he could do was to continue to become stronger. If he wanted to become stronger, he would definitely have to step on countless corpses and become an absolute expert.

Lin Ming fled frantically.

At this moment, he felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was shattering.

Any of the powerful figures above him could easily kill him.

Therefore, he did not dare to relax for a moment.

However, Lin Ming's expression suddenly changed.

A strange expression flashed across his face.

Because above his Dantian, the fire finch, which was wrapped in golden paper and sleeping soundly, was gradually waking up and sending out an astonishing message.