Prehistoric: The opening crit is infinitely multiplied

Chapter 30 I heard that a fox has nine lives. Is it true or not?
"System, you are such a caring little padded jacket, you can get whatever you want!"

"The host is awesome, it's an honor for the system to solve the host's problems!"

"Yes, with this awareness, the future is boundless!"

"Uh……!"

Facing Liu Mingchou's shameless appearance, he went around the system and didn't know how to refute, so he gradually fell into silence.

Now, with the help of the system, the luck in Liu Ming's body is comparable to the son of luck.

"Next, where should I try my luck?"

According to the prehistoric novels read in the previous life, in the prehistoric world, the most famous one is Mount Buzhou.

Back then, the Great God Pan Gu opened up the world, and finally exhausted himself, performing the prehistoric and desolate creations.

The eyes turned into lunar stars and sun stars.

The backbone turned into Buzhou Mountain, supporting the prehistoric world.

Because of this, in Buzhou Mountain, various magic weapons and spiritual roots are born from time to time.

However, so many years have passed.

The prehistoric peoples have almost dug up Buzhou Mountain three feet and turned it over.

I'm afraid there are good things, but it's not my turn.

Apart from Buzhou Mountain, the only things Liu Ming could think of were Wuyi Mountain and Penglai Sanxian Island.

"It doesn't matter, let's try our luck first!"

With the current luck against the sky, Liu Ming still doesn't believe that he will return empty-handed after going to Buzhou Mountain.

I roughly judged the position of Buzhou Mountain.

Liu Ming took Yuanshi Tianzun's Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot directly for his journey.

Although Liu Ming traveled the Great Desolate Continent for thousands of years, there is still hundreds of millions of miles away from Buzhou Mountain.

If Liu Ming didn't take the Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot, it would have been difficult for him to reach Buzhou Mountain for hundreds of years.

Just as Liu Ming was in the air, enjoying the scenery of the Great Desolate Continent.

Little did they know that in a fairy mountain not far away, there were hundreds of monsters lurking here.

"Your Majesty, this is the man!"

A little demon pointed in Liu Ming's direction and said.

"That's right, that's right, you've made a great contribution, kid, after this time, this king will give you a lot of rewards!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The little demon responded excitedly, his eyes flashed brightly, and he stared at Liu Ming.

The king they talk about is a fox demon who has been hardened for less than ten thousand years.

Its cultivation is only in the realm of true immortals.

If Liu Ming hadn't hidden the cultivation in his body, how could they dare to ambush here.

True Immortal ambush Da Luo Jinxian, isn't this tired of work, looking for death?
"Huh? How could there be such a strong evil spirit?"

Liu Ming, who was watching the scenery of the Great Desolate Continent, frowned and couldn't help muttering.

Along the way, there were countless people who wanted to snatch Liu Ming's Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot, but in the end, it was conceivable that they were all beaten to death by Liu Ming.

Liu Ming didn't even give him the chance to be reincarnated.

However, in the Great Desolate Continent right now, Houtu has not yet established the Avenue of Reincarnation.

Even if Liu Ming left behind a trace of their true souls, it would be nothing more than an advantage for Patriarch Styx in the depths of the Nether Blood Sea.

Back then, Great God Pan Gu fought against three thousand demon gods with his own strength.

This Nether Blood Sea is formed by the condensed blood of three thousand Demon Gods.

In the Great Desolate Continent, there is such a saying that the netherworld never dries up, and the Styx never dies.

If it weren't for this, Patriarch Minghe would have died countless times.

Since the birth of the Great Desolation, tens of thousands of monks wanted to explore the Nether Blood Sea to hunt for treasures, but in the end, all of them failed.

With the obstruction of Patriarch Styx, even a quasi-sage would not be able to get any good results if he entered the Nether Blood Sea.

After all, Nether Blood Sea is the dojo of Patriarch Styx, and in it, Patriarch Styx's strength will be greatly strengthened.

Thinking of this, Liu Ming couldn't help wanting to wander around the Nether Blood Sea.

Others may not be able to deal with Patriarch Styx.

But Liu Ming possessed several top-grade magic weapons and Zhu Xian sword, so he didn't panic at all.
Based on Liu Ming's guess, over the years, Patriarch Styx must have had quite a few good things in his hands.

What Liu Ming yearns for the most is undoubtedly not the twelfth-grade fire red lotus in the hands of the ancestor Minghe.

This is a magic weapon that can directly burn the soul.

As the saying goes: "Heavenly wealth and rare treasures, if you can live in it, you will get it!"

As long as you have the strength, even if you openly steal other people's magic weapons, who would dare to say anything more.

What's more, nowadays, prehistoric times are in troubled times, and it is not uncommon for people to kill people and seize treasures.

Liu Ming secretly made up his mind in his heart, no matter what, he had to visit this ghostly sea of ​​blood.

Just now.

The fox demon rose from the ground and volleyed in the sky, with mana surging all over his body, he shouted violently: "Who is coming, tell me your name!"

When I saw that it was a human race riding on the Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot.

The fox demon couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

In the Great Desolate Continent, everyone knows that the human race is born weak and has become the food of all races.

If it were someone else, the fox demon might be more polite, but when he saw the human race, the fox demon couldn't help feeling arrogant.

"Little human race is also worthy of riding such a magic weapon!"

"If you are sensible, keep this thing, and this king can spare your life!"

"Otherwise, don't blame my subordinates for being merciless!"

I thought that Liu Ming would piss in his ass from being scared by him, but he never thought that Liu Ming lowered his mouth and said disdainfully: "Tongue is dry!"

Along the way, similar to the fox demon in front of him, Liu Ming encountered eight hundred if not one thousand.

It has long been no surprise.

"Hmph, dare to ignore this king, court death!"

Seeing this, the fox demon was furious, and couldn't help reaching towards Liu Ming's heart with both hands.

Being a monster race, but being ignored by the human race is simply a blatant insult.

Seeing the fox demon so close at hand, Liu Ming snorted coldly: "Since you want to die so much, I will grant you the poor way!"

boom!
Liu Ming punched the fox demon in the heart with lightning speed.

"I heard that foxes have nine lives. I don't know if it's true or not!"

The fox demon felt the life force passing away in his body, his eyes widened, he lowered his head in disbelief, looked at Liu Ming's fist and said, "This...how is this possible?"

"How can you be so strong?"

As soon as the words fell, the fox demon was powerless and fell from the air.

Seeing this scene, the little demons on the ground fled in all directions like ants in a frying pan.

I'm afraid that Liu Ming will kill them all with a wave of his hand.

It is true that a fox has nine lives, but since the birth of a fox demon, its eight lives have already been exhausted.

If it weren't for this, how could the fox demon's eyes show such unwillingness when he was about to die.

Whether it is human race or monster race, they are all on the verge of death before they realize how stupid their actions are.

How could a person who dared to ride on the Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot, such a top-grade magic weapon, be an unknown person.

"Ugh……!"

"It seems that the rumors are not all true!"

Liu Ming glanced at the corpse of the fox demon, turned his head and operated the Jiulong Chenxiang Chariot, and continued to move towards Buzhou Mountain.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years pass by in a hurry.

If Liu Ming hadn't deliberately slowed down to appreciate the prehistoric scenery, he might have arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain a few years ago.

(End of this chapter)