Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races: I Have a Billion Times Crit System

Zhenwu Domain, on a towering fairy mountain.

The fairy mountain towers into the clouds, with a vague fairy spirit and countless rare and exotic beasts. There is a hall at the highest point of the fairy mountain.

Led by Chen Yan, everyone in the Qi Luck Group was disgraced.

An old man with white hair and beard sitting on the throne in the main hall sighed.

"Chen Yan, do you know where you lost?"

Chen Yan looked frustrated and whispered: "Disciple lost because he underestimated the enemy. If he could have taken off the star of luck earlier and put it into the storage equipment, how could Ao Shi succeed... Disciple Wan Unexpectedly, Ao Shi would waste the lives of thirty dragons of the same race..."

The old man shook his head and said: "Chen Yan, you lose because you are too arrogant. As a son of luck, you have extraordinary qualifications and can do things that others cannot. Whether it is martial arts, formations, alchemy weapons, or strategies, you None of them are comparable, but they are far behind in terms of character... Not to mention others, even Wang Teng and Qing'er are much better than you."

Wang Teng interrupted unhappily: "Palace Master..."

"Shut up, you are also an extraordinary genius, why don't you remind Chen Yan more?" the old man said.

Wang Teng defended silently: "After I entered the destiny world, I was arranged to go to the wilderness to kill monsters... In fact, I was marginalized. Chen Yan didn't like me, and even if I reminded him, he would You have to listen.”

Listening to his chatter, the old man gradually felt a little irritated.

In this battle for luck, it can be said that the Zhenwu Domain Qi Luck Group has achieved nothing.

Although no one is missing, and it can be said that this is the most complete return of the previous luck group, but at the same time, it also brings almost zero luck items.

According to Chen Yan's description, the large army he led originally picked up the Star of Luck, but at the last moment, it was snatched away by Ao Shi due to carelessness... and the success fell short.

The five-person team of Wang Teng and Qing'er harvested thousands of items of luck... which became the only harvest from this battle of luck.

The least harvest ever.

If it was just a small harvest, it would be fatal. Chen Yan gave up a star of luck... to the Dragon Clan, the mortal enemy of the Zhenwu Domain. This would be fatal.

The power of luck contained in a luck star is at least equivalent to the harvest of the Zhenwu Domain for hundreds of years... The Dragon Clan is bound to become stronger. As one goes, the Human Domain will inevitably fall into some disadvantages.

If it weren't for a large domain with profound foundations such as Zhenwu Domain, the loss of a destiny star would not be considered a traumatic event.

If it weren't for the fact that Chen Yan was the son of luck who appeared every ten thousand years, he would be deeply loved by some old guys.

The old man wanted to kill him with one palm.

"You guys, please step aside. It's causing too much trouble. I need to negotiate with the other palace masters."

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The Zhenwu Territory itself covers hundreds of continents and oceans in the world, and the area is so vast that it is immeasurable.

The races and realms attached to the Zhenwu Domain are like the stars in the sky, innumerable.

The core area of ​​the Zhenwu Domain is the Zhenwu Immortal Sect, which is in charge of the entire Zhenwu Domain.

Although the Zhenwu Immortal Sect occupies a small area, it is the core of the entire martial arts world and has countless masters.

The other vast areas are divided into thirteen halls according to their geographical status. The thirteen halls are the specific managers of the entire Zhenwu Domain. Each hall is in charge of a big boss with a high level of martial arts cultivation, who has great power.

Above the thirteen palace masters is the legendary Immortal King and the master of the Zhenwu Domain, the Zhenwu Immortal King.

This old man with white beard and hair is named Gu Qingyun, and he is the master of Qingyun Hall.

On top of a formation, several figures with different looks appeared.

Although there are only a few palace masters, it is enough to hold a small meeting. Some of the thirteen palace masters are lurking in the abyss, some are leading troops to attack the demon realm, and some have gone out to hunt for treasures and have not returned, so they have not gathered together.

Gu Qingyun told the results of this fate battle one by one.

After he finished speaking, a figure cursed loudly.

"I said at the beginning, don't engage in any star-grabbing plan. Why do you trust a child who is still young? Now, come here and complain to me... You really deserve it."

"This Dragon Clan deserves to die... He actually robbed him head-on. There is no need to deal with it."

"That Wang Teng... is obviously very talented, but he always shrinks back. It's really annoying."

"There is also that little world called the 'Human Realm'... I don't know where it is. If I see it, I will destroy it."

After scolding him for a while, he stopped talking. valley

Several other people also said that they had received the news. Zhenwuyu had suffered a lot this time. The Dragon Clan had gone too far and must be taught a lesson.

The final result of the discussion was that Chen Yan failed in the fate battle due to personal reasons and was punished with three years of seclusion to concentrate on cultivation and was not allowed to go out.

As for the Dragon Clan's plan to rob the Luck Star of the Zhenwu Domain Luck Group, they must seek justice.

Otherwise, wouldn't it mean that the reputation of Zhenwu Realm has been lost?

This time, if Longyu doesn't give Zhenwuyu an explanation, no one will dare to ride on Zhenwuyu's neck in the future.

A veteran palace master planned to take the initiative to go out of seclusion and go to Longyu with Gu Qingyun to ask for an explanation.

After the two men reunited, they mobilized an army of tens of thousands of high-level warriors and marched toward the Dragon Territory in a mighty manner.

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In an elegant courtyard.

Wang Teng found Qing'er who was unhappy.

"Miss Qing'er, you have been working hard for more than a month fighting for luck. It's time to relax."

"Tomorrow, the Universiade Art Troupe will come to our Qingyun City. There will be an exciting performance. Can you please join us to watch it?"

Qing'er raised her head and glanced at Wang Teng with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Wang Teng, the fate battle has been defeated. I am not in the mood to watch the show."

Wang Teng shook his head: "Isn't it because Miss Qing'er is in a bad mood because of the battle of luck?"

Qing'er's face changed: "Wang Teng, what are you talking about?"

Wang Teng turned around and left, and his words drifted over: "Hey, there is no hope of goodbye... Although the story of the brave man slaying the dragon is touching, the hero has his own heart... Why should you never forget it... It's better to keep it in front of you... People, like me, Wang Teng.”

"court death."

Qing'er's pretty face turned red, and there was no trace of Wang Teng in front of her.

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Dragon Territory, the vast expanse of millions of miles of the East China Sea.

Countless deep-sea Dillons, led by an old Dillon thousands of miles long, are waiting for the end of the fate battle.

The light of the teleportation array flashed, and Ao Shi, alone, flew out dragging the front half of his body.

Old Dilong's expression changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to protect Ao Shi, and used his deep dragon power to heal his injuries.

"My child, who was so cruel that he took away half of your body?"

King Dilong of the East China Sea was so angry that with him as the center of the circle, towering tsunami waves surged up on the sea surface with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles. For a time, countless sea beasts, fish and crabs suffered unparalleled disasters.

Ao Shi cried out in pain: "Father, he is the Holy Son of Chen Yan from the Zhenwu Realm... He killed my descendants of the Dragon Clan, and sent people to steal my Luck Star, and cut me in half with a knife."

"Zhenwuyu is so cruel. It only hurts my son, but also takes away the item of luck... You are the leader of the luck group in Longyu. By taking away the star of luck, they are following We, the Dragon Clan, declare war.”

"This is unreasonable...My child, don't worry, your father will definitely seek justice for you."

Ao Qiu, the Dilong King of the East China Sea, roared angrily.

Ao Shi hurriedly grabbed him and said solemnly: "Father, if it's the Star of Luck and they don't want to return it, that's all. They must get my lower body back."

Ao Qiu said: "The star of luck, your lower body, my father will get it all back from you."

"If the True Martial Realm dares to bully my human dragon, I will make them pay with blood."

Ao Shi held Ao Qiu tightly and whispered: "I still have tens of thousands of luck items in my storage bracelet, as well as many of my personal treasures... That bracelet is on my hind leg. Picked up by that person... The human race of the Zhenwu Domain must have attacked me in order to steal these items of luck."

The anger in Ao Qiu's eyes grew stronger. He carefully put Ao Shi into a holy pool, turned his head and howled towards the East China Sea: "Where is the son of the East China Sea? Follow me to the Zhenwu Domain to seek justice for my son."

For a time, countless Dilong and other dragon species flew out from under the sea, densely covering the sky and the sun.

Ao Qiu roared loudly and led tens of thousands of true dragons towards the True Martial Domain.

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