Supreme Shrine

"What are you doing? Of course I'm killing you!"

Lu Ming smiled lightly.

"Kill me? What time is it now? You still want to kill me. Now, we should work together and find a way to kill me!"

The bald man yelled.

In just an hour, the aura of the bald man became much weaker, and a layer of gray corpse aura appeared on his face.

"No need, kill you, I will find a way to get out myself!"

Lu Ming sneered, and strode towards the bald man.

Cold sweat broke out on the face of the bald man, and he backed up again and again.

"hey-hey"

All around, there was that gloomy voice, as if watching a good show.

"Lu Ming, you have been corroded by the corpse aura. I don't believe it. You can kill me. If you fight with me now, you will only speed up the corrosion of the corpse aura and kill yourself!"

The bald man roared.

"You don't have to worry about that."

Lu Ming smiled coldly, clasped his palms, and a long spear appeared.

hum!

With a shock of the spear, three kinds of artistic conceptions erupted, and the terrifying gun light blasted towards the bald man.

The bald man roared, the sword appeared, and he fought with Lu Ming.

However, he had already been corroded by corpse energy, and he was much weaker. Where is Lu Ming's opponent, it was just a few moves, and he backed up again and again, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"How are you all right?"

The bald man let out an incredible roar.

He found that Lu Ming's combat power was still at its peak, and nothing happened.

Roar!

Lu Ming stabbed out with a long spear, and a three-color real dragon flew out, and bumped into the bald man. The bald man screamed, blood spurted wildly from his mouth, his body flew far away, and fell to the ground.

Lu Ming stepped forward and appeared in front of the bald man.

"No, don't kill me! Please spare me!"

The bald man yelled in horror. At this time, he was seriously injured and it was difficult to resist.

"Just now, when you did something to me, did you ever think about letting me go?"

Lu Ming sneered, his eyes sharp as lightning.

The bald man froze, his face constantly changing.

He just wanted to kill Lu Ming completely, why would he think of letting Lu Ming go?

"Now, let's send you on your way!"

Lu Ming said.

"No, no, don't kill me, don't kill me, Lu Ming, I have worked so hard to reach the realm of Martial King, I don't want to just die like this!"

The bald man yelled, he has cultivated to the realm of King Wu and has a thousand years of life, so he doesn't want to die like this.

But Lu Ming's eyes were cold and unmoved.

"Also, I belong to the Lord of Thunder. If you kill me, the Lord of Thunder will definitely not let you go!"

The bald man saw that he was too soft, so he came to be tough.

"That old man who is the master of the Temple of Thunder, I will take his dog's head sooner or later!"

Lu Ming said coldly.

"You still want to kill the Lord of Thunder? You are delusional. I might as well tell you that the backstage of the Lord of Thunder is the Holy Family, one of the two major families in the Profound Sky Region!"

The bald man roared.

"A lot of nonsense!"

boom!

Lu Ming snorted coldly, and stepped out with one foot. This foot contained the power of Kowloon's stepping into the sky.

Crackling!

There was a violent noise from the bald man's body, and all the bones in his body were broken, lying on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"I don't want to kill you either, just let you slowly feel that you have become a corpse!"

Lu Ming sneered.

"No, Lu Ming, you will die badly. I will become a corpse, and you will not be able to escape, and you will not be able to escape. You will become a corpse sooner or later, hahaha."

Seeing that there was no hope, the bald man laughed wildly.

Lu Ming didn't bother to pay attention to him, and looked up.

Swish!

His body suddenly soared into the sky, and a gun pierced towards the top of his head.

A three-color real dragon flew out.

Swish!Swish!

Immediately, in all directions, the iron chains spanned the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

The iron chains were pulled down one by one, and they were drawn on the body of the three-color real dragon.

There are too many iron chains, more than a few hundred, just two breaths, and the three-color true dragon collapses and turns into nothingness.

Unable to rush out at all, Lu Ming fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, it's useless, Lu Ming, you're dead too!"

The bald man laughed.

"Hey, turn them all into my refining corpses!"

That cold laugh sounded again.

Lu Ming frowned, then sat cross-legged, thinking about countermeasures.

"With my current strength, I can't get out of this great array of corpses. What should I do? What should I do?"

There was a hint of anxiety in Lu Ming's eyes.

He was not anxious for his own comfort.

The surrounding corpses can't do anything to him at all, he only needs to wait a few days, maybe the strong men from Ditianshen Palace will come to rescue him.

But, just these few days, he couldn't afford to wait.

Qiu Changkong and Xue Chao have already gone to the Lie Sun Empire. With the strength of Xue Chaowu King, the two sects of Xuanyuan Sword Sect and Chixiao Valley cannot compete at all and can only be destroyed.

Counting the time, Qiu Changkong and Xue Chao should have arrived at the Lie Sun Empire long ago.

Now it is estimated that they are dispatching troops and generals, dispatching a large army, and besieging and killing the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

There is not much time left for Lu Ming, so he is in a hurry.

If the Xuanyuan Sword Sect was destroyed and his parents had an accident, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"How to break through this huge array of corpses?"

"If I can break through the Martial King Realm now, maybe I can rush out!"

Lu Ming's thoughts changed sharply.

King Wu, King Wu, it's not easy to break through King Wu.

During this period of time, Lu Minglei's artistic conception has made the fastest progress, but there is still a long way to go before condensing the artistic conception runes. In a short period of time, it is difficult to condense the artistic conception runes.

Suddenly, Lu Ming's eyes lit up, and then a hint of madness flashed across.

"Now, the only option is to take risks!"

Immediately, Lu Ming concentrated his mind, and the next moment, his mind manifested in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at the huge Leiding in front of him, Lu Ming's eyes became more crazy.

Before, he didn't dare to get too close to Lei Ding, for fear of being overwhelmed by the lightning on Lei Ding, and his soul would be scattered.

But now, Lu Ming plans to fight.

He wanted to use the power of thunder and lightning on the Lei Ding to speed up his comprehension of the artistic conception of thunder and break through the realm of the Martial King in one fell swoop.

tread!

Lu Ming stepped forward and walked towards Lei Ding.

One step, one step, Lu Ming walked faster and faster, approaching Lei Ding quickly.

zizi

On the Lei Ding, lightning flashed, thunder and lightning criss-crossed, and the terrifying pressure crazily pressed on Lu Ming's body.

Lu Ming's manifested mind was shaking violently.

But the closer to Leiding, the clearer the artistic conception of thunder. Lu Ming felt that his comprehension of the artistic conception of thunder was accelerating.

"Not enough, not enough, still far behind!"

Lu Ming's mind was getting closer and closer to Lei Ding.

Finally, Lu Ming was only a few meters away from Leiding. When he got here, Lu Ming's mind trembled violently, as if it would dissipate at any time.

"Fight, success or failure, in one fell swoop!"

In Lu Ming's eyes, the crazy and fierce color kept flickering.

The next moment, he took a sudden step and rushed forward.

Then, he slapped out a palm, facing Lei Ding.

bump!

A palm was slapped on Lei Ding, and suddenly, a terrifying and unimaginably thunderous artistic conception erupted, completely submerging Lu Ming's mind.

Lu Ming's mind didn't have the strength to resist at all, and it collapsed directly.

(End of this chapter)