Four Hundred and Seventieth Chapters Split Into Coke

Half of the thunderbolts slashed towards Lu Ming, while the other half slashed towards the corpses.

Lu Ming manipulated the artistic conception rune and tried his best to resist.

After dozens of roars, Lu Ming successfully blocked this wave of thunderous bombardment, and the rune of the mood of thunder became more crystal clear.

But those corpses were much miserable.

Corpse refining is originally an evil and alien thing, and it is most afraid of thunder and fire, which are just the most yang things, not to mention thunder tribulation, which is completely a nemesis.

After a wave of thunder, at least two dozen corpses were chopped into coke, blown by the overcast wind, turned into dust and dissipated.

"Damn it, damn it, little bastard, there are only three waves of thunder calamities, and after the three waves of thunder calamities are over, I will smash your corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

The cold voice shouted, full of heartache.

Obviously, those corpses were the corpses of the powerful warriors above the Wuzong that they killed from the three sects including the Magic Sword Sect. He used this to set up a great formation of 10,000 corpses, just to refine a supremely strong corpse.

But now, more than 20 corpses have been destroyed in one fell swoop, and the 10,000-corpse formation has been destroyed, and his heart is bleeding.

"Really? Then go on!"

Lu Ming moved and rushed to the other side.

Here, there are also a bunch of corpses.

The voice roared again and again, but it was helpless.

Boom!

Dozens of thunders fell again, and this time the power of the thunder was stronger than the last time.

It was still half to Lu Ming and half to those refining corpses.

"Stop!"

Lu Ming roared, he didn't take action against Thunder, he just controlled the rune of mood with all his strength to resist.

boom! boom! …

One after another dazzling thunder, constantly slashing on the artistic conception rune, every time it fell, the artistic conception rune would vibrate, as if it would collapse, but the next moment,

He survived again, and became more solid.

After the thunder, the runes of artistic conception still remained, crystal clear and the color of purple jade.

On the other side, dozens of corpses were chopped into coke.

"Little beast, little bastard, now the three waves of thunder have passed, go to hell!"

The gloomy voice sounded.

At the same time, the sound of breaking the sky came, and one after another corpse refining rushed towards Lu Ming, and in the corpse refining, Lu Ming also saw a young man wearing a black robe.

This young man, about twenty-five or six years old, was pale, without the slightest bit of blood, and his eyes were long and narrow, full of gloomy light.

"Little beast, I want to refine you into a corpse, become my puppet, and fight for me for a lifetime!"

The young man said coldly.

"Really? I'm afraid you don't have this chance!"

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Lu Ming's mouth, and then he moved his footsteps and rushed towards the black-robed youth and the pile of corpses.

Boom!

Above Lu Ming's head, there was lightning and thunder, and the terrifying pressure permeated down, it seemed to be stronger than before.

"Ah? What's going on? Why did your thunder tribulation go through three rounds and it's not over yet? No, no, go back!"

The young man in black robes, his face changed wildly, he screamed again and again, and his body retreated wildly.

But those who refine the corpse want to retire, it is too late.

There was a loud noise, and dozens of lightning bolts fell in the sky, and the power was even stronger.

Lu Ming's eyes were bright and very firm, but he still did not resist, all resisted by the artistic conception rune.

The runes of artistic conception trembled like candles in the wind, as if they would go out at any time, but they always survived.

"Huh? The artistic conception rune has actually become longer!"

After the thunder, Lu Ming was pleasantly surprised to find that the rune of the mood of thunder had actually become longer.

At first, it was an inch, but now it has grown a little longer.

Generally, the artistic conception runes that have just been condensed are all first-level artistic conception runes.

The first-level artistic conception runes are further divided into entry, minor, major, and consummation.

In general, the warriors in the realm of Martial Kings comprehend the first-level artistic conception.

It just so happens that the four levels correspond to the four levels of the Martial King Stage.

In general, for low-level kings, comprehension of artistic conception runes is generally a first-level entry, and the length of artistic conception runes is about one inch long.

Xiaocheng King, the comprehension of the artistic conception rune, is a first-level Xiaocheng, and the artistic conception rune is two inches long.

And so on.

In the realm of Wuwang, if you want to break through the realm, you must first break through the artistic conception, and then the cultivation base can break through.

But now, Lu Ming has not completely broken through King Wu, and his artistic conception rune is more than an inch long, which is extremely rare.

Lu Ming was overjoyed, this is a good thing.

Lu Ming was overjoyed, but the black-robed youth was roaring again and again.

The wave of thunder just now directly chopped up a large pile of corpses into coke, and at a glance, there were at least fifty of them.

The main thing is that the corpse refining just now was too concentrated, and it happened to be served in one pot.

"My corpse refining!"

The black-robed youth screamed, blood dripping from his heart.

"Don't worry, also, continue!"

Lu Ming laughed and rushed towards the other corpse refiners.

In the sky, another wave of thunder fell down.

Fifth wave!

Generally, warriors break through the realm of Martial King, and there are only three rounds of thunder tribulation, but now, Lu Ming's thunder tribulation has actually appeared in the fifth wave.

The black-robed youth just wanted to cry.

Crackling!

Another thunder strike, and another large corpse was split into coke.

And Lu Ming finally survived, and the artistic conception rune became longer, approaching the length of two inches.

"You pervert, monster!"

The black-robed youth roared.

He was extremely manic in his heart. His cultivation had reached the third level of King Martial Arts, and he was extremely powerful. Under normal circumstances, he was confident that he could kill Lu Ming with one palm, but now, he didn't dare to shoot at all.

He was afraid that as soon as he made a move, under the traction of the qi machine, thunder tribulation enveloped him and brought him in together.

He roared in his heart, as long as Lu Ming is over, he has a hundred vicious ways to deal with Lu Ming.

"Scolding me? Then come together!"

Lu Ming's eyes flashed, and suddenly he stepped out and rushed towards the black-robed youth.

"Little beast, what are you doing?"

The black-robed youth was horrified and stepped back frantically.

"Kowloon treads the sky!"

Lu Ming performed the Nine Dragons Steps to the Sky and took two steps in a row, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared not far from the black-robed youth.

And the cloud of thunder tribulation also appeared on top of Lu Ming's head in an instant.

This time, the black-robed youth was directly enveloped in it.

"No, no, no!"

The black-robed youth's face changed wildly, and he screamed like crazy.

Boom!

What responded to him was the thunder of the sky.

This time, more than a hundred thunderbolts fell down.

Among them, most of them were aimed at the black-robed youth, and each thunderbolt was more than ten times more powerful than the thunderbolt that was aimed at Lu Ming.

what!

The black-robed youth screamed wildly and tried his best to resist.

However, when the thunderbolts fell, the black-robed youth was still battered, and gray mist continued to emerge from his body.

It was all corpse energy, which was split apart by the thunder, and the black-robed youth spurted blood and wailed again and again.

"Stop!"

This time, Lu Ming did not simply let the artistic conception rune resist, but held a long spear and flew into the air, blocking half of the thunder.

bump! bump! …

The thunder fell on his body, Lu Ming felt numb all over, and his muscles kept squirming. Wan Dao Dragon Emperor