The First Thousand One Hundred and Twenty-Ninth Chapters

..Wandao Dragon King

"I have hair, and the donor misunderstood. At the beginning, Shi master Lu also misunderstood. Someone must have blamed the little monk. The little monk is a monk, and he has compassion and purifies all sentient beings. I'm going to slap him to death!"

The unscrupulous monk folded his hands together, and the treasure was solemn. The first sentence was quite normal, but the last sentence made people look at each other in dismay.

Outside the platform, the Moonless Girl Bodhisattva folded his hands together, and the veins jumped on his face.

Yang Potian's lips trembled as he said, "No need to say more, let me try the master's method!"

Without too much nonsense, Yang Potian turned into a Void Halberd and started a battle with the unscrupulous monk.

There is no doubt that the bloodline of the unscrupulous monk is also the ninth level of God.

Everyone is really speechless, how can such a wonderful monk as an unscrupulous monk awaken such a supreme Buddhist bloodline?

The two fought, occupying half of the platform.

"Lu Shaoqing, you and I fight!"

A black light flashed, and Ming Zi appeared in front of Lu Ming.

"war!"

Without further ado, Lu Ming spit out a word, fighting intent like a rainbow.

Just need to defeat Mingzi, and then the unscrupulous monk and Yang Potian will decide the outcome, and Lu Ming will be able to enter the top three.

His goal is to enter the top three, and he must enter the top three.

On Ming Zi's body, endless black qi burst out, and inside, there were bursts of ghost crying, which was extremely infiltrating.

In his hand, there was a knife, a black machete, and one after another evil spirits appeared on it, as if they were about to crawl out.

Swish!

Ming Zi rushed towards Lu Ming, cut off the machete, howling with ghosts and wolves.

"kill!"

Lu Ming shouted loudly, killing thoughts like a tide, the blood-red spear turned into a drop of blood again, hovering above Lu Ming's head, Lu Ming performed the Heavenly Technique of Suppressing Prison, slashed out with a palm, and constantly collided with Ming Zi's knife light.

bump! bump! bump!

The dense collision sounded, and the two fought a dozen moves in an instant.

"It's so cold, what a weird attack!"

Lu Ming felt chills all over his body, not only that, but even the spirits were cold.

Ming Zi's attack can not only cause damage to the body, but even affect the spirit.

The five-color artistic conception is lingering, forming a battle suit, covering the whole body, and the rush of true essence, blocking Mingzi's strange attack.

At the same time, both palms kept splitting out.

Every palm has terrifying power.

It is blessed by seven dragons, and it is blessed by the power of the third bloodline, which is extremely powerful.

However, Mingzi is indeed terrifying. Even among the young giants, they are all top-notch existences. The awakening is the ninth-level bloodline of the gods. The power of the bloodline itself is also very terrifying.

The bloodline secret techniques, bloodline martial arts, and powers learned from the bloodline are very amazing.

The power of the god-level ninth-level bloodline blessing is even far beyond the power of the seven dragon power blessings.

Moreover, Mingzi's artistic conception is very terrifying, and there are many kinds. Although there are not as many kinds as Lu Ming, their level is higher than that of Lu Ming, and their power will not be too much worse than Lu Ming.

It can be said that Tianjiao, who has reached the level of a young giant, is very strong in all aspects and is very comprehensive.

Lu Ming's bloodline has the highest level, which is only the seventh level of god level.

On the other hand, the third bloodline has endless power, but Lu Ming dare not borrow too much. The more he borrows, the stronger the killing will, Lu Ming will be controlled by the endless killing. Once he can't control himself, he will be killed. Domination, will be reduced to a walking corpse, a puppet that can only kill.

Of course, with the improvement of Lu Ming's cultivation, the stronger the control he has over himself, the stronger the power he can borrow. Now, the power he can borrow has increased a lot compared to when he was at the first level of spirituality.

In a blink of an eye, the two fought dozens of more moves.

"Shenmen Nine Seals!"

Lu Ming condensed the seal, and two divine gates appeared, suppressing Xiang Mingzi.

"The gate of hell!"

In front of Mingzi, a dark gate appeared. The gate glowed and grew rapidly, blocking the sealed gate.

"Death, now!"

Immediately, a black figure appeared on top of Mingzi's head. This figure was covered in a black cloak and could not see its appearance. Only in his eyes, there were two red flames jumping and burning.

In the hand of this figure, he took out a dark scythe, and a black fire was jumping.

Grim Reaper, the legendary Grim Reaper!

This is the bloodline of Mingzi, and there is no doubt that it is also the ninth god level.

"Twelve Capitals Battle Formation!"

Mingzi turned into a god of death, and a cold and unpleasant voice came out. The god of death moved and turned into twelve figures, killing Lu Ming.

Lu Ming cast the door of seal again, but he could only seal two, and the other masters still attacked Lu Ming.

boom! boom! boom! ...

Lu Ming kept punching, constantly urging the Prison Suppression Tiangong to strengthen the power of the Prison Suppression Tiangong, and fought against the ten gods of death.

With ten punches in a row, he slammed into ten death scythes, knocking back ten death gods, but Lu Ming's face turned pale.

"What a strange attack, what a terrifying power!"

Lu Ming's eyes were solemn.

The physical attack of this death god is not very strong, but it has a strange power that can directly penetrate the flesh and attack the spiritual god.

In other words, it is an attack on the spiritual soul.

The attack of Mingzi can penetrate directly into the soul, obliterate the souls of others, and kill people invisibly.

If it wasn't for the fact that Lu Ming had taken the Divine Refining Fruit and a large number of Divine Refining Pills, Lu Ming's spiritual spirit was very condensed and surpassed others. Otherwise, he might not have been able to endure it just now.

Even so, Lu Ming's spirit still trembled, and there was a burst of tearing pain from his soul.

"kill!"

Mingzi came again. At this time, the door of the seal was invalid, and there were a total of twelve gods of the underworld, killing Lu Ming.

Each one is like the real one.

Lu Ming manipulated the five moods, formed a five-color battle suit on the spirit, and then fought against the god of death.

There are five-color battle suits to protect the Spiritual God, which is slightly better, but the Spiritual God is still constantly being attacked and constantly shaken. If this goes on, the Spiritual God will suffer unimaginable trauma.

Spiritual spirit is the foundation of a martial artist, where spirit and energy are located. If you suffer too severe trauma, it will have a great impact on your future cultivation.

"Looks like Lu Shaoqing is going to lose, not Mingzi's opponent!"

"It is said that Ming Zi's bloodline Death God can directly attack people's souls and kill people invisibly. It is strange and powerful and cannot be defended!"

"Speaking of which, Lu Shaoqing's bloodline is so unique that there is no chakra!"

"I noticed this too, it's really strange, but the world is full of wonders. Maybe he practiced some kind of secret technique to cover up the chakras!"

Everyone was talking and looking at the platform.

At this time, the battle between Lu Ming and Ming Zi seemed to be a draw, but those who knew Ming Zi knew that if it continued, Lu Ming would definitely suffer and lose.

On the other side, in the battle between the unscrupulous monk and Yang Potian, the unscrupulous monk has already gained the upper hand.

"This battle, I must win! No matter what the price is!"

In Lu Ming's eyes, he was extremely firm.

In this game, he can't lose. He wants to take advantage of this opportunity to take Xie Nianqing away. He must win.

Even if you reveal your true identity.

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