Chapter 1287

With the sound of thunder disappeared, Qin Ming's momentum began to rise, and finally stopped at the level of martial saint.

"Finally the martial saint

Holding his head high, Qin Ming looked at the horizon with great joy in his heart.

In the last life, he only reached the realm of Emperor Wu, because the strength of Dan Dao was respected.

Although he didn't say anything on the surface, in fact, in his last life, he envied martial artists, especially martial saints.

Now, at last, he has achieved the dream of his last life.

"Next is Emperor Wu, and Martial god

Since his rebirth, he has set his goal on Emperor Wu and God Wu. He has never changed.

He wants to see what the peak of martial arts is and what the scenery is.

That has never been the realm of martial arts What a mysterious God.

Especially listen to Wu Mo, in this world, there is really a kingdom of martial god, but he is not talented enough and has no chance to become a martial god.

"I am very young now, younger than all the martial saints, and much younger than Wumo."

"It's the double cultivation of Dan and Wu, and the double cultivation of soul and body. Whether it's resources or details, it's incomparable."

"If I can't be a warrior God, no one in this world can be a martial god again!"

Thinking of this, Qin Ming exudes a surge of confidence.

"Gee..."

A series of screams interrupted Qin Ming, who was deep in thought. He raised his head and glanced around.

I saw that all the walls of the training building room had collapsed. A disciple was pressed under the stone. The scene was in a mess. There were some blood stains flowing out of the stone cracks. Obviously, someone was pressed under the stone.

Seeing that the disciples were in danger, Qin Ming ran over and held out his hand to grasp the edge of the stone. Without much effort, the huge stone, which was more than two people high, was lifted up and thrown out of the room.

"Are you all right?"

Looking at the disciple lying in the pool of blood, Qin Ming asked with concern.

"Qin Elder Qin, I'm fine. Go and save others! "

The disciple covered his chest with his hand, which was a difficult way.

Seeing that his disciples were difficult to move, Qin Ming quickly took out a perfect tonic pill from the space ring and put it in his mouth.

Seeing that the blood of the disciple stopped and the wound began to heal, Qin Ming was relieved.

His eyes swept around him. There were bloodstains and cries for help. Qin Ming quickly began to carry stones.

These stones are nine grade stones. They are very hard and heavy. But Qin Ming moved very fast. He picked up a corner at will and threw them outside, as if these stones were made of wood.

Every time he rescued a disciple, Qin Ming didn't want to. It was a perfect pill.

Soon, all the boulders were cleared and all the disciples were rescued.

After taking the perfect tonic pill, the disciples recovered quickly, but they all looked pale because of excessive bleeding.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect me to break through and make such a big noise!"

Looking at everyone with injuries and the body of a disciple lying on the cold ground, Qin Ming was ashamed.

Generally, wuzun breaks through wusheng, and thunder only attacks him. As long as the nearby people have a certain distance from wuzun, they will not be hurt.

I've never heard of a warrior who watched nearby and was accidentally injured by thunder.

It's impossible unless it's too close.

"Squeak..." Maybe he saw that there was no sound outside. He came out of the ground and got into Qin Ming's sleeve.

When the first explosion occurred, it was already desperate to get into the ground.

All the disciples were injured one after another, and it was unhurt.