Chapter 1129

"My hair, you misunderstood me. At the beginning, benefactor Lu also misunderstood me. It must be someone who put blame on me. I'm a monk. I'm a monk. I'm compassionate. How can you do that? Who on earth slandered me? Tell me, I'm going to shoot him to death

The unruly monk clasps his hands and looks solemn. The first paragraph is quite normal, but the latter one makes people look at each other.

Outside the platform, the moonless female Bodhisattva put her hands together and her face was full of green tendons.

Yang broke the sky lip is also a shiver, way: "do not need to say more, let me try the master's means!"

Without too much nonsense, Yang broke the sky into a hollow halberd, and launched a war with the unscrupulous monk.

There is no doubt that the bloodline of the evil monk is also the Ninth level of the divine level. He is a golden Buddha with solemn appearance, a benevolent face, and a broad-minded Buddha.

People are really speechless. How can such a wonderful flower like an unscrupulous monk awaken the supreme blood of Buddhism?

The battle between the two occupied half of the platform.

"Lu Shaoqing, you and I will fight!"

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

"War!"

No need to say more, Lu Ming spits out a word, fighting like a rainbow.

Just defeat Mingzi, and then the unruly monk and Yang break the sky to decide the outcome, and Lu Ming can enter the top three.

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

On the body of Mingzi, the endless Black Ghost gas burst out. Inside, there were bursts of ghost crying, which permeated people incomparably.

In his hand, there was a knife, a black machete, on which there were evil spirits emerging, as if to climb out.

Shua!

Mingzi rushes to Lu Ming and cuts it with a machete. The ghost cries and howls, and the Yin is dense.

"Kill!"

Lu Ming drinks and kills like a tide. The blood red spear turns into a drop of blood and floats on top of Lu Ming's head. Lu Ming uses the power of zhenjutian and splits it out with one hand, which constantly collides with the light of Mingzi's knife.

Touch! Touch! Touch!

The dense crash sound sounded, two people instantly fight a dozen moves.

"It's cold, it's a weird attack!"

Lu Ming feels chilly all over. Not only that, but also the spirits and gods, there are bursts of cold.

The attack of Mingzi can not only damage the body, but also affect the spirit and God.

The five colors of artistic conception surround the whole body, forming a battle suit, covering the whole body. Zhenyuan is constantly running to block the weird attack of Mingzi.

At the same time, the palms are constantly splitting out.

Every palm has a terrible power.

Seven dragon power blessing, and the power of the third blood, powerful to the extreme.

However, Mingzi is really terrible. Even among the youth giants, they are all top-notch beings. What awakens is the divine nine level blood. The power of the blood itself is also very terrible.

The blood skills, martial arts and power are all amazing.

The power of divine level nine blood vessel blessing is even more than the power of seven dragon power.

Moreover, the artistic conception of Mingzi can be very terrible, and there are many kinds of them. Although there are not as many kinds as Lu Ming, their level is higher than that of Lu Ming, and their power is not too bad.

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

Lu Ming's blood, the highest level, is just seven levels of God level.

However, in the third blood, Lu Ming has endless power, but Lu Ming does not dare to borrow too much. The more he borrows, the stronger his idea of killing will become. Once he can not control himself and is dominated by killing, he will become a walking corpse and a puppet who can only kill.

Of course, with the improvement of Lu Ming's cultivation, the more control he has over himself, the more powerful he can borrow. Now, the power he can borrow has improved a lot than when he was a spiritual God.

In the twinkling of an eye, the two fought dozens of moves.

"Nine seals on the gate of God!"

Lu Ming condenses the seal formula, and two divine gates appear to suppress Xiang Mingzi.

"The gate of hell!"

In front of Mingzi, a dark gate emerges. The gate glows and grows rapidly, blocking the seal door.

"Death, now!"

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

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

Death, the legendary god of death!

This is the blood of Mingzi. Undoubtedly, it is also the Ninth level of God level.

"Twelve capital days battle array!"

Mingzi incarnated as the God of death, and a cold and unpleasant voice came out. The God of death moved and turned into twelve figures and killed Lu Ming.

Lu Ming once again uses the seal gate, but only two seals can be sealed. The other masters still kill Lu Ming.

Boom! Boom! Boom! ...Lu Ming continued to blow fists, constantly urged zhenyutiangong, strengthened the power of zhenyutiangong, and fought against the ten gods of death.

Ten fists in a row hit on ten death scythes, repelling the ten gods of death, but Lu Ming's face turned pale.

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

Lu Ming's eyes are dignified.

The physical attack of this God of death is not very strong, but it has a kind of strange power, which can directly penetrate the body and attack the spirit God.

In other words, it's attacking the spirit of the spirit.

The attack of Mingzi can go straight into the soul, can wear out the soul of others, and kill people in an invisible way.

If Lu Ming hadn't taken the fruit of refining gods, and there were a lot of alchemy pills, Lu Ming's spirit and spirit were very concise and more superior to others, otherwise, they might not have been able to bear it just now.

Even so, Lu Ming's spirit and spirit are still shaking, and bursts of tearing pain come from her soul.

"Kill!"

At this time, the door of the seal was invalid. There were twelve gods of the underworld. They killed Lu Ming.

Every one is just like a real one.

Lu Ming controls five kinds of artistic conception, forms five colors battle clothes on the spirit God, and then fights against the God of death.

It's better to have five colors of war clothes to protect the spirit God, but the spirit God is still under constant attack. In the constant vibration, the spirit God will suffer unimaginable trauma in the long run.

Spirit and spirit are the foundation of martial arts. If you suffer too much trauma, it will have a great impact on the future cultivation.

"It seems that Lu Shaoqing is going to lose. He is not the opponent of Mingzi."

"It's said that the God of death of Mingzi's blood can directly attack the soul of human beings, and kill people invisibly. It's weird and powerful, and can't be defended!"

"Anyway, Lu Shaoqing's blood is so strange that there is no chakra!"

"I also noticed this. It's really strange, but there are all kinds of strange things in the world. Maybe he practiced some secret arts and covered up the chakras!"

Everyone talks and looks at the platform.

At this time, the battle between Lu Ming and Mingzi seems to be a tie. However, people who know Mingzi know that for a long time, Lu Ming will surely suffer losses and be defeated.

On the other side, the war between the unscrupulous monk and Yang Chuang Tian, the unscrupulous monk has already gained the upper hand.

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

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

This time, he can't lose. If he wants to use this opportunity to take Xie Nianqing away, he must win.

Even if you reveal your real identity.

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