Everlasting Dragon Emperor

Lot 4125

Lu Ming successively typed two types of mystic runes, and found them to be useful, operating smoothly, just like what they practiced.

This made Lu Ming overjoyed, as long as he killed the creatures transformed by these mysteries, wouldn't he be able to get the mystic runes continuously.

Especially great ancient secrets.

If you can get the runes of the mysteries of the ancient secrets, how much time can you save?How many merit points can be saved?

Thinking of this, Lu Ming felt very hot.

"Witch Temple, since you are going to kill me, don't blame me!"

A cold light flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and then his figure moved, turned into a rainbow of light, and hurried away in one direction.

This direction is the direction of the ancient Wu Temple, and also the direction that the previous eight Wu Temple messengers left.

Since the other party sent two people to assassinate him, the other six people should not have gone far. It is very likely that they were waiting for news somewhere.

Lu Ming flew in a hurry, and Lingzhi exhaled, looking for the remaining six people.

Lu Ming did not fly far, and the spiritual sense sensed that there were six figures sitting cross-legged on a mountain in front of them, and they were the six messengers of the witch temple.

Uh!

Lu Ming's spiritual knowledge swept to the other party, and the old Wujin Temple messenger suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes sharp as a sword, and looked to Lu Ming's side.

"This kid didn't die, but he dared to kill him on his own initiative, looking for death!"

The indifferent voice of the old witch temple messenger came out, alarming the other five.

"Master Wu, what's going on?"

The other five people were a bit puzzled.

"The boy from the outside world is here, ready to meet the enemy!"

The old witch temple messenger said coldly, and as soon as his voice fell, he rose into the sky and rushed in the direction of the landing.

The other five people felt shocked and did not have time to hesitate. They also rushed to Lu Ming with the old Wujin Temple messenger.

Within a few breaths, the two sides met.

Six sharp eyes fell on Lu Ming, both with a trace of curiosity and full of murderous opportunities.

"Boy, where are my two messengers from the Witch Temple? Where are they now?"

The Witch Temple messenger shouted for years.

"Since you want to kill me, you have to pay for it!"

Lu Ming said coldly, the implication was that the two had already paid the price.

"Boy, you are dead!"

The old witch-temple messenger had a great chance.

"It's you who are dying, I didn't provoke you, but you provoke me yourself!"

Lu Ming drank coldly, and the Great Divine Wind spell appeared, and his body was like a phantom, rushing to the angels of the Six Witch Temples.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The messengers of the six voodoo shrines also shot, and their bodies were transformed into six different mysteries, and they attacked the landing.

"Five Divine Emperors have nine peaks, one Divine Emperor has one..."

As soon as the opponent shot, Lu Ming judged the opponent's cultivation behavior.

The old witch temple messenger, cultivated to be the strongest, impressively reached the first level of Divine Emperor Realm, as for the other five, it was only the peak of Divine Emperor Jiuzhong.

boom!boom!boom!...

Lu Ming fisted continuously, and dozens of fist punches came out. The annihilation occurred in the void, and the scene was terrifying.

The messengers of the six voodoo shrines changed their faces and became extremely ugly.

"Not good, dangerous!"

"Ah, dodge!"

The five emperor's ninth-level witch shrine messenger shouted in horror.

However, with their cultivation behavior, how can Lu Ming's attack be avoided?

Fisting through, the emperor of the Wujin Temple, the five peaks of the nine emperors, was directly killed by Lu Ming and turned into five mystical runes.

Only the old Wu Temple shrine messenger blocked Lu Ming's attack, but his body shuddered.

"You... your fighting power..."

At this moment, the old witch temple messenger was not angry because of the killing of the other five witch temple messengers, and some were only shocked and horrified.

Frightened by Lu Ming's combat power.

He didn't think that Lu Ming, a god with seven layers of strength, actually had such a strong combat power. The attack just now could completely match him, even surpassing a trace.

This is terrible!

"kill!"

Lu Ming drank coldly, his figure kept, the cells in the body tremble, and a bright glow of light burst out. Lu Ming urged his combat power to the extreme, killing the old Wujin Temple elders.

"It's impossible to kill me!"

The old witch-temple shouted, and his body was a dark tower with nine light bands hanging down to suppress the landing sound. The power was amazing.

This is his noumenon, and a secret technique.

"Is this the Great God Tower Technique, one of the three thousand ancient mysteries?"

Lu Ming moved.

Since he is interested in collecting all kinds of three thousand ancient secrets, he naturally has a detailed understanding of the three thousand ancient secrets. He knows that one of the three thousand ancient secrets is called the Great God Pagoda.

When it is displayed, it can condense a god tower to suppress its opponents, and it has infinite power.

However, the Great God Pagoda technique, in the three thousand ancient mysteries, is just an ordinary one. It is equivalent to the Great Fragmentation technique. In the Hall of Merit Exchange, it takes about 100,000 merit points to exchange.

Lu Ming's eyes showed bright light.

If it is really the Great God Pagoda, he has to decide the secret rune of this mystery.

"Great bondage!"

Lu Ming was shrouded in gorgeous glow, his palms pressed forward, and the great bondage was exerted. An invisible force emerged, like a python, entwining the god tower.

At that moment, the god tower was fixed, and it was Lu Ming's stormy offensive that greeted him.

Boom!

Lu Ming raised the fighting power to the extreme, his hands constantly bombarded on the tower.

In a flash, at least hundreds of tricks popped up.

The tremendous vibration of the god tower was hung away by thousands of miles from Hongfei, smashing a dozen mountain peaks, and the nine light bands on it became dim and dull.

Suddenly, the other party was hit hard.

"You...how did you master so many ancient witchcraft?"

There was a very shocking voice in the tower.

"Great ancient witchcraft? Is it the three thousand ancient ancient secret art!"

Lu Ming moved.

Just now, Lu Ming used at least three ancient secret techniques, which obviously shocked the other party.

"Immediately, you will become a kind of ancient witchcraft for me..."

Lu Ming said coldly and continued to kill each other.

He found that the opponent's combat power was slightly stronger than that of the Sheng family's white giant ape, but it was also limited, and he was not Lu Ming's opponent.

Even if no other killer is needed, Lu Ming can suppress the opponent.

"You monster, my ancient Wu Temple, will not let you go, before you come, I have passed the news back to the Wu Temple!"

Shouted from the tower, then turned around and ran away, escaping at an alarming speed.

He knew that he was not Lu Ming's opponent and wanted to escape to the Wu Temple.

In the Wujin Temple, masters are like clouds, and some masters can kill Lu Ming.

But will Lu Ming let it escape?

(End of this chapter)