Everlasting Dragon Emperor Chapter 1129: Zhang Mingzi
.. Dragon Emperor of Ten Thousand Daoes
"My hair, the donor was misunderstood, and the donor Lu was also misunderstood at the beginning. There must be someone who blames the little monk. The little monk is a monk who is compassionate and universal. How can he do such a thing? Who is it that slanders the little monk? Tell me, I want to slap him to death!"
The unscrupulous monk folded his hands together, his treasure face was solemn, the first paragraph was quite normal, but the latter sentence made people look at each other.
Outside the platform, the Moonless Woman Bodhisattva folded his hands together, with blue veins jumping on his face.
Yang Potian's lips also trembled, and said: "No need to say more, let me try the master's method!"
Without much nonsense, Yang Potian turned into a void halberd and fought against the unscrupulous monk.
Undoubtedly, the blood of the unscrupulous monk is also the ninth level of the gods. It is a golden Buddha with a majestic appearance and a charitable face, which will save all living beings and bloom with the glory of Buddha.
Everyone is really speechless. How can such a wonderful work as an unscrupulous monk awaken this kind of Buddhism?
The two battled, occupying half of the platform.
"Lu Shaoqing, you and me fight!"
A black light flashed, Mingzi appeared in front of Lu Ming.
"War!"
No need to say more, Lu Ming uttered a word, like a rainbow of warfare.
You only need to defeat Mingzi, and then the unscrupulous monk and Yang Potian will decide the outcome, and Lu Ming will be in the top three.
His goal is to be in the top three, and he must also be in the top three.
On Mingzi's body, endless black underworld erupted, and inside, there were bursts of ghost crying, which was very permeating.
In his hand, there was a knife, a black scimitar, and evil spirits appeared on it, as if to crawl out.
Huh!
Mingzi rushed towards Lu Ming, cut it down with a scimitar, the ghost cries and the wolf howling, gloomy.
"Kill!"
Lu Ming yelled, killing intent like a tide, the blood-red spear turned into a drop of blood again, floating above Lu Ming's head, Lu Ming used the jailing heavenly power, slashed out with a palm, and constantly collided with Mingzi's knife light.
Touch! bump! bump!
The intensive collision sounded, and the two fought a dozen moves in an instant.
"It's so cold, so weird attack!"
Lu Ming felt cold all over, not only that, but even the spirit gods felt cold.
Matsuko's attack can not only cause damage to the physical body, but even affect the spirits.
The five-color artistic conception lingers, forming a battle suit, covering the whole body, the true essence rushes endlessly, blocking Mingzi's strange attack.
At the same time, both palms kept splitting.
Every palm has terrible power.
The blessing of the seven dragons and the power of the third bloodline is extremely powerful.
However, Mingzi is indeed terrible. Even among the young giants, they are all top-notch existences. The awakened blood is the ninth-level god-level blood. The power blessed by the blood itself is also very terrifying.
The bloodline mystery, bloodline martial arts, and power learned from the bloodline are very amazing.
The power blessed by the ninth level of the god-level blood is even far beyond the power blessed by the seven dragons.
Furthermore, Mingzi's artistic conception can be very scary, and it is also composed of several kinds. Although there are not as many kinds as Lu Ming, but the level is higher than Lu Ming, and the power is not much worse than Lu Ming.
It can be said that Tianjiao who has reached the level of youth giants is very strong in all aspects and is very comprehensive.
Lu Ming's bloodline has the highest level, which is only God level seven.
It’s the third bloodline that possesses infinite power, but Lu Ming dare not borrow too much. The more borrowed, the stronger the killing thought will be. Lu Ming will be influenced by the endless killing thought. Once he can’t control himself , Dominated by slaughter, will be reduced to a walking dead, reduced to a puppet that can only slaughter.
Of course, with the improvement of Lu Ming’s cultivation, the stronger his control over him, the stronger the power he can borrow. Now, the power he can borrow has increased compared to when he was at the first level of spirituality. a lot of.
In a blink of an eye, the two fought dozens of other moves.
"Nine seals of the gods!"
Lu Ming condensed the seal technique, 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.
"Reaper, now!"
Immediately, on the top of Mingzi's head, a black figure appeared. This figure, dressed in a black cloak, couldn't see his appearance. 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 there was a black flame jumping.
The **** of death, the legendary **** of death!
This is the blood of Mingzi, and without a doubt, it is also the ninth level of God.
"Twelve Capitals Heavenly Battle Array!"
Mingzi became the **** of death, and there was a cold and unpleasant voice. The **** of death moved his body and turned into twelve figures to kill Lu Ming.
Lu Ming used the Sealed Door again, but only two masters could be sealed, and the other masters still killed Lu Ming.
Boom! boom! boom! ...
Lu Ming continued thumping his fists, constantly urging the Heaven-Suppressing Art, strengthened the power of the Heaven-Saving Art, and fought against ten death gods.
Ten punches in a row, hitting the ten Death God's sickles, repelling the ten Death Gods, but Lu Ming's face turned pale.
"What a weird attack, what a terrible power!"
Lu Ming's eyes were solemn.
The physical attack of this **** of death is not very strong, but it has a strange power that can penetrate the flesh directly to attack the spirit god.
In other words, it is attacking the soul on the spirit god.
The attack of Mingzi can go straight to the soul, wipe out the souls of others, and kill people invisible.
If it hadn't been for Lu Ming who had taken the fruit for refining the gods, there were still a lot of pill for refining the gods, which made Lu Ming's spirit and spirit very condensed.
Even so, Lu Ming's Spiritual God was still shaking, and bursts of tearing pain came from his soul.
"Kill!"
Mingzi came to kill again. At this time, the Sealed Gate failed. There were a total of twelve Underworld Gods, killing Lu Ming.
Every one looks like real.
Lu Ming controls five moods to form a five-color battle suit on the spirit god, and then fights against the death god.
There are five-color battle clothes guarding the spirit god, which is slightly better, but the spirit **** is still constantly under attack, and in constant vibration, if this continues, the spirit **** will be traumatized unimaginably.
The spirit **** is the foundation of the martial artist, where the spirit and spirit are located. If you get too severely traumatized, it will have a great impact on your future cultivation.
"It seems that Lu Shaoqing is going to lose, not Mingzi's opponent!"
"It is said that Mingzi's bloodline death **** can directly attack people's souls, killing people invisible, but they are strange and powerful, unable to defend!"
"Speaking of which~IndoMTL.com~The bloodline of Lu Shaoqing is so curious that there is no chakra!"
"I have also noticed this. It is indeed strange, but there are no surprises in the world. Maybe he has practiced some kind of secret technique to cover up the chakras!"
Everyone talked and looked at the platform.
At this time, the battle between Lu Ming and Mingzi seemed to be a tie, but anyone who knows Mingzi knows that in the long run, Lu Ming will definitely suffer and lose.
On the other side, in the battle between the unscrupulous monk and Yang Potian, the unscrupulous monk has the upper hand.
"This battle, I must win! No matter what the price!"
Lu Ming's eyes were extremely firm.
He can't lose in this game. He wants to use this opportunity to take Xie Nianqing away. He must win.
Even if it reveals the true identity.
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