Chapter 89 Dead Volcano

He coughed up blood and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

This shot directly shattered his arms, a powerful impact, but also shattered his internal organs, is already dead.

The power of the Mystical level's inferior martial arts finally showed up. Lu Ming had only reached the second level of cultivation, but the power was twice as strong as the sixth level of the yellow-level superior martial arts.

"How... How could you be so strong? Who... Are you?"

Shifang sword sect disciples kept coughing up blood and asked reluctantly.

His eyes were filled with disbelief. With his eight peak martial arts master's cultivation, he was actually defeated by one move.

Lu Ming's cultivation was clearly a martial arts master.

"Xuanyuan Sword Sect, Lu Ming!"

Lu Ming said faintly.

"Xuanyuan Sword Sect?"

The young man murmured, then lost his focus and lost all life.

At this time, the other two masters with eight weights also lost their vitality.

They were also gutted by lu ming.

Although the shooting technique was not as varied as the sword technique, it was more violent, more direct and more domineering.

Only the fat young man was left at the scene.

At this moment, the fat young man's face was pale, without a trace of blood, his body was shaking constantly, and his face was dripping with cold sweat.

Lu Ming walked towards the fat young man step by step.

"No, don't kill me!"

The fat young man screamed in horror.

"Say, what do you Shifang sword sect want to do with catching so many ordinary stone pickers?"

Lu Ming asked coldly.

"I say yes, but you have to promise not to kill me."

The fat young man rolled his eyes and shouted.

"Oh? Don't tell me, right? Then go to hell."

Lu Ming's eyes turned cold and he raised the spear in his hand.

The fat young man was so scared that he almost lost his mind and shouted, "I said, I said, I said!"

Lu Ming looked at him coldly, waiting for his next words.

"We came with senior brother zheng. Senior brother zheng said he would bring us here to look for treasures, so we came."

"Brother zheng said that in the ancient books recorded by his ancestors, he knew that there was an extinct volcano near the inner part of the south of the Five Ridges fire region with treasures in it."

The fat young man quickly explained.

"Then why catch so many ordinary stone pickers?" Lu Ming asked.

"Because the surrounding area of that dead volcano is very unstable, and from time to time there will be lava, fire, and even the ground will sink. We must explore the road to find a safe way, so that we can enter the inside of the dead volcano."

The fat young man was scared to death and said in perfect detail.

Lu Ming frowned. It was obvious that he wanted to use the lives of those stone pickers to find their way.

This is the strong martial arts, the lives of ordinary people in their eyes, like ants.

Lu Ming had never been soft on his enemies, but he could not ask him to disregard the lives of others for his own sake.

Lu Ming thought for a moment and then asked, "What is the treasure in that dead volcano?"

"I don't know. Brother zheng didn't tell us. I've told you everything I know. Can you let me go now?"

The fat young man pleaded, thinking about how to invite brother zheng to kill Lu Ming after he got away.

"Wait a minute, I have another question. What kind of cultivation is your senior brother zheng? Is there anyone stronger than him?"

Lu Ming asked again.

The fat young man replied honestly, "Senior brother zheng is a famous genius of my Shifang sword sect. He has won eight consecutive victories on the bronze stage. Even if he is not much worse than the genius on the bronze list, this time the senior brother zheng is the strongest."

"Eight consecutive wins in bronze?"

Lu Ming whispered.

The five major sects in Empire of the scorching sun divided their disciples into three levels: bronze, silver and gold.

Similarly, there were bronze and silver lists in every sect.

The rules were exactly the same.

"Okay, whatever you want me to say, I already said it. Can you let me go?"

The fat young man said.

"Let you go? When did I say I wanted to let you go?"

Lu Ming said coldly, then a spear pierced through the fat young man's heart.

"Eight consecutive wins for the bronze stage? I wonder how strong the eight consecutive wins for the bronze stage of the Shifang sword sect are."

Lu Ming's eyes showed a strong sense of war.

In the beginning, he was punched by he tieyi to vomit blood. He Tie was the eighth consecutive win in the bronze stage of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

It was also the eight consecutive victories of the bronze stage, but they belonged to two different sects. The strength could not be the same, but it could not be too different. Lu Ming's great progress during this period of time could just test the results.

Then, Lu Ming devoured all the essence blood of the Shifang sword sect disciples and found a place to refine it.

As for the stone pickers, they had already fled in droves when the Shifang sword sect disciples were killed.

Two hours later, Lu Ming's true qi completely recovered and reached its peak.

Then, Lu Ming ran in the direction of the dead volcano that the fat young man was talking about.

...

South of the Five Ridges fire region, deep in the central region, near the inner region, there is a tall dead volcano.

This volcano, from an unknown age, has stopped erupting, but the temperature around the dead volcano is still shockingly high.

The ground was red.

Thousands of meters away from the dead volcano, there were more than twenty young people, needless to say, who were all Shifang sword sect disciples.

More than 20 Shifang sword sect disciples surrounded more than 30 stone pickers.

More than 30 stone pickers gathered together, their faces trembling with fear.

"Young knights of the Shifang sword sect, I beg of you. It's really dangerous there. You let us explore the way. That is to die. I have seniors and subordinates. I beg you to let me go back."

A man in his fifties kept bowing and begging.

Whew!

The Sword light flashed and the man's head flew high.

"It's so noisy. You want to go, don't you? I'll take you on the road now."

A Shifang sword sect disciple put his sword back in its sheath and said coldly.

The other stone pickers were suddenly silent and did not dare to speak again, but the look of despair on their faces deepened.

"You, hurry up and find your way. If you get lucky, you can still leave a dog alive."

A Shifang sword sect disciple pointed to a big, tanned man.

The man's eyes were filled with despair and his body trembled.

"No, right? Then die now!"

The Shifang sword sect disciple's voice was cold.

"I'll go, I'll go!"

The man shuddered.

Then he went out trembling.

If you go out and explore, there might be a way to live. If you don't go, you will die.

This big man should have practiced martial arts, but he did not awaken his bloodline.

He cautiously walked forward and soon, walked more than 200 meters.

All of a sudden, a stream of magma rushed out of the ground and directly submerged the man.

The big man screamed and turned into a ball of fire. After a few breaths, it turned into a ball of coke.

The temperature of the magma was frighteningly high.

(The end of this chapter)