Chapter 450 Furious

In the following time, Lu Ming was searching for the artistic conception while understanding the third level of the dragon god three treasures.

Although in Slope of the hundred gods, one cannot use true qi and display the three dragon gods, it does not hinder one's comprehension.

As long as you understand and come out of Slope of the hundred gods, you can succeed in your cultivation.

Two days later.

"Hmm?"

While Lu Ming was running, he suddenly found a young man running ahead.

The young man, who was twenty-eight years old, had a big back and a big waist. He looked very strong. Obviously, he saw Lu Ming too. His eyes flashed and he continued to run, disappearing in front of him.

"Based on age, it's probably the last Imperial guard!"

Lu Ming's eyes moved.

This was the first time he had met anyone since he entered Slope of the hundred gods.

It was not easy to enter Slope of the hundred gods, either because he was talented enough or because the backing behind him was strong enough.

Lu Ming pondered for a while, but did not think much. He continued to search and understand the three dragon gods.

Huhh...

The next day, Lu Ming came to a desert where the wind was howling.

In this desert, the wind was so strong that it could not stop whistling, bringing up dust all over the sky.

Lu Ming did not have a shield of true qi, so he could only turn the wind to resist the strong winds around him.

Chirp! Chirp!

Suddenly, Lu Ming heard the sound of birds singing in front of him.

"Birdsong?"

Lu Ming was stunned.

Slope of the hundred gods, can be said to be barren and dead, how could there be birds?

Curious, Lu Ming followed the sound and searched.

"That's..."

Soon, Lu Ming stopped and looked up at the sky in shock.

At a height of 100 meters in the sky, there was a round bead, which turned green and crystal clear, like the most beautiful sapphire polished.

On the surface of the orb, there were birds that had been green all the time, flying around the orb, giving off bursts of bird songs.

Lu Ming could tell at a glance that the blue bird was not a real bird, but a pearl.

"This... Is this the weapon spirit of the Spirit soldier? The weapon spirit of the Spirit soldier was born, what level is this? Moreover, the mood of the strong wind above is so strong, this is definitely a supreme weapon. Hahaha, it's done, it's done!"

Lu Ming was ecstatic.

This kind of Spirit soldier, if it could be obtained, would be extremely useful.

Lu Ming approached cautiously, trying to draw the orb down as the wind blew through his body.

Chirp! Chirp!

When lu ming approached, the green-colored bird obviously noticed Lu Ming and gave a crisp chirp, blinking its big eyes and looking at the sound curiously.

Lu Ming moved the mood of the wind towards the ball.

The little bird touched the mood of Lu Ming's wind, and its eyes showed kindness.

He seemed to enjoy Lu Ming's breath very much.

"Haha, there's a play!"

Lu Ming was overjoyed and put in more effort to display the artistic conception of the wind.

"Boy, get out of here. This ball is mine!"

Just then, a cold drink came, and a tall, burly young man strode in.

Lu Ming's eyes turned and then turned cold. This young man was the same young man he met yesterday.

At this moment, the big young man's eyes were filled with greed, staring fixedly at the ball.

Then, a gust of wind burst out from his body, the depth of the fire, even above Lu Ming.

"Boy, spread your wind and let me do it!"

The burly young man reprimanded him with a commanding tone.

"Idiot!"

Lu Ming said indifferently, then ignored each other and focused on controlling the mood of the wind.

At this moment, the little bird was bathed in the mood of Lu Ming's wind and looked very enjoyable. Its small wings flapped and it flew towards the landing sound with a round bead.

"It worked!"

Lu Ming was ecstatic.

The bird flew towards him, which meant that it recognized him.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, the burly young man shouted angrily and said, "This ball is mine. You want to dream!"

Boom!

A strong wind rushed towards the ball.

Boom!

The artistic conception of the wind of the burly youth collided with that of Lu Ming and gave a loud roar.

Lu Ming's mood for the wind trembled and dissipated with a thud.

The blue bird screamed as if it had been frightened, its wings flapped, and it flew up into the sky with a ball.

"Where are we going?"

The burly young man roared, his legs bent, and all his muscles burst out. His burly figure shot up into the sky and grabbed the ball.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, Lu Ming roared, stepping on the ground, and his figure rose up into the sky, rushing towards the ball.

Chirp! Chirp!

The little bird screamed, its little wings flashed rapidly, and gusts of wind rose. The little bird and the ball, in a blue light, rushed forward and disappeared in a flash.

Touch! Touch!

Lu Ming and the burly young man plummeted into the desert and blew two large holes in it.

"Damn it!"

Lu Ming shouted angrily, his eyes gleaming with cold murderous intent.

The round bead that was about to be reached was destroyed by this burly young man.

Lu Ming's heart was bleeding.

That round bead was definitely not a small thing. It was a weapon used by an extremely powerful person who cultivated the artistic conception of the wind. If Lu Ming could obtain and comprehend the artistic conception of the wind above, his artistic conception of the wind would definitely advance by leaps and bounds. It was not impossible to condense the artistic conception runes in a short time.

But now, it's all gone.

It was conceivable that he would kill a burly young man.

"Boy, what's your name? I haven't questioned you yet. Boy, I just asked you to let me do it. Why didn't you do it? Now that I've lost this precious thing, tell me, how are you going to compensate me for my loss?"

The burly young man stared grimly at the sound of the landing and the killing plane flashed.

"Compensate you? Haha!"

Lu Ming laughed in anger.

He was the one who discovered it and was about to get it. It was destroyed by the burly young man. Now, the burly young man wanted him to pay for it.

What a joke!

"I'll pay you back, you idiot. Today, you will die!"

Lu Ming's eyes darkened as he strode towards the burly young man.

"Haha, you want to kill me? Ridiculous, this is Slope of the hundred gods, where the cultivation is suppressed and the physical body is superior. My physical body has already reached the fifth grade and surpassed some kings, just because you want to kill me? It's you who died!"

The burly young man laughed wildly, his muscles all over him, and with a step, his body rushed towards the landing roar, and a punch was thrown out at the same time.

Boom!

Lu Ming also punched out and aimed his fist at the opponent.

"You dare to fight with me. You want to die. Break it!"

The burly young man gave a ferocious smile.

He wanted to smash Lu Ming's fist and let him lie on the ground and wail.

Touch!

The two fists thumped together.

Kacha!

As the burly young man wished, the sound of bones breaking sounded.

However, there was no trace of ferocity or excitement on the burly young man's face, only fear and disbelief.

"Ah!"

Then, a shrill scream came from the burly young man's mouth.

(The end of this chapter)