Chapter 475 Split into Coke

Half of the thunderbolts came towards the sound of the landing, while the other half went towards the corpses.

Lu Ming controlled the rune of artistic conception and tried to resist it.

After a few dozen rumblings, Lu Ming succeeded in blocking the thunder, and the lightning artistic conception runes became more glittering.

But those corpses were much worse.

Corpses were originally evil things, and they were most afraid of things like thunder and fire, not to mention the lightning robbery, which was a complete nemesis.

After a wave of lightning strikes, at least 20 corpses were cut into coke, which was blown away by the wind and turned into dust.

"Damn it, damn it, little bastard. There are only three waves of lightning strikes. After three waves of lightning strikes, I will tear you to pieces!"

The cold voice roared, full of heartache.

Obviously, those corpses were the corpses of the Martial Sect and above who they had killed from the three sects, such as the illusory sword sect. He set up a great array of corpses to refine one to strengthen the corpses.

But now, more than twenty bodies were destroyed in one fell swoop, and thousands of bodies were broken. His heart was bleeding.

"Really? Then continue!"

Lu Ming moved and rushed to the other side.

Over here, there was also a pile of corpses.

The voice roared, but there was nothing to do.

Boom!

Dozens of thunderbolts fell again. This time, the power of the thunderbolt was stronger than the previous one.

It was still half towards lu ming and half towards the corpses.

"Block!"

Lu Ming roared. He did not fight against thunder, but tried his best to control the artistic conception rune resistance.

Boom! Boom!

A series of blinding thunders continued to strike at the artistic conception runes. Each time they fell, the artistic conception runes trembled, as if they would collapse. But the next moment, they came back and became more solid.

After the thunderstorm, the runes of the artistic conception still lingered, crystal clear, turning into purple jade.

On the other side, dozens of other bodies were chopped into coke.

"Little beast, little piece of trash, now that three waves of thunder have passed, go to hell!"

The cold voice sounded.

At the same time, the sound of the broken air came, a body of refining, rushed towards lu ming, and in the body of refining, Lu Ming also saw a young man wearing a black robe.

The young man, who was twenty-five or twenty-six years old, had a pale face without a trace of blood. His eyes were long and narrow, filled with a gloomy light.

"Little beast, I will turn you into a corpse, my puppet, and fight for me for the rest of my life!"

The young man said coldly.

"Really? I'm afraid you won't have the chance!"

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Lu Ming's mouth, and then he moved his feet and rushed straight towards the young man in black and the mass of corpses.

Boom!

Above Lu Ming's head, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the pressure of terror pervaded, seemingly stronger than before.

"Ah? What's going on? Why hasn't your thunder robbery ended after three rounds? No, no, get back!"

The young man in black changed his face, screamed and retreated.

But it was too late for the corpses to retreat.

With a loud bang, dozens of bolts of lightning fell from the sky, making it even more powerful.

Lu ming's eyes were bright and firm, but he still did not resist. All of them were blocked by the artistic conception runes.

The artistic conception runes trembled wildly, like candlelight in the wind, as if they could be extinguished at any time, but they always survived.

"Eh? The rune of artistic conception has actually become longer!"

After the thunder, Lu Ming was pleasantly surprised to find that the rune of thunder's artistic conception actually grew a little longer.

At first, it was an inch, but now it's a little bit longer.

Generally, the artistic conception runes that have just been condensed are all first-level artistic conception runes.

The first level of artistic conception runes can be divided into entry, little success, great success, and perfection.

Generally speaking, the martial artists in Wu Wang's realm understood the first level of artistic conception.

Just right, the four levels, and the four levels of the martial king's realm want to correspond.

Generally, the lower level of the king, the understanding of the artistic conception rune is generally a first level entry, the length of the artistic conception rune, about an inch long.

The rune of artistic conception, which is understood by the master, is one level of the master, and the rune of artistic conception is two inches long.

And so on.

In order to break through the realm of Wu Wang, one must first break through the artistic conception and cultivate.

But now, before Lu Ming had completely broken through Wu Wang, his artistic conception rune was more than an inch long, which was extremely rare.

Lu Ming was overjoyed. It was a good thing.

Lu Ming was happy, but the young man in black was roaring.

That thunderstorm just now directly cut a large pile of bodies into coke. At first glance, there were at least 50 of them.

The main thing was that the corpse refining was too concentrated, and it happened to be carried out in one pot.

"My corpse!"

The young man in black screamed and his heart was bleeding.

"Don't worry, and go on!"

Lu Ming laughed and rushed to the other bodies.

In the sky, another wave of thunder fell.

The fifth wave!

Normally, when a martial artist breaks through Wu Wang's territory, there are only three rounds of lightning strikes, but now, Lu Ming's lightning strikes have a fifth wave.

The young man in black felt like crying.

Pitter-patter!

Another round of lightning struck, and another large chunk of the body was charred.

Lu Ming, on the other hand, managed to survive, and the rune grew a little longer, approaching the two-inch length.

"You pervert, devil!"

The young man in black roared.

He was extremely manic in his heart. His cultivation had reached the triple of Wu Wang's and was extremely powerful. If it were normal, he would have been confident that he could kill Lu Ming with one slap, but now, he didn't dare to do it at all.

He was afraid that with a single strike, under the guidance of the qi, the thunder would cover him and bring him in together.

He roared in his heart. As long as lu mingdu was finished, he had a hundred vicious ways to deal with Lu Ming.

"Scold me? Then come along!"

Lu Ming's eyes flashed and he suddenly stepped out and rushed towards the young man in black.

"Little beast, what are you doing?"

The young man in black was shocked and retreated madly.

"Nine dragons treading on the sky!"

Lu Ming took two steps out of the Nine Dragon Steps into the Sky and his figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared not far from the young man in black.

And the cloud of thunder, in an instant, appeared above Lu Ming's head.

This time, he directly enveloped the young man in black.

"No, no, no!"

The young man in black changed his face and shouted like a madman.

Boom!

The answer was a thunderstorm.

This time, more than a hundred thunderbolts fell.

Most of them were directed at the young man in black, and each bolt of thunder was more than ten times more powerful than the bolt directed at lu ming.

Ah!

The young man in black shouted frantically and tried to resist.

However, when the thunders fell, the young man in black was still in a state of great anxiety, and a grey mist was constantly emerging from his body.

It was all corpses, scattered by the thunder, and the young man in black vomited blood and wailed.

"Block!"

This time, Lu Ming did not simply let the rune of artistic conception resist, but held a long gun and soared into the air, blocking half of the thunder.

Touch! Touch!

Dao dao thunder fell on him, and Lu Ming felt numb all over, and his muscles kept wriggling.

(The end of this chapter)