Now, his refining strength has surpassed his martial arts strength, and one punch is enough to seriously wound the martial artist of the True Dao Fivefold.

Feeling that his body was sticky and extremely uncomfortable, and a foul smell came, Chu Ming boiled water to take a bath, and after finishing, he was suddenly refreshed, and his spirit reached its peak.

"Stay in Blue Jade City for a few days for the time being!"

Chu Ming said in his heart, although his "Fire Yuan Forging Body Chapter" has broken through to the fifth level, but it is still far from the real Dacheng, according to the introduction of the body refining exercises, when the power of the fire element in the body reaches one hundred, it is considered a great achievement, and the power of one hundred wisps of fire yuan can be fused to form a fire element, at that time, the body is like a melting pot, constantly absorbing the spiritual power around the body at any time, which can be regarded as complete.

Chu Ming didn't think that he would cultivate the Fire Yuan Forging Body Chapter to perfection now, that would be unrealistic, now a hundred-year-old Blood Spirit Flower could only refine seven or eight wisps of Fire Yuan power, and it would be a long process to cultivate to the fullest.

Tianhe Kingdom, standing at the peak of the younger generation, there are three people.

The first is the core disciple of the Heishui Sect, Heimo, who has comprehended the sword intent, and has cultivated as a true path and a heavy, and a few days ago, he was just accepted as an inner disciple by the Tianxing Sect.

The second is the core disciple of the Beihua Sect, known as the "Beihua Gongzi", Bei Wushuang, who did not comprehend any artistic conception, but the cultivation of the body cultivation method is extremely powerful, and he once killed the fifth-level top-level demonic beast with one punch, to be precise, the strength of the Beihua Gongzi is stronger than Heimo, but the Beihua Gongzi is two years older than Heimo, so his reputation in Tianhe Country is not as loud as Heimo.

Chu Ming now has the power of 1,100 tigers, which is not far behind compared to the son of Beihua.

As for the third, it is the pearl of the Tianhe Lord, Princess Huoyun, who has comprehended the sword intent seed, and in the future, she is also a kendo master.

At night, the starlight is dark, the sky and the earth are dark, and the breeze blows the willows in the courtyard, making the sound of the search.

In the room, Chu Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a medium-grade spirit stone in his hand, and a steady stream of spiritual power entered his body, making the spiritual power in his dantian slowly accumulate.

After a while, Chu Ming opened his eyes, there was a slight sigh in his eyes, with the improvement of his strength, the speed of his strength improvement is getting slower and slower, and it has been dozens of days since he broke through to the ninth level of the Mortal Realm, but until now, he is still staying in place.

Thinking about it, Chu Ming couldn't help but laugh in his heart that he was not satisfied, for true path martial artists, every time they progressed, it took a lot of time, and for the powerhouses of the Returning Yuan Realm and the Transcendence Realm, it was even more so, often the time of a retreat was more than ten years.

It is normal for the king of the realm of life and death to stay in one realm for a hundred years.

In the small courtyard, Chu Ming rested while cultivating, and ten days later, Chu Ming once again came to the entrance of the Blood Demon Sea.

On the slope, the yellow sand was long and barren, and dozens of figures surrounded Chu Ming, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands, looking at Chu Ming in the circle with a cold expression.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come to the Blood Demon Sea, today next year will be your death day!"

At the front of several figures, Huang Lei said with a hideous face, he held the knife in one hand, and on his body, there was only one arm, and the hatred of the broken arm was not shared, originally he thought that he might not have the opportunity to meet Chu Ming again, but he didn't expect that the will of heaven would make him meet Chu Ming again.

"That's a lot of nonsense, it's just a defeat!"

Chu Ming's eyes narrowed, and he swept the martial artists around him slightly, they were all dressed in gray, exuding a faint evil aura on their bodies, obviously killing a lot, it was obvious that Huang Lei knew that he was not Chu Ming's opponent, and these martial artists were all helpers he invited.

"Huang Lei, remember your promise."

A charming woman in leather armor, her eyes flashed like a poisonous snake, and she reminded faintly that the tight-fitting leather armor perfectly outlined the curves of her whole body, and she looked extremely enchanting.

"As long as you help me kill him, that thing will be yours!"

Huang Lei's eyes flashed with a hint of pain, but when he thought of the deep hatred with Chu Ming, he suddenly said in his heart.

"Good!"

The woman in leather armor nodded with satisfaction, she has a great reputation in this area, she has been watching the treasure on Huang Lei's body for a long time, just because she is afraid that Huang Lei's strength is not easy to do, and now Huang Lei takes the initiative to ask her for help, naturally he has to pay some price, and that treasure is the price.

"Do it!"

A trace of viciousness flashed in the eyes of the leather-armored woman, and she suddenly ordered the gray-clothed warriors around her, and in an instant, countless iron arrows and crossbows were erected from the arms of these gray-clothed warriors, and on them, the iron arrows flashed with a cold glow.

A trace of surprise flashed in Chu Ming's eyes, and his evaluation of the leather armored woman was one point higher, a single iron arrow bow and crossbow was not a big threat to the martial artists of the Mortal Realm, but the quantitative change of anything would cause a qualitative change, and the dense iron arrows could shoot the true path martial artists.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Dense iron arrows flew towards Chu Ming from all directions, like locusts crossing the border, and ordinary Truth Path Quadruple Martial Artists, if they didn't pay attention, they would also be shot and killed.

Call!

Chu Ming took a deep breath, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, his right hand clenched into a fist, his robe hunted, there was not the slightest panic on his handsome face, his right arm was stretched, his muscles were slightly raised, and a faint yellow glow flashed on his fist.

Rumble!

When the iron arrow arrived in front of him, he punched out, Huang Guang Ruolong, in this punch, he blessed two wisps of fire yuan power, and suddenly the sound of the air being blasted was endless, and the surrounding air surged, and countless qi bursts out, hitting deep holes in the ground.

Puff puff puff.....

The icy iron arrow met the fist strength dragon, just a moment, it was all turned into molten iron, dripping on the ground, at the same time, the fist seemed to be an invincible dragon sweeping, and the gray-clothed warriors around, except for the leather armor woman and Huang Lei, were all killed with one punch, without making any sound.

"It's so strong!"

The leather armor woman's face changed wildly, Chu Ming's strength completely exceeded her imagination, according to Huang Lei's original words, Chu Ming's strength was only between him and him, and now with her words, it was enough to kill Chu Ming, but now it seems that not to mention adding one her, even if she is added to ten or eight, it is not Chu Ming's opponent.

It's not a matter of quantity, it's a qualitative change that has taken place, just like countless ordinary people can't kill a true path martial artist.

"Huang Lei, you lied to me!"

Watching Chu Ming walk slowly towards the two, the leather-armored woman looked at Huang Lei with a cold look in her eyes, and her tone was full of resentment.

"Impossible, impossible, how can you be so strong?!"

At this moment, Huang Lei was completely messy in the wind, muttering to himself.