Half of them thundered, slashing towards the landing, while the other half slashed towards those refining corpses.

Lu Ming manipulated the artistic conception rune and tried his best to resist.

After dozens of roars, Lu Ming successfully blocked this wave of thunder bombardment, and the thunder artistic conception rune was even more crystal bright.

But those refining corpses are much more miserable.

Refining corpses is originally an evil thing, and it is most afraid of thunder and fire, which are the most rigid and yang things, not to mention the thunder tribulation, which is completely a nemesis.

A wave of thunder tribulation slashed, and at least two dozen refining corpses were split into charcoal, blown by the yin wind, turned into dust and dissipated.

"Damn, damn it, little miscellaneous, there are only three waves of thunder tribulation, and when the three waves of thunder tribulation pass, I will break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

The cold voice roared, full of heartache.

Obviously, those refining corpses were the corpses of the powerhouses above the Martial Sect that they had killed from the three sects such as the Phantom Sword Sect, and he used this to set up a large array of ten thousand corpses, just to refine a supreme refining corpse.

But now, more than 20 refining corpses were destroyed at once, and the great array of 10,000 corpses was broken, and his heart was dripping blood.

"Really, then go ahead!"

Lu Ming's body moved, and he rushed to the other side.

Here, too, there is a pile of refining corpses.

The voice roared again and again, but there was nothing to be done.

Thundered!

Dozens of thunderbolts fell, and this time the power of the thunder was stronger than the last time.

It was still half slashed at Lu Ming, and half slashed at those refining corpses.

"Block!"

Lu Ming roared, and did not make a move against the thunder, but just controlled the artistic conception rune with all his strength to resist.

Boom! Boom...

A dazzling thunderbolt kept splitting on the artistic conception rune, and every time it fell, the artistic conception rune trembled, as if it would collapse, but the next moment, it survived again, and became more condensed.

When the thunder passes, the artistic conception runes are still not dispersed, crystal clear, and the color of purple jade.

On the side, dozens of smelted corpses were chopped into charcoal.

"Little brute, little crumb, now that the three waves of thunder have passed, go die!"

The cold voice rang out.

At the same time, the sound of breaking the sky came, and a corpse refining corpse pounced towards Lu Ming, and in the refining corpse, Lu Ming also saw a young man in a black robe.

This young man, twenty-five or sixteen years old, had a pale face, without the slightest blood, and a pair of eyes, long and narrow, full of a cold light.

"Little brute, I want to refine you into a refining corpse, become my puppet, and fight for me for a lifetime!"

The young man said coldly.

"Really, I'm afraid you don't have that chance!"

The corners of Lu Ming's mouth flashed with an inexplicable smile, and then he moved his steps and rushed directly towards the black-robed young man and the large pile of refining corpses.

Thundered!

Above Lu Ming's head, lightning flashed and thundered, and the terrifying pressure permeated down, and it seemed to be stronger than just now.

"Ahh

The black-robed young man, his face changed wildly, he screamed again and again, and his body retreated wildly.

But those refining corpses want to retreat, it's too late.

There was a loud bang, and in the sky, dozens of lightning bolts fell, and the power was even stronger.

Lu Ming's eyes were bright and unusually firm, and he still didn't make a move to resist, all of them were resisted by the artistic conception runes.

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

"Huh, the artistic conception rune has actually become a little longer!"

After the thunder, Lu Ming was pleasantly surprised to find that the Thunder Artistic Conception Rune had actually become longer.

At first, it was an inch, but now it has grown a little.

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

The first-level artistic conception rune is divided into entry, small success, large completion, and consummation.

And the martial artists of the realm of ordinary martial kings comprehend the first-level artistic conception.

It just so happens that the four levels correspond to the four levels of the Martial King Realm.

Generally, low-level kings, comprehending artistic conception runes are generally first-level entry, and the length of artistic conception runes is about one inch long.

Xiaocheng King, the comprehended artistic conception rune, is a first-level Xiaocheng, and the artistic conception rune is two inches long.

And so on.

In the realm of the Martial King, if you want to break through the realm, you must first break through the artistic conception, and only then can you break through by cultivating.

And now, Lu Ming has not completely broken through the Martial King, and his artistic conception rune is actually more than an inch long, which is extremely rare.

Lu Ming was overjoyed, this is a good thing.

Lu Mingxi was overjoyed, but the black-robed young man roared angrily.

The wave of thunder just now directly split a large number of refined corpses into charcoal, and at a glance, there were at least fifty corpses.

The main thing is that the corpse refining just now was too concentrated, and it happened to be served in one pot.

"My corpse!"

The black-robed young man screamed miserably, his heart dripping blood.

"Don't worry, and, continue!"

Lu Ming laughed and rushed towards the other refining corpses.

In the sky, another wave of thunder actually fell.

Fifth wave!

Ordinary martial artists broke through the realm of the Martial King, and there were only three rounds of thunder tribulation, but now, Lu Ming's thunder tribulation actually appeared in the fifth wave.

The black-robed young man almost wanted to cry.

Cracking sound!

There was another thunderbolt, and another large piece of refined corpses was scorched.

And Lu Ming finally survived, and the artistic conception rune was a little longer, approaching the length of two inches.

"You pervert, wicked!"

The black-robed youth roared.

He was extremely manic in his heart, his cultivation had reached the triple level of the Martial King, and he was extremely powerful, if it was normal, he would be confident that he would be able to slap Lu Ming to death with one palm, but now, he didn't dare to make a move at all.

I was afraid that as soon as I made a move, under the traction of the qi machine, the thunder tribulation enveloped him and brought him in together.

He roared in his heart, as long as he waited for Lu Ming to finish the tribulation, he had a hundred vicious ways to deal with Lu Ming.

"Scold me, then let's come along!"

Lu Ming's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stepped out and rushed towards the black-robed youth.

"Little brute, what are you doing?"

The black-robed young man was shocked and retreated frantically.

"Nine Dragons Walk the Sky!"

Lu Mingshi showed the Nine Dragons stepping into the sky, and when he took two steps in a row, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared not far from the black-robed young man.

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

This time, it directly shrouded the black-robed young man.

"No, no, no!"

The black-robed young man's face changed wildly, and he screamed like crazy.

Thundered!

In response to him, there was a thunderstorm in the sky.

This time, there were more than a hundred thunderbolts, splitting down.

Among them, most of them were slashed at the black-robed youth, and each thunderbolt was more than ten times more powerful than the thunder that slashed towards Lu Ming.

Yes!

The black-robed youth shouted frantically, trying his best to resist.

However, when the thunderbolts fell, the black-robed young man was still scorched, and gray mist continued to emerge from his body.

It was all corpse qi, which was split out by the thunder, and the blood in the mouth of the black-robed young man spurted wildly, wailing again and again.

"Block!"

This time, Lu Ming did not simply let the artistic conception rune resist, but held a spear in his hand and rose into the air, blocking half of the thunder.

Bump! Bump...

Dao Dao thunder fell on his body, and Lu Ming felt numb all over his body, and his muscles kept squirming.

(End of chapter)