Jiang Taichong stopped in front of Lu Ming, and behind him, Wang Yan rushed up again.

Lu Ming can't escape!

But at this moment, Lu Ming's face was extremely calm, and there was even a trace of murderous intent that flashed away.

"That's not right!"

I don't know why, Jiang Taichong's heart suddenly jumped, and he had an inexplicable sense of crisis, but he couldn't think of where the sense of crisis came from.

Is it impossible for Lu Ming, Lu Ming's cultivation is simply not their opponent.

Wang Yan was already approaching.

At this time, Lu Ming's footsteps stepped heavily, and dense inscriptions suddenly appeared on the ground, and several large arrays emerged.

"In an instant, you want to deal with us too, dream!"

Wang Yan sneered, but the next moment, his face changed greatly.

"No, this is a seventh-level formation, how can you carve out a seventh-level formation in an instant?"

Wang Yan screamed incredulously.

Instantly carved out a seventh-level formation, such a seventh-level inscription refiner can't do it, only a seventh-level inscription refiner with high spiritual power can do it.

How could Lu Ming do it?

"It's not good, retreat!"

Jiang Taichong's face changed greatly, and his body was about to retreat.

But it was too late, the light of the formation shone brightly, and golden vines condensed out, winding towards Jiang Taichong and Wang Yan.

"Broken!"

Jiang Taichong's body was filled with an incomparably sharp aura, and with a wave of his hand, the sharp sword qi slashed out and slashed at those vines.

But with a sword, it can only cut a few vines, this kind of vine, called the Golden Rattan, is a seventh-level primary formation, and the Golden Rattan Formation is condensed, extremely tough, and water and fire are inviolable.

Wang Yan also roared angrily, the flames were filled, and he wanted to burn the vines, although he could also burn them, but the speed was very slow.

The two were entangled for a while.

Lu Ming sneered, and began to continue to engrave the big array, endless inscriptions, shining on Lu Ming's soles and palms, blooming, purple spiritual fire, jumping in Lu Ming's eyebrows.

"Seventh-level Ming Refiner, he is a seventh-level Ming Refiner, rush out, you must rush out!"

Jiang Taichong roared in horror and struggled to attack, and the vines were cut off one by one.

A few golden rattan arrays naturally couldn't completely trap Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong, but Lu Ming's purpose was just to stop them, and that was enough.

Airplanes!

On the ground, another formation emerged.

This time, it was a seventh-level intermediate formation, the Ice Hunting Formation.

Formations are generally divided into primary, intermediate, advanced, and top.

For example, the seventh-level primary formation is enough to deal with the martial artists of the spirit fetus realm from one to three levels, and if it is used well, it can kill the martial artists of the spirit fetus threefold.

But Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong, although they are only in the first realm of the spirit fetus, their combat power, killing the four levels of the spirit fetus, can do it, and the seventh-level primary formation does not have much effect on them.

But the seventh-level intermediate formation is different.

The seventh-level intermediate formation can deal with the fourth- to sixth-level powerhouses of the Spirit Fetus Realm.

However, Lu Ming's spiritual power, although it was extremely strong, far surpassed that of an inscription refiner of the same level, after all, he had just broken through the seventh level, and if he wanted to instantly engrave the seventh-level intermediate formation, he still couldn't do it, it would take some time.

The golden rattan array blocked the time for Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong, which was enough for him to engrave the seventh-level intermediate formation.

Whoa!

Twelve ice-condensed spears appeared, exuding an incomparably cold aura, piercing through the air, and sprinting towards Wang Yan and Jiang Tai respectively.

Rumble!

Wang Yan's fists burst out, and the terrifying flames filled the air, wanting to melt the ice spear, but what shocked him was that the ice spear pierced through the blazing fist power, only shrunk in a circle, and did not completely melt, and continued to assassinate Wang Yan.

And Jiang Taichong struggled to slash the ice spear, and although he blocked it in the end, it was also very difficult, with a layer of white frost all over his body, trembling all over, as if he was about to be frozen.

Whoa!

To their despair, another ice spear condensed out, this time, twenty-four.

One man had twelve roots, and he was assassinated.

The two of them tried desperately to resist, but the power of the ice spear was terrifying, although they resisted, they were both injured, but then, more ice spears appeared.

Ahh

Then, with two desperate screams, Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong's bodies were pierced by several ice spears, and their bodies were stiff, and they were frozen in place.

"No, don't kill me!"

Wang Yan shouted in horror.

The battle of luck, although dangerous, but full of opportunities, no one to participate in the battle of luck, is to send death, they all want to get a great opportunity, to obtain boundless luck.

Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong are naturally the same, they want to get a great opportunity in the battle of luck, get the luck of the atmosphere, stand out from it, and surpass those stronger geniuses, how could they think that the battle of luck has only started for less than a month, and they are going to die, how can they be willing in their hearts?

"Wang Yan, have you forgotten what I said? I said that I will kill you!"

Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.

With a wave of his hand, the ice spear appeared and stabbed out again.

"No, no!"

Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong screamed in horror and frantically, but they couldn't change the ending.

The ice spear pierced through the eyebrows of the two of them.

Immediately, the Nine Dragons bloodline appeared, and the devouring power erupted, engulfing the two of them.

It didn't take long for the refining to be completed.

Jiang Taichong, what he cultivated was the artistic conception of the sword, which was useless to Lu Ming, and when Wang Yan's artistic conception of fire came, Lu Ming's artistic conception of fire broke through in one fell swoop and stepped into the third level.

However, Lu Ming's bloodline did not improve.

The bloodline of the Hell Monument, the third level of the god level, the bloodline of the Nine Dragons, the fourth level of the god level.

Call!

After refining, Lu Ming exhaled a breath, then got up, and in front of him, the Book of Qi Luck appeared.

He found that the luck value on the Book of Luck had increased by two thousand at once.

This is because they killed Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong, and their own luck was deprived by Lu Ming.

Now Lu Ming's luck value is close to five thousand.

Immediately, his eyes were fixed on the stone door.

He must break open this stone door.

Lu Ming began to inscribe the formation in front of the stone gate.

This time, it took half a day for Lu Ming to carve out a seventh-level high-level formation.

Lu Ming can now instantly send out a seventh-level primary formation, but as long as Lu Ming is given enough time, he can even lay out a seventh-level top-level formation.

The formation glowed, condensed a huge hammer, and blasted towards the stone gate.

The hammer condensed by the seventh-level advanced formation was many times stronger than Lu Ming's own attack.

Rumble!

The stone door shook violently, as if it was about to be broken.

"Go on!"

Sledgehammers, one after the other, condensed out and slammed into the gate.

Boom! Boom!

The roar was endless.

After more than a dozen consecutive bombardments, with a bang, the door was broken open, revealing a swarthy passage inside.

Lu Ming's eyes flashed, and with a wave of his hand, a puppet walked in first.

After seeing that there was no danger, Lu Ming also stepped forward.

After the passage, there is a huge underground chamber.