Half of the thunderbolts struck towards Lu Ming, while the other half struck towards the corpse refiners.
Lu Ming controlled the artistic conception runes and tried his best to resist.
After dozens of roars, Lu Ming successfully blocked this wave of thunder bombardment, and the thunder artistic conception runes became even more glittering and translucent.
But those refining corpses were much more miserable.
Refining corpses is inherently an evil thing. It is most afraid of thunder and fire, which are the strongest and most yang things. What's more, thunder tribulation is a complete nemesis.
A wave of lightning struck, and at least two dozen refined corpses were chopped into charcoal, blown by the cold wind, and turned into dust and dissipated.
"Damn it, damn it, you little bastard, there are only three waves of thunder tribulation. Once the three waves of thunder tribulation pass, I will cut you into pieces!"
That cold voice roared, full of heartache.
Obviously, those refined corpses were the corpses of powerful men above the Wuzong and above that they had killed from the Huanjian Sect and three other sects. He used this to set up a mass formation of ten thousand corpses, just to refine a supreme refined corpse.
But now, more than twenty refined corpses were destroyed at once, and the formation of thousands of corpses was broken, and his heart was bleeding.
"Really? Then continue!"
Lu Ming moved and rushed to the other side.
There is also a pile of refined corpses here.
The voice roared again and again, but there was nothing that could be done.
Boom!
Dozens of thunder struck down again, this time the power of the thunder was stronger than the last time.
Still half of it was slashing at Lu Ming, and the other half was slashing at those refined corpses.
"Block!"
Lu Ming roared, and did not take action to fight against Thunder. He just controlled the artistic conception runes with all his strength to resist.
Boom! Boom!…
The dazzling thunderbolts kept hitting the artistic conception runes. Every time they struck, the artistic conception runes would tremble, as if they would collapse, but the next moment, they survived again and became more solid.
Some.
When the thunder passed, the artistic runes still remained, crystal clear and the color of purple jade.
On the side, dozens of refined corpses were chopped into charcoal.
"You little beast, you little bastard, now that the three waves of thunder have passed, go to hell!"
That cold voice sounded.
At the same time, the sound of breaking through the air came, and the refining corpses rushed toward Lu Ming. Among the refining corpses, Lu Ming also saw a young man wearing a black robe.
This young man appeared to be in his mid-twenties, with a pale face and no color at all. His eyes were long and narrow, full of cold light.
"Little beast, I will turn you into a corpse, become my puppet, and fight for me for the rest of your life!"
The young man said coldly.
"Really? I'm afraid you won't have this chance!"
An inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Lu Ming's mouth, and then he moved his steps and rushed directly towards the black-robed young man and the large pile of refined corpses.
Boom!
Above Lu Ming's head, there was lightning and thunder, and the terrifying pressure filled the air, seeming to be stronger than before.
"Ah? What's going on? Why is your thunder tribulation not over after three rounds? No, no, go back!"
The young man in black robe, his face changed wildly, he screamed repeatedly, and his body retreated wildly.
But it was already too late for those refining corpses to retreat.
There was a loud noise, and dozens of lightning struck down in the sky, becoming even more powerful.
Lu Ming's eyes were shining brightly and he was extremely determined. He still didn't resist with his hands, but was entirely blocked by the artistic conception runes.
The artistic conception runes trembled wildly, like a candle in the wind, which seemed to be extinguished at any time, but it always survived with strength.
"Huh? The artistic conception runes have actually become longer!"
After the thunder, Lu Ming was surprised to find that the thunder artistic conception rune had actually become longer.
At first, it was only an inch, but now it has actually grown a little longer.
Generally, the artistic conception runes that have just been condensed are first-level artistic conception runes.
The first-level artistic conception runes are divided into entry level, minor achievement, great achievement, and perfection.
Generally speaking, warriors in the Martial King realm 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, for low-level kings, understanding the artistic conception runes is generally a first-level entry. The length of the artistic conception runes is about one inch long.
The King of Minor Accomplishments, the artistic conception runes he has comprehended are the first level of minor achievements, and the artistic conception runes are two inches long.
And so on.
In the realm of King Wu, if you want to break through the realm, you must first break through the artistic conception, and then you can break through through cultivation.
But now, Lu Ming has not completely broken through to King Wu, and his artistic conception runes are actually more than an inch long, which is extremely rare.
Lu Ming was overjoyed, this was a good thing.
Lu Ming was delighted, but the young man in black robe was roaring angrily.
The wave of thunder just now reduced a large number of refined corpses to charcoal. At a glance, there were at least fifty of them.
The main reason is that the corpse refining just now was too concentrated, and it happened to be carried out in one pot.
"My corpse refining!"
The young man in black robe screamed, his heart bleeding.
"Don't worry, keep going!"
Lu Ming laughed and rushed towards the other zombie companies.
In the sky, another wave of thunder crashed down.
The fifth wave!
Normally, when a warrior breaks through to the realm of the Martial King, there are only three rounds of thunder tribulation, but now, Lu Ming's thunder tribulation actually appeared in the fifth wave.
The young man in black robe almost wanted to cry.
Crackling!
Another lightning strike, and another large piece of refined corpse was chopped into coke.
But Lu Ming finally survived, and the artistic conception rune grew longer, approaching two inches in length.
"You pervert, monster!"
The young man in black robe roared angrily.
He was extremely furious. His cultivation had reached the third level of the Martial King, and he was extremely powerful. Under normal circumstances, he was confident that he could kill Lu Ming with one palm, but now, he did not dare to take action at all.
He was afraid that once he made a move, under the influence of Qi, thunder and tribulation would envelope him and bring him in with him.
He yelled in his heart that as long as Lu Ming survived the catastrophe, he would have a hundred vicious ways to deal with Lu Ming.
"Scold me? Then let's do it together!"
Lu Ming's eyes flashed, and he suddenly took a step forward and rushed towards the young man in black robe.
"Little beast, what are you doing?"
The young man in black robe was horrified and backed away crazily.
"Nine dragons reach the sky!"
Lu Ming used the Nine Dragons Sky Step, taking 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 and calamity also appeared above Lu Ming's head in an instant.
This time, the young man in black robe was directly enveloped.
"No, no, no!"
The face of the young man in black robe changed wildly, and he yelled like crazy.
Boom!
What responded to him was thunder all over the sky.
This time, more than a hundred thunderbolts fell down.
Most of them were struck at the young man in black robe, and each thunderbolt was more than ten times more powerful than the thunderbolt struck at Lu Ming.
ah!
The young man in black robe yelled crazily and tried his best to resist.
However, when the thunderbolts fell, the young man in black robe was still badly beaten, and gray mist continued to emit from his body.
It was all corpse energy, which was scattered by the thunder. Blood spurted out from the mouth of the young man in black robe, and he kept wailing.
"Block!"
This time, Lu Ming did not simply let the artistic runes block it. Instead, he held a spear and rose into the air, blocking half of the thunder.
Touch! Touch!…
Thunderbolts fell on his body, and Lu Ming felt numb all over, and his muscles kept squirming.