"I have rice hair. The donor misunderstood. Donor Lu also misunderstood at the beginning. Someone must have put the blame on the young monk. The young monk is a monk who has compassion and saves all living beings. How could he do such a thing? Who is slandering the young monk? Tell me,
I'm going to slap him to death!"
The unscrupulous monk put his hands together and looked solemn. The first sentence was quite normal, but the last sentence made people look at each other in horror.
Outside the platform, the moonless female Bodhisattva clasped her hands together, veins pulsing on her face.
Yang Potian's lips also trembled, and he said: "No need to say more, let me try the master's method!"
Without too much nonsense, Yang Potian transformed into a void halberd and started a battle with the unscrupulous monk.
There is no doubt that the bloodline of the unscrupulous monk is also at the ninth level of the divine level. He is a golden Buddha with a solemn appearance and a benevolent face. He saves all living beings and shines with the light of Buddha.
Everyone was really speechless. How could such a weirdo as an unscrupulous monk awaken such a supreme Buddhist bloodline?
The two fought and occupied half of the platform.
"Lu Shaoqing, you and I will fight!"
A black light flashed, and Mingzi appeared in front of Lu Ming.
"war!"
Needless to say, Lu Ming spat out one word and his fighting spirit was like a rainbow.
Lu Ming only needs to defeat Mingzi and then the unscrupulous monk and Yang Potian to decide the outcome, and Lu Ming can enter the top three.
His goal is to enter the top three, and he must enter the top three.
Endless black underworld energy erupted from Mingzi's body, and there were bursts of ghostly cries from inside, which was extremely permeable.
In his hand, a knife appeared, a black scimitar, with evil ghosts emerging from it, as if they were trying to crawl out.
Whoosh!
Mingzi rushed towards Lu Ming, slashed with his scimitar, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and there was a gloomy air.
"kill!"
Lu Ming shouted loudly, with thoughts of killing like a tide. The blood-red spear turned into a drop of blood again and floated above Lu Ming's head. Lu Ming used the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Skill and struck out with a palm, constantly colliding with Mingzi's sword light.
Touch! Touch! Touch!
A dense collision sounded, and the two exchanged more than a dozen moves in an instant.
"It's so cold, what a weird attack!"
Lu Ming felt cold all over. Not only that, but even the spirit god was feeling cold.
Mingzi's attack can not only cause damage to the physical body, but can even affect the spirit.
The five-color artistic conception swirled around, forming a battle suit, covering the whole body, and the true energy flowed endlessly to block Mingzi's strange attack.
At the same time, both palms continued to strike out.
Every palm has terrifying power.
Blessed by seven dragon powers and blessed by the power of the third bloodline, it is extremely powerful.
However, Mingzi is indeed terrifying. Even among the young giants, he is a top existence. He has awakened a god-level ninth-level bloodline. The power blessed by the bloodline itself is also very terrifying.
The bloodline secrets and bloodline martial arts learned from the bloodline are very powerful.
The power blessed by the god-level ninth-level bloodline even far exceeds the power blessed by the seven dragon powers.
Moreover, Mingzi's artistic conception can be very terrifying, and there are many types. Although there are not as many types as Lu Ming, the level is higher than Lu Ming, and the power is not much worse than Lu Ming.
It can be said that talents who have reached the level of young giants are very strong in all aspects and very comprehensive.
Lu Ming's bloodline has the highest level, which is only the seventh level of god level.
On the other hand, the third bloodline has endless power, but Lu Ming does not dare to borrow too much. The more he borrows, the stronger his murderous thoughts will be. Lu Ming will be swayed by the endless killing thoughts. Once he cannot control himself, he will be killed.
Domination will reduce it to a walking zombie, a puppet that only knows how to kill.
Of course, as Lu Ming's cultivation improves, the more control he has over himself, the stronger the power he can borrow. Now, the power he can borrow has increased a lot compared to when he was at the first level of the Spiritual God.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were fighting dozens of moves.
"Nine seals of the divine gate!"
Lu Ming condensed the seal skills, and two divine gates appeared to suppress Xiang Mingzi.
"Gate to Hades!"
A dark door appeared in front of Mingzi. The door glowed and grew in size rapidly, actually blocking the sealed door.
"The God of Death appears!"
Immediately, a black figure appeared above Mingzi's head. This figure was covered in a black cloak. His appearance could not be seen clearly. Only in his eyes, there were two red flames jumping and burning.
In this figure's hand, he took out a dark sickle, with black hellfire jumping around.
Death, the legendary god of death!
This is Mingzi's bloodline, and there is no doubt that it is also the ninth level of god level.
"The Twelve Heavenly Battle Formations!"
Mingzi transformed into the God of Death and made a cold and unpleasant sound. The God of Death moved his body and turned into twelve figures, killing Lu Ming.
Lu Ming used the Sealing Gate again, but he could only seal two of them, and the other masters continued to kill Lu Ming.
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
Lu Ming punched continuously, constantly activating the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Kung, strengthening the power of the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Kung, and fighting against the ten gods of death.
Ten consecutive punches hit the ten death scythes, knocking back the ten death gods, but Lu Ming's face turned pale for a while.
"What a weird attack, what a terrifying power!"
Lu Ming's eyes were solemn.
The physical attack of this god of death is not very strong, but it has a strange power that can directly penetrate the physical body and attack the spiritual god.
In other words, it is an attack on the spiritual soul.
Mingzi's attack can penetrate directly into the soul, destroy other people's souls, and kill people invisible.
If Lu Ming hadn't taken the God Refining Fruit and a large amount of God Refining Pills, which made Lu Ming's spirit very condensed and surpassed others, otherwise, he might not have been able to withstand it just now.
Even so, Lu Ming's spirit was still shaken, and bursts of tearing pain came from his soul.
"kill!"
Mingzi came to kill again. At this time, the sealing door failed, and a total of twelve underworld gods came to kill Lu Ming.
Every statue looks like a real one.
Lu Ming controlled five artistic conceptions, formed five-color battle clothes on the spiritual god, and then fought against the god of death.
It is a little better to have a five-color battle suit to protect the spirit god, but the spirit god is still under constant attack and is constantly being shaken. If this continues, the spirit god will definitely suffer unimaginable trauma.
The spiritual spirit is the foundation of a warrior, where the essence, energy and spirit reside. If one is severely injured, it will have a great impact on future cultivation.
"It seems that Lu Shaoqing is going to lose, and he is no match for Mingzi!"
"It is said that Mingzi's bloodline Death God can directly attack people's souls and kill people invisible. It is so weird and powerful that it cannot be defended!"
"Come to think of it, Lu Shaoqing's bloodline is so weird that he has no chakra!"
"I have also noticed this. It is indeed strange, but there are many strange things in the world. Maybe he has practiced some kind of secret technique to cover up the chakra!"
Everyone was talking and looking at the platform.
At this time, the battle between Lu Ming and Mingzi seemed to be a draw, but anyone who knew Mingzi knew that if it went on for a long time, Lu Ming would definitely suffer and lose.
On the other side, there was a battle between the unscrupulous monk and Yang Potian, and the unscrupulous monk had the upper hand.
"I must win this battle! No matter what the cost!"
Lu Ming's eyes were extremely firm.
He couldn't lose in this battle. He wanted to use this opportunity to take Xie Nianqing away. He had to win.