Jiang Taichong stopped in front of Lu Ming, and from behind, Wang Yan rushed up again.
Lu Ming has no way to escape!
But at this moment, Lu Ming's face was extremely calm, and there was even a hint of murderous intent.
"wrong!"
For some reason, Jiang Taichong's heart suddenly jumped, and he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis, but he couldn't figure out where the sense of crisis came from.
Lu Ming? Impossible. With Lu Ming's cultivation, there is no way he can be their opponent.
Wang Yan is already approaching.
At this time, Lu Ming stepped heavily, and dense inscriptions suddenly appeared on the ground, and several large formations emerged.
"The Momentary Formation also wants to deal with us, just dream!"
Wang Yan sneered, but the next moment, his expression changed drastically.
"No, this is a seventh-level formation. How can you carve out a seventh-level formation in an instant?"
Wang Yan screamed in disbelief.
To carve out a seventh-level formation in an instant, no ordinary seventh-level inscription master can do this. Only a seventh-level inscription master with high spiritual power can do it.
How could Lu Ming do it?
"No, retreat!"
Jiang Taichong's expression changed drastically, and he was about to retreat violently.
But it was already too late. The formation's light shone brightly, and golden vines condensed out, winding towards Jiang Taichong and Wang Yan.
"break!"
Jiang Taichong's body was filled with an extremely sharp aura. With a wave of his hand, the sharp sword energy shot out and struck the vines.
But with one strike of the sword, it can only cut off a few vines. This kind of vine is called golden vine. It is a seventh-level primary formation, condensed from the golden vine formation. It is extremely tough and invulnerable to water and fire.
Wang Yan also roared angrily, and the flames filled the air, trying to burn the vines. Although he could burn them, the speed was very slow.
The two of them were entangled for a while.
Lu Ming sneered and began to continue the inscription formation. Endless inscriptions shone on the soles of Lu Ming's feet and palms, blooming, and the purple spiritual fire danced between Lu Ming's eyebrows.
"Seventh-level inscription refiner, he is a seventh-level inscription refiner, rush out, you must rush out!"
Jiang Taichong roared in horror and attacked with all his strength, and the vines were cut off one after another.
Naturally, it was impossible for several golden rattan formations to completely trap Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong, but Lu Ming's purpose was just to block them for a while, which was enough.
Buzz!
On the ground, another formation emerged.
This time, it is a seventh-level intermediate formation, the Ice Hunting Formation.
Formations are generally divided into primary, intermediate, advanced, and top levels.
For example, the seventh-level primary formation is enough to deal with warriors at the first to third levels of the spiritual fetus realm. If used well, it can kill warriors at the third level of the spiritual fetus.
However, although Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong are only in the first level of spiritual fetus, their combat power can kill the fourth level of spiritual fetus. The seventh level primary formation will not have much effect on them.
But the seventh-level intermediate formation is different.
The seventh-level intermediate formation can deal with strong men from the fourth to sixth levels of the Spirit Embryo Realm.
However, although Lu Ming's mental power is extremely strong and far superior to that of inscription masters of the same level, he has just broken through level seven. If he wants to instantly carve out a level seven intermediate formation, it will still be impossible and it will take some time.
The golden rattan formation blocked Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong long enough for him to imprint the seventh-level intermediate formation.
Phew! Phew!
Twelve spears condensed with ice appeared, emitting an extremely cold breath, piercing the air, and rushed towards Wang Yan and Jiang Tai.
boom!
Wang Yan punched out with both fists, and terrible flames filled the air, trying to melt the ice spear, but what shocked him was that the ice spear penetrated the hot fist force, only shrank in a circle, and did not completely melt, and continued to move towards
Wang Yan assassinated him and left.
Jiang Taichong struggled to chop the ice spear, and although he finally blocked it, it was still very difficult. His whole body was covered with a layer of white frost, and he was trembling as if he was about to freeze.
Phew! Phew!
To their despair, another ice spear condensed out, this time, there were twenty-four.
One person had twelve roots, and he was assassinated and left.
The two tried their best to resist, but the ice spears were terrifyingly powerful. Although they resisted, they were both injured, but then more ice spears appeared.
Ah! Ah!
Then, with two desperate screams, Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong's bodies were pierced by several ice spears, and their bodies became stiff. They were frozen in place.
"No, don't kill me!"
Wang Yan screamed in horror.
Although the battle of luck is dangerous, it is full of opportunities. No one participates in the battle of luck to die. They all want to gain great opportunities and boundless luck.
The same is naturally true for Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong. They want to get a great opportunity in the battle of luck, gain great luck, stand out from them, and surpass those stronger geniuses. How could they have thought that the battle of luck has only started less than a month ago?
, he is about to die, how can he be willing to do so?
"Wang Yan, have you forgotten what I said? I said I will kill you!"
Lu Ming's cold voice sounded.
Then with a wave of his hand, the ice spear appeared and stabbed out again.
"no no!"
Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong were horrified and yelled crazily, but they could not change the outcome.
The ice spear pierced through the two people's eyebrows.
Immediately, the Nine Dragons bloodline appeared, and the devouring power exploded, swallowing the two of them.
It didn't take long for the refining to be completed.
Jiang Taichong was practicing the Sword Concept, which was of no use to Lu Ming. Wang Yan's Flame Concept allowed Lu Ming to break through the Fire Concept and reach the third level.
However, Lu Ming's bloodline has not improved.
Bloodline of the Prison Suppressing Monument, Level 3 God Level, Bloodline of Nine Dragons, Level 4 God Level.
call!
After refining, Lu Ming exhaled and then stood up. In front of his eyes, the Book of Luck appeared.
He discovered that the luck value in the Book of Luck suddenly increased by two thousand.
This is because after killing Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong, their luck value was deprived by Lu Ming.
Lu Ming's luck value is now close to five thousand.
Immediately, he looked at 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 Lu Ming half a day to carve out a seventh-level advanced formation.
Lu Ming can now cast a seventh-level elementary formation in an instant, but as long as Lu Ming is given enough time, he can even deploy a seventh-level top-level formation.
The formation glowed, condensing a huge hammer, and blasted towards the stone door.
The hammer condensed by the seventh-level advanced formation is many times stronger than Lu Ming's own attack.
boom!
The stone door shook violently, as if it was about to be broken open.
"continue!"
The big hammers came out one after another and hit the door.
Boom! Boom!
The roaring sound is endless.
After more than ten consecutive bombardments, the door was broken open with a bang, revealing a dark 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 secret room.