Jiang Taichong stopped Lu Ming, and Wang Yan rushed up again from behind.

Lu Ming had no choice but to escape!

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

"wrong!"

For some reason, Jiang Taichong suddenly felt a sudden jump in his heart, and he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis, but he couldn't think of where the sense of crisis came from.

Is Lu Ming? It is impossible. Lu Ming's cultivation level is impossible to be their opponent.

Wang Yan is approaching.

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

"I want to deal with us in an instant, so I'll dream!"

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

"No, this is a level seven formation. How could you instantly carve out a level seven formation?"

Wang Yan screamed incredibly.

A seventh-level formation was instantly engraved, which was impossible for ordinary seventh-level inscription masters. Only seventh-level inscription masters could do it.

How could Lu Ming do it?

"Not good, retreat!"

Jiang Taichong's face changed drastically and his figure was about to retreat.

But it was too late, the formation light shone, and golden vines condensed out, entangling 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 slashed out violently and slashed on the vines.

But with one sword, only a few vines can be cut off. This vine, called the golden vine, is a seventh-level primary formation, condensed from the golden vine formation. It is extremely tough and invincible by water and fire.

Wang Yan also roared repeatedly, and flames filled his body. He wanted to burn the vines, but although they could also burn them, the speed was very slow.

The two were entangled for a moment.

Lu Ming sneered and began to continue to engrave the formation. The endless inscriptions shone on Lu Ming's soles and palms, blooming out. The purple spiritual fire jumped in Lu Ming's eyebrows.

"Seventh-level Mingling Master, he is the seventh-level Mingling Master. If you rush out, you must rush out!"

Jiang Taichong shouted in horror, and rushed forward with all his might, and the vines were cut off.

It is naturally impossible for several golden vine formations to completely trap Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong, but Lu Ming's purpose is to stop them for a while, which is enough.

Buzz!

Another formation appeared on the ground.

This time, it is a level seven intermediate formation and an ice hunting formation.

Formation is generally divided into primary, intermediate, advanced, and top.

For example, the seventh-level primary formation is enough to deal with warriors at the first to third level of the Spiritual Body Realm. It is well used and can kill warriors at the third level of the Spiritual Body Realm.

But although Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong were only at the first level of the Spiritual Fetal Realm, their combat power and killing the fourth level of the Spiritual Fetal Realm can be achieved. 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 powerful people from the fourth to sixth level of the Spiritual Body Realm.

However, although Lu Ming's mental power is extremely strong, far exceeding that of the Minglian master of the same level, he has just broken through level 7 and it is still impossible to engrave the seventh-level intermediate formation in an instant, and it will take some time.

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

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Twelve spears condensed by ice appeared, emitting an extremely cold aura, piercing through the air, and heading towards Wang Yan and Jiang Tai respectively.

boom!

Wang Yan blasted out his fists, and terrible flames filled his way, trying to melt the ice spear, but what shocked him was that the ice spear pierced through the fiery fist force, but it only shrank for a circle, but did not completely melt, and continued to assassinate Wang Yan.

Jiang Taichong struggled to chop the ice spear. Although it finally stopped it, it was very difficult. A layer of white frost appeared all over his body, and his whole body was trembling, as if he was about to be frozen.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

What made them desperate was that another ice spear condensed, and this time, there were twenty-four.

One person had twelve roots and was assassinated.

The two tried their best to resist, but the ice spear was terrifying. Although they resisted, they were both injured. But then, more ice spears emerged.

Ah! Ah!

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 screamed in horror.

The battle of luck is dangerous, but it is full of opportunities. No one participates in the battle of luck and is here to die. They all want to get great opportunities and endless luck.

Of course, Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong are the same. They want to gain great opportunities in the battle of luck, gain great luck, stand out from it, and surpass those stronger geniuses. How could they think that the battle of luck is about to die in less than a month after it began. How could they 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 assassinated again.

"No, no!"

Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong were frightened and screamed wildly, but they could not change the ending.

The ice spear penetrated through the eyebrows of the two.

Immediately, the Nine Dragons bloodline appeared, and the power of devouring exploded, swallowing the two of them.

It didn't take long before the refining was finished.

Jiang Taichong, what he practiced was the sword's artistic conception, which was useless to Lu Ming. At that time, Wang Yan's fire artistic conception would make Lu Ming's fire artistic conception break through in one fell swoop and step into level three.

However, Lu Ming's bloodline has not improved.

The bloodline of the Prison Monument, the third level of the god level, the nine dragon bloodline, and the fourth level of the god level.

call!

After refining, Lu Ming let out a breath, then stood up, and the book of luck appeared in front of him.

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

This is because of killing Wang Yan and Jiang Taichong, and their own luck values ​​were deprived of Lu Ming.

Now Lu Ming’s fortune value is close to 5,000.

Then, his eyes looked at the stone door.

He must break this stone door.

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

This time, it took a full half day to engrave a seventh-level advanced formation.

Lu Ming can now issue a seventh-level primary formation in an instant, but as long as Lu Ming is given a long enough time, he can even set up a seventh-level top formation.

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

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

boom!

The stone gate was vibrating violently, and it seemed that it was almost broken.

"continue!"

The big hammers condensed one by one and hit the door.

Boom! Boom!

The roar was endless.

After more than ten consecutive bombardments, the door was broken, revealing a dark passage inside.

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

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

After the passage, there is a huge underground secret room.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!