Half of the thunderbolts slashed towards Lu Ming, while the other half slashed towards the refining corpses.
Lu Ming manipulated the artistic conception rune and tried his best to resist it.
After dozens of roars, Lu Ming successfully blocked this wave of thunder bombardment, and the runes of the artistic conception of thunder became more crystal clear.
But those refined corpses were much worse.
Refining corpses is inherently an evil thing. They are most afraid of thunder and fire, which are the most rigid and yang things, not to mention the thunder calamity, which is completely the nemesis.
A wave of thunder struck, and at least two dozen corpses were chopped into coke, and were blown by the wind, turned into dust and dissipated.
"Damn it, damn it, little bastard, there are only three waves of thunder calamity, once the three waves of thunder calamity pass, I will tear you to pieces!"
The cold voice roared, full of heartache.
Apparently, those refining corpses were all the corpses of Wu Zong and above powerhouses they had killed from the three sects including Huanjianzong. He used this to set up a large array of corpses in order to refine an extremely powerful refining corpse.
But now, more than 20 refined corpses have been destroyed at once, and the formation of ten thousand corpses has been broken, his heart is bleeding.
"Really? Then continue!"
Lu Ming moved and rushed to the other side.
Here, there is also a pile of refined corpses.
The voice roared again and again, but it was helpless.
Rumble!
Dozens of thunderbolts struck down again, this time the power of the thunderbolt was stronger than last time.
Still, half of the attacks were aimed at Lu Ming, and the other half were directed at those refined corpses.
"Block!"
Lu Ming roared, he didn't fight against Thunder, but just controlled the artistic conception rune with all his strength to resist.
boom! boom! …
Dazzling thunderbolts struck the artistic conception rune continuously. Every time it fell, the artistic conception rune trembled, as if it would collapse, but the next moment, it survived again and became more solid some.
After the thunderstorm passed, the artistic conception runes still lingered, crystal clear and the color of purple jade.
On the side, dozens of refining corpses were chopped into coke.
"Little bastard, little bastard, now that the three waves of thunder have passed, go to hell!"
That cold voice sounded.
At the same time, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and one after another corpse refining rushed towards Lu Ming. Among the corpse refining, Lu Ming also saw a young man in a black robe.
This young man was about twenty-five or six years old, his face was pale, without the slightest trace of blood, and his eyes were long and narrow, full of a cold light.
"Little bastard, I want to turn you into a corpse, my puppet, and fight for me for the rest of my life!"
The young man said coldly.
"Really? I'm afraid you don't have this chance!"
There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Lu Ming's mouth, and then he moved his feet and rushed directly towards the black-robed youth and the pile of refined corpses.
Rumble!
There was lightning and thunder above Lu Ming's head, and the terrifying pressure permeated the air, which seemed to be stronger than before.
"Ah? What's going on here? Why did your thunder tribulation go through three rounds and it still hasn't ended? No, no, rewind!"
The black-robed youth's face changed wildly, he screamed again and again, and his body retreated wildly.
But it was too late for those refined corpses to retreat.
There was a loud noise, and dozens of bolts of lightning struck down in the sky, with even stronger power.
Lu Ming's eyes were shining brightly, and he was extremely determined. He still didn't make a move to resist, and all of them were resisted by the artistic conception runes.
The artistic conception rune trembled wildly, like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time, but it always survived firmly.
"Huh? The artistic conception rune has actually become longer!"
After the thunderstorm, Lu Ming was pleasantly surprised to find that the rune of the artistic conception of thunder had become a little longer.
In the beginning, it was one inch, but now it has grown by a small amount.
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, small success, great success, and completion.
In general, warriors in the realm of Martial Kings comprehend the first-level artistic conception.
Coincidentally, the four levels correspond to the four levels of Martial King Realm.
Generally, for low-ranking kings, it is generally a first-level entry to comprehend the artistic conception rune, and the length of the artistic conception rune is about one inch long.
The king of Xiaocheng, the artistic conception rune he comprehended is a first-level small achievement, and the artistic conception rune is two inches long.
and so on.
In the realm of Martial King, if you want to break through the realm, you must break through the artistic realm first, and then you can break through through cultivation.
But now, Lu Ming has not completely broken through to the Martial King, and his artistic conception rune is actually more than one inch long, which is extremely rare.
Lu Ming was overjoyed, this is a good thing.
Lu Mingxi, but the black-robed youth roared angrily.
The wave of thunder just now split a lot of corpses into charcoal. At a glance, there were at least fifty corpses.
The main reason is that the corpse refinement just now was too concentrated, and it just happened to be taken care of in one pot.
"My refining corpse!"
The young man in black screamed, his heart was bleeding.
"Don't worry, there is more, continue!"
Lu Ming laughed loudly, and rushed towards the other corpse refining companies.
In the sky, another wave of thunder unexpectedly struck down.
Fifth wave!
For ordinary warriors to break through the realm of the Martial King, there are only three rounds of Thunder Tribulation, but now, Lu Ming's Thunder Tribulation actually has a fifth wave.
The black-robed youth almost wanted to cry.
Crackling!
There was another thunder strike, and another large piece of corpse was chopped into coke.
But Lu Ming finally managed to get over it, and the artistic conception rune grew a bit longer, approaching the length of two inches.
"You pervert, monster!"
The black-robed youth roared.
He was extremely manic in his heart. His cultivation had already 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 a single palm, but now, he dared not make a move at all.
Fearing that as soon as he made a move, under the traction of Qi, Lei Jie enveloped him and brought him in together.
He yelled in his heart, as long as Lu Ming is over, he has a hundred vicious ways to deal with Lu Ming.
"Call me? Then come together!"
With a flash in Lu Ming's eyes, he suddenly stepped forward and rushed towards the black-robed youth.
"Little beast, what are you doing?"
The young man in black robe was horrified and retreated crazily.
"Kowloon steps on the sky!"
Lu Ming performed the Nine Dragon Stepping Step, two steps in a row, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared not far from the black-robed youth.
And the cloud of thunder calamity also appeared above Lu Ming's head in an instant.
This time, the black-robed youth was directly enveloped in it.
"No, no, no!"
The black-robed youth's complexion changed wildly, and he yelled like crazy.
Rumble!
What responded to him was thunder all over the sky.
This time, more than a hundred thunderbolts struck down.
Most of them were aimed at the black-robed youth, and each thunderbolt was more than ten times more powerful than the thunderbolt aimed at Lu Ming.
ah!
The young man in black yelled frantically, resisting with all his strength.
However, when thunderbolts fell, the black-robed youth was still battered, and gray mist was constantly emitting from his body.
It was all corpse aura, split out by the thunder, and the black-robed youth spurted blood wildly from his mouth, wailing again and again.
"Block!"
This time, Lu Ming didn't simply let the artistic conception rune resist, but held a long spear, soared into the air, blocking half of the thunder.
bump! bump! …
Thunderbolts fell on his body, Lu Ming felt numb all over, and his muscles kept wriggling.