Then walked inside, after walking about ten miles, Lu Ming stopped.
Because a fierce tiger with red flames appeared in front of him.
The Scarlet Flame Demon Tiger, a second-level eight-fold monster, belongs to the fire attribute monster, and usually lives in places where the fire attribute aura is extremely strong.
Roar!
The Scarlet Flame Demon Tiger roared suddenly, opened its mouth and screamed, and a pillar of fire spewed out from its mouth, roaring towards Lu Lu.
"Well done!"
Lu Ming's eyes flashed, and the fire pattern gun shot.
"Ganghuo Spear Art - Broken Armor!"
With one shot, the power of rotating and cutting burst out, defeating the pillar of fire ejected by the Scarlet Flame Demon Tiger.
Then, Lu Ming rushed towards the Scarlet Flame Demon Tiger, and the long spear fell directly towards the Scarlet Flame Demon Tiger.
"Ganghuo Gunjue - Landslide!"
The spear was pressed down, making a violent whistling sound. The Crimson Flame Demon Tiger seemed to sense a crisis, and the fiery red hairs all over its body stood on end, and hot flames burst out from the hairs.
These flames condensed into a huge fireball in the air, and blasted towards the fire pattern gun, trying to block the fire pattern gun's attack.
But everything was in vain, the fire pattern gun was unstoppable, with just a slight shock, the fireball collapsed, and the fire pattern gun continued to fall.
bump!
The gun barrel hit the Scarlet Flame Demon Tiger's head, making the sound of cracking bones, and the Scarlet Flame Demon Tiger's forehead was directly sunken.
The huge body of the Scarlet Flame Demon Tiger rolled back tens of meters before stopping, without the slightest breath.
Lu Ming walked over, manipulated the blood, and sucked out the blood essence of the Scarlet Flame Demon Tiger.
Lu Ming will not miss the blood essence of the second-level eighth-level monster. In the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, it needs 800 contribution points.
It didn't take long to run the blood of the devouring spirit, devouring and refining the blood essence of the Scarlet Flame Demon Tiger. Lu Ming's cultivation base has improved again, but he is still a little short of breaking through the eighth level of martial arts.
"This place is full of flames, let's practice Ganghuo Spear Jue here."
Immediately, Lu Ming's mind sank into the Ganghuo Gunjue and began to practice.
chi chi...
buzz...
The shadows of the guns were criss-crossing, and the energy was surging. As soon as he practiced, Lu Ming felt extremely smooth, running the gun art without any hindrance, as if he wanted to blend in with the surrounding environment.
Sure enough, the environment also has a great influence on the cultivation of martial arts.
"Smooth, too smooth!"
Lu Ming's eyes lit up, and he devoted himself to this feeling.
After practicing for six hours, Lu Ming finally stopped.
whoop...
Lu Ming was panting heavily. To practice here, he had to run his True Qi body protection all the time, and he also needed to observe whether there would be magma or flames rushing out around him, which consumed a lot of True Qi and mind.
But Lu Ming's eyes were full of excitement.
After only six hours of practice, Lu Ming felt that Ganghuo Gun Jue had made great progress.
Immediately, Lu Ming retreated to the peripheral area to regain his true energy.
After his true energy recovered, Lu Ming entered the Supreme Temple again, and with the help of the sound of chanting, he continued to comprehend the feeling of cultivating in the central region just now.
Sure enough, in the sound of chanting, the feeling of cultivation just now became clearer, and the comprehension of Ganghuo Gunjue was one step closer.
A few hours later, Lu Ming entered the central area again to practice the Ganghuo Gunjue.
In this way, Lu Ming practiced in the central area, and after his true energy was exhausted, he retreated to the outer area to recover, and then combined with the sound of chanting, he comprehended the Ganghuo Gunjue.
Lu Ming's comprehension of Ganghuo Gunjue is improving rapidly.
In just half a month, Lu Ming's Ganghuo Spear Art broke through and entered the second level, with a small success.
And in the past half month, Lu Ming killed no less than ten fire attribute monsters, five of them were at the second level and eighth level, and one was even at the second level and ninth level.
The others are below the second level and eightfold.
After devouring and refining the blood essence of these monsters, plus half a month of hard work, Lu Ming's cultivation level finally broke through again, reaching the eighth level of martial arts.
This kind of cultivation is already an extremely high position among the bronze-level disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
whoop...
Once again, Lu Ming exhausted his true energy, retreated to the outer area, and meditated in a secluded pile of rocks to recover.
When Lu Ming's true energy recovered to about half, he suddenly heard a loud noise not far away.
"No, why are you arresting me? I'm just an ordinary person with no cultivation base, so I can't help you."
"I'm only a third-level warrior, so I can't help you? Let me go."
...
A voice of begging for mercy came over.
"Shut up, why are you arguing? I said that if you can help, you can help. Being able to help my disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect is a blessing from your eight lifetimes of cultivation."
A cold drink sounded, listening to the voice, it was a young man.
"Young heroes of the Shifang Sword Sect, if you can help you, I will definitely help you, but you want us to enter the central area, even close to the inner area. It is very dangerous there. With my cultivation base, if I am not careful, I will kill you." I will be burned to death, I beg you young heroes to spare me."
Someone begged for mercy.
Snapped!
Immediately, applause sounded.
The young voice said again: "What nonsense, what are you told to do? What do you do? If you talk nonsense, I will chop you off with a sword."
Calm down there.
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the sky, and a figure appeared on the pile of rocks.
It was a young man of seventeen or eighteen who saw Lu Ming immediately.
"Haha, brother, there is one more person here."
The young man laughed, and then looked at Lu Ming: "I really know how to hide, but do you think it's useful to hide here? Get out of here and help us find the way in the central region."
Lu Ming frowned, interrupted his half-recovered qi, and stood up.
"Boy, come out quickly, don't dawdle, the uncle has no time to dawdle with you."
As the young man said, he grabbed Lu Ming's throat with his claws.
Obviously, in his mind, he wanted to catch Lu Ming and throw him out like a chicken, but obviously, he was disappointed.
Not only disappointed, but astonished.
Because Lu Ming also stretched out a hand, clawed towards him, and was faster and more accurate than him, grasping his wrist.
The strong force pierced through the bones of the young man's wrist, and the excruciating pain made the young man scream.
"Ah! Little bastard, you dare to hurt me, you will die!"
The other hand of the young man slapped Lu Ming.
"roll!"
Lu Ming snorted coldly, bursting with anger, and flicked the arm holding the young man's wrist, the young man's arm made a "cracking" sound, and the bones of one arm broke into several pieces, screaming, and flying more than ten meters away , fell heavily to the ground.
"Ah! Little bastard, you are dead, you dare to hit me, do you know who I am?"
The young man struggled to get up, folded his arms, and shouted heart-piercingly.
"Isn't he a disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect? Isn't it amazing?"
Lu Ming pouted.