Chapter 89 Extinct Volcano

He coughed up blood, like a pool of mud, and fell to the ground.

This shot directly shattered his arms, and the powerful impact also shattered his internal organs, and he was sure to die.

The power of the Xuan-level low-grade martial arts finally showed. Lu Ming only cultivated to the second level, but the power was twice as powerful as the sixth-level Huang-level high-grade martial arts.

"How...how can you be so strong? Who...are you?"

The disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect kept coughing up blood and asked unwillingly.

It was unbelievable in his eyes that, with his eighth-level martial master cultivation, he was actually defeated by one move.

The cultivation that Lu Ming showed was clearly the eighth level of martial arts.

"Xuanyuan Sword Sect, Lu Ming!"

Lu Ming said lightly.

"Is it from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect?"

The young man whispered, and then his eyes were slack, and there was no vitality.

At this time, the other two masters of the eighth level of martial arts were also extinct.

They were also shattered by Lu Ming's internal organs.

Marksmanship, although not as varied as swordsmanship, is more violent, more direct, and more domineering.

At the scene, only the fat young man remained.

At this time, the fat young man's face was pale, without the slightest blood, his body was constantly shaking, and cold sweat poured down his face.

Lu Ming walked towards the fat young man step by step.

"No, don't kill me!"

The fat young man screamed in horror.

"Say, you Shifang Sword Sect, what do you want to do with so many ordinary stone pickers?"

Lu Ming asked coldly.

"Ask me to say yes, but you have to promise not to kill me."

The fat young man rolled his eyes,

shouted.

"Oh? Don't say yes? Then you go to die."

Lu Ming's eyes turned cold and he raised the spear in his hand.

The fat young man's frightened soul almost disappeared, and he shouted: "I said, I said, I said!"

Lu Ming looked at him coldly, waiting for his next words.

"We came with Senior Brother Zheng. Senior Brother Zheng said to bring us to find treasures, and we came."

"Brother Zheng said that from the ancient books recorded by his ancestors, he knew that there was an extinct volcano near the inner area of ​​the Lingnan fire area, and there were treasures in it."

The fat young man hurriedly explained.

"Then why did you catch so many ordinary stone pickers?" Lu Ming asked.

"Because the surrounding area of ​​the extinct volcano is very unstable. From time to time, there will be magma, flames rushing out, and even the ground will sink. People must explore the way to find a safe way, and then we can enter the interior of the extinct volcano."

The fat young man was afraid to die, and said one by one.

Lu Ming frowned, it was obvious that he wanted to use the lives of those stone pickers to find a way for them.

This is the martial arts powerhouse. In their eyes, the lives of ordinary people are like ants.

Lu Ming will never be soft-hearted when dealing with the enemy, but asking him to disregard the lives of others for his own sake, he can't do it.

Lu Ming pondered for a while, and then asked, "What treasures are there in that extinct volcano?"

"I don't know about this. Senior Brother Zheng didn't tell us. I've said everything I know. Can you let me go now?"

The fat young man begged, but he thought about how to ask Senior Brother Zheng to kill Lu Ming after he got out.

"Wait a minute, I have another question, what kind of cultivation is your senior brother Zheng? Is there anyone stronger than him?"

Lu Ming asked again.

The fat young man answered honestly: "Senior Brother Zheng is a famous genius of my Shifang Sword Sect. He has won eight consecutive victories on the Bronze Stage. Even if he compares to the geniuses on the Bronze List, it is not much worse. Brother Zheng is the strongest."

"Bronze list for eight straight wins?"

Lu Ming whispered.

The five sects of the Liying Sun Empire have similar grades for their disciples, and they are all divided into three grades: bronze, silver, and gold.

Similarly, in each sect, there are also bronze and silver lists.

The rules are exactly the same.

"Okay, what you want me to say, I've said it, can you let me go?"

Fat young man said.

"Let you go? When did I say I'd let you go?"

Lu Ming said indifferently, and immediately, the spear stabbed out, piercing the fat young man's heart.

"Bronze Tai's eight-game winning streak? I don't know how strong the Shifang Sword Sect's bronze-tier eight-game winning streak is?"

Lu Ming's eyes showed a strong fighting intent.

At the beginning, he was vomited blood by He Tieyi's punch. He Tie was the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's Bronze Stage 8-game winning streak.

It is also the bronze platform that has won eight consecutive victories, but they belong to two different sects. The strength cannot be the same, but it will not be too different. Lu Ming's battle strength has improved greatly during this period of time, so he can test the results.

Then, Lu Ming devoured all the blood and essence of the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect, found a place, and refined them.

As for those stone pickers, they had already fled in a swarm when the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect were killed.

Two hours later, Lu Ming's infuriating energy completely recovered and reached its peak.

Then, Lu Ming ran in the direction of the extinct volcano that the fat young man said.

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In the Lingnan fire area, deep in the central area, near the inner area, there is a tall extinct volcano.

This volcano, I don't know when it started, has stopped erupting, but the temperature around the extinct volcano is still amazingly high.

The ground is red.

A few kilometers away from the extinct volcano, there are more than twenty young people, needless to say, all disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect.

More than 20 disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect surrounded more than 30 stone pickers.

More than 30 stone-pickers gathered around, looking terrified and shivering.

"You young heroes of the Shifang Sword Sect, I beg you, it's really dangerous there, you let us explore the way, that's to die, I'm old and young, I beg you to let me go Let's go back."

A big man in his fifties kept bending over to salute, and kept begging.

call out!

With a flash of sword light, the big man's head flew high.

"It's so noisy, you want to go, right? I'll take you on your way now."

A disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect returned his sword to its sheath and said coldly.

The other stone-pickers were silent for a while, and dared not speak again, but the despair on their faces became even stronger.

"You, hurry up and explore the road. If you are lucky enough to pass by you, you can still leave a dog's life."

A disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect pointed to a dark-skinned man.

The big man's eyes suddenly filled with despair, and his body trembled.

"If you don't go, then you will die now!"

The disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect had an indifferent voice.

"I'm going, I'm going!"

The big man trembled.

Then he walked out trembling.

Go out and explore, maybe there is a way to live, if you don't go, you will die.

This big man should have practiced martial arts, but he has not awakened his bloodline, only the cultivation of the first-level warrior.

He walked forward cautiously, and soon, he walked out more than 200 meters.

Phew, suddenly, a stream of magma rushed out of the ground, directly submerging the big man.

The big man screamed and turned into a ball of fire. After a few breaths, it turned into a ball of coke.

The temperature of the magma is terrifyingly high.

(End of this chapter) Dragon King of Wandao