Chapter 681 (1/2)

The colorful real man is a seven level master of real inscriptions. At each level, at least six spiritual lights have been lit. How huge is the spiritual fire?

Although Lu Ming ignited ten spiritual lights at each level, he was only a third level master before, which was far from level seven.

For example, the difference between a warrior in a great martial arts division and a warrior in spirit birth state is 18000 Li. I don't know how far it is.

Therefore, the spiritual fire of colorful real people still makes Lu Ming's spiritual fire continue to improve rapidly.

Moreover, Lu Ming has more and more experience in alchemy and inscriptions.

”Well, look, there is another palace ahead!”

Xie Nianqing suddenly pointed to the front, some surprised way.

Lu Ming looked at the past, and sure enough, there were mountains in front of him. On one of the peaks, there was also a palace.

”Is there more than one palace for the cultivation of colorful immortal? Are all his treasures hidden in the palace in front of him?”

Lu Ming's eyes brightened.

Obviously, Xie Nianqing also has this kind of conjecture.

”Kill, kill, take all the treasures!”

Dan Dan yelled.

Shua! Shua!

Lu Minghua turned into two rainbow lights and flew to the other side.

But before long, they stopped.

In front of us, there are two lights, one in front of the other, and the other behind, galloping towards this side.

In front of him was a golden sword light. In the light of the sword, a young man in his twenties was incomparably handsome. His body exuded a strong breath. Obviously, the young man was being pursued by a light behind him.

Behind a ray of light, is an old man.

”Cold sword spirit!”

Seeing the old man behind, Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing are surprised.

The person who pursues after him is actually the cold sword spirit, but isn't the cold knife spirit trapped in the big array in the square before? I'm out of trouble. I'm still here.

However, the breath of the cold sword spirit should be severely damaged, far less powerful than in its heyday, which is equivalent to the spirit sea at most.

”Boy, give up the treasure and spare your life!”

The cold sword spirit roars.

But the young man, ignoring the meaning, flew forward at full speed and passed by Lu Ming on their side.

”Well?”

The cold knife spirit person is not willing to give up, eyes toward Lu Ming, Leng for a moment, then is roaring: ”little beast, it's you, damn it!”

With a roar of anger, the cold knife spirit stopped his body, no longer pursuing the young man, and rushed to Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing. His eyes were filled with bitterness.

It can be seen how much he hated Lu Ming and directly abandoned the young man.

Lu Ming's face is dignified, and infinite dragon gun appears in his hand.

”Heaven magic field!”

Xie Nianqing reaches out his hand, and the huge heaven magic field covers the cold sword spirit.

However, the cold sword spirit is really powerful. Although he is injured, his Zhenyuan is still very powerful. Zhenyuan bursts out, breaking the magic field and killing Lu Ming.

”Destruction cut!”

Xie Nianqing drank it again. In the magic field of heaven, the power of destruction and cutting was burst out, and the power of cutting was terrifying. The Buddha could open the space.

The cold knife spirit roared, and his body was covered with white ice, just like a set of Ice Armor. His body continued to rush forward.

”Kill!”

Lu Ming holds the infinite dragon gun and rushes into the magic field. The spear stabs the throat of the cold sword spirit.

Lu Ming is not restricted by any trace in the magic field, just like outside.

Heaven magic field, completely controlled by Xie Nianqing.

When!

The cold knife spirit cuts out and blocks Lu Ming's spear. Lu Ming's body trembles and retreats.

The realm of cold sword spirit is too high. Even if he is injured, his fighting power is still terrible.