Chapter 1140 (1/2)

”This... This...”

the middle-aged man stares at his mouth and is directly stunned there.

Among the seven magical realms, there is also a four fold spirit God. Lu Ming killed him in an instant. The middle-aged man is suspected to be dreaming.

What's more, Lu Ming looks so young that his fighting power is beyond imagination.

”This big brother, solved!”

When Lu Ming smiles, Jiulong's blood vessels gather up and part of the mind is separated and refined.

”Little... Little brother is very good. I admire him

The middle-aged man stammered.

Lu Ming smiles and doesn't say much.

”My name is Dushan. What do you call my little brother?”

Middle aged man.

”Lu Ming!”

Lu Ming replied.

”Brother Lu, I have something important to do. I can't accompany you. Be careful, little brother.”

Du Shan said, and he was going to fly in one direction.

”Brother Du, what can I do for you? Maybe Lu Ming can help! ”

Lu Ming stops Du Shan and finally meets a warrior. Lu Ming wants to ask him about Xie Nianqing. How can he let Du Shan leave easily.

”Ah, my Terran gathering place is under the siege of the Mosha people. I got the news and wanted to rush back to rescue, but I didn't expect to be blocked by the Mosha clan here!”

Du Shan, a little anxious.

”Terran gathering place? I'll go with you! ”

Lu Ming's eyes brightened.

”Well, if you have a little brother, you may be saved!”

Du Shan's eyes are also bright.

Just now, Lu Ming showed his profound and extremely powerful fighting power. He also wanted to ask Lu Ming to help him, but Lu Minggang saved him, and then he asked Lu Ming to take risks with him. He was really embarrassed to speak. At this time, Lu Ming proposed on his own initiative, and he was naturally overjoyed.

At present, Dushan leads the way, and Lu Ming follows Du Shan and flies to the north.

After flying for hundreds of thousands of miles, the sound of killing came from Zhentian.

From a distance, you can see a fortress made of exotic metal. Around the fort, fierce fighting is going on.

There are thousands of magic chazu who surround the fortress.

Among them, there are a lot of strong breath. Lu Ming's spiritual awareness sweeps, and he finds that there are dozens of demon Chas at the spirit God level, and the others are all high-level morchas with spirit fetuses.

In the fortress, the number of people was very small, about 20 or so people, all of them were strong spirits and gods. They fought against the Mosha people, but they were obviously completely inferior.

”Terran, die!”

With a scream, one of the Mosha people had a strong breath. Each of his hands held a black, sharp bone thorn, and his body was like lightning. He killed a human race master.

The Terran master had the triple cultivation of spirit and God. However, he had no resistance in the hands of this demon chazu. He was stabbed in the brow by bone spur, and was killed without even screaming.

Spirit five peaks!

Lu Ming can see at a glance that there are five peaks of spiritual cultivation in this magic chazu, which is the strongest existence in the magic chazu, while the strongest among the martial arts of the human race is the spirit God four fold.

”Damn it, kill it!”

Seeing this, Du Shan gave a big drink and rushed up with his Tomahawk.

”Another one to die!”

With cold eyes and a sneer at Du Shan, the magic spirit rolls over, a pair of flesh spines and a fan. Their bodies are like lightning, and they are fighting against Lu Ming.

There is a Tomahawk suspended on the top of Dushan. It is the blood of Dushan, but it is the fourth level blood of God level. Dushan incarnates as a Tomahawk and cuts it towards the other side.

Ding! Ding!