After walking for about ten miles, Lu Ming stopped.
This was because a ferocious tiger covered in red flames had appeared in front of him.
The Red Flame Demonic Tiger, a Class 8 Lv 2 demonic beast, belonged to the fire attribute demonic beast. It usually lived in places with rich fire attribute Spiritual Qi.
Roar!
The Red Flaming Fiend Tiger suddenly let out a loud roar. It opened its mouth and spat out a column of fire toward Lu Ming.
"Good timing!"
Lu Ming's eyes flashed as he struck with the Flame Pattern Spear.
"Astral Fire Spear Art — Broken Armor!"
With a thrust of his spear, a rotating cutting power burst out, destroying the fire pillar that the Crimson Flame Demonic Tiger had spat out.
Then, Lu Ming rushed toward the Red Flame Demonic Tiger and smashed his spear down.
"Astral Fire Spear Art — Landslide!"
The spear pressed down, producing a violent whistling sound. The Red Flame Demonic Tiger seemed to have sensed the danger. Its fiery red hair stood up and emitted scorching flames.
These flames condensed into a huge fireball in the air and blasted toward the Flame Pattern Spear, trying to block the attack.
But it was all in vain. The Flame Pattern Spear was unstoppable. With a slight shake, the fireball collapsed and the spear continued to smash down.
Bang!
The spear shaft smashed on the Red Flame Demonic Tiger's head, producing a cracking sound. The Red Flame Demonic Tiger's forehead was directly dented.
The Red Flame Demonic Tiger's huge body rolled back dozens of meters before stopping. There was no trace of life in it.
Lu Ming walked over and manipulated his bloodline to suck out the Red Flame Demonic Tiger's Blood Essence.
Lu Ming would not miss the Blood Essence of a Class 8 Lv 2 demonic beast. It cost 800 contribution points in the Mystic Essence Sword Sect.
Circulating the Spirit-devouring Bloodline, it did not take long for the Red Flame Demonic Tiger's Blood Essence to be refined. Lu Ming's cultivation improved again, but he was still a little short of breaking through to the Martial Master Realm.
"The flame aura here is rich. Let's practice the Astral Fire Spear Art here."
Immediately, Lu Ming immersed himself in the Astral Fire Spear Art and began to practice.
Chi Chi …
Buzz buzz …
Spear shadows crisscrossed, and energy surged. As soon as he started cultivating, Lu Ming felt incomparably smooth. He operated the Spear Arts without the slightest bit of hindrance, as if he wanted to merge with the surrounding environment.
As expected, the environment had a huge impact on the cultivation of martial techniques.
"Smooth, too smooth!"
Lu Ming's eyes lit up as he immersed himself in this feeling.
After cultivating for six hours, Lu Ming finally stopped.
Hu hu …
Lu Ming panted heavily. When he cultivated here, he had to circulate his True Qi to protect his body at all times. He also had to observe the surroundings to see if there was magma or flames gushing out. It consumed a lot of his True Qi and mind.
However, Lu Ming's eyes were filled with excitement.
After only cultivating for six hours, Lu Ming felt that his Astral Flame Spear Technique had made great progress.
Then, Lu Ming retreated to the outer area to recover his True Qi.
After recovering his True Qi, Lu Ming entered the Temple of Paragon again. With the help of the chanting, he continued to comprehend the feeling of cultivating in the central area.
Sure enough, with the chanting, the feeling of cultivating became clearer, and his comprehension of the Astral Flame Spear Technique improved.
A few hours later, Lu Ming entered the central area again to cultivate the Astral Flame Spear Technique.
Just like this, Lu Ming cultivated in the central area. When his True Qi was exhausted, he retreated to the outer area to recover. Then, with the help of the chanting, he started to comprehend the Astral Flame Spear Technique.
Lu Ming's comprehension of the Astral Flame Spear Technique was improving rapidly.
In just half a month, Lu Ming's Astral Flame Spear Technique had broken through to the second level, which was a small success.
In this half a month, Lu Ming had killed no less than ten fire-based demonic beasts. Five of them were Class 8 Lv 2, and one was even Class 9 Lv 2.
The rest were all below Class 8 Lv 2.
After devouring and refining the blood essence of these demonic beasts and cultivating for half a month, Lu Ming's cultivation finally broke through to Lv 8 Martial Master.
Such a cultivation was already very high among the Bronze disciples of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect.
Huff …
Once again, Lu Ming exhausted his True Qi and retreated to the outer area. He sat in a secluded pile of rocks to recover.
When Lu Ming's True Qi was half recovered, he suddenly heard a commotion not far away.
"No, why did you catch me? I'm just an ordinary person with no cultivation. I can't help you. "
"I'm only a Lv 3 Martial Warrior. I can't help you. Let me go. "
.....
Voices begging for mercy could be heard.
"Shut up, what's with the noise? I said you can help, so you can help. It's your fortune to be able to help a disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect. "
A cold voice sounded. It was a young man.
"Young heroes of the Shifang Sword Sect, if I can help you, I'll definitely help you. But you want us to enter the central area, even close to the inner area. It's very dangerous there. With my cultivation, I'll be burned to death if I'm not careful. Please spare me."
Someone begged for mercy.
"Clap!"
Immediately, there was a slap.
The young voice said again, "Cut the crap. What do I want you to do? What are you going to do? If you talk nonsense again, I'll cut you with my sword. "
The other side calmed down.
Suddenly, there was a sound of something breaking through the air. A figure appeared on the pile of rocks.
It was a young man of 17 or 18 years old. He saw Lu Ming at a glance.
"Haha, senior brother, there's another person here."
The young man laughed and then looked at Lu Ming. "You really know how to hide. But do you think it's useful to hide here? Hurry up and come out and help us explore the central area. "
Lu Ming frowned, interrupted the half-recovered True Qi, and stood up.
"Kid, hurry up and come out. Don't dawdle. I don't have time to dawdle with you."
As the young man spoke, he directly grabbed at Lu Ming's throat with his claw.
Obviously, in his mind, he wanted to grab Lu Ming like a chick and throw him out. However, he was obviously disappointed.
Not only was he disappointed, but he was also shocked.
Because Lu Ming also reached out a hand and grabbed at him, and he was faster and more accurate than him. He grabbed the young man's wrist.
The strong force penetrated the young man's wrist, and the excruciating pain made the young man cry out.
"Ah! Little bastard, how dare you hurt me? You're courting death! "
The young man slapped Lu Ming with his other hand.
"Get lost!"
Lu Ming shouted coldly, and his True Qi burst out. He grabbed the young man's wrist and swung it. The young man's arm directly made cracking sounds, and the bones in his arm broke into several pieces. He screamed, flew more than ten meters away, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Ah! Ah! Little bastard, you're dead meat. How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am? "
The young man struggled to get up, hugged his arms, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Aren't you just a disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect? Is that a big deal? "
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