"Do it!"
die! Lu Ming shouted in a low voice. He took a step forward and thrust his spear at the flood Dragon's vital point.
don't even think about it. Now, you can all die!
A purple figure emerged from the dragon's head. This figure was formed by mental energy fire.
The purple mental fire represented a level-seven Alchemist.
It was an old man, but his face was extremely gloomy. He waved his hand and runes flew out.
Buzzzzzz!
At this moment, inscriptions began to flash in the hall, giving off a bright light.
Whoosh!
A combat sword flew out and slashed at Lu Ming's long spear. Lu Ming's body trembled and he quickly retreated.
In the hall, countless runes glowed and enveloped Lu Ming and Xie nianqing.
The seven-colored Daoist had long since set up an inscription formation in the hall. It seemed like he had been prepared to kill anyone who entered the hall eight hundred years ago.
"Go to hell!"
