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C352 The City of Instruments Is Rioting the World Is Rioting Army Attack

Caw.

All of a sudden, those who were looking at Young Master Wan with respect and smiles just now were the ones who were watching the show.

And...

Some of the refiner Fu in the workshop.

At this moment.

The smile on his face suddenly froze.

Furthermore, it had become extremely interesting.

Because...

Following Master Mu's roar, they too realized what had happened.

The indestructible Ice Spirit Shield that had surrounded Young Master Wan just now.

At this moment.

A few holes had actually appeared on the shield.

They were directly pierced through.

"Ah!"

Just as they were in a daze and in a daze, a miserable howl came from behind the damaged Ice Spirit Shield.

It was precisely because of Young Master Wan.

At this moment, Young Master Wan no longer had his previous high spirits. Instead, he had become extremely miserable.

His body.

His body went limp and even shriveled up.

It was as if a lot of the essence in his body had been swallowed.

That body was even more so trembling endlessly, an expression of extreme pain appearing on his face.

Bone Piercing Nail.

Three great inscription symbols were drawn by Lin Ming: Sharp, Bloodthirsty, and Annihilation.

Now, the sharp inscription, combined with the tough material of the Bone Piercing Nail, directly pierced through the ice spirit shield. The Bloodthirsty Inscription absorbed the blood essence in Young Master Wan's body into the Bone Piercing Nail.

Nourishing the Bone Piercing Nail.

As for the inscription of destruction...

Once it was activated...

This Young Master Wan's body would probably be shattered into pieces, turning into a pile of mud, completely dead.

"Heaven Rank, Heavenly Rank Spirit Weapon!"

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

Someone shouted.

At the scene, waves of gasps sounded.

That's right.

There was no doubt that the Ice Spirit Shield could destroy Young Master Wan's Earth Rank Supreme Grade Ice Spirit Shield.

The Spirit Weapon refined by this white-haired white-robed youth had absolutely surpassed the level of a supreme-grade Earth Rank Spirit Weapon.

But...

Even if it was a fake Heavenly Rank Spirit Weapon, it was still not enough to pierce through the Ice Spirit Shield of the highest grade Earth Rank so easily.

This meant that the Spirit Weapon refined by this white-haired youth was the Heaven Rank!

Heavens!

Heaven Rank.

Not only was he only seventeen years old, but he was also a refiner and a Spirit Pattern Master!

This was too monstrous.

Perhaps...

Even in the Heavenly Faction, it was very difficult to find such a terrifying genius.

In the distance, Wang Hao was completely stunned.

After all.

He had witnessed Lin Ming's extraordinary talent in the Martial Dao.

And now, the weapon forging and spiritual pattern that the young man had displayed seemed to be on par with his talent in the Martial Dao.

A monstrous genius.

A monster.

Truly a small monster.

"Quick, let go of the young city lord. Kid, do you know who you have offended?"

All of a sudden.

A loud shout.

It came from the mouth of the monkey-faced man.

Just now, it was this man who said he wanted to judge Lin Ming's loss and forcefully interrupt him.

At this moment, it was him who jumped out again. He barked like a fierce dog and came out to protect his master.

"Noisy."

Puchi.

A cold light flashed in Lin Ming's eyes, and in the next moment, he pointed his finger out.

The monkey-faced man was stunned for a moment before a red and white object shot out from behind his head.

He died instantly.

It could be said that just now, when he determined that Lin Ming had lost, he planned to let the youth hand Chu Ling'er over to this Young Master Wan.

It could even be said that...

It might cause Lin Ming to fall into eternal damnation.

Therefore, this man was the enemy.

When dealing with an enemy, Lin Ming naturally wouldn't hold back.

Gulp.

Insta-kill.

Everyone was shocked once again.

One had to know that although this monkey-faced refiner was not very strong, it was still a genuine expert at Shaping Stage.

However.

In front of this young man, he actually didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

He was instantly killed.

This was too ridiculous.

This proved it.

This white-haired youth not only refined weapons, but also had an incomparably terrifying inscription technique. Even in the path of martial arts, he also possessed a terrifying cultivation and strength.

Dadada.

Around them, the refiner began to retreat.

They looked at Lin Ming as if they were looking at a devil.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

Lin Ming lifted his foot lightly and arrived in front of Young Master Wan. He stepped on Young Master Wan's chest.

Looking down from above, he saw this young city lord.

"You, you can't kill me, otherwise, my dad will definitely tear you into pieces!"

At this moment, Young Master Wan's face was full of ferociousness.

Because...

Pain, shame, anger, and resentment.

It was as if his entire face had been twisted into the shape of a fried dough twist. It looked extremely terrifying.

"I've said it before, you want to bet on her, I want your life!"

"Besides, you still dare to threaten me in such a stupid way. Tell me, if you're not, who's going to die?"

Lin Ming's face was filled with a cold smile.

At this moment.

Young Master Wan felt a bone-piercing chill, as if he had been thrown into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Killing intent.

It was a real killing intent, as if it was real.

He knew that this youth in front of him wasn't as harmless as he appeared to be.

On the contrary, he was a true killing god, a demon whose hands were stained with blood.

He was truly a little afraid.

"Vile creature, stop!"

"Let go of my son, or else I'll skin you alive and pull out your tendons today. Your soul will be roasted in the earth fire for a hundred years."

Boom.

The void trembled.

That sound was like thunder rolling.

From the distant void, it rumbled and rushed over.

This terrifying sound was like the roar of a lion, shaking the entire Myriad Artifacts City and causing it to buzz.

Furthermore.

The surrounding weapons were trembling continuously, as if they were facing their king.

Powerhouse at Nirvana Stage.

Lin Ming's pupils shrank.

That's right.

He could feel the aura of a powerhouse at Nirvana Stage coming from the newcomer's body.

Crossing the void at an extremely fast speed, he appeared above the void in the blink of an eye.

"Threatening me? !”

"However, this move is useless against the enemy."

Lin Ming said faintly.

Crack.

The next moment, the young man's foot stepped down, and it was naturally aimed at Young Master Wan's neck.

Along with a clear cracking sound, Young Master Wan's neck twisted into a strange angle, and he died.

Gulp.

So ruthless and decisive.

The surrounding martial practitioners all fiercely swallowed a mouthful of saliva.2

They looked at Lin Ming with shock.

Furthermore.

The next moment.

Their expressions changed drastically. Like defeated generals, they fled frantically towards the outside.

Because...

Upon seeing this scene, the City Lord of Myriad Artifacts City, Wan Tianxia, had a terrifying aura flowing out from his body.

It was as if the world was going to be destroyed. In fact, just by sensing his aura, the ground below cracked open, and there were hideous cracks on the ground.

"Little bastard, you are courting death."

All under the heavens had savage expressions on their faces.

His eyes were filled with killing intent as he looked at Lin Ming.

"Ling'er, you should retreat for a while. I will deal with him."

Lin Ming said to Chu Ling'er.

"Okay, be careful."

Chu Ling'er's voice was ethereal. Even the City Lord was a Nirvana Stage super expert.

However.

She still had a kind of blind confidence in Lin Ming.

"Army Attack!"

Wan Tianxia shouted.

Weng, weng, weng.

Instantly.

The entire Myriad Artifacts City trembled violently.

Countless rays of light rushed into the void and turned into terrifying sharp weapons, pointing at Lin Ming.

Killing intent flowed.

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