Urban Abilities!Rise of Heroes

Chapter 457

This time, Peng Jiang's body has been completely destroyed by him, so there is no need for his body to exist.

Wu Ming held the fragment with a smile on his face.

At this time, he suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps.

Wu Ming's eyes narrowed. The sound of footsteps was obviously not human. It was a special kind of beast race. This kind of beast race had extremely strong spiritual intelligence and sense of smell, and could distinguish friend from foe.

The sound was very slight, but Wu Ming still noticed it.

"Who?" Wu Ming asked in a low voice.

"Hehe, who are you? How dare you kill the young master of my Peng family, do you want to court death?"

Voices came from all directions.

Wu Ming snorted coldly: "The young master of the Peng family? Why don't I know the young master of the Peng family?"

These people were obviously very cunning, they hid around and did not show up rashly.

Wu Ming continued to ask: "Tell me, which young master of the Peng family is it?"

"Hmph, you're still pretending, this young master is dead, can't you see it?"

"I really can't see what he is that died in my hands?"

"Hmph, I think you did it on purpose. You killed Master Peng?"

Wu Ming sneered and said, "Hehe, I think it's because he couldn't think about it. He wanted to steal the supernatural powers of your Pluto, but was killed by Pluto instead. Is anyone else to blame? This kind of person is a waste of food while alive."

"Such an arrogant tone, junior, I think you'd better catch it without a fight, so as not to suffer, when the time comes, Pluto will not be able to protect you!"

"Hehe, Pluto, haha, I think you should leave quickly. If you dare to come, I will let you come and go. You'd better pray not to come."

Wu Ming's words were so arrogant that even Pluto ignored him. This was a provocation to the entire underworld. Maybe he was too arrogant, maybe he was too confident.

At this time, the footsteps of several people appeared.

"Hmph, who are you, why are you sneaking around?"

Wu Ming felt that besides one person's soul fluctuations, there were three other people whose soul fluctuations were also very strong.

Wu Ming guessed that those three people should be three strong men at the Linghuang level.

These people are strong men sent by the underworld, and they came here to make trouble.

They didn't know Wu Ming's identity, so they didn't show up rashly. They wanted to wait for them to confirm Wu Ming's strength before making the most correct decision.

"Boy, I think you are also a talent. Since you are looking for a dead end, don't blame us for taking action."

There were five people in total, including two men and two women. They were all wearing purple robes, and they were obviously bigwigs in the underworld.

The purple-robed old man spoke, and when he raised his hand, he shot out a spirit light.

Wu Ming snorted coldly, raised his arm, and punched it out.

Bang!
The spiritual light emitted by the purple-robed old man was defeated, and then, a horrified expression appeared on the face of the purple-robed old man.

"Hey, what a powerful punch."

The old man in purple robe didn't dare to underestimate Wu Ming, he made another move, this time, the old man in purple robe used a spiritual technique called Nine Suns Thunder Art.

Thunderbolts condensed beside the purple-robed old man and turned into a huge fireball. This huge fireball flew towards Wu Ming.

While the purple-robed old man was performing a spiritual attack, his body was retreating rapidly, and at the same time he was still chanting incantations quickly.

Chanting incantations is a skill that the Spirit Race is best at, and Wu Ming doesn't want to confront him head-on.

Wu Ming's figure flickered, and he avoided it.

"Hey, want to escape? No way!"

The purple-robed old man snorted coldly, his figure flickered again, and he rushed towards Wu Ming again.

Wu Ming's eyes were closed tightly, and with a thought, he had already absorbed all the remaining memories of Peng Jiang.

All the memories of Peng Jiang's death have been absorbed by him. In his mind, there are already Peng Jiang's memories. In his mind, there are also the exercises Peng Jiang practiced, the magical powers he used, and all his possessions. spirit weapon and so on.

At this moment, he can be sure that Peng Jiang is the young master Peng Jiang of the Peng family.

Peng Jiang's father, Peng Jiang's grandfather, the current head of the Peng family, that is, his grandfather Peng Tianyu.

Wu Ming had never heard of Peng Tianyu.

"Peng Jiang, this Peng Tianyu, I think, he should be a young master of a collateral lineage of the Peng family."

Wu Ming thought to himself.

"The Peng family is a very wonderful family. Peng Tianyu, maybe his surname is not Peng, but Peng. I need to find out Peng Tianyu's true identity before I can prescribe the right medicine."

Wu Ming's thoughts changed sharply. He already knew that this Peng Jiang was the young master of the Peng family.

This Peng Jiang is not simple, his father Peng Tianyu practiced supernatural powers, he can control thunder and lightning, and he can also control wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

It is conceivable that the kung fu practiced by Peng Tianyu must be an extremely inscrutable kung fu, and may even have the supernatural power of thunder.

However, Wu Ming didn't know how powerful Peng Tianyu's thunder and lightning supernatural power was. If Peng Tianyu used the thunder and lightning supernatural power, he might not be able to resist Peng Tianyu's thunder and lightning supernatural power even if he had reached the realm of the Immortal Emperor.

"Peng Tianyu? I think it should be a collateral branch of the Peng family, but his talent is average and his character is relatively cowardly, so he has been excluded from the collateral branch until Peng Jiang. Then there was an extremely talented Peng Jiang, and after his strength improved, he gradually gained the family's recognition."

Thinking of this, Wu Ming suddenly remembered that Peng Jiang had a very special spiritual weapon.

That spiritual weapon is the Zijin Ding.

If Wu Ming wanted to find out the situation of the Zijin Ding, he had to get the Zijin Ding in his hands before he could figure out the situation of Pengjiang.

The Purple Gold Cauldron is a very special magic weapon, its defense is very strong, Wu Ming wants to collect the Zijin Cauldron, he must use some extraordinary methods, such as subduing it.

No matter what, the Zijin Cauldron was still very powerful. Although Wu Ming's strength was very strong, he hadn't reached the point where he could use the Zijin Cauldron casually.

Therefore, if Wu Ming wanted to get something from the Zijin Cauldron, he needed to use a certain method.

Wu Ming's mouth curled into a smile.

His body accelerated suddenly, and he caught up with Zijin Ding in an instant. Wu Ming stretched out his right hand to grab Zijin Ding.

The Zijin Cauldron is so powerful that Wu Ming dare not underestimate it. He has to try the quality of the Zijin Cauldron first.

The moment Wu Ming touched the Zijin Cauldron, a huge force erupted. Wu Ming suddenly felt as if his body had sunk into a quagmire, his movements became extremely slow, and his soul seemed to be trapped.

This is a very powerful binding force, which cannot be detected by the naked eye, and it is difficult to resist this force.

Even Wu Ming's sea of ​​consciousness was pulled, as if something was about to attack Wu Ming's soul.

Wu Ming frowned, and he immediately used the Dragon Art of the Emperor of Martial Arts.

Buzz!

When Wu Ming performed the Dragon Art of Emperor Wu Ming, there was a sudden roar in his body, as if a giant dragon had awakened.

The sound of this sound made the faces of the purple-robed old man and several guards change drastically, and their eyes were all fixed on Wu Ming.

"Not good, there is something wrong with his physical body, his physical body can carry supernatural powers, retreat quickly!"

The purple-robed old man and several guards shouted at the same time, and then flew towards the distance one after another.

In Wu Ming's body, the Dragon Art of Emperor Wu Ming was circulating, and around his body, a golden dragon emerged, and the dragon hovered in the air, letting out a roar.

The old man in purple robe didn't dare to compare himself with Emperor Shenwu Longjue. They felt as if they were being pressed down by a mountain, and they had difficulty breathing.

"Who is this guy? He actually possesses supernatural powers. Could it be that he is the descendant of some great power from the ancient times? Isn't this too heaven-defying?"

"No matter who he is, anyway, he is already at the end of his strength and is not to be feared."

Several people shouted, and the purple-robed old man also shouted and urged: "Go, go, this guy is very strong, we are not his opponent, run."

The words of the purple-robed old man did indeed remind the guards.

"Go, go quickly!"

Several people flew away one after another, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Their speed was extremely fast, and they had already escaped ten miles away in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it, let them run away!" Wu Ming cursed in a low voice.

"Wu Ming, is it okay? I just saw that you were tricked."

"It's okay, I was only slightly injured, and I'll be fine after a little rest."

After the purple-robed old man and several guards left, Wu Ming did not pursue. He sat cross-legged on the spot and adjusted his breath.

(End of this chapter)