Murong qiushui was so angry that her heart, liver, spleen, lung, and kidney were in pain. She felt as disgusted as if she had eaten a dead rat. She had planned everything and then fought to the death. In the end, Lu Ming got the advantage.
"Lu Ming, die!"
Murong qiushui bellowed. Her face, which could be considered handsome, was completely contorted. With a loud roar, she pounced towards Lu Ming.
However, Lu Ming was already prepared. In a flash, he rushed into the door. Unexpectedly, the moment he rushed into the door, the door closed so quickly that even Murong qiushui could not rush in.
Murong qiushui, I have to thank you. If you didn't push me down into the abyss of mo Luo's fire, I wouldn't have been able to get the divine blood so easily!
Lu Ming stood behind the door and smiled contemptuously.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was closed with a click.
BOOM!