Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"The Eight Spirit Seals of Gara!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Feng suddenly launched an attack, simultaneously sending a palm strike towards Wuxin, the leader, who was not far away.

"Who dares to challenge me?!"

Faced with Lu Feng's sudden attack, Wuxin, who was waiting outside the temple, also changed his expression slightly and immediately activated his Yuan Power to protect himself, seemingly caught off guard.

After all, this sacrificial ceremony was not only overseen by his master Tianmu, but also by a group of warriors from the Wuyun tribe, making them a formidable force. He never imagined that anyone would be so audacious as to cause trouble on the day of the sacrificial ceremony!

Rumble!

Eight giant golden palms of Yuan energy pierced through the air and then merged into one, transforming into a magnificent Dharma image of Venerable Gara. Instantly, they shattered the surrounding barbarian warriors, causing countless deaths and injuries!

However, Wuxin himself did not suffer fatal injuries. He immediately retreated to the rear, using the surrounding barbarian warriors as human shields. At this moment, his clothes were only slightly damaged, but his strength remained unchanged.

"It's you again!"

Upon seeing that the person who made the move was Lu Feng, Wu Xin's pupils contracted slightly, and a fierce look appeared on his face.

In the past, during the Dharma propagation conference, the other party suddenly jumped out to disrupt the event. Now, at the sacrificial ceremony, Lu Feng is still haunting the place, which naturally infuriates Wuxin.

"Young Master Lu?!"

An unexpected turn of events occurred, and Wu Yunmi, a member of the group, also cast a surprised glance, seemingly not expecting Lu Feng to be so bold as to dare to venture into a dangerous place alone.

"You audacious brat! How dare you interfere with the sacrificial ceremony! You're courting death!"

"Seize this brat! Don't let him ruin the sacrificial ceremony!"

However, compared to the astonished Wu Yunmi, Wu Yunjie and Wu Yungu were furious and their murderous intent was fully revealed!

After all, Lu Feng, an outsider martial artist, not only killed someone in public but also disrupted the sacrificial ceremony. This was tantamount to defecating on the head of their Wuyun tribe, so Wuyun Valley and the others were naturally furious.

"I have no interest in you barbarians."

"I will leave after I kill that old bastard Tianmu..."

Faced with the threats from Wuyun Valley and the others, Lu Feng merely shrugged, then said in a chilling tone, "However, if you barbarians are courting death, I wouldn't mind sending you on your way...!"

"You brat, stop your arrogance!"

Seeing Lu Feng's arrogant attitude, completely disregarding the barbarians present, another great lord, Wu Yunjie, could no longer tolerate it. He immediately brandished his iron spear and charged towards Lu Feng.

"Go to hell!"

Wu Yunjie thrust out his iron spear, creating a flurry of spear shadows that seemed to pierce the heart, aiming directly at Lu Feng's vital point!

"Like an ant trying to shake a tree!"

Faced with Wu Yunjie's sudden attack, Lu Feng merely smiled coldly and immediately raised his hand to unleash another palm strike.

Rumble!

In an instant, a large amount of Yuan energy surged and erupted from Lu Feng's palm, then transformed into the Dharma image of Venerable Gara, which immediately shattered all the incoming spear shadows, turning them into nothingness!

Boom! Pfft...!

The next moment, the remaining power of Venerable Gara's Dharma form was undiminished, and it slammed into Wu Yunjie's chest like Mount Tai, causing him to vomit blood and retreat dozens of meters until he finally collapsed to the ground in a sorry state like a broken sack!

"Wow...!"

His body fell heavily to the ground. Wu Yunjie was about to get up when he coughed up blood and foam. His eyes glazed over, and he became completely still. He was dead beyond any doubt!

"How is that possible?!"

Seeing his trusted lieutenant Wu Yunjie die instantly at Lu Feng's hands, Wu Yun Gu, the chieftain of the Wu Yun tribe, also changed his expression slightly, revealing deep shock.

After all, Wu Yunjie was no pushover. Not only had he reached the third level of the Spirit Soul Realm, but he was also one of the only two powerful chieftains of the Wu Yun tribe.

Now, facing Lu Feng, who was of unknown origin and young age, the fact that this great lord couldn't even withstand a single move from him left Wuyun Valley completely incredulous!

However, compared to the horrified Wuyun Valley, Wuxin stood calmly with his hands behind his back, as if he had expected this all along.

After all, Lu Feng was a half-step Yuanhai Realm expert, and his strength was almost equal to his. At present, Wu Yunjie was no match for him.

"Wuyun Valley, as the chieftain of a tribe, you have now let wolves into your home, acted as an accomplice to tyrants, and were kept completely in the dark. You are utterly unworthy of the position of chieftain, and even less worthy of living...!"

Having killed Wu Yunjie with a single move, Lu Feng shifted his gaze to Wuyun Valley not far away, his tone still chilling, "However, I have a heart of compassion. Out of respect for my former brother Wu Yunran, I will give you a chance to commit suicide..."

"presumptuous!"

"Who do you think you are?! How dare you, a mere brat, control my life and death...!"

Faced with Lu Feng's threatening words, Wu Yun Gu's face darkened at first, and then he flew into a rage, clearly not wanting to commit suicide.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Seeing that the other party did not want to end his own life, Lu Feng did not waste any words. He immediately summoned the Hurricane Spirit Soul and flicked his finger towards the Dark Cloud Valley opposite him.

Buzz! Swish!

In an instant, the Hurricane Spirit Soul swept out, and finally transformed into a hurricane blade storm that covered an area of ​​100 meters and up, swallowing up the Dark Cloud Valley and the barbarian warriors on the opposite side as well.

Rumble...!

Looking around, one could see that most of the sky was covered by a dark green hurricane. For a moment, there was a deafening roar everywhere, and the earth shook, as if the end of the world had come, which was terrifying.

...

After an unknown amount of time, the raging storm that had blotted out the sky finally subsided. As for Wuyun Valley himself, there was no trace of his body. It seemed that he had been torn into a pool of blood by the storm on the spot and was dead beyond any doubt!

After all, although Wuyun Valley was known as a local chieftain, he was only at the sixth level of the Spirit Soul Realm and could not withstand the impact of Hurricane Spirit Soul at all!

"Xiaoxiang, you must hold on, I'm coming...!"

After dealing with the troublesome Wuyun Valley and others, Lu Feng didn't linger at all and immediately rushed towards the Shiva Ancient Temple opposite, his face full of anxiety.

After all, Lu Xiaoxiang's fate is currently unknown, and he doesn't have time to waste here right now!

"Oh no! If this brat ruins Master's plans, I'm afraid I'll be in deep trouble..."

Seeing Lu Feng about to storm into the Shiva Temple, Wuxin frowned slightly, as if recalling some unpleasant memory. He immediately leaped forward, blocking Lu Feng's path, and shouted, "Boy, stop right there!"

"What? You want to die too?"

Seeing Wuxin suddenly appear out of nowhere, Lu Feng merely narrowed his eyes, a sinister look appearing on his face.

Although the other party was also at the half-step Yuanhai Realm, in his eyes they were just slightly larger ants, not worth fearing at all!

"Boy, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Faced with Lu Feng's threat, Wuxin merely snorted coldly and immediately released a powerful burst of Yuan energy outwards. At the same time, he took out a strange soul banner with black and white stripes and yin and yang markings from his storage ring on his finger, clearly indicating that he would not obediently let the other party pass.

"Back at the Dharma propagation assembly, if it weren't for my master's intervention, I could have annihilated you in a matter of minutes. Today, you won't leave here alive!"

"Ants talk too much nonsense!"

Seeing this, Lu Feng laughed instead of getting angry. At that moment, the Yuan power in his dantian surged outward like a tide, and his killing intent surged all over his body. He obviously didn't want to waste words with Wuxin.

...

Meanwhile, inside the ancient Shiva temple

"Is this... a statue of a deity?"

As soon as she stepped into the temple, Lu Xiaoxiang felt an even colder and more eerie aura emanating from all around her. At the same time, a strangely shaped, pitch-black statue of a god was placed opposite the temple hall.

The statue was hideous, with a sunken forehead and a pair of bull horns growing from the top of its head. It also had a lot of strange bones hanging from its body, which made people feel a chill and even eeriness!

"My disciple Xiaoxiang, as you can see, this statue is dedicated to the ancient god Shiva. If it weren't for Shiva's teachings and assistance, I wouldn't possess these abilities today..."

He glanced at the ancient Shiva statue in the center of the opposite temple, and instead of showing any fear, a fanaticism appeared in his eyes, as if he would have nothing without this ancient Shiva statue.