Peerless Daoist

"bass!"

Seeing that Xiang Liu was about to come out again, the Tai A sword in Lu Yu's hand roared again.

The sword qi was soaring into the sky, and its imposing manner was like a mountain. Lu Yu's black hair swayed with the strong wind that erupted from the sword qi, like a sword fairy outside the sky.

I saw Lu Yu stabbed with a sword, and the sword energy slammed and swept out, and deafening sounds echoed around.

Xiang Liu, however, started dodging towards the surroundings, avoiding the sharpness of the sword energy and looking for Lu Yu's flaws.

When an ancestor of ancient demons put away his arrogance and began to look for flaws in Lu Yu, this has become particularly terrifying.

Tai Ajian was unstoppable, almost unstoppable, and the sword energy emanated one after another, and it could even pierce a hole in the sky. But Xiangliu is more cunning, his body is like a phantom, and he has been shuttled in these sword qi in a moment, unpredictable.

Lu Yu's expression remained unchanged, but his brows were already wrinkled.

This phase Liu was really cunning, he saw through the flaws that Lu Yu revealed.

An immortal weapon like the Tai'a Sword is almost at the same level as the Human Emperor Sword, and it is a unique and supreme weapon in this world.

Even if Lu Yu is now a Xuanxian, it is quite reluctant to forcibly sacrifice such an ancient fairy.

What's more, although Tai Ajian stayed in Lu Yu's body, he was not dispatched by Lu Yu. When it will come out, it is entirely based on the sword's own will, and Lu Yu can't grasp it.

"Shh!"

At this moment, Xiang Liu found a flaw in Lu Yu and launched an attack decisively.

Its soul is like a phantom, traveling through endless space, and in a blink of an eye, it arrives in front of Lu Yu.

The yin qi was overwhelming, and Xiang Liu's soul carried the cold and biting yin qi, which lowered the surrounding temperature by a few points.

The remaining eight heads all opened their mouths full of sharp teeth, becoming hideous and terrifying.

"call--"

The eight heads sucked violently at the same time, and Lu Yu felt that his soul did not belong to him.

Xiang Liu was about to get close to Lu Yu and use his means to take away Lu Yu's soul.

"The Dharma of the Underworld God is as motionless as a mountain!"

Lu Yu shouted, and a string of ancient seal script flashed on his forehead.

Behind him, the divine wheel of the god of the underworld appeared, shining brilliantly, strengthening the soul of Lu Yu's own.

In the body, Lu Yu's soul seemed to be suppressed by a five-finger mountain, and remained motionless. Even though Xiang Liu devoured it violently, the soul shook violently, but it was still not swallowed out of the body.

"Spirit!"

Xiangliu Mozu made a hoarse voice.

In that voice, there are also many subtle ancient spells hidden, all of which are written in ancient demons, as if passed down from the prehistoric era, and many people can't understand it at all.

Even so, when some people hear such a spell, they still feel sick all over, and there is an indescribable pain, like a choke in the throat.

In the dark yin, a pale bone hand stretched out to Lu Yu, and pointed his finger at the center of Lu Yu's eyebrows.

At this moment, Lu Yu's soul seemed to be chained by thousands of chains. While those chains were holding Lu Yu's soul, the other side was connected by that bone hand, trying to pull the soul out.

This is a rather evil spell, with the breath of the Dao Law emanating from it.

Lu Yu's soul was once again severely challenged, and his soul shook violently. If it weren't for the soul of a Taoist monarch, it would have disappeared now.

"Give me a break!"

Lu Yu's eyes were wide open, the shadow of the god of the underworld was like a Buddha in the sky, exuding the breath of divine mercy, and the golden light burst out from the wheel of God.