Peerless Daoist

The sky was dark, and the blood mist was in the air.

200,000 people died in the blink of an eye, as if they had never been there, and the smell of blood in the air was the only trace of their existence.

The surviving people standing in the temple were completely stunned when they saw this scene. Each of them seemed to be in a state of stupidity, staring blankly at the invincible figure under the sky.

Lu Yu was too powerful, from the sudden appearance to the sweeping out, almost no one could match him wherever he went.

Almost all the troops that came from the Yan family's sneak attack this time were elites, but no one could escape successfully in front of Lu Yu.

"Could he really be the Underworld God?" Many people were shocked, but no one dared to ask.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

There was a violent coughing up of blood, Fang Ying's face was pale, and she knelt on the ground.

She has been attacked by blood poison, and was originally controlled by the blood poison king. Now that the blood poison king died, the poison could not be suppressed immediately.

This is the viciousness of the Blood Poison King. In order to control the blood slaves under him, he casts a spell on the blood slaves. If the Blood Poison King falls accidentally, none of these blood slaves can escape.

The master died and the slaves perished. In order to ensure that the Blood Poison King was not killed, those slaves would often do their best to be loyal.

"My lord... I forgive my subordinates for their incompetence. They failed to successfully complete the task. The two thousand households who followed their subordinates were not killed. For example, today's network's rescue team, there are only two people left."

Fang Ying's voice was rather hoarse, and her sanity was a bit wandering. She even forgot about Lu Yu's enthronement and proclaimed emperor, and still regarded Lu Yu as the governor of Dongsheng at that time.

"You won't die." Lu Yu raised his hand, and the golden light fell on Fang Ying.

A wisp of blood mist emanated from Fang Ying's skin, but Fang Ying's symptoms showed no signs of weakening, but instead became more serious.

"It's useless, she was poisoned by the Blood Poison King, and there is no one in this world who can save her." Someone sighed.

The Blood Poison King relies on this poison to dominate one side. If it is so easy to solve it, how could he become famous because of it?

"I still have some information, I can't bring them all into the coffin..." Fang Ying continued weakly.

"I said you won't die, you won't die."

Lu Yu's voice was like a whisper from a god.

A hand slowly approached Fang Ying's face, and the palm of his hand was full of brilliance, as if some kind of law was in his hand.

Controlling the law, this is the means that the Taoist can master.

However, although Lu Yu is in the late stage of Xuanxian, how can the pseudo-immortal of later generations be compared with the real immortal?

Thousands of blood mists emerged from Fang Ying's body in an instant, innumerable, like a cobweb lingering, all of which were controlled by Lu Yu.

A Gu worm suddenly flew out of these blood mists and flew into the distance. Lu Yu flicked his fingers and instantly crushed it.

With the disappearance of the Gu worm, the shocking black blood lines on Fang Ying's neck began to gradually subside and finally dissipated.

"It really dispels the blood poison!" Everyone was shocked, as if they saw an incredible scene.

Dispelling blood poison at the snap of your fingers, this is the means of ghosts and gods!

"Meet God!" The old priest was the first to kneel down with a frenzy in his eyes.

The other monks present also knelt down upon seeing this, and their hearts were terrified.

Isn't the underworld god dead?

But now, the scene in front of them is clearly a means that only gods can use!

At this moment, in the distance of Iron Clothes Hell, suddenly dark clouds rolled in and thunderous sounds burst forth.