Peerless Taoist

Lu Nanfeng suddenly changed his face and said, "look for death!"

He now holds the winning ticket. If there is no accident, he will be the future leader of the Lu family.

Everyone should be polite to him. How dare he be so rude to himself?

"If you are a supreme person on the pill pile, what can you do even if you are in the scattered fairyland temporarily? When your breath is weak, it will be your death!" Lu Nanfeng gnashed his teeth.

He decided not to move for the time being, but the people in black didn't think so.

By Lu Yu's words, all the black robed people were surprised at the same time.

This kind of magic can only be practiced by monks who have contributed for many years in Yinluo sect. Lu Yu, how did he know?

"Your name is Wang Chen?" a dozen people in black immediately surrounded Lu Yu: "where did you learn the magic of blaming God's life?"

What they practice is really complaining about God's life.

When he got the definite answer, Lu Yu sighed: "there are still people practicing this inferior spell."

In the last life, when he was in charge of the nether world, he ordered to destroy a number of spells.

These spells were reviewed by him personally. Many practices have great side effects, and even the means of practice are extremely cruel.

Blaming God for ordering this spell is one of the spells he destroyed in his last life.

The method of cultivating this spell is also extremely cruel. First, find a person born in Yin and arrange it silently, so that he can live in misery and desolation all his life, and finally die depressed.

And after such people die, the resentment is also the strongest.

Then, the friar will refine the man's spirit on an iron rope and integrate a drop of blood into it.

Every time you cast the curse of God, it will have a very serious impact on the soul of the other party and make the other party tired of dealing with it.

However, although this spell is powerful, after all, the cultivation process is too cruel, and over time, the resentment of God will gradually affect the friars and make people become manic and greedy.

Although I don't know how the destroyed spell came here, Lu Yu is not afraid of this incomplete ghost magic.

"Inferior?" several black robed people looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

A black robed man sneered, "have you ever seen a really powerful spell? An alchemy man is also worthy to question the skill of our Yin Luo sect?"

The skills of Yinluo sect are treacherous and changeable. Every skill and spell is extremely powerful.

Many people join Yinluo sect just for its powerful skills.

The precious spell they obtained after painstaking efforts was called inferior by Lu Yu?

"His spirit, I want it."

A man in black stood up and said with a grimace: "there is still one alchemist in my collection. He is so young that he should be able to last a long time."

The other people in black all smiled knowingly.

Yinluo sect is in charge of hell. Many disciples of Yinluo sect have the habit of taking other gods and souls to improve their spells.

There are countless gods and souls in hell. Many gods and souls fall into the hands of Yinluo sect. You can't die.

"Blame God, now!"

The black robed people suddenly recited a complicated spell. The iron rope originally wrapped around them seemed to have life and flew towards the landing feather.

Looking around, these iron cables gathered together, mixed with people's screams and curses.

These voices are so noisy that even the onlookers around feel dizzy.

"Ignorant, you just talked wildly. Now do you know the gap between these skills?" the black robed man stretched out his hand and the iron rope flew to the center of Lu Yu's eyebrows.