Peerless Taoist

Lu Yu was going to kill him. Naturally, he was not polite to him.

In the heart of Lu Yu's palm, a spirit power was instantly emitted and directly shrouded over Yan Jin's head.

Yan Jin turned his eyes and lost consciousness.

"Let go of me!" the prison elder suddenly flew over and slapped.

Lu Yu glanced coldly at the prison elder. With a flick of his finger, the burning Sabre came at the warden with endless flame.

Hoo!

Almost instantly, the warden was surrounded by countless fires.

"You really deserve it!" Lu Yu snorted coldly, and Yan Jin's head split in an instant.

Blood gushed out like a tide, and Yan Jin's body couldn't fall to the ground.

Under soul searching, everything has no hiding place.

All the things that the prison elder and Yan Jin did in front of him also fell into Lu Yu's eyes.

"You, also accompany him to die!" Lu Yu at the same time stepped on a pair of knives and chopped hard at the prison elder.

With the momentum of sweeping everything, the blade crashed down in front of the prison elders.

"Poof!"

The warden suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Under these knives, he couldn't hold on at all.

"Escape!" his eyes finally showed fear.

Lu Yu is not an ordinary out of body environment at all!

The prison elder can even feel big. If he continues to fight with Lu Yu, he must be the last to die.

"Want to go?" Lu Yu smiled coldly and hit it with a fist, which twisted the space between them.

Boom!

The prison elder was hit by this punch, but he didn't expect him to be more cruel and directly abandon his body.

His spirit left directly from the flesh and fled far away from the prison peak.

The flesh, after receiving Lu Yu's fist, was smashed and turned into countless blood clots.

He is the Ming Wen realm. Even if he loses his body, the spirit can still survive.

"Well, I didn't kill you today."

Lu Yu's murderous spirit gradually converged and turned to an entrance of the prison peak.

The disciples who had guarded here had already fled, leaving only a lonely iron gate to guard here.

Lu Yu gently slid on the iron gate, and with his fingertips, the originally firmly locked array was easily untied.

Boom!

The heavy iron door opened slowly, and a strong smell of blood came to my face.

Lu Yu stepped into it step by step, and his ears were full of screams.

Here is a dark corner of Lingxiao sect.

Those monks who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, even if they are practicing spells, are not as good as pigs and dogs as slaves here.

This is the dungeon of prison peak!

Where Lu Yu passed, there were iron prisons on both sides.

Those friars who used to be swaggering in the past sat dirty in this cell, covered with talismans, and there were bursts of wails from time to time.

He even saw a broken arm hanging on the wall with only blood.

Lu Yu used to be in charge of hell, so he walked all the way. His eyes were calm without any waves.

Many people here deserve what they deserve, but some people shouldn't be here.

Lu Yu then walked to a wall and hit it with a fist. The wall collapsed.

A more intense smell of blood filled the air.

Lu Yu went in.

On a dirty bed, several women lay on it, their limbs were cut off, and chains were tied around their necks.

It's dark here.

They can only, send out a silent wail.

Even when Lu Yu came in, they didn't feel it.

These women are monks with special physique. They act as cauldrons and can enhance others' accomplishments.

Yan Jin's father and son secretly imprisoned them here, amputated their limbs, destroyed their eyes and ears, and let them live in this boundless darkness.

Everything is just for the cultivation of Yan Jin and his son.

"Death!" Lu Yu's eyes gave out a cold light.

The prison elder, no matter how far he escapes, must die!