Chapter 4899

"Lu Yu..." Yan Zhenqing's voice was unusually hoarse.

Lu Yu stepped forward and came to Yan Zhenqing's side.

"This time... I didn't kill you, you really are someone with great luck, cough cough..." Yan Zhenqing barely uttered a word, and already began to cough violently.

He was coughing up blood.

The strong explosive force even destroyed the spleen in his body and seriously injured him.

Not only that, but Yan Zhenqing's primordial spirit has been completely destroyed.

He is no different from ordinary mortals now, collapsed on the ground, quietly waiting for death to come.

Lu Yu looked at Yan Zhenqing quietly, even if he didn't take action, Yan Zhenqing would have no way to survive.

His current situation is just a flashback, and the oil lamp will run out soon.

"Unfortunately... we still underestimate the enemy... After this battle, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Great Tang to contain you... Back then, the chaos of the Great Tang's Jiedushi was to raise pirates with self-respect.

When Yan Zhenqing spoke, there was already some gibberish.

"The old man has investigated you... There is one thing I don't know very well, why you have grown so fast. When you were in the lower realm, you behaved unbelievably. My Tang Dynasty began to make arrangements in the Middle Ages, His Majesty's comeback, everything It's all arranged."

"But you... you are just a prince of a mortal kingdom in the lower realm, not to mention the heavenly realm, even in the lower realm, people like you are caught in a lot of people. Before the age of seventeen, you were regarded as a fool, but ten After the age of seven, you suddenly rose up, and worshipping a mortal god can actually make the god statue be struck by lightning. You are not a born saint, how did you do it?"

Before Yan Zhenqing died, he asked his last question.

Not only him, but all the powerhouses in the Tang Dynasty had such doubts after investigating Lu Yu.

Smoke lingers, and the battlefield is bleak.

Lu Yu's voice echoed in Yan Zhenqing's ears.

"I am Xuan Ye." Lu Yu said.

Yan Zhenqing's eyes widened, staring at Lu Yu.

Everyone in the heavens thought that Nether Daojun was dead, but now he has changed his identity and was reincarnated!

After a long while, Yan Zhenqing said slowly: "I should have thought of it long ago, the law of hell, becoming famous at a young age... You have changed so much!"

Yan Zhenqing couldn't hold it anymore and closed her eyes.

A generation of Taoist monarchs have fallen.

Lu Yu stepped forward and cut off Yan Zhenqing's head.

Thunder suddenly appeared above the sky, as if the sky was roaring.

This is heaven and earth, weeping for the death of the calligrapher.

Holding his head in hand, Lu Yu came to the top of a towering mountain under everyone's attention.

"Tang Dynasty Daojun is dead! Our army is victorious!" Lu Yu shouted loudly.

There was a roar all around.

Everyone is venting their inner emotions.

They were angry and angry, the mountains and rivers were broken, and they were lingering under the iron hoofs of the Tang army.

All the grievances seem to be washed away at this moment, and the shame can only be removed with blood.

No one cheered, only mourning.

The dead Yan Zhenqing still had a corpse, but Prince Gu didn't even have a corpse.

"drink--"

Lu Yu suddenly let out a dragon roar, roaring at the statue of Li Jing in the distance.

The towering statue of Li Jing was torn apart in an instant, turning into rubble, splashing and shattering everywhere.

Someone touched a dragon flag to Lu Yu's hand.

The dragon flag was stained with blood and covered with wind and frost, which was a symbol of the royal family of the Zhao family sitting in the army.

The only thing Prince Gu has left in this world is this battle flag.

Lu Yu put away the battle flag, looked at the faces around him, and said, "Let's go home."