Lu Yu is still in a coma at the moment, and his figure is particularly striking among the huge palm print pits.
Several black robed people felt the strong breath from Lu Yu's body, and they looked at each other one by one and did not dare to approach.
's face is as like as two peas in the description of the young man who had been infiltrated into hell. Several black robed people are not sure whether Lu Yu is the one who killed in hell.
But the only thing for sure. It is not easy for Lu Yu to survive in this kind of palm.
The young master of Yin Luo sweeps a deep pit of palm print. It doesn't matter. His sight is directly attracted to him.
"It's the nether world!" Yin Luo Shaozhu's heart leaps.
That day, on top of the Tianda contest, he and Lu Wuyuan were the focus of the contest. But Lu Yu, who was born in the sky, took everything that should have belonged to him.
After that, all the people in the world talked about the ghost who won the contest and became the elder of Lingxiao sect.
As for the young master of Yin Luo, the boy status that makes him proud has become a kind of irony.
A person who doesn't show the mountains or dew at ordinary times has become a disciple of Wen Sheng.
And he, self-esteem as peerless Tianjiao, but just a little boy.
This kind of contrast almost makes Yin Luo Shaozhu's heart jealous and crazy, and he would like to tear Lu Yusheng to pieces.
This time, the Western Liang region launched a large-scale attack on the Middle Earth, and there was no shadow of Yin Luo Zong behind it. The young master of Yin Luo wanted to step down the Lingxiao sect and revenge. I didn't expect to meet Lu Yu here.
"Go over and get him for me!" A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.
Now that I have met Lu Yu, I can't let him escape under my eyelids.
The black robed people around him immediately grabbed the landing feather.
Several people put their hands on Lu Yu's shoulder and pulled them outwards, but they were suddenly stunned.
They were shocked to find that Lu Yu's whole body seemed to be rooted in the earth.
No matter how hard they used, they couldn't move Lu Yu.
"I don't believe it!" A black robed man snorted coldly, and a burst of strength broke out in his palm.
His cultivation is not weak. At this time, his power will be completely burst out, even if it is to move half of the mountain is not difficult.
However, Lu Yu did not move.
"A bunch of rubbish, I'll do it!" The little master of Yin Luo coldly hums his hand, and his arm looks out. A huge magic power instantly condenses into a claw in mid air and grabs it towards the landing feather.
The mana's palm was watching, and he wanted to catch Lu Yu. But at this moment, a cold chill burst out from Lu Yu's side.
A cold hum sounded, and the palm of Yin Luo's little master's mana instantly broke up from the air.
From Lu Yu's side, there were wisps of black smoke and dust, and an old man came out of the smoke.
"All for me, go away!" As soon as the old man opened his mouth, the powerful pressure instantly flushed several wandering black robed people back down.
Those black robed people fell to the ground far away and exclaimed, "the most powerful?"
The old man in front of him was the ancestor of the star soul that Lu Yu accepted at that time.
After practicing in Lu Yu's storage bag for a long time, the ancestor of Xinghun finally became a zombie and successfully practiced the skills of generals and ministers.
Lu Yu's experience of the war before, the star soul ancestor just looked at it and felt like he was going to be scared out of his wits, and he didn't dare to fight.
Now, those strong people have left, and the ancestor of the star soul naturally wants to protect Lu Yu.