Lu Yu was still in a coma at the moment, and his figure was particularly eye-catching in the huge pit of palm prints.
Several men in black robes felt the powerful aura coming from Lu Yu, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to approach.
Lu Yu's face was exactly the same as the description of the young man who was sent to hell in the descriptions of ghosts. The men in black robes were not sure whether Lu Yu was the one who died in hell.
However, the only thing that is certain is that. It is definitely not easy for Lu Yu to survive in this kind of palm.
Young Master Yin Luo scanned a deep pit with palm prints, it didn't matter, his eyes were directly attracted to it.
"It's that ghost!" Young Master Yin Luo's heart skipped a beat.
That day, at the Tongtian Grand Competition, he and Lu Wuya were originally the focus of that competition. But Lu Yu, who was born out of nowhere, took away everything that should belong to him.
Since then, everyone in the world is talking about the Nether who won the Tongtian Grand Competition and became the elder of the Lingxiao Sect.
As for his young master Yin Luo, the boy status that he was proud of became a kind of irony instead.
A person who usually does not show his mountains and dews has become a disciple of Wen Sheng.
But he, who claims to be the peerless genius, is just a little boy.
This kind of contrast almost made Young Master Yinluo go mad with jealousy, wishing to tear Lu Yu to pieces.
This time, the Xiliang Region aggressively attacked Zhongtu, and it was not without Yin Luozong's figure behind it. Young Master Yin Luo originally wanted to crush Ling Xiaozong and seek revenge. I didn't expect to meet Lu Yu here.
"Go, catch him here!" A trace of hatred flashed in the eyes of Young Master Yin Luo.
Now that we have met Lu Yu, naturally we cannot let him escape from under our noses.
The people in black robes around listened to the order and immediately grabbed Lu Yu's direction.
Several people put their hands on Lu Yu's shoulders and pulled them outward, but they all froze suddenly.
They were shocked to find that Lu Yu's whole body seemed to be rooted in the ground.
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move Lu Yu a little bit.
"I still don't believe it!" A man in black snorted coldly, and a burst of strength suddenly burst out in his palm.
His cultivation base is also not weak, and it is not difficult to move half of the mountain if he fully erupts his strength at this time.
However, Lu Yu remained motionless.
"A group of trash, here I come!" Young Master Yin Luo snorted coldly, and stretched out his arm, a huge mana instantly condensed into a claw in mid-air, and grabbed Lu Yu.
The mana palm was about to grab Lu Yu, but at this moment, a cold chill suddenly erupted from Lu Yu's side.
A cold snort sounded, and Young Master Yin Luo's mana palm instantly collapsed from midair.
Wisps of black smoke and dust appeared from Lu Yu's side, and an old man slowly walked out of the smoke and dust.
"Give it all to the old man, get out!" As soon as the old man opened his mouth, the powerful coercion instantly pushed back several black-robed men who were wandering nearby.
Those men in black robes landed far away and exclaimed: "Supreme power?"
The old man in front of him was the Star Soul Patriarch Lu Yu had 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 general technique.
In the battle that Lu Yu experienced before, the Star Soul Patriarch just took a look at it, and felt that he was about to be out of his wits, and he didn't dare to make a move at all.
Now that those strong men have left, the Star Soul Ancestor will naturally protect Lu Yu. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com