As the most powerful High Priest of Good Fortune of Qinglian Sect, he was actually defeated by Lu Yu.
Other members of the Qinglian sect, whether they were high priests or ordinary monks, felt chills all over their bodies.
They originally thought that Yuding Academy had no more masters. Entering Yuding Academy now is a very smooth thing.
However, he never expected that such a variable as Lu Yu would appear.
Lu Yu stood in front of the High Priest of Good Fortune, like a proud fairy, and in front of him, the High Priest of Good Fortune was in dilapidated condition, with blood soaked everywhere.
"Cough cough cough!"
The High Priest of Creation suddenly coughed violently, and a layer of blood oozed from under his mask.
Ka Ka Ka!
There was another crisp sound, and the mask he was wearing was instantly broken, revealing an old face.
This is a bony old man with a haggard face and dull eyes, as if he has exhausted all his lifespan.
"No wonder you put on a mask a long time ago, and you didn't expect to be like this." Jiang Mingkong sneered.
This High Priest of Creation, who used to be so majestic and majestic, did not expect that he now looks like this old man.
Other members of the Qinglian sect couldn't help but feel a little dazed when they saw the true face of the High Priest of Creation.
If this is the fate of following God Qinglian, then it is meaningless for such a god to follow her.
"Hahahaha! Idiot, as long as our gods become stronger, I can be reincarnated. In my next life, I can be reincarnated as a top genius with all my memories, and my strength will not be worse than yours."
Bursts of harsh laughter like night owls came from the mouth of the High Priest of Good Fortune.
There is still a trace of madness in his heart, even at this point, he still refuses to admit that he has lost.
"Then I will kill you, and then kill the god behind you."
Lu Yu raised the knife, and with one blow, the head of the High Priest of Creation was chopped off.
At the same time, Lu Yu directly reached out to grab the soul of the High Priest of Good Fortune and crushed it directly.
Both the soul and the body are dead, which is already considered a complete death.
"Ah - you are courting death!"
In the distance, Qinglian God suddenly roared angrily.
She has already sensed that her most loyal subordinate has died, and the breath of life has completely disappeared.
During the long battle between Lu Yu and the High Priest of Creation, Qinglian God never appeared, because she had been restrained by Yisheng's words and could not move.
Even though it has been a long time since the word "town" written by Yisheng, it still has a strong power.
Even though Qinglian God is powerful, he still cannot shake the status of this word.
"It's just a word, do you think you can trap me!"
Qinglian God let out a roar, and immediately behind him hundreds of arms stretched out at the same time.
Each hand is pinching a different formula. Hundreds of different magic spells were blasted out in an instant, smashing hard on the word "town" in front of him.
The surface of the town character suddenly shone with golden light, and the two sides slapped each other fiercely, and then there were clearly visible cracks on the surface of the town character.
With a loud bang, the word "Zhen" finally shattered completely, Qinglian God stepped on lotus steps, passed through the shattered law, and grabbed towards the sacred soil.
His palm began to magnify, and it magnified tens of thousands of times in an instant, like a giant hand covering the sky, trying to grasp the divine soil directly in his hand. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com