Lu Yu sat cross-legged on a big rock, his long hair hanging down, and his eyes were cold.
Seeing that Lu Yu didn't move, Zheng Fei felt certain in his heart that Lu Yu didn't dare to speak out because of fear.
"My master is talking to you, are you deaf?" Zheng Fei shouted angrily, and a sword qi slashed towards Lu Yu.
He lost face with Lu Yu before, but now, of course he has to get it back!
Lu Yu glanced at him coldly.
"die."
With just an understatement, Zheng Fei's whole body trembled, and he froze on the spot without moving.
A gust of air flowed out from his seven orifices, his eyes were wide open, his pupils gradually lost their luster, and he fell to the ground with a crash.
There was a dead silence all around.
Everyone watched this scene quietly without speaking.
No matter how bad Zheng Fei is, he is also a master of Faxiang Realm. How can anyone kill him with just one word?
"You are not out of the body!" Ancestor Ninghun narrowed his eyes slightly.
He could sense a hint of danger from Lu Yu's body.
This is an intuition developed in the practice world all the year round.
However, the pills in front of me are really tempting. He was able to conclude that these elixirs were all elixirs for improving cultivation.
What shocked him even more was the quality of these pills.
There are also alchemists in the Alchemy School, but those alchemists can at best practice some low-quality top-grade pills, which they swallow all year round, and the effect is minimal.
And these pills of Lu Yu can actually make sounds, and there is even the breath of soul floating in them.
A psychic elixir!
The name of this elixir flashed through the mind of Ninghun Patriarch.
Only psychic pills can achieve such an effect.
"This thing was first discovered by the treasure hunting compass of our sect, we can split it in half!" Ninghun Patriarch made a concession.
"Who is he who can make the ancestor give in?"
"My God, with just one sound, Brother Zheng died on the spot. Seeing that he was about the same age as us, how could he have such a trick!"
The other disciples looked at each other, and a trace of shock flashed in everyone's eyes.
Lu Yu smiled faintly and shook his head: "Absolutely right? I'm sorry, these elixir are all mine."
Immediately, Lu Yu stretched out his hand and put all the pills around him into the storage bag.
Ancestor Ninghun's face sank: "So, fellow daoist, are you going to give me face?"
Boom!
Ninghun Patriarch flicked his long sleeve, and a gourd flew out from his sleeve. He plucked the mouth of the gourd and pointed it at Lu Yu.
"This old man is the Condensed Soul of the Void Refining School. Since you don't want to give me face, then you can be the dead soul of my magic weapon." The ancestor of Condensed Soul snorted coldly, and hit the gourd with a spell.
Immediately, a soul emerged from the gourd, roaring and rushed towards Lu Yu.
Those souls had distorted expressions, and their voices were extremely piercing, obviously they had suffered great torture during their lifetime.
Lu Yu's gaze suddenly became icy cold.
He didn't move at all, but stared at the souls rushing towards him, and said, "Stop."
Huh!
In an instant, all the souls stopped instantly, motionless.
Ninghun Patriarch's complexion changed, and he quickly cast out the spell on the gourd again.
But this time, all the souls seemed to have lost control and stood motionless on the spot.
"Escape!" Ninghun Patriarch made a decisive decision, turned and fled.
The opponent defeated the magic weapon he was proud of with just one word. This kind of terrifying strength was far beyond what he could deal with.
"Can you go?" Lu Yu's cold voice came from behind Ninghun Patriarch. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com