The sky is dark and the blood mist is in the sky.

Two hundred thousand people died in the blink of an eye. They seemed to have never been there. The smell of blood in the air was the only trace of their existence.

The people who survived standing in the temple were completely stunned when they saw this scene. Each of them seemed to be in a state of silly looking at the invincible figure under the sky.

Lu Yu is too powerful. From suddenly appearing to sweeping out, almost no one can defeat him wherever he passes.

Almost all the legions that the Yan family attacked were elite, but none of them could escape successfully in front of Lu Yu.

"Is he really the God of the Underworld?" Many people were shocked, but no one dared to ask questions.

"Ahem!!"

A violent coughing sound came out, Fang Ying's face turned pale and she knelt on the ground.

She had already attacked her heart with blood poison, and was originally controlled by the Blood Poison King. Now, once the Blood Poison King died, the poison could not be suppressed immediately.

This is the viciousness of the Blood Poison King. In order to control his blood slaves, he used a spell to apply it to the Blood slave. If the Blood Poison King accidentally falls, none of these blood slaves will escape.

The master died and the slaves were destroyed. In order to ensure that the Blood Poison King was not killed, those slaves would often give their allegiance.

"Sir... I'm sorry that my subordinates are incompetent and have not been able to successfully complete the mission. The two Qianhus who followed me will not be killed. For example, today's rescue team, there are only two left."

Fang Ying's voice was quite hoarse, her mind was a little wandering, and she had even forgotten that Lu Yu ascended the throne and became emperor, and she regarded Lu Yu as the governor of Dongsheng at that time.

"You won't die." Lu Yu raised his hand and moved, and the golden light fell and shone on Fang Ying.

Widths of blood mist emanated from Fang Ying's skin, but Fang Ying's symptoms showed no sign of weakness, but instead became more and more serious.

"It's useless. I'm poisoned by the Blood Poison King. No one can save her in this world." Someone sighed.

The Blood Poison King is the one who dominates the side with this extremely poison. If it is solved so easily, how could he become famous?

"I still have some information, so I can't bring them all into the coffin..." Fang Ying continued to say weakly.

"I said you won't die, you won't die."

Lu Yu's voice was like a whispering of a god.

One hand slowly approached Fang Ying, and the palm of his palm was shining brightly, as if some law was controlled by his hand.

Control the rules is a means that only the Taoist king can master.

However, although Lu Yu is in the late stage of Xuanxian, how can the pseudo-immortals in later generations be compared with the true immortals?

Thousands of blood mist instantly emerged from Fang Ying's body, thousands of threads, like spider webs, all controlled by Lu Yu.

A Gu insect suddenly flew out of the blood mist and flew towards the distance. Lu Yu blinked his fingers and crushed it instantly.

As the insect disappeared, the shocking black blood patterns on Fang Ying's neck began to gradually converge and eventually dissipate.

"It's really dispelling the blood poison!" Everyone was shocked, as if they saw an incredible scene.

In the blink of an eye, it is a method of ghosts and gods to dispel blood poison!

"Gourd to God!" The old priest looked furious and was the first to kneel down.

The other monks present knelt on the ground when they saw this, and were extremely shocked.

Isn’t the God of the Underworld dead?

But now, the scene they saw in front of them was clearly a means that only gods could use!

At this moment, in the distance of the Iron Clothing Hell, dark clouds suddenly rolled in, and thunder sounds burst into pieces.
Chapter completed!