Peerless Daoist

Lu Nanfeng's face suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "look for death!"

He is now in a position to win. If there is no accident, he will be the future leader of the Lu family.

Everyone should be polite to him. How dare he be so rude to himself?

"A person who depends on the elixir pile, even if you are in the Sanxian wonderland for a while, when your breath is weak, it will be your death time!" Lu Nanfeng gnaws his teeth.

He decided not to move for the time being, but the people in black didn't think so.

Lu Yu broke the cultivation of magic, and all the black robed people's faces were shocked at the same time.

This kind of magic can only be practiced by the monks who have contributed to the Yin Luo clan for many years. Lu Yu, how did he know?

"Your name is Wang Chen?" A dozen black robed men immediately surrounded Lu Yu and said, "where did you learn the magic of complaining about God's destiny?"

What they practice is to blame God's life.

After getting the definite answer, Lu Yu sighed: "this kind of inferior magic is still practiced."

In his last life, when he was in charge of the nether world, he had ordered a number of spells to be destroyed.

These magic arts are reviewed by him personally. Many of them have great side effects. Even the methods of cultivation are extremely cruel.

This kind of magic is one of the magic that he destroyed in his last life.

The way to practice this magic is also extremely cruel. First, find a person born in Yin and arrange it silently, so that his life will be miserable and desolate, and finally he will die in depression.

And this kind of person dies, the resentment that produces is also strongest.

Later, the friar will refine the spirit of this man on a wire rope, and at the same time will melt a drop of blood into it.

Each time you use the rope, it will have a very serious impact on the spirit of the other party, making the other party tired to deal with it.

However, although the magic is powerful, the process of cultivation is too cruel, and over time, the resentment of God will gradually affect the monks, making people become manic and greedy.

Although I don't know how this destroyed spell fell here, Lu Yu is not afraid of this incomplete ghost magic.

"Inferior?" Several people in black looked at each other and burst out laughing.

A black robed man sneered, "have you ever seen a really powerful spell? A alchemist should also question my Yin Luo Zong's skill? "

Yin luozong's skills are changeable and changeable, and each skill and magic skill is extremely powerful.

Many people join the Yin Luo sect because of its powerful skills.

Lu Yu called the precious magic that they had worked so hard to obtain that they were called inferior by Lu Yu?

"I'll take his spirit."

A black robed man stood up and said grimly, "there is still a alchemist in my collection. He is so young that he should be able to last for a long time."

The other black robed people were smiling knowingly.

Yin Luo sect is in charge of hell. Many disciples of Yin Luo sect have the habit of taking other people's spirits to improve their magic.

There are countless spirits in hell, many of them fall into the hands of Yin Luo Zong, and they can't die.

"Blame God, now!"

The black robed population suddenly recited a complicated and complicated mantra. The iron rope that was wrapped around his body seemed to have life and flew towards the landing feather.

Looking around, these iron cables are closely packed together, which is also mixed with people's screams and curses.

The noise was so loud that even the onlookers felt dizzy.

"You are ignorant. Just now you are still talking nonsense. Do you know the difference between these skills?" As soon as the man in black reached out, the iron rope flew to Lu Yu's eyebrows.