Peerless Daoist

"Who are you!"

Zhen Tianfeng stared at the sight before him in shock. After a moment, he finally blurted out.

As for the others, they had long since been frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

Lu Yu did not reply Zhen Tianfeng. Right now, his entire mind was completely focused on Zhen Tianfeng.

"Damn it!" Seeing that he was being ignored, Zhen Tianfeng could not help but feel infuriated.

Under this enormous pressure, Zhen Tianfeng's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light. Frontal

"Since you want to die, don't blame me for it!" Zhen Tianfeng circulated his Fa Li in his palm. Immediately, a stream of Fa Li landed on the black command medallion.

"Buzz ~ ~ ~"

As if activated, the entire surface of the token began to tremble.

"Cut him into ten thousand pieces!" Zhen Tianfeng pointed at Lu Yu and bellowed.

Following Zhen Tianfeng's order, the command medallion also seemed to be triggered and began to emit rumbling sounds.

In the sky floated a dim black word, the words "mighty general" shone with a black light.

Affected by the medallion, many of the ghost soldiers trembled.

Zhen Tianfeng was overjoyed when he saw this. He coldly sneered, "Brat, since you dare to stand up for yourself, don't blame me!"

Lu Yu's heart, had always been immersed in that long sigh.

From the sound, he had already determined the general location of Ye Xuelan.

Underneath the hall of Yama Minamiya, there was originally a prison that held countless evil spirits. That long sigh came from the deepest part of the prison.

Lu Yu ignored Zhen Tianfeng and directly headed into the depths of the prison.

"How is this possible!" Zhen Tianfeng's heart was in turmoil.

This medallion was personally given to him by the hall master, and could be considered as the general medallion of the ghost soldiers.

Although there were some tokens scattered in the corpses outside, they were only a few small characters.

That ancient sigh was over.

The intimidating aura also disappeared, and the place returned to its original state.

"Zhen Tianfeng, die!" Zhen Tianxiong suddenly stood up from the ground. With a flick of his finger, countless flames covered the entire sky.

A scorching air appeared around him, as if it could burn everything in front of it into ashes.

Zhen Tianfeng's expression changed as he turned around and threw out a palm attack.

A huge black claw quickly appeared behind him, and the two magic powers heavily clashed against each other, giving off a strong wave of air.

Zhen Tianfeng was currently unable to control the ghost soldiers.

It was as if these ghost soldiers were under the control of some sort of force. They were like puppets, and remained motionless as they kneeled on the ground.

Zhen Tianfeng's expression changed. He suddenly felt that the pressure around him was weakening.

"Let's go!"

Zhen Tianfeng did not hesitate as he turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared into the air.

"You still want to leave?!" Zhen Tianxiong suddenly roared in anger as he sent a heavy palm strike towards Zhen Tianfeng.

BOOM!

The flaming palm struck nothing but air and directly slammed into the ground, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

"Clan Leader Zhen, since that traitor has already left, why don't we make use of this opportunity to leave?" Master Zheng's mouth still had traces of blood on it as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

The people present had just been suppressed by Zhen Tianfeng and the mysterious hall master.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. As long as they escaped from here, without the control of the pressure, these cultivators would be able to recover their original strength.

At that time, even if Zhen Tianfeng was before them, they would have the confidence to defeat him!

Zhen Tianxiong nodded his head and said with a dark expression, "Okay, let's go!"

With everyone agreeing, Master Zheng brought everyone and prepared to leave on the road.

Zhen Yuqin's beautiful eyes turned as she suddenly looked at Lu Yu and quickly shouted, "Lu Yu, do you want to leave together with us!"

Lu Yu didn't answer her and continued walking forward.

His figure gradually became submerged in the countless ghost soldiers, almost to the point where he couldn't see them clearly.

Pang Yun coldly laughed, "Fairy Zhen, why would you care about a Dragon Qi cultivator like him? If he wants to court death, just let him be."