Peerless Daoist

All the powerhouses in the Tang Dynasty stayed away from the center of the storm.

They had already determined that Lu Yu would never survive this storm, so they chose to watch from the sidelines.

The terrifying storm, mixed with the vast coercion of heaven, made people breathless.

"My lord is dangerous, what should we do!"

Several Qianlong Army generals had red eyes, but they were helpless.

Under the pressure of this vast Heavenly Dao, it was quite difficult for them to keep standing.

Not to mention saving Lu Yu, whoever approached that sea of ​​thunder would be bombarded and killed in an instant and turned into powder by the thunder.

"Don't go over, let the scouts get ready, and once the thunder disappears, send the letter of help immediately!"

"In addition, the other people are close together to prevent them from being defeated by Tang Jun."

At this time, Lu Jingsheng had already shown his ability as a commander, and at a critical moment, he remained sensible.

Orders were passed on, and the Qianlong Army quickly formed a defensive formation.

Li Mi sneered: "It's useless, once Lu Yu is dead, they can't pose a threat at all."

Gao Xianzhi said in a deep voice, "The whole army will surround them. After Lu Yu is dead, they will be encircled and suppressed inside, and not one of them will be spared."

Since he couldn't kill Lu Yu himself, Gao Xianzhi focused on others.

As a famous general of the Tang Dynasty, at this moment, Gao Xianzhi has fallen into madness.

Without caring about these, many people set their eyes on the ancient bronze bell in the sky.

Lu Yu was about to attack the middle stage of Xuanxian, but he actually made the Tao of Heaven manifest and punished him with endless thunder tribulations.

The purple dao seal suspended above Jiuxiao represents the will of heaven to destroy everything.

Everyone thought that the Tao of Heaven was jealous, but only Lu Yu knew that what he was facing was not the illusory laws of the Tao of Heaven, but most likely a prehistoric creature.

The living beings in the wild are not allowed to have true immortals.

They perished the entire Heavenly Court, and even the Heavenly Emperor was killed, the Demon Ancestor was just a pawn in their hands.

Lu Yu suddenly had a feeling that he seemed to have glimpsed the truth of this world, but there was still a lot of fog hidden in front of him, blocking his vision and making his vision blurred.

Lu Yu was unwilling, he did not want to be like the ancient immortals, all turned into dust, and finally fell into the long river of history.

"Today's heaven should not be dominated by you!"

Lu Yu let out a roar, like a god and Buddha, fierce and unparalleled.

The scene of the emperor's death is still vivid in his mind.

The mournful sound that blew from the ancient times seemed to still linger in his ears, and Lu Yu's heart was full of sadness.

It was because of the existence of these prehistoric creatures that the former Great Qin Dynasty eventually turned into yellow sand.

Lu Yu felt grief and anger in his heart. Even though he is still an ant in front of these prehistoric creatures, he will never sit still.

The Dabao Bell sensed Lu Yu's emotions, and the surface of the bronze bell made a mighty thunder sound, and the dense Sanskrit characters flashed with dazzling golden light.

There is a faint shadow of a Buddha, sitting cross-legged above the Great Treasure Bell, sitting cross-legged, with light in his eyes.

Behind the Buddha, a bright circle of light, sacred and magnificent, majestic and magnificent.

At this moment, the thunder in the sky finally condensed.

Thousands of thunder, driven by some kind of force, condensed in mid-air, turning into dragons and tigers and wolves.

Countless vicious beasts gathered and formed, roaring and roaring.