Peerless Daoist

Lu Yu's voice is like a life-threatening bell. The old ancestor of Ning Hun can't help but shiver.

He turned his head and looked, but at a glance, Lu Yu came after him with frost on his face.

"Ghost flag!" Ninghun Laozu gritted his teeth and took out a black banner.

There is a faint black air around the soul leading banner, and from time to time, the sound of the soul screams from inside, which is very harsh.

"You forced me

Ninghun Laozu looks ferocious. He suddenly bites the tip of his tongue and spits out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and sprinkles it on the soul guiding banner.

All of a sudden, the soul streamer became blood red, and strange incantations appeared on the flag. Ordinary people would feel dizzy when they looked at it.

"Die!" Ning Hun Laozu pointed to Lu Yu with both hands, and immediately led the soul flag to dive directly towards the landing feather.

The soul streamer flies to Lu Yu's front, and suddenly a terrible attraction erupts. He wants to suck Lu Yu's spirits into the banner.

"Just evil cultivation magic weapon." A cold light flashed in Lu Yu's eyes.

This soul leading banner is a typical evil cultivation magic weapon. It needs to trap a large number of unjust souls and torture them continuously to form resentment before it can be successfully refined.

This kind of magic weapon needs a lot of life and soul as support for each practice, and the refining process is extremely bloody.

The soul that has been swallowed into the soul leading banner can not enter the samsara again, and will be tortured forever.

"Broken!" Lu Yu's fist fell on the flag.

Lu Yu's powerful magic power instantly infused into this magic weapon, and soon exceeded the endurance of soul leading banner.

Boom!

Accompanied by a loud noise, the whole soul streamer turned into countless pieces and exploded around.

The ghosts trapped by magic weapons also took the opportunity to flee.

"What!" Ninghun Laozu looked at it, and his heart suddenly trembled,.

It was a magic weapon he had refined for many years. Even a monk in the same realm could not leave the control of the soul leading banner in a moment.

But in front of this young man, a blow on his magic weapon!

Just one punch!

"Two elder martial brothers, help me!" The old ancestor of ninghun has already flew to the sky of lianxu sect, calling for help in panic.

"No one can save you." Lu Yu put out a cold light in his eyes. He stepped forward and instantly appeared behind Ning Hun's ancestor with a fist.

Ning Hun's ancestor screamed in an instant. His Mana Shield had no effect at all, and it exploded in this instant.

Lu Yu's fist strength, through the bones of Ning Hun's ancestor, directly destroys the body of his body and collapses all his bones.

"Daoyou, this is a misunderstanding. If you let me go, I will give you all my savings!" The spirit of Ning Hun's ancestor flew out of the broken body and begged for mercy.

At this time, his heart is full of regret.

He has been a bully here for so many years, but he didn't expect to be kicked to the iron plate today.

It's no use regretting now.

Lu Yu suddenly stopped and said faintly, "bring something."

A trace of pain flashed on his face, but he still put the storage bag on Lu Yu's hand.

Lu Yu wiped off the mark on the storage bag and glanced at it a little. He saw that there was a lot of spirit stone in the bag.

"I'm rude this time. I'll give up and never disturb you when I see you later." Ning soul ancestor lowered his head, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

He lost his body and sent out his storage bag, almost a heavy loss!

"When I gather some old friends and work together to suppress you! I'm going to make you a magic weapon and make you worse than death The soul of the ancestors in the mind.