With the blessing of the Dharma image of the Nether God, Lu Yu suddenly felt the power of incense.

Even though the Taoist Lord of the Netherworld had already died, the Taoist rule of the Netherworld God was still not cut off. In the Netherworld, I don’t know how many creatures there are still worshiping the God of the Netherworld day and night.

With the endless blessing of incense, Lu Yu's divine power expanded to its peak.

The showdown between masters is often only in an instant.

Although Lu Yu encountered this Yin Monk for the first time, when he saw the other party's murderous intent, he already knew what the other party wanted to do.

There was a dark flame in the eyes of the God of the Underworld.

In the huge Dharma image's hand, he raised a long sharp knife and slashed hard towards the direction where Yin Seng was.

When the knife was cut out, there were suddenly a loud noise that broke through the void around him. The long sword suddenly fell down, as if it was about to cut the sky.

"Om!"

Yin Monk suddenly opened his decaying mouth and actually spit out a truth from his mouth.

This loud roar!

Almost all Chang'an City trembled, and echoes burst out from Yin Monk's mouth and began to echo in all directions.

Rumble! Rumble!

Countless pavilions and towers turned into ashes under this loud roar and all collapsed.

Lu Yu only felt that his appearance of the Dark God seemed to be a small boat in the storm, and there was a possibility of overturning at any time.

With Lu Yu's current realm, he could not resist this roar.

In an instant, Lu Yu felt a sensation of coldness, fear, panic, anxiety, and all kinds of negative emotions were intertwined, almost madly.

Lu Yu was almost unable to maintain the normal operation of the Dharma image.

"Roar!Roar!Roar!"

At this moment, waves of roars came from around.

Di Ting turned his head and stared at Lu Yu fiercely with his white eyes.

Immediately afterwards, countless ghost soldiers from all directions turned their heads and looked at Lu Yu with their eyes.

The God of the Underworld can no longer shock them.

These ghost soldiers were like evil ghosts who escaped from hell, who finally got rid of the constraints and wanted to eat their master instead.

"Lu Yu, think of a solution." Dahei was startled, kicked his legs, and his body shrank several times, falling on Lu Yu's shoulders.

"What a great Buddhist sound master, this is a wake-up call. Xuanzang has been dead for so many years, but he is still able to have such strength." Lu Yu felt a numbness in his scalp.

At the beginning, facing many Bodhisattvas in the Buddha world, Lu Yu was able to compete with them because of the blessing of divine blood.

But now, the divine blood has been exhausted, and his current strength is still a little bit reluctant to deal with such a top-notch man.

"The Xuantian Taoist Sutra protects my mind."

Lu Yu silently recited the scriptures above the Xuantian Dao Sutra, and suddenly felt a coolness in his mind, and the many side effects on his body disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that Lu Yu was not dead, Yin Monk opened his mouth again and roared out a syllable.

"Hum!"

As soon as this sound came out, it was like a big bell, shocking people's hearts.

The countless inscriptions carved in front of Hanyuan Hall suddenly became dull and no longer flashed with golden light.

Lu Yu had just woken up from the tremor of his soul, and he saw a cold and evil aura flying out of Yin Monk's palm and pounced towards him.

"Chang'an has turned into dust, you deserve to die!"

Lu Yu did not retreat but advanced. A purple flame leaped in his eyes. The phantom of Zhang Tianshi appeared behind him again. He raised his hand and held the sword and stabbed Yin Zi Xuanzang with a sword.
Chapter completed!