Lu Yu certainly had no time to pay attention to Mr. Zhang's depression at this moment.

His heart was completely occupied by murderous intent.

Just thinking about it, Lu Yu remembered the figure of this little girl waiting alone in the Netherworld Palace.

In this life, Lu Yu has vowed not to let any of his relatives suffer again.

"If you want to enter the palace, you must first pass me."

At the end of the street, a god stood proudly in the void.

There is not a single hair on his forehead, which is carved with dense divine patterns. The colorful paintings start from the forehead and spread all over the body, only revealing a pair of golden eyes, which exude supreme pressure.

Behind the god, there is also a golden light wheel hanging.

There are shadows behind the nimbus, including old people, children, women, strong men, and the power of faith of countless believers gathered behind the head, and the smell of incense is floating around.

He is the God of Weishui River.

The Wei River flows continuously through the city of Weiyang.

The river water has spirits, and all living beings worship it, and over time a powerful god is formed.

The God of the Weishui River defected to the King of Qi early. After the establishment of the Qi Dynasty, the God of the Weishui River was named the patron saint of the Qi Dynasty, and his strength became even higher.

Almost every city in the Qi Dynasty would build a temple to the God of the Weishui River.

There are many temples, there are endless beliefs, and countless incense is transported into the body of the Weishui God every day.

He is powerful, sacred, and majestic, and the words he speaks are like the voice of heaven, making people dare not think of disobedience.

Lu Yu ignored his divine power and continued to move forward, bursting out with fist power from his palms.

The powerful fist force, like the power of the heaven-shaking god, suddenly descended.

The God of the Weishui River showed a cautious expression on his face, recited the sacred text loudly in his mouth, held his hand in the void, and actually captured the Weishui River from a distance of ten thousand feet.

There were turbulent waves on the Weishui River, and many messengers anchored on it suffered disaster.

A thousand-mile-long river hangs in the void.

This is an eternal wonder, and only high-level gods like the God of the Weishui River can display it.

"boom!"

Lu Yu's punch hit the water surface hard.

Thousands of miles of Weishui were used to neutralize the power of Lu Yu's punch. A vortex was created in the water, and countless forces began to spread around.

"You can't enter the palace today, please leave!" The loud voice of the God of Weishui rang in the sky.

Lu Yu still didn't speak, and then punched out again.

The power of the fist was like fire, and the waves of flames evaporated from the water hanging above the sky.

Afterwards, Lu Yu stepped into the water.

"The Weishui River is my domain. If you come in, don't leave."

The hands of the God of the Weishui River seemed to be covered by immeasurable golden light, controlling the surrounding water flow and completely wrapping Lu Yu.

The water of the river is sealed layer by layer.

Even if you have the power to reach heaven, you cannot escape from it.

But at this moment, a vast dragon roar suddenly came from Lu Yu's body.

The power of martial arts suddenly exploded!

Lu Yu raised his hand and shook the river water in front of him. He stretched out his palm from the river seal and clasped the head of the Weishui God.

Give it a sharp shake!

The head of the God of Weishui exploded instantly, blood flew everywhere, and the body fell to the ground helplessly.

Thousands of miles of river in the sky, splashing down like raindrops.

Lu Yu was like a god of murder, stepping on the body of the God of Weishui River, and continued to walk forward.
Chapter completed!