Han Yu, a peerless scholar in the Middle Tang Dynasty and a great master in the literary world.

This is a legendary figure of a generation. Many Confucian disciples have heard of his name. Han Yu has made the great spirit shine in the middle age with his unparalleled literary power.

Although his soul was dim and weak, there was a golden light flashing on his body, vaguely emitting the pressure of the holy path.

This is the state that only the soul of a saint appears.

Han Xinrou once said that their ancestors disappeared after becoming saints and never appeared before the world.

The Han family used a considerable price to search for it, but eventually returned in vain. After hundreds of years, the matter was left unresolved.

"So it's Han Sheng!" Lu Yu bowed again: "I dare to ask Han Sheng, why is he here?"

Han Yu did not answer. He was already quite weak, and his soul was like a vague influence, as if it could be completely blown away after a gust of wind.

After a long time, Han Yu said slowly: "I am here to suppress the devil."

When Lu Yu heard this, he was shocked. He could actually suppress Wen Sheng here himself. The devil did not know how much he practiced.

The surrounding caves are covered with soul-raising jade. This kind of spiritual creature in heaven and earth has natural benefits to the soul and can nourish the soul. It can be foreseeable that if there were no such soul-raising jade, Han Yu's soul would have long since disappeared.

It's right.

Lu Yu was most disgraceful of such a thing, so he stepped forward and said, "Young people can do their part. If you need help from me, please give me instructions."

Han Yu saved his life at a critical moment, and Lu Yu naturally thought about how to repay him.

Han Yu raised his eyes slightly and looked at Lu Yu. After a long time, he suddenly sighed and said, "You are too weak."

"I originally planned to find someone with a destiny, but I must have enough strength to support you. It is useless for you to have such strength."

Han Yu's eyes were filled with a look of loss: "This place is no longer safe. Everything collapses, and the dark clouds cover the sun. There are signs of doomsday here. I have fallen, leaving a remnant soul here, but I am just surviving.

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After saying these words, Han Yu stayed for a long time before slowly saying: "There is still a passage here that leads to the outside world. Don't stay here, leave the passage."

Life is about to pass away, and the old saint has reached the end of time.

The fact that many evil spirits had just been destroyed seemed to have consumed the only remaining power of the saint. His soul was erratic and could dissipate at any time.

However, even though he was about to die, Han Yu still chose to save Lu Yu so that he could continue to live.

Lu Yu was moved in his heart. He was the most sarcastic thing about the heroes. This was the case with the Emperor of the past, and the Han Sheng is the same now. It is not as simple as saying that self-sacrificing oneself is. Although the two met just now, Han Sheng's mighty aura made

Lu Yu felt respect.

"Senior, I was harmed by someone, and all my magic power was sealed."

Lu Yu walked forward and spoke out what had happened before.

Wen Sheng is well-versed in history and knows many unknown things. Lu Yu has not concealed it at this moment and has revealed the affairs of Xingzu one by one.

Hearing the arrival of an ancestor, Han Yu's originally dim soul suddenly flashed with a dazzling golden light.

"They actually came here, and the secret here must not be known by them."

Han Yu murmured, a faint ray of holy power emitted, like the afterglow of the sunset, still dazzling.
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