Lu Nanfeng's expression suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Seeking death!"
He is now confident of winning. If nothing happens, he will be the future head of the Lu family.
Everyone should be polite to him. Why does this kid in front of him dare to be so rude to him?
"As a person who relies on pills to achieve supreme status, what can you do even if you temporarily reach the Immortal Realm? When your breath is weak, it will be your death!" Lu Nanfeng gritted his teeth.
He decided not to move for the time being, but those men in black robes didn't think so.
When Lu Yu revealed the magic he was practicing, all the men in black robes looked shocked at the same time.
This kind of magic can only be practiced by monks who have contributed to the Yinluo Sect for many years. Lu Yu, how did he know?
"Your name is Wang Chen?" More than a dozen men in black robes immediately surrounded Lu Yu: 'Where did you learn about the spell of Resentment God's Lifeline?'
What they practice is indeed the God of Resentment.
After getting the definite answer, Lu Yu sighed: "There are still people who practice this kind of inferior magic."
When he was in charge of the Netherworld in his previous life, he ordered the destruction of a batch of spells.
These spells were reviewed by him personally. Many of them have great side effects when practiced, and even the methods used to practice them are extremely cruel.
The spell of the God of Resentment was one of the spells he destroyed in his previous life.
The method of practicing this magic is also extremely cruel. First, find a person who was born in the dark time, and silently arrange it so that he will live in misery and desolation all his life, and finally die in depression.
And after this kind of person dies, the resentment generated is the strongest.
Later, the monk will refine the person's soul on an iron rope and incorporate a drop of blood into it.
Every time you cast Resentful God's Lifeline, it will have a very serious impact on the opponent's soul, making the opponent tired of dealing with it.
However, although this spell is powerful, the training process is too cruel after all, and over time, the resentment of the resentful god will gradually affect the monks, making people become manic and greedy.
Although he didn't know how this destroyed spell ended up here, Lu Yu was not afraid of this kind of incomplete ghost spell.
"Inferior?" Several men in black robes looked at each other and suddenly laughed loudly.
A man in black robes sneered: "Have you ever seen a truly powerful spell? How worthy is a person who refines elixirs to question the skills of our Yinluo Sect?"
The Yin Luo Sect's techniques are strange and changeable, and every technique and spell is extremely powerful.
Many people join the Yinluo Sect just for the powerful skills in it.
The precious spell they had worked so hard to obtain was actually called inferior by Lu Yu?
"I want his soul."
A man in black robes stood up and said with a ferocious smile: "There is still an alchemist missing from my collection. He is so young and should be able to survive for a long time."
The other men in black robes all showed knowing smiles.
The Yin Luo Sect controls hell, and many Yin Luo Sect disciples have the habit of taking other people's souls to improve their own magic.
There are countless souls in hell, many of which fall into the hands of Yin Luo Sect, and they cannot die.
"The God of Resentment appears!"
The man in black robe suddenly recited a complicated spell, and the iron rope originally wrapped around his body seemed to have come to life and flew towards Lu Yu.
Looking around, these iron ropes are densely packed together, mixed with people's screams and curses.
These sounds were so noisy that even those watching around felt dizzy.
"Ignorance, you were arrogant just now, but now do you know the difference between these techniques?" The man in black robe stretched out his hand, and the iron rope flew towards Lu Yu's eyebrows in an instant.