Lu Yu said calmly: "You can take these magic weapons."
At Lu Yu's current level, the magic weapons gathered in Xiaoxitian are no longer of much use to him.
On the contrary, because the Nether Demon Sect is located in the southern wilderness, many monks are not very strong and need these magic weapons to increase their strength.
Fang Ling was stunned, but still got out of the way.
He did not expect that Lu Yu, who had destroyed everyone in Buddhism, would actually give face to these demons.
Li Xiang was full of yin and yang: "He bullied the weak and feared the strong. When he saw the elder of the Demon Sect coming, he took the initiative to offer the treasure."
Under everyone's gaze, Ming Yi suddenly took a step forward.
This step immediately touched the hearts of the surrounding Shangxian Sect disciples.
After all, Ming Yi is a famous strong man in the Demon Sect. If he has murderous intentions, they, the elites of the Immortal Sect, will be vulnerable to a blow.
"Subordinates, please see the sect leader!"
Ming Yi suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of Lu Yu.
As Ming Yi knelt down, the other Demon Sect monks behind him also knelt down one after another.
"See the Sect Master!"
For a moment, the sound echoed through the sky.
This scene was extremely shocking.
Those unruly demon cultivators actually knelt down to Lu Yu.
Both Fang Ling and Song Anqi were stunned on the spot.
After a while, Fang Ling came to his senses and said in disbelief: "Could it be that you are the leader of the Nether Demon Sect who has been missing for many years?"
Rumor has it that Shenlong, the leader of the Netherworld Demon Sect, has disappeared.
But this sect leader once came to help when the Shangxian Sect suffered a disaster, thus saving the entire Southern Wilderness cultivation world.
Many people speculated on the identity of this sect leader, but those who were involved at the time were quite taboo about this matter and were never willing to talk about it.
Song Anqi also stared blankly at Lu Yu, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.
In the Southern Wilderness, everyone knows the power of the Netherworld Demon Sect.
But I am afraid that even if people think hard, they will never think that Lu Yu is the master of the Netherworld Demon Sect!
"Take the treasure and then destroy this place. I don't want to see any Buddhist heritage in the Southern Wasteland."
Lu Yu gave the order directly.
Ming Yi immediately took the order and led everyone into the Buddhist temple.
Li Xiang, on the other hand, looked frightened and stepped back step by step, not daring to look directly at Lu Yu.
"Why did I provoke the master of the Demon Sect?" Li Xiang was already filled with regret.
If he was given another chance to choose, he would never be an enemy of Lu Yu. He could even make friends with Lu Yu and obtain the magic weapon here.
However, in this world, there is no medicine for regret.
Suddenly, he noticed Lu Yu raising his hand and pointing at Song Anqi's eyebrows.
"This is the understanding and insight of the literary saint, and it is also good for you." Lu Yu said lightly.
Lu Yu's Law of Literary Sage, coupled with his own understanding, is a supreme treasure for any Confucian cultivator that far exceeds the magic weapon.
Song Anqi silently appreciated the supreme literary talent that Lu Yu passed on to her, and suddenly opened her eyes, with a little bit of wisdom flashing in her eyes.
This knowledge requires her to slowly digest and understand it.
But it is obvious that once Song Anqi fully understands it, these things will be of great benefit to her.
Suddenly, a faint white mist appeared above Song Anqi's head.
White air rose into the void, and countless tadpole characters were outlined by the white air.
"The literary spirit is rising into the sky. This is a sign of a breakthrough in the realm of Confucianism and Taoism!" A nearby White Deer Academy disciple couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this.
When Li Xiang saw this scene, he was filled with jealousy. He couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood and fainted.