A huge nest of Yin Cyclone has appeared around Lu Yu.
The yin energy, which seemed to have been dormant for many years, finally found its outlet and poured into Lu Yu's body.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Lu Yu's body felt like thunder resounding, and there were trembling echoes everywhere.
"My dear, are my eyes blurry today? In less than a day, I have broken through to the Dragon Qi realm!" Fatty Zhang had a big mouth and a look of shock in his eyes.
Even in the Dragon Qi realm, there is no breakthrough like this, right?
There are countless peerless geniuses in Middle-earth. Their breakthroughs can be described as rapid, but none of them can practice like this.
What is this? Doesn’t it take practice to improve your strength?
"This Yin Qi is not enough!"
Lu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes brighter than ever before.
He is now at the ninth level of the Dragon Qi Realm, only one step away from the Transformation Gang Realm.
This hall is where Lu Yu stayed in his previous life, so Lu Yu is very familiar with it.
Here, there was originally a huge dragon chair, where countless powerful men from the Eighteen Realms of the Netherworld would pay their respects to the Taoist Lord of the Netherworld.
But now, everything is gone.
On the high platform, the dragon chair disappeared, leaving only a coffin.
Under the high platform, the strong man who originally swore allegiance to the Netherworld Tao Lord turned into withered bones.
However, the mysterious Tai Chi diagram requires too much Yin Qi.
For Lu Yu, these Yin Qi are not enough for Lu Yu to break through!
Lu Yu cast his gaze on the coffin on the high platform.
That is, Ye Xuelan.
Lu Yu could see Ye Xuelan, but couldn't feel her breath.
In other words, Ye Xuelan is dead.
How could he die!
Ye Xuelan has a gentle personality and rarely causes any enemies.
Moreover, she is still a powerful Dao Lord, and there are only a handful of people in the world who can threaten her life.
…
At this moment, the battle between Yinluo Sect and the monks has entered a fierce stage.
"If you don't get out of here, you are seeking death!" The mysterious palace master was furious.
He had originally reserved his means to deal with the formation spirits guarding the altar.
But he didn't expect that he would meet these monks here, which would disrupt all his plans.
Zhen Tianxiong said loudly: "Yinluo Sect, go back to your old lair, this is not a place where you can be so arrogant!"
Those formation masters have been extremely fully replenished at this moment.
The monks left all the remaining elixirs to these formation masters.
They immediately started to set up their formation and kept moving forward. Those people from the Yin Luo Sect were retreating steadily and could not stop them at all.
"Shameless, go to hell!"
The mysterious palace master suddenly took out several black stones from his arms.
There seems to be nothing special about these stones on the surface, but when Zhen Tianxiong and others saw it, their pupils suddenly shrank: "Ghost King Lei!"
"Let's go!" Without any hesitation, Zhen Tianxiong and others turned around and prepared to leave.
The mysterious palace master smiled coldly: "Do you think you can still leave!"
Whoosh!
Those black stones were thrown out, but they exploded immediately.
boom!
Along with a burst of sound that resounded throughout the world, a roaring sound exploded in everyone's ears.
Several monks who had no time to dodge were directly affected by the air wave of the explosion, and were instantly knocked out of their minds.
"Everything here belongs to our Yin Luo Sect. How dare you, mere ants, spy on my treasures!" The mysterious master of the palace glanced at those people with disdain and slapped him once again.
Only a roar was heard, and the formation spirit's figure began to become blurry.
"Dao Lord...Old slave, I can't hold on any longer." The regretful voice of the old man Zhenling echoed in the hall.
"Old guy, you've lived long enough, die!" the mysterious palace master sneered, and slapped the old man of the formation spirit with his palm.