Chapter 155: Dead Daoist Friends Don't Die Poor Daoist
On the altar, the mysterious master of the palace pressed his hand on the woman's forehead.
Even after death, the woman's beautiful face still did not weaken in any way, but instead bloomed with bright brilliance.
The palace master scanned the woman with his eyes unscrupulously, as if he wanted to see through her whole body.
"Very good, very good!" The mysterious palace master's eyes were shining.
Most of the Yinluo Sect's techniques use controlling the dead to increase one's own strength.
The more powerful a monk was when he was alive, his strength would be greatly increased once he was made into a corpse puppet.
The mysterious palace master suddenly stretched out his hand and touched the woman's beautiful face.
"It's such a pity that he died. But luckily it was me you met. If it were the people from the Nine Halls, I'm afraid your body would have been left alive." The mysterious hall master murmured with some regret.
"well!"
With a long sigh, the mysterious palace master directly extended his hand to the woman again.
call!
Suddenly, a sharp knife wind blew past.
The mysterious palace master was startled. He turned away and saw a bright sword light, and the sword struck him directly.
"Asshole!"
The mysterious palace master was furious. At this time, there were still people who were not afraid of death and dared to rush forward.
He turned around and clapped his hand out. A huge black cloud emerged and hit the person who came.
clang!
The man flew out directly and hit the wall of the hall hard, creating a huge deep hole!
"Hmph! You don't overestimate your capabilities!" The mysterious palace master snorted coldly, disapproving of this sudden appearance.
However, when the smoke and dust dispersed, the eyes of the mysterious palace master suddenly turned cold.
What!
The one in the deep pit is actually a ghost soldier!
Whoosh whoosh!
Several more sounds of piercing the air were heard, and countless ghost soldiers still rushed forward.
These ghost soldiers still had weapons in their hands and roared as they charged forward.
"How dare some brats act so arrogantly in front of me!" the mysterious palace master shouted coldly, suddenly bursting with energy.
Boom!
Suddenly, all the noisy sounds around him seemed to fall silent at this moment.
The ghost soldiers were hit by this force and flew backwards one by one, falling heavily to the ground.
Some ghost soldiers were directly blasted to pieces by the powerful force, their bones were gradually broken, the Yin Qi gradually dissipated, and they were completely destroyed.
Boom boom boom!
There was a sound of heavy footsteps on the ground.
The ghost soldiers who were standing quietly aside seemed to have received orders at the same time, formed a battle formation, and walked towards the mysterious palace master on the altar.
The mysterious palace master snorted coldly, but his eyes fell on Lu Yu who was walking among the ghost soldiers.
"This kid is crazy!"
"What is he going to do? Even if he has a high-level token and can command those ghost soldiers, it will be of no use in front of the master of the Yinluo Sect!"
All the monks looked at Lu Yu in confusion, and Zhen Yuqin was even more anxious.
"Grandpa, will Lu Yu be okay?" Zhen Yuqin asked.
There was still a layer of cold sweat on Zhen Tianxiong's forehead.
Just now, he and Bai Suqing tried their best to rescue some people from the mysterious palace master's Xingtian giant axe.
But it's just these people, and they have already spent too much mana.
Zhen Tianxiong glanced at Lu Yu, and after a long time, he still sighed helplessly: "There is no other way. If Lu Yu insists on seeking death, then we have to let him go."
Zhen Yuqin's eyes widened: "He saved my life!"
"Nonsense!"
Zhen Tianxiong immediately scolded and glanced at Zhen Yuqin with a sinister look: "Cultivation has always been about dead Taoist friends but not poor Taoists. Although Lu Yu is kind to you and me, he will die when he dies. Are you going to give up your life and go