"This spell is the spell of the ancient Heavenly Resentment Sect!"
Lu Yu once studied scriptures in the illusion of ancient heaven, and had some understanding of many things in ancient times.
In the "Luotian Dadian", which describes many immortal sects in ancient times, such a sect was once recorded.
It is said that a Xuanxian came out of the Tianyuan Sect in ancient times. The sect specializes in cultivating spells. Their spells are vicious and cruel, and few people are willing to provoke them.
In the ancient world of China, there were many witch clans in the wild ancient forests who practiced the immortal methods passed down by this sect and were able to open the gate of heaven.
According to rumors, the ancient Xuanxian from the Heavenly Resentment Sect once cast a spell non-stop for seventy-seven forty-nine days to pull a god off his throne. Eventually, the god lost his throne and died.
"He has obtained the inheritance of the ancient Heavenly Resentment Sect, but this inheritance is not complete!"
In a short period of time, Lu Yu immediately understood the trump card of the Emperor of the Ten Directions.
Although the methods he used were not superb, they were blessed by his own cultivation and were equally astonishingly powerful when used.
"The Xuantian Sutra is one of the three ancient Dao Sutras, and the Xuantian Dao Ancestor who created it is a Daluo Jinxian-level figure. Although the ancient Heavenly Resentment Sect's immortal method is ruthless, it is a small way. Using the Xuantian Sutra should have a chance to break it
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Lu Yu made a decisive decision and immediately started to use Xuantian Sutra skills all over his body to dissolve the power of the spell.
The mighty magic power of Xuantian Sutra flows rapidly along the meridians all over the body. The original feeling like being pricked by needles begins to slowly dissipate.
"effective!"
Lu Yu raised his eyebrows and felt reassured.
But in the eyes of outsiders, Lu Yu was stagnant in the void, motionless.
"He's been hit, capture him quickly!" Several Shura kings shouted excitedly, calling on their men to capture Lu Yu.
The other Shura swarmed up and cuffed Lu Yu tightly with iron cuffs. More than thirty Shura surrounded Lu Yu to prevent him from escaping.
On the other side of the iron shackles, there were also long iron chains, and each chain was grabbed by Shura.
Lu Yu's killing spree had just left a deep impression on these Shura. Although Shura was bloodthirsty, he would inevitably feel timid when facing a strong person.
"Everyone, get out of here!"
Emperor Shifang rushed forward impatiently and grabbed Lu Yu.
"Boy, aren't you very good at running? You didn't fall into my hands in the end!" Emperor Shifang stared at the head-decapitating knife in Lu Yu's hand with greedy eyes: "This magic weapon is simply a waste of nature in your hands.
You might as well leave it to me!"
He had long seen that the magic weapon in Lu Yu's hand was extraordinary!
The Cutting Sword was one of the top imperial weapons in the beginning. Even though it has gone through countless turmoils and is no longer what it used to be, it is still a precious magic weapon!
The Emperor of the Ten Directions has just been promoted to the realm, and his background is insufficient, and he does not have a magic weapon in his hand.
"There should be many secrets about this kid. Why don't I make this soul into a puppet now and take all the treasures from him. Jiuxiao only said he wanted live birds, but he didn't say what he could do to him.
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This greed can no longer be contained.
An old and thin hand stretched out from the Shifang Emperor's cloak and grabbed Lu Yu's arm directly.
"Let go of your mind and surrender to me!" In the soul of the Emperor of the Ten Directions, a spiritual thought was immediately released and fell into Lu Yu's mind.
This voice was not loud, but when it fell in Lu Yu's ears, it was like Hong Zhong Dalu. Every voice was urging Lu Yu to surrender.
Lu Yu was motionless, his whole body stiffened, as if he was really being controlled by the Emperor of the Ten Directions.