In the dark prison, a dragon roar suddenly sounded.
As the sound of the dragon's roar echoed in all directions, the darkness around the prison seemed to be dispersed by a powerful and powerful aura.
This is the ancient martial art, Shenlong Tianyin!
Yin Lao originally practiced demonic skills, and was most afraid of this kind of masculine skills. At this moment, it was as if a mouse had seen a cat, and it hurriedly curled up on the ground, with bursts of black smoke constantly emitting from its body.
"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much!"
Mr. Yin rolled on the ground a few times, and wisps of black smoke kept coming out of his body, unable to be contained at all.
As the black smoke dissipated, Yin Lao's aura began to plummet, and his cultivation also began to decline.
In ancient times, there was a Martial Saint who could kill all the evil spirits within a radius of several miles with a single shout! Therefore, in places where humans gathered in ancient times, there would often be Martial Saints sitting in to protect the living beings in that area from living and working in peace and contentment.
But now, Yin Lao faced Lu Yu directly and felt the power of pure Yang at close range.
I saw that the skin on Yin Lao's body began to fester rapidly, and strands of blood began to seep out from his arms.
And his energy and blood seemed to be unable to support him at this moment.
"Senior, I was wrong, senior! I was too blind to see Mount Tai before, so please be more noble!" Mr. Yin began to beg for mercy.
What seniority, what age.
In the face of absolute strength, all this is just a cloud.
Lu Yu now has the strength to kill him, and Mr. Yin would not dare to make a mistake in front of Lu Yu no matter what.
At this time, Lu Yu, in front of Mr. Yin, was no longer a young man who relied on the power of magic weapons to win by chance. Instead, his cultivation was so unpredictable that even he could not see through Lu Yu's true strength.
"From the moment you murder me, you should have thought about the consequences."
Lu Yu ignored it and did not take action.
The awe-inspiring aura associated with Shenlong Tianyin has completely invaded Yin Lao's internal organs.
This kind of aura is already deadly enough to their demonic cultivators.
There was no need for Lu Yu to take action at all. Yin Lao's voice became smaller and smaller, and he curled up on the ground, unable to move at all.
Yin Lao is actually dead.
There was silence all around, and everyone in the surrounding cells stared dumbly at what was happening in front of them.
They all know the strength of Mr. Yin.
This is the top worshiper of the Wang family. He often follows Wang Kang and is the most powerful minion of the Wang family.
Here, I don’t know how many people were captured by Mr. Yin.
No one expected that the usually arrogant Yin Lao would die in such a place, and his death would be so miserable.
"Just now he stopped shouting, and I felt that my brain went blank, like the sound of heaven falling. I have never heard of this move. It seems that this guy's origin is not simple."
"I don't know which force's younger generation he is. We have been imprisoned here for so long, and we don't know when such a genius appeared outside."
The people in the cell started talking among themselves.
"Thank you for your help, little friend. Thank you very much this time." The old man stood up and walked out along the hole that Lu Yu tore open.
After leaving the prison, his body stumbled and fell to the ground, but there was still an excited expression on his face.
Leaving the cell means leaving the range of the forbidden magic circle.