The person who was still mocking Lu Yu just now decisively shut his mouth.
A flash of shock flashed across the old Taoist's cloudy eyes. He never thought that with so many worshipers joining forces to attack, variables would arise.
"He...he's dead."
A disciple from the palace came forward to check his breathing, only to find that the worshiper with bleeding from all his orifices had lost his voice and was dead on the seat.
"Poof! Poof!"
There were people nearby who vomited blood one after another, and three more worshipers woke up after vomiting blood.
A look of horror flashed in each of their eyes.
"It's too scary. He actually has a way to attack the spiritual consciousness. Even though we are the Dharma manifested by Wanli, our souls are still hurt by him." Someone murmured.
The old Taoist frowned: "That kid is not that strong, isn't he? You can't take him down even if you work together?"
The man shook his head: "No, you underestimated him. We should have thought of it a long time ago. If this person is easy to deal with, why would the prince let us come out to help."
The beautiful woman said disdainfully: "Isn't he just a young boy? There is nothing to be afraid of. You must have underestimated the enemy."
The external appearance they had displayed before was destroyed by Lu Yu with one blow, leaving no trace of face behind. They felt very dissatisfied and still had a arrogant expression on their faces.
The worshiper shook his head and was about to say something when suddenly a roaring sound came from behind.
It was a burly man with bare arms, and his forehead was engraved with mysterious divine patterns. Behind the man, there was a halo of light, which was condensed by the power of incense and thought, and was often possessed by gods.
He is the God of Weishui.
The Weishui River flows through every corner of the Weiyang continent, and many states and counties have temples dedicated to the God of the Weishui River.
This is a righteous god who has been canonized through the list of gods. He can accept believers openly and openly, which is far beyond what those small country gods can match.
At this moment, a wisp of green smoke gradually rose from the head of the God of the Weishui River, and there were countless runes surrounding his forehead. This was a sign of excessive use of the spirit.
Only some people with unprecedentedly powerful soul abilities can do this, otherwise it will not only damage the soul, but in more severe cases, the person may even directly become dementia.
Many people don't know what the God of the Weishui River is going through, but the fiercely flashing runes on his head already know the intensity of his fighting skills.
The surrounding void is filled with violent mana fluctuations.
Everyone looked nervously at the old man who had made a mocking comment before. Although his face was still disdainful, he still said nothing.
Twelve people went out to worship, but now only the God of Weishui still persists.
Many people have realized that Lu Yu is not as unbearable as the rumors say, and is probably a top strong man.
King Qi is really in danger this time.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
At this moment, behind the God of Weishui, a burst of explosive sound suddenly came out.
Above his head, visions appeared one after another, and tens of thousands of phantoms of living beings appeared and reappeared. The figures of the elderly, children, monsters, etc. disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Those are the believers of Weishui. They place their faith in the gods and provide incense to send them.
At this time, even the power of incense is burning rapidly, and one can imagine the intensity of the battle.
Suddenly, a loud noise came from around the Weishui God, and air waves swept in all directions, overturning all the tables and chairs around him.
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