As the Zhou family ancestor's voice fell, eighteen runes straddled the black dragon's side, locking it firmly.
The black dragon roared, its body shook, and the dragon scales on it roared, shaking off pieces of soil, and began to struggle hard.
This black dragon has been hidden underground for many years. It is the carrier of the dynasty's luck and carries the destiny of a dynasty.
This ancient dynasty disappeared in the long river of history, but it was not wiped out, but still possessed supreme power.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The black dragon kept attacking the surrounding runes. The eighteen runes flickered, and a series of dazzling light curtains appeared, as if they were about to be broken open in the next moment.
"Dao Lord is too strong. Even if Lu Yu summoned the dragon veins of the ancient dynasty, he was unable to hurt him and was suppressed by his backhand."
Everyone was trembling with fear as they saw that Lu Yu was already their backbone.
If Lu Yu loses, the fate of these people will definitely not be that good.
The ancestors of the Zhou family have been dormant for so many years, and now they suddenly appear in public. It must have been planned. If they cannot obey, they will only be destroyed.
Above the sky.
The ancestor of the Zhou family evolved the method again and punched it down hard.
This fist, just waved once, can make all kinds of strange images flash around, with dragons and tigers surrounding you, and stars disappearing.
"Boom!"
The dull loud noise resounded through the sky in the blink of an eye.
The sound was so heavy that many monks with weak cultivation levels had their eardrums shaken. They fell to the ground clutching their hearts and fainted.
Everyone felt their scalps numb. Although the punch was not directed at them, just a glance was enough to make people remember it fresh.
The fist was as powerful as a sharp edge, and in an instant he came to Lu Yu with overwhelming force.
Lu Yu cast a spell to resist, and suddenly the sky was full of scenes filled with radiant magic.
A group of phantoms of gods and Buddhas in front of Lu Yu were instantly crushed. Lu Yu also stepped back dozens of steps and hit the lake hard.
Lu Yu stepped on the water, and the excess energy was released by him. Behind him, the sky was filled with rapids, and countless water splashes were blown up by the force.
"Are you convinced?"
From the sky, the calm voice of the ancestor of the Zhou family came.
Lu Yu suddenly looked at the sky, his black hair disheveled, and a strong fighting spirit flashed in his eyes: "Come again!"
Another fierce punch came down from high in the sky and hit Lu Yu hard.
This time Lu Yu was smashed into a depth of tens of meters underwater, and the force of his fist was so powerful that it not only crushed all the spells Lu Yu cast, but also broke the flexibility of the water, releasing all the power on Lu Yu.
Although Lu Yu is a Martial Saint, he is still in a physical body, with blood constantly seeping out, and strands of blood flowing down his arms.
The ancestor of the Zhou family floated above Lu Yu's head and said condescendingly: "Are you convinced now?"
There was silence all around, and no one thought Lu Yu was embarrassed.
What he is facing here is the Dharma of Dao Lord, who is the strongest fighting force in the entire heaven.
Being able to talk and laugh freely in front of such a strong man is already quite good, and Lu Yu withstood two punches from the ancestor of the Zhou family. Even if he was placed outside, it would be enough to shock the world.
"You haven't achieved the position of Dao Lord yet!"
Lu Yu raised his head, held his head high and strutted with a rainbow of momentum: "The body is immortal, but the soul has not yet cultivated into a soul. You open your mouth and shut up to surrender to this and that. Who do you think you are!"