"Lu Yu..." Yan Zhenqing's voice was extremely hoarse.
Lu Yu stepped forward and came to Yan Zhenqing's side.
"This time... I didn't kill you. You are indeed a person with great luck. Ahem, cough..." Yan Zhenqing managed to say a word and started to cough violently.
He was coughing up blood from his mouth.
The strong explosion force even destroyed the internal organs and spleen in his body, causing him serious injuries.
Not only that, Yan Zhenqing's soul has been completely destroyed.
He is now no different from an ordinary mortal, slumped on the ground, quietly waiting for death to come.
Lu Yu looked at Yan Zhenqing quietly. Even if he didn't take action, Yan Zhenqing would have no way out.
His current situation is just a return to the past, and it won't be long before the lamp will run out.
"It's a pity... we still underestimated the enemy... After this battle, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Tang Dynasty to contain you... The Jiedu Envoy of the Tang Dynasty was in chaos back then, just to encourage the bandits to respect themselves, and we have made the same mistake again... Ahem!"
Yan Zhenqing was already gibbering a little nonsense when he spoke.
"I have investigated you... There is one thing that I don't know very well. Why do you grow so fast? When you were in the lower realm, you behaved strangely. I, the Tang Dynasty, started planning in the Middle Ages. His Majesty's comeback, everything
It’s all arranged.”
"But you... you are just a prince from a mortal country in the lower realm. Not to mention the heaven, even in the lower realm, there are a lot of people like you. Before you were seventeen, you were still regarded as a fool, but at ten
After you were seven years old, you suddenly rose up and worshiped a mortal god and actually caused the statue to be struck by lightning. You are not a born saint, how did you do it?"
Before Yan Zhenqing died, he asked his last question.
Not only him, but all the powerful people in the Tang Dynasty had such doubts after investigating Lu Yu.
Smoke filled the air and the battlefield was desolate.
Lu Yu's voice echoed in Yan Zhenqing's ears.
"I am Xuan Ye." Lu Yu said.
Yan Zhenqing opened his eyes wide and stared at Lu Yu.
Everyone in the heaven thought that Lord Netherworld was dead, but now he actually changed his identity and was reincarnated!
After a long while, Yan Zhenqing said slowly: "I should have thought of it earlier, the laws of hell, becoming famous at a young age... You have changed so much!"
Yan Zhenqing finally couldn't hold it any longer and closed her eyes.
A generation of Taoist kings fell like this.
Lu Yu stepped forward and cut off Yan Zhenqing's head.
Suddenly thunder appeared in the sky, as if the sky was roaring.
This is heaven and earth weeping for the death of the sage of calligraphy.
Lu Yu held the head in his hand and came to a towering mountain peak under the gaze of everyone.
"The Taoist Lord of the Tang Dynasty is dead! Our army is victorious!" Lu Yu shouted loudly.
There was a roar all around.
Everyone is venting their inner emotions.
They were sad and angry, their mountains and rivers were shattered, and they were struggling to survive under the iron heel of the Tang army.
All the grievances seemed to be washed away at this moment, and the shame could only be cleared with blood.
No one cheered, only sorrow.
The dead Yan Zhenqing still had a corpse, but Prince Gu didn't even have a corpse. There was no real dead body.
"drink--"
Lu Yu suddenly let out a dragon roar and roared at the statue of Li Jing in the distance.
The towering statue of Li Jing was torn apart in an instant, turning into rubble and flying and shattering.
Someone touched a dragon flag into Lu Yu's hand.
The dragon flag was stained with blood and covered with wind and frost, which symbolized that the Zhao family's royal family was in the army.
The only thing Prince Gu has left in this world is this battle flag.
Lu Yu put away the battle flag, looked at the faces around him, and said, "Let's go home."