Yan Xuanteng finally understood why the Yan family failed so quickly.
The power Lu Yu mastered had already exceeded their expectations. This powerful man from the heaven not only opened the door to the realm, but the power he mastered was also beyond their imagination.
"Your Majesty, save me!"
At the critical moment, Yan Xuanteng decisively chose to ask for help.
Every one of their supreme elders has a talisman refined by King Yama himself, which he can use in times of crisis to save lives.
In the Yan family, this is not only a means of saving life, but also a symbol of status. Not everyone can own it, just like the Shang Fang sword in the imperial court.
Zhila!
The talisman was torn open in an instant, and Yin Qi surged out like a tide, shrouding Yan Xuanteng's side.
In the rolling clouds of Yin Qi, a huge and majestic figure suddenly appeared. He was covered in a dark black dragon robe, and his eyes were like two balls of ghostly fire, slowly burning.
King Yama!
There are countless ghost kings in the underworld, but only King Yama is hereditary and has been passed down from ancient times to the present.
The Yan family is the first-class family in the Netherworld, with a profound heritage. The kings of each generation are stunning and have overwhelming magic power.
"Your Majesty, this person is..." Yan Xuanteng shouted quickly.
But before he finished speaking, a sharp sound that broke through the air suddenly sounded in his ears.
Lu Yu's eyes were deep, and with his fingertips, the majestic sword energy flew out, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, and the sword flew into the sky.
"snort!"
A cold snort came out from the dark shadow of King Yama, and then the shadow raised his hand and slapped it with his palm, as if to block Lu Yu's sword.
"I wonder who dares to stop me?" Lu Yu's voice was cold and could be heard in all directions.
The sword energy rushed forward and broke through King Yama's blockage. It flew past and stabbed Yan Xuanteng's body hard.
"Poof!"
Yan Xuanteng's body was instantly shattered into pieces by the sharp sword energy, with broken blood clots flying everywhere.
He let out a shrill scream, but the sound only lasted for a moment and then stopped abruptly. His soul and body were shattered, and blood mist filled the void.
The phantom of King Yama fluctuated for a while, and he fell into a rage. Lu Yu killed Yan Xuanteng in front of him, without saving him any face.
"How dare you, a mere phantom, come to stop me? Let's wait until your true form appears."
Lu Yu's voice was cold, he raised his hand and shook it, and the huge golden handprint crushed the shadow of King Yama.
This scene was seen by many Yan family monks.
These people were all covered with cold. What a terrifying power this was. Even their incarnations of emperors could not withstand one of the opponent's hands.
A black shadow appeared behind Lu Yu. It was a demon king with a ferocious face. It was the "Killing Demon King" of the Severing Sword.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
At this moment, the Killing Demon King let out bursts of strange laughter, the weapon spirit trembled faintly, and his eyes were full of blood.
"Kill them." Lu Yu said calmly.
One sentence decided the fate of all the Yan family monks.
The Killing Demon King laughed loudly. Compared with many other immortal weapons, it is a completely demonic weapon. It is nourished by blood. The more it kills, the more powerful it becomes.
After being injured by the Zhuxian Sword, the Severing Sword had not yet recovered its strength. The blood on the battlefield was constantly stimulating it.
"kill!"
The Killing Demon King rushed into the crowd of Yan family monks, killing the gods when they were blocked, and killing the Buddha when they were blocked by Buddha. He slashed with his sword, and the monks of the Yan family fell down one after another like harvested wheat.