The sky is dark and there is blood mist in the sky.
Two hundred thousand people died in the blink of an eye. It was as if they had never been here. The smell of blood still lingering in the air was the only trace of their existence.
The surviving people standing in the temple were completely stunned when they saw this scene. Each of them seemed to be in a state of stupidity, staring blankly at the invincible figure under the sky.
Lu Yu was so powerful, from suddenly appearing to sweeping out, almost no one could defeat him wherever he went.
The legions that the Yan family attacked this time were almost all elite, but no one could escape smoothly in front of Lu Yu.
"Is he really the God of Hades?" Many people were shocked, but no one dared to ask.
"Cough cough cough!"
There was a violent coughing of blood, and Fang Ying turned pale and knelt on the ground.
The blood poison has attacked her heart. She was originally controlled by the Blood Poison King. Now that the Blood Poison King dies, the poison can no longer be suppressed.
This is the viciousness of the Blood Poison King. In order to control his blood slaves, he casts spells on the blood slaves. If the Blood Poison King accidentally dies, none of these blood slaves will be able to escape.
When the master dies, the slaves are destroyed. In order to ensure that the Blood Poison King is not killed, those slaves will often devote all their loyalty to him.
"Sir... I forgive my subordinates for their incompetence and failure to successfully complete the mission. The two Qianhu who followed my subordinates were not allowed to die. Now there are only two people left in Tianwang's rescue team."
Fang Ying's voice was quite hoarse, and her mind was a little wandering. She had even forgotten that Lu Yu had ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, and still regarded Lu Yu as the Governor of Dongsheng at that time.
"You won't die." Lu Yu raised his hand, and the golden light fell and shone on Fang Ying.
Wisps of blood mist emanated from Fang Ying's skin, but Fang Ying's symptoms showed no signs of weakening, and instead became more serious.
"It's useless. She has been poisoned by the Blood Poison King. No one in this world can save her." Someone sighed.
The Blood Poison King relied on this poison to dominate an area. If it was solved so easily, how could he become famous because of it?
"My subordinates still have some information, so we can't bring them all into the coffin..." Fang Ying continued weakly.
"If I say you won't die, you won't die."
Lu Yu's voice was like the whisper of a god.
A hand slowly approached Fang Ying's face, the palm of his hand was filled with radiance, as if some kind of law was controlled in his hand.
Controlling the laws is a method that only the Tao Lord can master.
However, although Lu Yu is in the late stage of Xuanxian, how can the pseudo-xian of later generations be compared with the real immortal?
Thousands of blood mist emerged from Fang Ying's body in an instant, and there were countless strands of blood, like spider webs, all of which were controlled by Lu Yu.
A Gu worm suddenly flew out of the blood mist and flew away into the distance. Lu Yu crushed it instantly with a snap of his fingers.
As the Gu worm disappeared, the shocking black blood lines on Fang Ying's neck began to gradually converge and finally dissipated.
"The blood poison has really been dispelled!" Everyone was shocked, as if they had seen an unbelievable scene.
Dispelling blood poison with a snap of your fingers, this is the trick of ghosts and gods!
"Greetings to God!" The old priest looked enthusiastic and was the first to kneel down.
The other monks present also knelt down when they saw this, feeling extremely frightened in their hearts.
Isn’t Hades dead?
But now, the scene they saw in front of them was clearly a method that only gods can use!
At this moment, in the distance of the Iron-clad Hell, dark clouds suddenly rolled in, and there were bursts of thunder.