"Now is not the time for you to negotiate terms. If you dare to put your hands on her, you will be damned!"
Lu Yu decisively rejected Lu Zhidao's proposal. Today's situation is already a fight to the death.
"You really want to kill me, little bastard, I will die with you!" Lu Zhidao decisively blew himself up at the critical moment, trying to pull Lu Yu into his back.
His character is destined to be several times more decisive than Cui Jue.
"You, a person who has already been buried long ago, want to die with me. Are you worthy?"
In Lu Yu's hand, Tai'a Sword made a slight trembling sound, and the strong sword energy penetrated the origin of Lu Zhidao's remnant, killing it decisively.
"I'm not willing to give in... I'm just a little short of this! I can live another life!"
In the void, intermittent chanting sounds could be heard.
Lu Zhidao was completely destroyed. No matter how unwilling he was, it was all in vain.
However, Lu Zhidao's self-destruction brought violent waves of air that also impacted Lu Yu's body.
This kind of self-destruction was so devastating that the ancient temple began to shake violently and dust scattered.
The powerful impact hit Lu Yu's body hard, knocking him a thousand meters away and flying directly into the ancient palace.
Even with Lu Yu's current physical level, he suffered a lot of injuries, but he could still hold on.
"Emperor Qin, how are you!" Pang Nianqiu ran over as soon as he saw Lu Yu appear.
She did not take the opportunity to leave, but looked at Lu Yu nervously.
Lu Yu suddenly came and blocked a fatal blow for her in the midst of the dilemma. Although Pang Nianqiu didn't say anything, he was deeply touched in his heart.
At that time, the door of the ancient palace was closed in front of Pang Nianqiu. Looking at Lu Yu's leaving figure, Pang Nianqiu suddenly felt anxious.
Now, seeing Lu Yu again, Pang Nianqiu felt like he was seeing the blue sky through the clouds, and he was ecstatic.
"Are you injured? Where is the remnant soul?"
With bare white feet, she walked towards Lu Yu step by step, her eyes anxious.
Lu Yu looked at Nian Qiu, whose face was red, and suddenly smiled calmly.
He thought of the scene many years ago, when Lu Yu was chased by gangsters in his previous life, accidentally fell into the mountains and forests, and was rescued by Pang Nianqiu.
At that time, Pang Nianqiu was still a little girl, looking at Lu Yu curiously with her big, clear eyes.
"I'm fine. He's dead. Don't worry."
Lu Yu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Pang Nianqiu.
Pang Nianqiu's heart trembled, but there was a feeling that made her not resist this hand.
Finally, Lu Yu put his hand on Pang Nianqiu's head and patted her little head.
"Let's go home." Lu Yu smiled.
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When Lu Yu and Pang Nianqiu arrived at the ancient palace, it was not long before they arrived.
In the abyss of the ancient palace, among the countless bricks and stones, a black shadow suddenly broke out.
"Cough, cough, cough! Bah, bah, bah! Your uncle, whoever fights here will dry up the ground!"
A black dog appeared out of thin air on the ground.
Its face was disgraced, and it kept spitting out sand from its mouth. It was obviously affected by the battle just now.
Dahei suddenly sniffed with his nose and frowned: "Am I hallucinating? Why did I smell that kid's breath?"
But soon, it regained its rationality, and a trace of greed flashed in its eyes.
"I'm a gold-digger and will never give in! Damn it, there must be a big tomb down here. As long as Hei Ye is dug up, he will be the richest man in the world!"
Greed outweighed anger, Dahei regained his strength and began to dig wildly under the earth again.