The eight formation masters finally lost their composure.
They joined forces, made secrets with their fingertips, chanted incantations in their mouths, and hit the star map array in front of them one after another.
For an instant, light flickered above the star map array, and the dazzling golden light scattered a little before finally converging into a long footprint.
Those footprints lead directly to the direction of the divine capital!
Several array masters looked cautious. They followed the route of the footprints and finally found a young figure.
At this moment, Lu Yu was still standing not far from the capital of the gods. There were runes around him, either bright or dark, and he was using fortune-telling methods to deduce the whereabouts of Bo Xun.
Destiny is like a thread, criss-crossing, looking for many clues.
Suddenly, Lu Yu sensed something and turned his head to look in the direction of the star map formation.
His eyes were deep, as if there was an abyss hidden inside, looking deeply in the direction of the formation.
Just took a look.
In the top floor hall of Qintian Prison in the divine capital, eight formation masters wailed at the same time and collapsed to the ground.
There was chaos all around, and many attendants rushed forward to help these formation masters up.
The formation masters who can sit here are among the top master-level figures in the Tang Dynasty. These people have a noble status and cannot be compromised.
However, the eight formation masters were already bleeding from all their orifices, which was quite tragic.
"Grandmaster, are you okay?"
"What's going on? Why did the masters suddenly become like this!"
All the attendants were panicked.
For people like them, every grandmaster is a mythical existence. Who can make them become like this?
Everyone pinched him and gave him pills, and finally the master slowly woke up.
"Grandmaster, you're awake!" Several followers were extremely surprised.
Unexpectedly, the master slowly opened his eyes, which were filled with bloodshot eyes.
"Hurry... tell your right minister quickly!"
The formation master's voice was hoarse and trembling.
The attendant was slightly startled: "What did you say?"
"Tell the right minister... Emperor Qin! Emperor Qin is here!"
The formation master used his last bit of strength to spit out a few words, then vomited blood and died.
Several other formation masters also stopped breathing one after another.
The power of Lu Yu's soul is too strong, just a glance is not something these people can bear.
The attendants put down the corpses of several masters and looked at each other.
Suddenly, someone remembered the grandmaster's instructions before leaving, and ran out in panic.
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Lu Yu knew nothing about what happened in Qin Tian Prison.
His expression was cold, and he killed eight formation masters with one glance, but his expression remained as normal, as if he had just killed a few ants.
Lu Yu's eyes fell on the prosperous city in front of him.
City of Gods.
During the Dayu period, this place was also called Sea Saint Star.
Later, the rise of the Tang Dynasty made this place the capital of the country, making this place even more prosperous.
Many medieval-style buildings stand in every corner of Shendu City. There are numerous shops and cities scattered in every corner of Shendu City. The people live and work in peace and contentment, creating a prosperous scene.
"This is the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty, and the luck here is so prosperous!"
Lu Yu frowned.
In front of him, the Golden Dragon of Luck of the Tang Dynasty hung in the air, its light flashing and its golden light shining brightly.
I thought that after the disastrous defeat in the Tang-Yu War, the Tang Dynasty would decline from then on, but I didn't expect that it could maintain such a prosperous national power.
It can be foreseen that in a few years, Datang will regain its strength and be able to organize a powerful army again.