As Lu Yu recited the mantras one after another, the surroundings were suddenly enveloped in white light.
Even though these monks had great cultivation, they couldn't help but close their eyes under this intense light.
There were no screams.
Some only make a sound of "Puff, Puff, Puff", like the sound of ice cubes falling into flames.
The original penetrating roars of the ancient demons gradually dissipated, and finally faded into nothingness in this dazzling white light.
It took a long time for everyone to wake up from the light that was like daylight.
Look around.
On the ground, there were lumps of coke.
The shadows that originally planned to kill them have long since disappeared.
There was also a smell of burnt stuff in the air, which was very pungent.
He Qianqian and others were stunned on the spot.
after a long time.
A disciple said tremblingly: "I am so dazzled. Are all those strong people in the out-of-body realm dead?"
Die in the hands of this kid who only has the cultivation level of magic power in front of you?
how can that be possible?
Perhaps the white light just now was emitted by the magic weapon on Lu Yu's body.
Thinking of this, everyone felt relieved.
Song Han said disdainfully: "This kid is pretending to be the same when he comes out. He just has a magic weapon in his hand. What's so great about it?"
He had already forgotten how embarrassed he was just now.
Lu Yu gradually retracted his spell, and a light flashed in his eyes.
If an ordinary mana realm were to cast this kind of spell, I'm afraid the man would have exhausted his mana and die before the spell was cast.
However, Lu Yu is different.
No one's divine spring will take the shape of a country like his.
Most of the sacred springs for ordinary people are the size of a courtyard.
One courtyard, one world.
The difference is obvious.
Ji Chenyu looked at Lu Yu blankly.
She thought she was dreaming.
On the Wild God Boat, Lu Yu fell off the lower deck. She thought she would never see Lu Yu again.
But now, Lu Yu appeared in front of her again.
When Ji Chenyu was trapped by a nightmare, it was Lu Yu who rescued her.
But now, it is still Lu Yu.
"Could it be...that this is fate?" Ji Chenyu's heart couldn't help but beat fast as he wanted to hit this place.
As she watched, Lu Yu walked towards her step by step.
God, what would he say? Would he ask me how I was doing?
Why did he want to save me?
For a moment, Ji Chenyu was in a state of confusion.
It was like a small deer that kept hitting Ji Chenyu's heart.
Lu Yu walked up to Ji Chenyu and said in a deep voice: "Hurry up!"
"What?" Ji Chenyu was slightly stunned, not knowing why Lu Yu spoke like this.
Lu Yu didn't intend to talk nonsense with her, he picked her up directly and rushed towards the distance.
His figure was very fast, he took up the Wandering Dragon Step, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
Everyone was stunned for a while.
This kid, get rid of those ghosts and then run away like this?
Song Han said disdainfully: "He still has some self-awareness. He knows that he is no match for those ghosts, so he ran away secretly."
He Qianqian and others said: "Then what should we do next?"
Song Han vowed: "This must have exceeded the scope of the outer disciples' assessment. Let's wait here quietly. When the time comes, my father and other inner disciples will definitely come to rescue us!"
"Senior Brother Song is right." The rest of the handyman disciples all regarded Song Han as their backbone.
Song Han felt proud in his heart, smiling on his face, and was about to boast a few words.
But suddenly, a majestic voice came from the hall behind him.