Chapter seven hundred and twentieth a great prestige
Saving people is like putting out fires. The idea of Huang Yujin and others was to find a way to rescue Ling Donglai. It didn't matter the inn, as long as the person was fine.
Sun Xu had no such idea at all. After briefly understanding the situation, he responded directly and straightforwardly, "Since the Cangming Sect dared to touch Brother Ling, and the incident started from Sun, Sun will naturally be responsible. I
We will set off immediately and rush back to Zhanshe Town!"
Huang Yujin and others' persuasion was ineffective, so they had no choice but to agree and risk their lives to accompany the gentleman.
The four of them took Xiaoxiao and left Tiezhang Town overnight and headed straight for Zhanshe Town. Before them, the monks who were forced to come here by Lu Hu had already rushed towards Zhanshe Town with some frustration and urgency.
Go to Snake Town.
I hope Lu Hu can be a little more reasonable on this matter, but it's just a thought, and the possibility is not very high.
The golden moon shines with silver light, rustling like shooting stars.
The group of people were as fast as meteors, like lightning, flashing across the quiet wilderness.
Huang Yujin and others were originally worried that Sun Xu would not be able to keep up with their speed with one person, but now it seems that they were definitely overly worried. Not only did Sun Xu's speed not slow down, he was actually still waiting for them.
The three people who were eager to win also used all their strength to prepare to compete with Sun Xu. Even though the two parties had little relationship, they did not want to be beaten by someone who had entered with the help of themselves and others not long ago.
The monks in the combined stage are inferior to each other.
The result was disappointing, hundreds of miles passed by in a blink of an eye, only a few dozen breaths of time.
Sun Xu was still more than ten meters in front, stepping forward unhurriedly, but with every step he took, the distance was hundreds of meters, or even nearly a thousand meters.
From the beginning to the end, the distance between the two parties has not shortened. Huang Yujin is already sweating slightly. If this continues, the three of them will definitely be exhausted.
Forced by desperation, the three of them decided to slow down and take a breather. Sun Xu in front also slowed down and moved freely without any pressure.
"Brother Sun, you are such a monster. Your master must be a top-notch master who has never been born before. This method is beyond our reach!" The three of them were chatting through messages as they hurried on.
As he spoke, he naturally admired Sun Xu very much, and even began to guess who was standing behind Sun Xu.
Compared to the four of them, who were hurrying while retaining their combat power, the monks who sent the message were rushing as hard as they could. When Sun Xu and others were still more than three hundred miles away from Zhanshe Town, these people had already rushed back.
Went to Donglai Inn.
Lu Hu was still sitting there steadily, as if he had not moved from beginning to end for more than ten days, just like a statue.
This group of people had already been included in his consciousness when they were ten miles away. It seemed that they did not have the boy who killed his son, and their expressions became increasingly gloomy.
As soon as several strong men in the Fusion stage entered the lobby of Donglai Inn, they felt a majestic aura, pressing down directly on them.
In the hurry and exhaustion, several people swayed and knelt down on the ground. Several clear pits appeared on the hard granite ground.
Some people couldn't help but open their mouths, spilling blood on the ground.
"Senior Lu, please listen to what I have to say!" Someone hurriedly spoke, his figure already lying on the ground. He couldn't accept it. Not to mention the current situation, even in his heyday, he couldn't make a single move in Lu Hu's hands.
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Lu Hu snorted coldly, and the overwhelming power subsided. All the people in Donglai Inn were like people lacking oxygen, panting heavily.
This is the strength of the Mahayana monks. One person can suppress so many combined monks. As for the monks below the Nascent Soul, they are no different from ants.
In the past ten days or so, except for a few people who thought about running away, the rest didn't even think about resisting.
Those who want to run away will naturally have a very miserable fate. They will either be killed directly, or they will be tortured to the point of death, and then die in incomparable pain.
"Let me hear your reasons. If you cannot satisfy me, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was in despair. It is not up to you to decide whether you are satisfied or not! As for the answer, if you imagine Lu Hu's current mood, you will know that he is definitely dissatisfied.
What if something happens, you still have to have this kind of mentality, everyone has the luck mentality.
"Senior Lu, junior and others felt that they were under the Iron Palm Peak. They split up and soon found out about the kid. Unfortunately, he had already entered the Iron Palm Peak. He has not been seen for such a long time. There is a great possibility.
, died directly in Iron Palm Peak. The junior and others broke through the level many times in a row, but there was no way to get in. It was also because they were powerless!"
Thinking of the hard work of himself and others, this man began to cry as he spoke. It was so miserable that everyone who heard it cried, and everyone who saw it was sad.
However, Lu Hu suddenly remembered whether his son had begged like this before he died, which made people feel sad, and his heart suddenly felt like a knife.
Without hesitation, he waved his hand and the crying man suddenly lifted half a foot off the ground. He was then slapped heavily to the ground by an invisible hand and turned into a pile of flesh.
All that was left was a complete head and almost frightened eyeballs. The light quickly passed away and fell into darkness.
A woman behind Lu Hu suddenly stood up: "Old thief, I and you..."
There is no explanation for the rest of the words. Before the sword appeared in his hand, his body collapsed limply. He was just a Nascent Soul cultivator. Killing him was like killing a chicken.
"Who else wants to try my methods!" Lu Hu sneered, looking at everyone present, as if he was a bloodthirsty demon king, ready to harvest lives and souls at any time.
No one dared to look at each other, they all lowered their heads, and some did not raise their heads at all.
Even Ling Donglai, who had been imprisoned for more than ten days and had not received any water, felt weak and collapsed on the ground, half-relying on the ground, struggling feebly, but unfortunately he had no strength at all.
"Look at you bunch of ant-like trash. You don't have the grace and courage of a monk to have the ability to attack me. If you don't even have the courage, what qualifications do you have to be called a monk? Why don't you just die?"
So that we can save some resources for other monks!"
As Lu Hu spoke, he began to laugh wildly and stood up from his seat. Everyone within a radius of tens of meters was forced out.
He directly smashed through the wall of Donglai Inn and fell heavily to the ground. After struggling for a few times, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
The weak ones were killed on the spot, while the strong ones struggled only slightly. There were also fusion monks who took the opportunity to struggle and escape. However, Lu Hu was already prepared, and a strong wind swept up.
It was like a sword-like wind blade, instantly bringing up a shower of flesh and blood.
Ling Donglai struggled feebly and saw that death was about to come. At this moment, a big hand appeared out of thin air and rescued him.
A cold and stern voice, like a bone-chilling snowy night, quietly echoed in everyone's ears.