Peerless Taoist

Commanders and generals appeared behind Lu Yu, and each of their faces was filled with shock.    

Lu Yu's attack had shocked everyone.    

Who was that Feng Changqing? He could be said to be the number one general under Gao Xianzhi.    

When Tiger Cage Pass had fallen, Feng Changqing had been walking in front of Gao Xianzhi. It could be said that he was the nightmare of Great Yu's army.    

"He's so young. I wonder which clan he's from?"    

"Could he be a genius from a top-class clan, but he seems a little rusty?"    

"I'm afraid he isn't a genius from those families. A few days ago, a young master of the Lu Family fought. At first, he was quite powerful, but in the end, he still died outside."    

The surrounding people started discussing amongst themselves, trying to guess Lu Yu's identity.    

When Wu Jin Hou saw this, the expression on his face finally eased up.    

He had already clearly seen that Lu Yu definitely came prepared, and his strength and foundation far exceeded Feng Changqing's.    

"Spread out, don't affect them." Wu Jin ordered.    

All the generals hurriedly moved aside and watched from afar. Everyone wanted to see what the final outcome would be.    

"Ah!"    

Feng Changqing once again got up, a trickle of blood flowing down his forehead.    

His entire body was now soaked in fresh blood, like an evil ghost that crawled out from hell, his face terrifying, filled with a heavy stench of blood.    

"I can see that you're a body refining cultivator, your physique is indeed very strong"    

Feng Changqing's eyes flickered with a hint of light as he crawled up once more.    

He walked step by step towards Lu Yu once more, and the ferocity on his body became even stronger.    

The people beside him felt a chill run down their spines. Was he still human? How could he still stand up after being beaten to such an extent?    

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows and said in a surprised tone, "So it's the Cultivation Methods you're cultivating. How many dummies have you raised?"    

Although Lu Yu hadn't used his full strength in the last few palm strikes, it wasn't something that Feng Changqing could withstand.    

The reason why he could still stand up was because of the Cultivation Methods that Feng Changqing cultivated.    

The Cultivation Methods was an evil art. It used his human flesh as his bones, and his true blood as his soul. It was forged in his body and refined into a substitute puppet.    

When one was fatally injured, a portion of the damage would be sustained by the puppet.    

This kind of puppet also had its limitations. It had to be a distance away from the caster, or else it would lose its effectiveness.    

Lu Yu looked at the densely packed Tang army not far away. It was obvious that Feng Changqing's substitute puppet was inside.    

Feng Changqing swayed unsteadily and said with a cold smile, "So what if your body is strong? I won't fight you in close combat. When I destroy your soul, you will naturally die."    

His hands formed a seal, and a long and tedious incantation suddenly came out of his mouth.    

The sound was like a midnight snack in the middle of the night, ear-piercing and horrifying.    

Clear lines appeared around Feng Changqing's body. These lines were all ancient runes that had been lost in the Heaven Realm. Only some ancient tribes were still using them.    

Many people felt that the surrounding air had become cold.    

Yin Qi spread out from behind Feng Changqing. Then, a monster with three heads and six arms, thousands of bones under its feet, sharp teeth, and holding a skeleton drilled out from Feng Changqing's back.    

"Wuwuwu..."    

A sobbing sound echoed in the void.    

As soon as the monster appeared, it let out a roar. Its six eyes emitted a strange red light as it looked at everyone in front of it.