Peerless Taoist

Lu Changqing's eyes regained a bit of clarity, and he could not help but break out in a cold sweat.    

If he allowed that state to continue, and fell into a state of madness for a long time, he would eventually die of exhaustion.    

After saving two people, Lu Yu turned around and left without any hesitation.    

The evil spirits from all directions came from all directions. Their roars were deafening. If a person's will was not firm, he would be scared to the point that his legs would soften and he would not dare to move in front of this group of evil spirits.    

As the three of them charged forward, they suddenly realized that the attacks of the evil spirits from all four directions had weakened. They weren't as ferocious as before.    

Yin energy from all four directions enveloped the empty underground palace, and a figure stood in the air, blocking in front of the three of them.    

A dragon robe fluttered along with the breeze, and Li Xu's long hair drifted in the wind. Even after a thousand years, his body still did not rot, as if he had truly lived.    

"He is clearly dead. Why do I have a feeling that he is still alive?" Lu Changqing muttered.    

He was also an old general who had fought on the battlefield for many years. He had seen a sea of blood and mountains of corpses, but when faced with such a corpse, he felt his scalp go numb.    

"Maybe he's really still alive."    

Huang Tiansheng looked at the ghosts in all directions and said, "These ghosts only know how to kill, but they still maintain respect for Li Xu, as if they were facing their own emperor when they were alive."    

"They don't come with good intentions. Attack!" Lu Yu waved his hand, and a powerful energy surged in his hand. Then, a golden palm print was struck out.    

The golden palm print blotted out the sky and blotted out the sun. It was accompanied by the sound of howling wind. The space around Lu Yu twisted violently, creating black holes.    

Lee Xu's face was still wearing a gloomy expression.    

He raised his head slightly. There was a golden dragon coiled around his body, circling in all directions. Although he looked lifeless, every move he made was brilliant and filled with a sacred and solemn aura.    

Li Xu struck out with his palm as well. He forcefully received Lu Yu's palm seal.    

"Boom!"    

Lee Xu received the attack without suffering any injuries.    

With Lu Yu's current cultivation level, even if he was an expert at the third level of the sector lord realm, he still needed to be cautious in dealing with it. If he was not careful, he might die.    

But looking at Li Xu's relaxed posture, he actually easily broke through Lu Yu's means, and even had some strength left.    

"Thunder, come!"    

Lightning flickered in Sacred Lord Huang Tian's eyes as he performed an incantation gesture with his fingers. Fu Lu floated in the air, and as he burned, bright electric arcs appeared out of thin air and were held in his hands.    

At the same time, Lu Changqing also took a step forward. Red magic power burst out from his body, and he turned into a Fire Saint Statue. His eyes were filled with killing intent.    

This was the Middle Ancient Weapon Saint, Lu Boyan.    

Lu Boyan was also the ancestor of the Lu Family.    

The Lu Family was a family that belonged to the Weapon Saint. Only a few people with deep cultivation level in the Lu Family could awaken the bloodline of the Lu Family and summon the Weapon Saint.    

Lu Changqing had always used it as the finale. Now, facing the son of the Tang Dynasty, he chose to use his strongest technique.    

However, Li Xu did not move at all.    

He only extended his hand. Yin Qi surged in all directions, forming a huge dragon of Yin Qi behind him.    

The dragon howled and actually passed through the lightning, biting down on the phantom image of the War Saint.    

The lightning was extremely Yang, but it did not affect the Yin Qi dragon at all.    

"The might of the War Saint, raging flames burning the camp!"    

Lu Changqing's entire body flickered with brilliance, as if he was in the shadow of the War Saint. The shadow controlled the raging flames to fiercely strike the Yin Qi dragon's body.