Peerless Taoist

Lu Yu decisively rejected Lu Zhidao's suggestion. In today's situation, it was a matter of life and death.    

"You really want to kill me, little bastard. I will die with you!" At the critical moment, Lu Zhidao decisively self-destructed, wanting to drag Lu Yu down with him.    

His personality was destined to be several times more decisive than Cui Jue's.    

"You have already entered the grave. Do you think you are qualified to die with me?"    

The Taia Sword in Lu Yu's hand trembled slightly. The strong sword Qi pierced through the source of Lu Zhidao's remnant will and killed it.    

"I can't accept it... I was so close, so close! Then I can live another life!"    

In the void, there was an intermittent muttering.    

Lu Zhidao had been completely destroyed. No matter how unwilling he was, he would die for sure.    

However, Lu Zhidao's self-explosion brought with it a violent wave of air that hit Lu Yu's body.    

The explosion was destructive. The ancient palace began to shake violently, and dust began to fall.    

The powerful impact fiercely smashed onto Lu Yu's body, sending him flying a thousand meters away and directly crashing into the ancient palace.    

Even with Lu Yu's current physical strength, he had received a lot of injuries, but he was still able to hold on.    

"Qin Huang, how are you?" When Pang Nianqiu saw Lu Yu, he immediately ran over.    

Instead of taking the opportunity to leave, she looked at Lu Yu nervously.    

Lu Yu had suddenly appeared and blocked a fatal blow for her. Although Pang Nianqiu did not say anything, his heart was deeply moved.    

At that time, the door of the ancient palace closed in front of Pang Nianqiu. Looking at Lu Yu's back as he left, Pang Nianqiu suddenly had a sense of anxiety.    

Now that he saw Lu Yu again, Pang Nianqiu felt as if he had seen through the clouds and mist, and was overjoyed.    

"Are you injured? Where is the residual soul?"    

She walked towards Lu Yu with her bare feet, her eyes filled with anxiety.    

Lu Yu looked at Nian Qiu, whose face was completely red, and suddenly smiled faintly.    

He thought back to how many years ago, Lu Yu had been hunted down by an evil person in his previous life. He had accidentally fallen into the forest and had been saved by Pang Nianqiu.    

At that time, Pang Nianqiu was just a little girl. He looked at Lu Yu curiously with his big clear eyes.    

"I'm fine. He is dead. Don't worry."    

Lu Yu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed at Pang Nianqiu.    

Pang Nianqiu's heart trembled, but she had a feeling that she did not resist this hand.    

In the end, Lu Yu put his hand on Pang Nianqiu's head and patted it.    

"Let's go home," Lu Yu said with a smile.    

...    

... When Lu Yu and Pang Nianqiu arrived, not long after, they entered the ancient palace.    

In the abyss of the ancient palace, a black shadow suddenly broke out from the countless bricks and stones.    

"Cough, cough, cough! Pooh, poo! F * ck you! Who dares to fight here and shatter the ground!"    

A black dog appeared out of thin air on the ground.    

Its face was covered with grime, and it was even spitting out sand from its mouth. Obviously, it had been affected by the battle just now.    

Big Black suddenly sniffed and frowned. "Am I hallucinating? Why do I smell the scent of that kid?"    

But soon, it regained its senses, and a hint of greed flashed across its eyes.    

"I will never bow my head when I touch gold! F * ck, there must be a big tomb down there. As long as I can dig it open, I will be the richest man in the world!"    

Greed was more important than anger. Big Black regrouped and started to dig the ground crazily again.