Chapter 5450

In the fifth realm controlled by the Yan family, all the temples of the underworld were overthrown, and the temple of Emperor Yan Luo was re-established.

As for the underworld.

A dead god, who would care about his majesty again?

"Forget it, a useless old waste, kill him, it's done." Someone commanded in a flat voice.

Several Yan family cultivators rushed over instantly.

"I fought with you!" The old priest let out a final roar.

His magic weapon had been shattered, and in desperation, the old priest had no choice but to choose the sacrificial sword placed in front of the altar and lay it in front of him.

Sacrificing the Divine Sword is only for decoration, and although the rank is not low, it does not have much killing effect.

But just as he picked up the sacrificial divine sword, the long sword roared, and suddenly a burst of sword energy suddenly swept across the four directions.

"Puff puff!"

A series of muffled sounds came out one after another.

As soon as Jianmang moved, the Yan family cultivators who could no longer stand in front of the old priest fell to the ground.

Blood spurted out and fell on the ground, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and a melodious Divine Comedy reverberated between heaven and earth.

The old priest collapsed to the ground in fright. He was already too weak, his aged body could not support the scarred body, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.

"God, is that you?" In the dimness, the old priest murmured to himself.

"Yes, it's me!"

Ten thousand feet of divine light rose into the sky, and the mottled walls of the temple were cracked, and there were divine patterns vibrating inside.

The radiance shrouded the void, dispelling the darkness of all paths, the Divine Comedy was played above the Nine Heavens, and the sky of all sounds bowed its head at this moment.

The tall statue gradually trembled, and countless runes flickered in the divine light.

Lu Yu stepped out of the statue, and the dazzling light formed a straight avenue in front of him.

Boom!

An invisible spiritual sense burst out, rushing in like a tidal wave, surging, revealing endless killing intent.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The cultivator of the Yan family, who was still in the temple, didn't have time to escape, and immediately his soul was destroyed and turned into ashes.

"God, will I still have a chance to see the gods in my life? I'm not dreaming..." The old priest burst into tears, and his old body couldn't stop shaking.

Lu Yu flicked his finger, and the injuries on the old priest recovered instantly.

Under the shroud of golden light, not only did his injuries return to normal, but even his lifespan improved a little, and his face gradually returned to a healthy rosy appearance.

The Underworld reappears!

Everyone looked at the young man who suddenly walked out of the statue in front of them, and this idea appeared in their minds.

How similar the Nether Daojun was to him back then, his black hair scattered with the wind, and that invincible gesture was an indelible memory of many creatures in the Netherworld.

"He can't be the Underworld God, the Underworld God is dead!" The Yan family cultivator from the outside roared and rushed up again.

They besieged this Underworld Temple, and there were tens of thousands of people. When a group of people died, they immediately made up for it.

Lu Yu snorted coldly, with golden flames fluttering in his eyes, and the two flames were like long galloping dragons, leaping out in an instant and rushing into the crowd.

The sea of ​​​​fire is ruthless, mercilessly engulfing a group of people in an instant, making a piercing scream, and wherever the flames pass, everyone turns to ashes.

Several elders from the Yan family mixed in the crowd, silently spared them, attacked with secret techniques, and turned into several stabs of ice.

But Lu Yu's expression didn't change, he waved his hand lightly, venting out the strength like the collapse of mountains and rivers, beheading several elders of the Yan family, crushing their souls.