my luck is on

In Yongning Palace, Ning Juehui had also seen a similar look, it was the look of expecting to kill.

Lu Yang drew Xu Miao, and Xu Miao turned into an iron-gray saber in mid-air.

Its blade is as wide as a giant whale tossing.

"This sword is called Shocking Biter. There is a saying in ancient times. The kun dies once every thousand years, and devours all souls when he wakes up. That's why it's called Shocking Biter."

After finishing speaking, Lu Yang raised his sword and dropped it.

The entire valley suddenly changed color, and the canyon under Lu Yang's feet shattered and collapsed.

Lu Yang's ears kept buzzing, it turned out that destruction really has its pleasure.

Lu Yang also didn't understand why his emotions suddenly lost control, and he didn't understand how his power could go berserk.

It seems that it is likely that the formation around him has affected his brain, causing the inner demon to escape and control his own power.

Although Lu Yang hit his hands hard because of anger and irritability, the vast collapse in front of him still made him gasp.

Ning Juehui was very far away from Lu Yang, and the worry in her eyes was evident.

Lu Yang sighed, wielding his sword and went straight forward, leaving Ning Juehui behind.

Ning Juehui looked at Lu Yang who was drifting away, and rarely continued to chase him.

The eye contact at that moment made her very clear that it might not be very meaningful to continue to accompany her.

At this moment, what is the melancholy in Ning Juehui's heart?
Is it because he was left behind?
Staring at Lu Yang's back, Ning Juehui felt that this scene was very familiar.

Just like in Jiuhua Mountain that day, I watched my senior brother leave at a loss.

It's really ironic that the same scene happened in a different place and a different time.

Thinking of this, Ning Juehui's vision gradually became hazy, tears filled her eyes, and she desperately looked up to the sky to keep it from falling.

"Is this okay? If you don't catch up, he will go where you can't catch up."

In the dragon whip, the voice of the dragon came.

"So what if we catch up?" Ning Juehui said calmly.

"If you catch up, you still have the opportunity to make a choice. If you stand here, you will lose even the opportunity to choose."

After finishing speaking, Dragon God Whip fell silent.

To be honest, she really didn't know what to do after catching up with Lu Yang.

He didn't even have the courage to talk to his senior brother.

But she was sure of one thing, she couldn't let herself regret it anymore.

The mountains and rivers were shattered, but no aura hit the soul.

The gravel passed through those soul bodies as if wearing nothing.

And when the dust filled the sky, a white shadow flashed past.

Lu Yang looked at the innocent souls who were close at hand, and smiled indifferently.

As we all know, ghosts do not have so-called vision. What they rely on is not so much vision, but rather a sense of anger.

Because of this, the ghosts are extremely threatening to the monks.

First, the Taoists absorb and breathe out the essence of the vitality of the heaven and the earth, so as to practice Taoism and transform.

Therefore, in the eyes of innocent souls, the existence of a monk is no less than that of a shining sun.

After all, the soul is as small as an ant compared to a monk.

The most basic dao spells can easily strangle souls, but wronged souls are different.

The same fragility, the same insignificance, but being wronged because of innocence, made the monks seem to bind their hands and feet when facing the wronged soul.

After all, erasing a soul is already a very high crime, let alone eradicating an innocent and unjust soul.

Unjust souls that have no killing intent, souls that died with innocence, as long as one is inadvertently wiped out, it means that there is no hope of surviving the catastrophe in this life.

Therefore, many evil ways will take advantage of this point, and some unjust souls are mixed with the dead souls to attack monks.

If a righteous monk attacks a wronged soul, there is no hope of surviving the catastrophe, and if he is at a loss, he will sit and wait for death.

Many monks, in this dilemma, can only flee.

It is also because of this that wronged souls are often used in the defense of sects. After all, no one wants to commit heinous crimes.

But Lu Yang was different. Just closing the door of life and opening the door of death made the souls unable to detect his existence.

Whether the ghost exists or not is insignificant.

But in the blink of an eye, Lu Yang reached the ground.

The original complex and rugged terrain, in a blink of an eye, only the formations are left to maintain the existence of the formation.

The faint green light scattered in all directions, and tens of millions of souls continuously surrounded it.

Or a murderous ghost, or a phantom who is unjustly wronged, or an ignorant spirit,

Lu Yang looked around, the emptiness in his hand gradually dissipated, and bursts of mist faintly formed on the hilt of the sword.

The notch of the double blade trembled slightly in Lu Yang's palm, and he waved it with a wry smile.

The buzzing sound came from the sword body, and the sound echoed the vibration of the atmosphere, and the surrounding space was also shaken.

The air is like a mottled wall, and the silver-white runes are branded in the sky, imprisoning the dead souls in the space.

Looking at the runes half-floating and half-sinking in the sky, Lu Yang was slightly taken aback, and the void in his hand kept emitting sound waves.

The rune was swallowed by the sound wave, and Nuo Da's formation collapsed and scattered in front of Lu Yang's eyes.

"Brother, is this?"

Ning Juehui looked at the strange scene in front of her in surprise, completely unable to understand what happened in front of her.

Lu Yang made a silent gesture, and the emptiness in his hand resonated with the valley, sky, soul and body.

A wave of regretful heart sounds kept coming, washing the soul and purifying the world's stolen goods.

Ning Juehui wiped away the tears that flowed quietly from the corner of her eyes. She couldn't even say what the emotion was surging from her heart.

It was a long time ago, forgotten and abandoned.

The warmth of the past, the smile of the past.

Under the bursts of sound waves, the ghosts lost their souls and gradually faded away.

"It is said that there is a bird with a weak and ethereal voice, soothes the soul and worships the spirit..." Lu Yang said suddenly with his back to Ning Juehui.

"Pigeon."

Ning Juehui said calmly.

Lu Yang nodded and said, "The rumored soul guide can purify and calm the mind."

"I destroyed a city."

Lu Yang turned around, looked at Ning Juehui and said.

"Destroy the city?" Ning Juehui said in astonishment, "Brother, which city do you want to destroy?"

"The city of magic!"

Lu Yang said coldly, "I'm afraid Yi Qingfeng has really fallen into the hands of the Mo Dao. I want them to hand him over!"

Speaking of this, Lu Yang noticed Ning Juehui's worried face, and sighed: "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion."

"Senior brother, you..."

Ning Juehui didn't finish speaking, she became very nervous.

A while ago, a mighty evil spirit rushed over!

The wind was piercing, and the evil spirit gradually permeated the entire sky.

Although Ning Juehui was surprised, the dragon's breath around her was enough to keep the evil spirit from getting close.

"Sure enough, this array is not a simple soul-sealing array."

Lu Yang looked at the evil spirit in front of him with a hint of regret.

"That is?"

As Ning Juehui asked, pinching the formula with her fingers, she commanded layers of misty mist to surround Lu Yang and herself from all directions.