Under the majestic and tall city walls, people appear extremely small.
Only when you get close can you feel a deep shock, which is a bit overwhelming.
In front of the city, there are many mutilated corpses.
These corpses are not like human corpses, each one is very huge, and the crystal bones glow with a cold light, which makes people feel a little shuddering.
"They are monstersbut why do they have human faces?"
"I tried it just now, and my flying sword couldn't even cut through the skin of dead bodies. How powerful these corpses must have been before they were alive."
The corpses in front of everyone were piled up in disorder, forming a scene of corpse piles.
Zhen Tianxiong and other strong men followed Lingxiaozong. They knew very well that Lingxiaozong understood more about this place than they did.
"There may have been a big war here. Even such a powerful existence can die. I don't know what they have experienced." Zhen Yuqin sighed.
Lu Yu stood in front of a pile of corpses, watching all this, the cold light in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
They are not monsters, nor are they human.
They are ghosts.
The eighteen realms of the underworld are in charge of endless hell ghosts.
And Lu Yu's Netherworld Senluo Temple is the place where these ghosts live.
Now, they are all dead.
After the death of Daoist Youming in the last life, Lu Yu didn't know what happened, but they did die completely.
"What happened to make you what you are now." Lu Yu murmured.
Lu Yu suddenly noticed something, stepped forward and picked it up.
This is a token with the words "Sen Luo Dian Centurion" engraved in ghost characters on it.
"I don't know what's going on with the other halls, but since the Senluo Hall has been destroyed, I'm afraid the other magic weapons will also be doomed."
Lu Yu's thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
Long Shun suddenly put a hand on Lu Yu's shoulder, and said coldly: "Boy, let us see what is in your hand."
While speaking, the rest of the monks from Guiyuan Pavilion also surrounded him one after another, with bad expressions on their faces.
Lu Yu ignored Long Shun at all, and put the token directly into the storage bag.
"If you want, go find it yourself." Lu Yu suddenly moved, and Long Shun's hand on Lu Yu's shoulder couldn't help but feel a numbness, and he let go immediately.
"Long Shun, what do you want to do!" Zhen Yuqin suddenly said coldly.
"Don't blame Fairy Zhen, I just wanted to have fun with Brother Lu Yu."
Long Shun stared at Lu Yu with a gloomy face, and said with a sneer, "When my spiritual power recovers, I will let you know that in my eyes, mere mortals are nothing more than little ants that can be crushed to death at any time."
Long Shun turned around and left with the group of monks.
Zhen Yuqin looked at Lu Yu, pondered for a moment and said, "Don't worry, they won't dare to touch you with me here."
Lu Yu shook his head, Long Shun was not yet a threat to him.
"It seems that we have to improve our strength as soon as possible, otherwise these Xiao Xiaoxiao really think I'm easy to bully." Lu Yu thought.
Lu Yu and Zhen Yuqin walked together, during which they found many corpses.
Those monks seem to be very concerned about some broken weapons and armor, and some have even started to fight for them.
Lu Yu's eyes swept over, he wanted to find an enemy's body.
Just by looking at it, he knew who the person who destroyed his Netherworld Senluo Palace was.
At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation from a distance.
"Look, what is that!"
"A miracle, could it be that this was left by the strong outsider that day!"
When Lu Yu heard the words, he also glanced over.
Suddenly, he froze.
It was a mountain wall. On the steep cliff, golden characters were written with powerful mana, flying like dragons and phoenixes.
"Emperor Linglong, wash the nether world with blood!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com