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Chapter 152 The Ninth Floor of Dragon Qi Realm

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    A huge yin whirlpool had already appeared around Lu Yu's body.

    Those yin qi, which seemed to have been silent for many years, finally found their way out and poured into Lu Yu's body one after another.

    Boom!  boom!  boom!

    In Lu Yu's body, there seemed to be thunderous resounding, and trembling echoes were everywhere around him.

    "Hey, my eyesight is blurred today? It took less than a day to break through the Dragon Qi Realm!" Fatty Zhang had a big mouth, and his eyes were full of shock.

    Even in the Dragon Qi Realm, there is no such a breakthrough, right?

    There are also countless peerless geniuses in China. Their breakthroughs can be described as fast, but there is no one who cultivates like this.

    What is this, don't you need to practice to improve your strength!

    "This yin energy is not enough!"

    Lu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, which were brighter than ever before.

    He is now on the ninth floor of the Dragon Qi Realm, only one step away from the Transformation Gang Realm.

    This hall is the place where Lu Yu stayed in the previous life, so Lu Yu is very familiar with it.

    Here, there used to be a huge dragon chair, where countless strong men from the Eighteen Realms of the Nether world would pay homage to the Taoist Lord Nether.

    But now, everything is gone.

    On the high platform, the dragon chair disappeared, and some only had a coffin.

    Under the high platform, the strong man who had sworn to die for the Taoist Nether turned into withered bones.

    However, the mysterious Tai Chi Diagram requires too much Yin Qi.

    For Lu Yu, these yin qi are not enough for Lu Yu to break through the realm!

    Lu Yu set his eyes on the coffin above the high platform.

    That is, Ye Xuelan.

    Lu Yu could see Ye Xuelan, but couldn't feel her breath.

    In other words, Ye Xuelan died.

    How could he die!

    Ye Xuelan has a gentle personality and rarely provokes any enemies.

    Besides, she is still a strong Taoist monarch, and there are only a handful of people who can threaten her life, even in the heavens and myriad worlds

    At this moment, the battle between Yin Luozong and the monks has entered a fierce stage.

    "Let you go, if you don't go, you will die!" The mysterious palace master was furious.

    He originally reserved means to deal with the spirits guarding the altar.

    However, he didn't expect to meet these monks here, which disrupted all his plans.

    Zhen Tianxiong said loudly: "Yin Luozong, go back to your old lair, this is not a place for you to be presumptuous!"

    Those formation masters have been extremely fully supplemented at this moment.

    The monks left all the remaining pills to this group of formation masters.

    They immediately started to set up the formation, and maintained the formation and moved forward. Those Yin Luozong people were retreating steadily, and they could not stop them at all.

    "Shame on your face, go to hell!"

    The mysterious palace master suddenly released several black stones from his arms.

    These stones did not look special on the surface, but when Zhen Tianxiong and others saw them, their pupils suddenly shrank: "Ghost King Lei!"

    "Go!" Without the slightest hesitation, Zhen Tianxiong and others turned around and prepared to leave.

    The mysterious hall master smiled coldly: "Do you think you can still leave!"

    Whoosh!

    The few black stones were thrown out, but they exploded in an instant.

    Boom!

    Accompanied by a sound that resounded through heaven and earth, the roaring sound exploded in everyone's ears.

    A few monks who had no time to dodge, were directly affected by the blast wave, and instantly lost their souls.

    "The things inside all belong to my Yin Luozong. You are mere ants, dare to spy on my treasure!" The mysterious palace master glanced at those people with disdain, and dropped his palm again.

    Only a bang was heard, and the figure of Zhenling began to become blurred.

    "Taoist old slave, I can't hold on anymore." The regretful voice of the old man of Zhenling echoed in the hall.

    "Old man, you have lived long enough, die!" The mysterious hall master sneered, and slapped the old man with a palm.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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