In Yongning Palace, Ning Juehui had also seen a similar look, which was a look of anticipation for killing.

Lu Yang drew the void, and the void turned into an iron-gray horse chopping knife in midair.

Its blade is as wide as a giant whale writhing.

"This sword is called Shocking Swallowing, there is a cloud road in the classics, Kun is a thousand years old, and it eats all souls when it wakes up, so it is called Shocking Devouring."

After that, Lu Yang raised his sword and fell.

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 had its pleasure.

Lu Yang didn't understand why his emotions suddenly got out of control, let alone how his strength could go berserk.

It seems that it is likely that the surrounding formations have affected his brain, causing the inner demon to come out and control his power.

Although Lu Yang was heavy 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 undoubtedly revealed.

Lu Yang sighed, and drove straight forward with his sword, leaving Ning Juehui behind him.

Ning Juehui looked at Lu Yang, who was getting farther and farther away, and rarely didn't continue to chase it.

The eye contact at that moment made her know very well that it didn't necessarily mean much to continue to accompany her.

At this moment, what is the melancholy in Ning Juehui's heart?

Is it because I was left behind?

Staring at Lu Yang's back, Ning Juehui felt that this scene was very familiar.

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

It's really ironic, different places, different times, but the same scene happens.

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

"Is that good? If you don't catch up, he'll be where you can't catch up. ”

In the dragon god whip, there was the voice of the dragon.

"What if you catch up?" Ning Juehui said indifferently.

"If you catch up, you still have the opportunity to choose, and if you stand here, you will lose even the opportunity to choose."

The dragon god whip fell silent after speaking.

Seriously, she really didn't know what to do when she caught up with Lu Yang.

I don't even have the courage to talk to my brother.

But she was sure that she couldn't let herself regret it anymore.

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

The rubble passed through the souls as if it were nothing.

And when the dust filled the sky, a wisp of white shadow flashed by.

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

As we all know, there is no such thing as vision, and what they rely on is not so much vision as it is to move by feeling angry.

Because of this, the unjust spirits pose a great threat to the monks.

First, the Taoist absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and then absorbs it, so as to transform the Tao.

Therefore, in the eyes of the unjust soul, the existence of the monk is no less than the existence of the sun, if only that's it.

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

The most basic Dao mantras can easily strangle souls, but unjust souls are different.

The same fragility, the same insignificance, but because of innocence, the monk seems to be bound hands and feet when faced with the wronged soul.

After all, it is already an extremely high sin to erase the soul, not to mention the souls that are innocent and wronged.

A soul that has no intent to kill, a soul that dies unjustly, as long as one is inadvertently wiped out, it is equivalent to a hopeless life.

Therefore, many evil ways will take advantage of this and mix some unjust souls among the dead souls to attack the monks. There is no mistake

If the righteous monks attack the souls, there is no hope of surviving the calamity, and if they are helpless, they will sit back and wait for death.

Many monks, in this dilemma, had no choice but to flee.

It is also because of this that the unjust soul is often used to defend the sect's important places, after all, no one wants to commit heinous sins.

But Lu Yang is different, just closing the door of life and opening the door of death makes it impossible for souls to perceive his existence.

Whether the soul exists or not is insignificant.

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

The original complex and rugged terrain was only left to maintain the existence of the formation in the blink of an eye.

The faint green light scattered in all directions, and tens of millions of souls continued to surround it.

Or a fierce ghost with murderous intent, or a ghost who is wronged, or an ignorant and senseless spirit,

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

The gap between the two blades trembled slightly in Lu Yang's palm, and he waved it with a wry smile.

A humming sound rang out from the sword's body, and the sound echoed the atmosphere that shook it, and the surrounding space also shook it.

The air was like a mottled wall, and silvery-white runes imprinted in the sky, imprisoning the souls of the dead in space.

Looking at those runes that were half-floating and half-sinking in the sky, Lu Yang was slightly stunned, and the void in his hand continued to emit sound waves.

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

"Senior brother, what is this?"

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

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

Streams of regretful heartbeats continue to greet you, washing your soul and purifying the spoils of the world.

Ning Juehui wiped away the tears that flowed quietly from the corners of her eyes, what was this feeling that surged up from her heart, even she couldn't speak.

It's a long, long time ago, forgotten and abandoned.

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

Under the waves of sound, the souls of the ghosts shed their souls, and their figures gradually faded.

"Legend has it that there is a bird with a weak and ethereal voice, soothing the soul and sacrificing the spirit......" Lu Yang turned his back to Ning Juehui and said suddenly.

"Pigeon."

Ning Juehui said indifferently.

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

"I ruined a city."

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

"Destroying the city?" Ning Juehui was stunned and said, "Senior brother, are you going to destroy that city?" ”

"The city of the Devil's Path!"

Lu Yang said with a cold gaze: "I'm afraid Yi Qingfeng has really fallen into the hands of the Demon Dao, I want them to hand them over!" ”

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

"Senior brother, you ......"

Ning Juehui didn't finish speaking, and the whole person became extremely nervous.

A while ago, a mighty evil aura rushed to my face!

The wind was biting, and the evil aura gradually filled the entire sky.

Although Ning Juehui was surprised, with the dragon breath surrounding her, it was enough to make the evil qi unable to get close.

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

Lu Yang looked at the evil aura in front of him with a hint of remorse.

"That's?"

Ning Juehui asked, pinching the magic trick with her fingers, directing layers of hazy and misty mist, surrounding Lu Yang and herself from all directions.