From Hou Yu's point of view, anyone who brought along the Hou Yi tribe's mortal enemy, the Three-legged Golden Crow to block their way was definitely someone who deserved to die.
Then he thought of the destination in front of him and his current state. The most important thing was that he did not feel the Three-legged Golden Crow's hatred towards the Shaman …
"Move aside," Hou Yu said indifferently.
Tai Wei, who was carrying the three-legged Golden Crow, looked gloomy and murderous.
Even so, when facing the ancient Great Shaman, he still followed the ancient etiquette and bowed silently.
Just as Hou Yu was about to curse, he spoke.
"Do you know who the person whose body you have occupied and whose soul is being oppressed to the brink of death is?"
Was it because of the Evil Emperor's successor again?
Hou Yu was stunned.
He felt that the world had indeed changed.
It was as if the entire world was revolving around the words' successor of the Evil Emperor '.
"I don't know," Hou Yu sighed. "I don't want to know either. It's not important at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to flick Tai Wei away.
Just as Hou Yu was about to flick her finger, Tai Wei sneered and said three words.
"His surname is Lu."
Then, the confused Hou Yu's hand froze in the air.
No matter how muddle-headed he was, he still remembered this surname.
But it was as if hearing this surname at this time and place was a very absurd thing.
Therefore, Hou Yu could not help but ask.
"His surname is Lu?"
Supreme Wei was still sneering and repeated gloomily, "His surname is Lu!"
Then, not only did Hou Yu's hands stiffen, her entire body stiffened as well.
His calm expression, which did not change even when he was about to die, suddenly became interesting.
"That's not possible, right …"
Hou Yu looked at Tai Wei as if she was talking to herself. Tai Wei's sneer did not change.
Therefore, he knew that it was not impossible.
The one whose body he had taken over was surnamed Lu.
The one whose spirit was about to perish under the pressure of his remnant consciousness was surnamed Lu.
He had even borrowed half a strand of Wizard Power from this person surnamed Lu to be temporarily reborn.
He recalled the situation of the ancient Primordial World …
He recalled the simple Lu Village …
He recalled the widespread joke of a group of golden-winged rocs flying past, but because the people of Lu Village wanted to weave clothes, their feathers were plucked clean …
He recalled the family that didn't make him angry. When he did, even he was afraid of himself …
…
Hou Yu felt her hair stand on end, and countless resentment arose in her heart.
What the hell are you doing in my body, Lu?
You're a soul cultivator, a body refiner, and a magical cultivator. You're a complete mess. How can you have the face to be surnamed Lu?
You're f * cking tricking witches!
…
"What, what should we do?"
After waking up from the memories and resentment, Hou Yu looked at Tai Wei. Her eyes were filled with sincerity as if she was saying, "As long as you ask, I will do anything."
"I don't know." Tai Wei sneered, threw a familiar sentence, and turned to leave. "I don't want to know. It's not important at all. What's important is that his surname is Lu. More importantly, I'm going to inform the family that I've found the Young Master, and then, haha …"
Hou Yu could not help but swallow her saliva as she watched Supreme leave.
He really wanted to scold him for being too irresponsible — at least tell me the remedial measures so that I can save your Young Master!
However, he knew very well that there was no need for Supreme to threaten him.
Because the existence behind Supreme Micro was the Lu Family.
Furthermore, the person he had killed — no, almost killed — was the Young Master of the Lu Family.
Hou Yu felt his vision darken, as if he had fallen into a bottomless pit.
"He can't die …"
"He can't die …"
"Absolutely not!"
…
This was the only thought in the mind of the lawless Hou Yu.
He knew very well that if this person died, then all the witches in this world would really be wiped out.
He looked into his body, which was as vast as the starry sky.
Close to ten thousand Nirvana Stage body refinement cultivators.
Close to ten thousand Monster Tribe paragons.
Over ten thousand Immortal Realm paragons and Rakshasa Prison Emperors.
"They're just a bunch of Dao Integration Stage trash …"
Hou Yu was just about to look away when he suddenly turned back to look at a paragon exuding a demonic aura, and his lips twitched.
"Not only the Third Cultivator of True Virtue, but you also have a demonic clone. You've embarrassed the Lu Family, does your father know …"
Even though his words were harsh, Hou Yu heaved a sigh of relief as if he had picked up a treasure.
"Thankfully, I have two souls …
"But this is only enough to save my life …"
Hou Yu had a pained expression.
To a shaman, thinking was the most inhumane torture.
But he had to continue thinking.
"Divine soul is easy …"
"What's difficult is the human body …"
Shamans were the ancestors of body refinement, and he could immediately see where the problem was.
"His human body is a bit strange. If it's a bit stronger, it might be able to resist my shaman body reconstruction … Hmm?"
The more Hou Yu looked at the remaining evil body, the more surprised he became.
"He actually used external force to forcibly increase his rank. With this kind of physique, doesn't that mean he has unlimited potential to increase his rank …"
However, the more it was like this, the more troublesome it was.
"If it's an ordinary physique, I can easily deal with it. But to completely restore this physique … No, not just restore …"
Thinking of this person's identity, Hou Yu's face darkened.
"The young master of the Lu Family, heh, heh, what kind of sin have I committed …"
No matter how stubborn he was, he knew that he had caused a huge disaster.
Therefore, not only did he have to live, but he also had to recover.
In addition, he had to fully express his apology to the Lu Family.
After thinking for a long time, Hou Yu took a deep breath, glanced at a certain place, and walked to his destination.
"I hope I can die in peace. The young master of the Lu Family, heh, heh, I can …"
Somewhere.
The Golden Crow was croaking.
Supreme Wei's face darkened.
Before, he didn't take the Cut of Worlds carried by the descendant of the Evil Emperor seriously.
As long as he returned home, even if the sky collapsed, it wouldn't hit him.
And yet …
"Shen Wushuang …"
"Servants and slaves …"
"And the elites of the Heavenly Court of Kunxu and the Zuoqiu Family …"
He had a bad feeling about Zuoqiu Heng's appearance in the Lower Realm.
"I've changed my cultivation level and barely made a foothold in this realm. I can't return to the Upper Realm now …"
"Even if I go back, I won't be able to find my family in a short time …"
"Young Master, this realm is full of danger, I can't leave …"
…
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
In the end, he sighed and disappeared.
"I can only continue to protect Young Master in the dark …"
"There's definitely something wrong with Shen Wushuang!"
"Servants, if you're determined to lead Young Master into a trap, the Old Man will have to destroy you!"
"Zuoqiu Heng is a bit troublesome. He has the potential to become an Emperor and the Zuoqiu Family is behind him …"
"Hm, Grand Magus? If anything happens to Young Master, even the twelve Grand Magi can't save the world from the fate of no Magi! "
"Young Master, I hope you can put an end to the disturbance caused by the descendant of the Evil Emperor. As long as you return to the Upper Realm …"
…
After Supreme Wei left for a long time, a blood-red light flashed in the pitch-black sky and Shen Wushuang appeared again.
He sat down with his legs crossed.
The Divine Fire surged.
The sacrifice of the Divine Kingdom.
Poof!
Poof!
Poof!
Shen Wushuang spat out three mouthfuls of Divine Blood and looked at the scene created by the three mouthfuls of Divine Blood.
It was Supreme Wei in the scene.
Tai Wei's soft murmurs could be heard beside her ears.
"God … there's something strange …"
"Servants … in the pit … destroying flowers …"
"Zuoqiu … Emperor's potential …"
"Something … went wrong … the world … has no Magus …"
"The disturbance … dispelled … the Upper Realm …"
…
Poof!
After the fourth mouthful of blood, Shen Wushuang's face paled even more, but his God Eyes seemed to relax.
"It's good that he's not dead. There's still hope …"
After taking one last look at Supreme Wei, Shen Wushuang sighed and disappeared.
"Reforming my cultivation? I'm the same …"
PS: Update complete.
Yuan Zi's new book, The Reborn Entertainment God, has been signed. It's about fifty thousand words. Those interested can go take a look.
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