what to do?

Lu Yu was anxiously considering it. In the blink of an eye, more than 30 masters of the Divine Ring were killed in the Minghuang clan.

Life and death are at stake, you can't wait any longer.

Lu Yu had no choice but to take out the magic bow and give it a last try.

The divine bow glowed with a lilac light, quiet and mysterious.

Lu Yu tried to pull the bowstring, but he didn't respond at all.

"Damn! Without cultivation, you can't use it at all!"

Lu Yu was so anxious that he cursed, and he was still thinking about what alternatives he could do.

At this moment, the Saint Mingxin was covered in blood and was dodging with all his strength. The enemy wanted to capture her alive, mainly because she was attracted by her beauty.

The beauty of the saint has won a glimmer of opportunity for her survival.

In order to capture her alive, the other party took advantage of the situation, which gave the saint a little room for struggle.

Lu Yu looked at Ming Xin, sweating heavily on his forehead, his mind was rotating rapidly, and a flash of inspiration flashed at the critical moment of life and death, and suddenly he thought of a way.

"Enter the Tao with emotion and sacrifice the soul with blood!"

Lu Yu looked at the ring finger of his left hand, and there was a love thread wrapped around the thousands of disasters. This was his only hope at the moment.

Lu Yu bit his right middle finger, and blood dripped on the ring finger of his left hand, singing an ancient oath. A heart-wrenching pain came from the ring finger of his left hand, which made his facial features distorted and almost collapsed.

"A love has changed for a lifetime, and a drop of blood has turned into a disaster."

Lu Yu's left hand was glowing, and the thousands of love threads on his ring finger burst out with terrifying power, which quickly injected into the divine bow, allowing it to automatically recover.

The next second, Lu Yu held the bow and pulled the strings and aimed at the enemy of the Saint Mingxin, but himself suffered a pain like a torn soul.

Lu Yu endured the pain and bit his lips, and the blood fell and made a ticking sound.

Lu Yu's martial soul was awakening. Although it could not be seen outside, it locked the enemy. The bowstring on his right hand was loosened, and the divine bow shook the world. A light arrow broke through the air. Its power was not as powerful as the unparalleled arrow on the War Soul Continent, but it shot and killed the powerful Divine Ring man with one arrow.

The purple arrow spread across the sky, and the void exploded.

Dozens of divine rings instantly turned into ashes, and nearby enemies were all shrunk by shock waves.

The next moment, Lu Yu gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and then shot another arrow, but it was locked in the mountain. This was the terrifying artifact of the Fire Clan and posed a fatal threat to the castle.

The Saint Mingxin was both surprised and happy. He looked back at Lu Yu. He didn't expect that at the critical moment, he actually resolved the crisis.

Lu Yu's second arrow attracted the attention of the enemy.

"You dare!"

A red figure roared angrily and rushed over in an instant, but Lu Yu had already shot the arrow.

The entire wilderness was trembling, the void was burning, and the purple light arrow destroyed the ten directions. With a rumbling sound, the Huoli clan's mountains were shattered, and all the nearby masters were shocked to death.

"Well killed!"

In the ancient castle, the people of the Minghuang clan were cheering and proud of Lu Yu.

Ming Xin rushed back, raised his hands high in the air, and lifted up the castle that was deeply trapped in the earth.

"Let's go back!"

The master of the Fire Clan who came to intercept was almost dead because of Lu Yu's two arrows.

Mingxin didn't care about taking advantage of the situation, and what she was most worried about now was the high priest.

The main reason why the Minghuang clan can survive to this day is the high priest's contribution. If the high priest is killed by the masters of the Fire Clan this time, the Minghuang clan will also go to destruction from then on.

"Young Master, hurry up, destroy the Seven Yang Divine Reeds!"

Mingxin's anxious tone was filled with respect.

Lu Yu's face was pale. He was able to use the secret technique when he could use the divine bow, which was extremely harmful to himself and could not last long.

But Lu Yu is also very clear about the situation of the Minghuang clan. The high priest must not die, otherwise everyone will die!

Therefore, destroying the Qiyang Divine Reed and giving the enemy a head-on blow is the most shocking attack, which is enough to severely damage the enemy.

Lu Yu struggled to support him and aimed at the burning gourd in the distance. It emitted seven-color light, which was an extremely powerful magical artifact.

But compared with the mountain before, Lu Yu knew in his heart that in front of the Divine Bow, all the artifacts in the Great Wilderness could not stop it from being able to do it together.

At this moment, the high priest was fighting in blood, and thirteen of the masters of the sixteen clans who followed him had already died.

"High Priest, go away, don't worry about us!"

The three masters of the Divine Ring shouted, each of them was crazy, fighting desperately, just to gain a chance for the high priest to escape.

The high priest's eyes were wild, with hatred and sadness in his mouth. He also had to take care of the people of the whole clan. He could not die here, so he chose to break through.

"You can't leave today, die!"

A master of Extreme Ring has seventy-two divine rings, whose strength is greater than that of the high priest and is suppressing it with all his might.

At this time, a purple light tore the void, like a thunderous rush, with a vast divine power, instantly crossing time and space, bombarding the seven-yang divine reeds.

"Who is tired of living? How dare...ah..."

A master of the Fire Lie clan was scolding angrily. Before he could finish his words, the Seven Yang Divine Reed, known as the No. 1 artifact of the Fire Lie clan, exploded and turned into a source of destruction. The Burning Sky Flames rotted thousands of ways and crushed everything. Most of the masters of the Fire Lie clan died as soon as possible.

The high priest and the three masters were all shocked, one of them was destroyed by the shock wave.

The masters who besieged the high priest were either dead or injured, and they all roared and couldn't believe all this.

The destruction of the Seven Yang Divine Reed is absolutely horrifying.

In addition, an ancient castle flew over, which made the remaining masters of the Huoli clan shattered their hearts and fears.

"Go away quickly, the Minghuang clan hides a big killer move and deliberately leads us to the trap."

The master of the Fire Clan who was lucky enough to die fled in panic, while the high priest flew to the castle with the remaining two tribesmen and took the opportunity to leave.

Lu Yu fell to the ground, his whole body twitched, and hemorrhaged from seven holes.

His "blood sacrifice of souls" method has greatly harmed himself. Being able to barely shoot three arrows is already his limit.

The ancient castle is an ancient tomb of the Minghuang clan. There is a sarcophagus and a tombstone without a word is erected.

At this moment, strands of divine patterns appeared on the tombstone, attracting the attention of the Minghuang clan.

"Hurry, please inform the high priest, it seems that the ancient land of Minghuang is about to be opened!"

An old man in the clan was screaming wildly, his face full of excitement.

The high priest is joining forces with the Saint Mingxin to activate the castle and flee quickly.

After hearing the news, the high priest was shocked.

"The sky has eyes, and the sky can see pity!"

The high priest quickly entered the castle with the saint Mingxin and came to the tombstone. He saw that there were more and more patterns on the monument, forming a flashing mirror, and a mountain appeared inside.

"Hurry, everyone prays together, I will deduce the ancient land."

All the members of the Minghuang clan knelt in front of the tombstone, and under the guidance of the saint Mingxin, they sacrificed and prayed together.

The high priest waved his wooden stick and muttered something, using the secret techniques of the Minghuang clan to find the location of the ancient land of Minghuang.

"Finished, to the east!"

The high priest exclaimed and changed direction quickly.
Chapter completed!