"boom!"

The black fog dissipated, and Lu Yi stood there with a smile on his face.

"What!"

The Pope was shocked, not only him, but also several other elders changed their faces.

"How is this possible!"

"Why didn't he die?"

"The Pope's curse did not kill him. What kind of cultivation is he?"

The Pope's face looked extremely ugly. He thought that using a curse could kill Lu Yi, but Lu Yi was not dead and was still unharmed.

"I dare to come here alone. If I don't have any confidence, wouldn't I come to die?" Lu Yi looked at the pope and said, "I'll give you a last chance to take action. I hope you don't let me down."

"Pope, let's meet him." An elder said, shouting loudly: "Design the formation!"

Suddenly.

The four elders formed a circle with Lu Yi as the center, and then used the light magic at the same time. In an instant, a luminous bond appeared between them, and the strength of the four people was concentrated.

"I originally wanted to leave a few masters for you Versailles. Since you are seeking death, don't blame me." After Lu Yi said that, he took the lead in taking action.

"call out!"

The Six-Meridian Divine Sword comes out from the fingertips.

"puff!"

An elder was pierced with a blood hole in his chest on the spot, but a ball of white light enveloped the blood hole, and his injuries recovered in the blink of an eye.

"I understand that if one person is injured, he can use the power of the other three to repair the wounds with magic. Unfortunately, I will not give you another chance."

When Lu Yi finished speaking, his figure had disappeared from the spot.

"careful--"

The pope shouted anxiously, and before he could finish speaking, he saw a blood hole appearing in the eyebrows of an elder. Then, "puff" the other three elders' eyebrows at the same time.

Lu Yi's figure reappeared, looking at the pope and said, "Now, you are the only one left!"

"boom!"

The bodies of four Versailles elders fell to the ground.

"You--" The Pope's mouth twitched in anger. These elders were all masters of Versailles and his loyal followers. Unexpectedly, they all fell today, and they all died at the hands of Lu Yi.

"I really underestimate you. The unparalleled disciples in the world are indeed powerful. But if you kill so many of me, even if you die together, I will not let you go."

"Don't say harsh words. If you have any skills, just come!" Lu Yi said with a smile.

"Don't you want to see my trick? Okay, I'll let you see it clearly." After the Pope said that, he held the staff tightly with one hand, bite the tip of his tongue, and sprayed the blood on the staff.

Buzz!

The staff trembled violently, and then a scent of the most yin and evil smell emanated from it, accompanied by a fishy smell, which made people disgusted.

"Is it dark magic again?" Lu Yi asked.

"Do you think I can dominate the West and just an ordinary magician?" The pope said hatefully, "You are dead."

He continued to spit out the essence and blood, and the staff began to rotate, and the aura emitted became larger and larger, and finally, a terrible storm formed.

Lu Yi obviously felt the crisis this time.

This was the first time Lu Yi smelled danger since he was promoted to the Saint King. He not only developed a strong interest in the Pope's staff.

At this time, the pope also changed, his eyes turned red, like the eyes of a devil, his body was withering rapidly, and his whole body's energy was injected into his staff.

"Click!"

A crack appeared in the staff, and a peerless murderous intent emerged from it.

Lu Yi put away his hippie smile and his face became serious.

"Click!"

A crack appeared again on the staff.

This time, the murderous intent became stronger, and even the skin felt ache, as if someone was cutting it with a knife.

"What? Why is the murderous intent so strong? Judging from the breath, it is no weaker than the strong saint king!" Lu Yi's face changed slightly.

"thump!"

The pope suddenly knelt on the ground, then knelt down to the staff, and recited a spell while kneeling. Finally, he shouted: "Great God of Darkness, your descendants call you and need your help, wake up!"

"He is summoning something?" Lu Yi asked in surprise: "Are you not a simple magician, but a necromancer?"

"You only know now that it's too late." The Pope smiled wildly, "Because, you're about to die!"

"boom!"

The staff shattered with a bang, and a black mist appeared inside, full of evil aura. Then, in the middle of the black mist, a Western face appeared, with an ugly appearance.

"Gulugulu..." He heard a sound, like an ancient Western language, and Lu Yi didn't understand a single word anyway.

The pope seemed to understand and hurriedly knelt down to the man and spoke awkward words. Soon, the man stared at Lu Yi with a pair of empty eyes.

"You want to kill my descendants!"

This time, Lu Yi understood it, it was standard Chinese.

"What the hell are you?" Lu Yi asked.

"Bold!" The Pope scolded Lu Yi: "Don't be rude to Lord Dark!"

"Master Darkness? I think it's just a wisp of dead soul." Lu Yi said disdainfully.

"That's right, I'm really just a wisp of dead soul, but it's more than enough to kill you." A huge death aura appeared in the empty eyes of the man, forming a peerless and sharp murderous intent, and crushing towards Lu Yi.

Lu Yi was not careless and directly sacrificed the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Clang!"

The magic sword jumped out of his eyes and broke through the murderous intent with one move.

"The mysterious ancient artifact of the East!" The man was shocked in his voice, and then he smiled: "Luckily! I killed you, and I will use the ancient artifact of the East to nourish my soul."

boom!

The hall trembled violently, covered by black fog, and a dead aura filled the surroundings. The man took action.

"Clang!"

Lu Yi was not polite either. He waved the Xuanyuan Sword and slashed it down. This strand of soul possessed the power of the Saint King level, so he did not dare to underestimate it.

For a moment, the hall was full of murderous aura, shaking the earth.

"Hmph, I dare to be my enemy, no matter who you are, no matter how strong you are, I must kill you this time!" The Pope's face was so vicious that he was only halfway through his words, and suddenly he heard a scream.

"ah……"

not good!

The pope looked up and saw that the dead soul and Lu Yi had separated, and the dead soul had twisted his face, and the flames were burning all over his body, screaming in pain.

"You, what did you do to Lord Dark?" the pope said in horror.

"He is an evil thing, and the sword in my hand, Zhigang Zhiyang, happened to be his nemesis." After Lu Yi said that, he slashed out with a sword.

"boom!"

The soul of the dead was killed, and the black fog and death energy in the hall disappeared instantly.

"I've been wasting so long, now, it's your turn!" Lu Yiti's sword and walked towards the Pope with great strides.

"Even if I die, I will not let you go." The pope roared, ready to explode and reunite with Lu Yi. Who knew that Lu Yi came to him in the blink of an eye, grabbed his throat and lifted him up. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!