These Xuanzhen Talismans connected with the energy of the Talisman, like arrows of Spell shooting out, erupted with impressive might.
"Pfft pfft pfft—"
"Clang clang clang—"
The might spread throughout, and within the Talisman Formation, the sound of blades piercing flesh and metal clashing rang out.
"Ah!!! Ancestor!!!!"
Inside the Talisman Formation, Yu Ningjun, the newly advanced Foundation Establishment Cultivator, was now covered in blood, with charred flesh, wailing miserably as he was about to fall from the sky.
"Lu Daoist, as long as you're willing to stop, let us go, and we from Blue Lake Mountain are willing to offer compensation!"
Yu Jinyang cried out loud.
His voice was already somewhat lacking in strength.
This statement left Lu Yuanzhong and Bai Yunyang exchanging looks, speechless.
Not long ago, facing the three from the Yu Family, they felt utterly powerless and apprehensive.
But now, Lu Changsheng alone was overpowering the three.
