The blazing, inextinguishable red lotus fire followed him like a shadow, burning his remaining body and turning it into nothingness. He didn't know whether he had returned to his so-called homeland of emptiness.
An imperceptible wave flashed by, but it could not hide from the ever-vigilant Yu Lu. He and Taoist Teng Long were in the middle of a martial arts performance. If Taoist Teng Long was really dead, the Emperor Shadow over there would have been dead long ago.
The Lion Demon King's fake body gave Yu Lu unimaginably sharp intuition. His lion pupils shrank slightly, and he instantly discovered the clue. He waved his lion hand and suddenly probed into a void.
The originally ordinary place suddenly became turbulent, and a green afterimage emerged from it and tried to escape, but the martial arts performance had not yet ended, and Yu Lu, the instigator, had not given any order, so where could it escape to?
What followed was nothing more than the trivial work of catching a turtle in a jar. After a while, Yu Lu had a lush green Taoist temple in his hand, which contained a broken Nascent Soul. The sharpness released by the Lion Demon King's fake body was not something Yu Lu could match. If Taoist Teng Long had not been a true immortal before he took over his body, he would have been scared to death by now.
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