He took the teacup as if he was light, and Lu Zhao pretended to pick it up, stroked his nose smoothly, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes.

Wu Ji's expression immediately changed drastically, and the fear in her eyes became even stronger.

In the fragrance of tea, there is a slight sense of forgetting the world. In the blink of an eye, this feeling was infinitely magnified, spreading Lu Zhao's entire body, and even his soul, he did not let go.

Lu Zhao immediately knew that this feeling of forgetting the world was the trace of divinity contained in the cup of tea sent by Wu Ji. This divinity seemed to be the power of heaven, which made Lu Zhao unable to guard against it at all.

At this time, if he activates the defensive methods, he might not feel so deep under the layers of protection of the magic light. After all, when he used to fight with the enemy, protecting the magic light was a must-use technique.

But at this moment, in order to realize this divine nature, he did not use any means. In this way, he could be said to be unarmed and nakedly felt the divine nature of Meng Po inherited from the underworld by Wu Ji.

At this moment, the other party's divinity was vaguely understood by him. This kind of opportunity was really hard to come by and was extremely precious.

"Isn't it easy to take advantage of me? The King of Hell told you to die in the third quarter of the year, and you will die even if you don't die!" Wu Ji's eyes flashed with a vicious swaying and she shouted loudly.

Lu Zhao secretly shouted that it was not good. As soon as he pinched his left hand technique, the void around him changed again. Some "titpoles" that had already retreated suddenly appeared, arranged into a formation, bound Lu Zhao's form, and an extremely strange force broke out from his teacup and attacked directly at Lu Zhao's eyebrows.

A ray of ghost aura came to my face, and there was a hint of strange divinity in this yin ghost aura!

His body trembled immediately, and he felt a huge impact force and suddenly rushed into his body. However, the impact force seemed quite fierce, but in fact it fell into his body, like a breeze, without any aggression, and did not cause any discomfort to him.

The situation was not too bad. Wu Ji's surprise attack, the black air only corroded Lu Zhao's clothes into dust, but could not invade Lu Zhao's body from his skin.

But the divine nature contained in this dead aura seemed to lock Lu Zhao firmly with a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

Almost at the same time, Lu Zhao realized that the divine essence in his body had actually become exhausted. If this divine essence is compared to it with vitality, then under the other party's divinity, its vitality is rapidly passing away.

"What a vicious Mengpo's death tea!" Lu Zhao frowned, lowered his head and saw the sleeves that turned into dust. Seeing the black gas that was tenaciously attached to the surface of his skin and trying to seep into his body, he couldn't help but exclaim: "What a great Mengpo's death tea!"

Lu Zhao didn't expect that this black aura would be so tenacious that even the incense and fire god pattern attached to his clothes could not resist its corrosion. Moreover, this black aura seemed to have a certain greedy habit like a glutton, which stubbornly eroded the divine essence on his arm.

This strange divine nature finally changed Lu Zhao's face. This divine nature only acts on the divine essence. If it can act above the life span, it will definitely be terrifying.

The old woman's face was plain, and when she summoned her right hand, the bowl suddenly retreated and returned to the old woman's side, disappearing between her eyebrows. He slowly said, "The old man's God of Forgetful Worry! Could it be in your eyes?"

Lu Zhao's eyes narrowed, and he fell on the person, and his expression became more serious.
Chapter completed!