Ao Gon raised his hand to collect the magic plate, and re-sacrificed, and the hexagonal magic plate flew away. His current life was renewed for him by his ancestors, and if he had a last word, he could still explain a few words, that's all.

Lang Yu narrowed his eyes and squinted at the skeleton appearance.

"What do you want me to do, take down the Heavenly Palace Ancient Treasure for you, and then kill me, and everything will be yours?"

"The emperor's promise to Xiaoyou is an oath, if Xiaoyou takes out the teapot, he can immediately get out of the tower, they just didn't wait for that moment. The skull turned and replied.

"How do you get out?"

"Put the dharma plate on the altar. ”

"Trick!"

Lang Yu's voice was cold, and the thing he hated the most was being used.

The skeleton old man smiled, raised his hand and shook it, and five words appeared in the void, flickered and disappeared.

"This is the magic of closing, to get out of the tower, the magic plate will open the channel, no need for the trick. ”

"Ahh

Is it that simple?, Ogon stared at the direction in which the magic disk flew away, with his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open.

It was he who let his life fly with his own hands, but he didn't expect life and death to be so close, but the opportunity didn't belong to him.

"Ancestral ......"

Ogon looked up and pleaded with sorrow, a desire for life, though he knew it could not be fruitful.

The old man of the skeleton has vanished and gradually disappeared.

"...... me," Ogon said only two words, his face distorted, and a hoarse sound came from his throat.

Lang Yu's pupils contracted, and he flipped his hand and took out his sword, Ao Gon was considered to be kind and not vengeful, but he had no choice but to send him on his way since he had turned into a demon.

"If I don't want to kill you, I only complain about your ancestors' cruelty, Shura beheading!"

A crescent moon crossed, and the corpse of Ao Gon, which was about to jump away, was divided into two parts, and the black primordial infant who flew out of his skull in a panic was shattered by the red light with a scream.

The corpses fell, and there was no sound, but he didn't expect that the third-order primordial infant Ao Gon actually took a step ahead of the Volcano King.

What did he want to say in the end? Lang Yu had no way of knowing, but since he had nothing left, Lang Yu could only send a blue fire for him to rest in this ancient tower.

The Volcano King was still struggling in pain, quite painfully.

Lang Yu couldn't see what was in the space, only a cloud of gray gas wrapped around the head of the old demon king. The Volcano King didn't dare to release his cultivation, but a mortal body couldn't resist the invasion of demonic energy, and its misery could be imagined.

"You, can you still hold on?"

Lang Yu was expressionless.

After two breaths.

The Volcano King opened his mouth and spat out a coiling dragon spear.

"A drop of blood can save the gun?" Lang Yu pinched his fingers and pulled out the drop of essence blood.

The Volcano King was speechless and could no longer speak. Lang Yu waited for a moment, and with a flick of his fingers, the blood droplets were bounced towards the body of the gun, and the fire on the body of the gun quickly shrank in a flash, becoming a half-foot-long toy, faintly a small fire dragon.

"What the deity promised, if you don't die, you will definitely do. Lang Yu said that he stretched out his hand and grabbed the fire dragon into the ring.

It is comparable to a high-grade spiritual weapon, but it can't arouse Lang Yu's interest, since the old dragon has no enmity with Lang Yu, then the volcanic sea might as well go for him.

The cultivator's words were not nonsense, the Volcano King believed that not only because of Lang Yu's attitude, but also because of his belongings, whether it was that Jin Peng Wing or Gu Bao, there was no need to take away his fire dragon spear just from the spirit weapon that Lang Yu exploded.

After holding on for another four or five breaths, the old dragon opened his mouth and spit out the dragon ball, which was the size of a human head, red as fire and crystal as jade.

"Thank you, little friend, this pearl king has already dissolved his divine sense, and he has the right to thank him...... Kill me. ”

Finally, a sentence was spelled out. That's the end of it.

As soon as the Dragon Ball came out, the Volcano King immediately grew old, and his beard and hair were all white, as if he had experienced a thousand years of breath. The black qi above his head disappeared in an instant, and a trace of red light appeared in the old dragon's eyes.

That black gas is quite domineering, specializing in killing gods and souls, and it is said that the magic tower is sealed, and this thing should be sealed. Is this the devil? formless, born from taking human form, specializing in killing.

Lang Yu couldn't see what it was, and he didn't know why he was exceptional, it didn't seem to have anything to do with cultivation, so what kind of special existence was the villain who looked like him in his previous life?

The old dragon of the skeleton had a sound outside the strings, and he didn't seem to be so eager to get the Jiuyang lantern, and he didn't seem to be worried that he had been killed by the monster.

Why? Did the old thing just see that he could kill demons? and knew that he had this ability in the first place?

Almost all the eighteen primordial babies of the three clans died, and the old thing was unmoved, what did this mean? He already knew this result, or maybe this was what he deliberately arranged.

And for what? What did he see?

Lang Yu suddenly found that he was trapped in a game again, and it was a game that he didn't know anything about, forcing you to go on.

In a flash, Lang Yu seemed to have dug up the secret of the Demon Sealing Tower, but he was also confused.

No third person will know the secret of his rebirth, and even Yang Xiao will not be able to find out about the mysterious villain, how can the old dragon judge that he can survive, and what attracts the villain? What does it have to do with this magic tower? Since he came from another world, is it really not just an accident to pass through this realm?

Yang Xiao was born from the Daochen realm, the blind old man broke through the heavens, the ancient secret land, the guinea pig, the dream of Daoya, entered the Heavenly Palace, and entered the Sealing Demon Tower, all of this seems to be not just luck, but ......

Someone is arranging.

Who is it?!!!

Lang Yu shivered suddenly, he was frightened by himself, and suddenly had this idea for no reason, but he couldn't find an answer at all.

On the cold face, a pair of eyes shrank into a line, staring at the Volcano King who was retreating.

"No matter what conspiracy you have, if you can kill me!"

You must re-recognize the Lord Jiuyang Lantern, don't you like this magic tower, it's in this tower, I won't go out if I don't give you refinement. As long as he can take charge of the Jiuyang Lantern, even if he can't fight the Demon Emperor under the wings of Jin Peng, he is afraid that no one will be able to stop him if he wants to leave.

With a fingertip, a blue fire jumps out and pops out with its fingers.

"Seal!"

The blue flame covered the top of the Volcano King's head like a pot lid, which was the battle technique of the Seven Flames Jue, and the red flames sealed the sky one by one. Driven by Lang Yu's divine sense, he sprinkled a pillar of light and enveloped the Volcano King.

"Truly...... Hehehe...... Die!

The Volcano King let out a strange laugh and suddenly exclaimed.

A combat skill, he was actually afraid. The blue fire is indeed domineering, but it is not the main reason, those monsters took away the Yuan Infant and brought the law of this space to the host, so the demon kings have the combat power of the Yuan Baby, but this monster is a little unlucky, the Volcano King spit out the dragon ball turned by the Xuan Qi of his body first, leaving only an empty shelf, and he lost his temper under the blue fire.

"Say, what are you? Why are you afraid of me? Honestly, the deity will give you a way to live. ”

Lang Yu's eyebrows flashed red, and he said coldly.

"Hehehe...... Die!" The Volcano King still laughed strangely, and did not react.

It seems to be an unconscious creature, leaving only instinctive killing.

Langyu's eyebrows tightened, a red light shot out, and the strange laughter stopped abruptly.

"Whew"

The blue fire shrank, and the Volcano King was extinguished.

Lang Yu let out a long breath and reached out to put away the dragon ball. A vigorous struggle finally returned to dust and dust, and hatred and resentment, greed and arrogance all turned into silence and nothingness.

The danger was gone, but Lang Yu suddenly felt a kind of sadness and loss.

Cultivators live a long life, but few of them die right.

The master is right.

The heart is insufficient, and the gamble with life is made. And why aren't you gambling?

It's just a pity that those primordial babies have turned into demon souls and dissipated.

Glancing at the gray mist in the distance, the little man in the sea opened his eyes, although he couldn't see anything in it, but he could feel the existence of an abnormality.

What kind of thing is a demon?

Lang Yu closed his eyes and walked away, suppressing the villain, but in a moment, the periphery of Zhihai poured into the fluttering black air, and a vague, laughing and crying humming sound was singing like a Sanskrit sound, distant and ethereal, which conveyed only one thought one by one death and killing, and then a burst of distraction, to destroy everything.

The demon soul is also a soul, it is very powerful, if anyone can see Lang Yu's eyes, he has turned into a blood-devouring orange, and it is very demonic.

"Fuck off. ”

Lang Yu snorted lightly, and as soon as the villain opened his eyes, he regained his clarity, and the black qi in front of him rolled out two meters away.

The black gas is terrible, Lang Yu didn't dare to try it deeply, and roughly judged that it should be similar to a remnant soul, the difference is that this kind of thing can actually arouse some kind of desire in himself, or it has a resonant meaning, not repulsion but attraction.

There was a thick earth aura in the space, but Lang Yu didn't dare to absorb it, looking at the golden light like water waves, slowly approaching the center, if the expectation was good, the teleportation black hole must still be near the altar.

Lang Yu didn't fly, he didn't even walk fast, sealing the mystery of the Demon Tower, he really hoped to find some secrets about himself in it.

On the fourth floor, the space is still very large, and it is definitely not what I see from the outside. It's just that there is nothing to see here except gray mist and black gas, and you can't even see how high it is overhead. Lang Yu walked for more than a quarter of an hour, and a faint red light appeared in the black fog in the distance.

The villain in the sea of knowledge opened his eyes, and the black qi did not dare to approach, and he found nothing else. Lang suddenly remembered his own ring, and couldn't help but turn his head to look around, could the space of this ancient tower be the so-called subspace?

Lang Yu dared to think about it, and almost let him guess it. But this magic tower is not a subspace, but only has the ability of a subspace - the law of space.

Under this law, the space inside the tower has not changed, but the things and people who have entered from the Daochen Realm have been condensed. Just as a gourd is no more than the size of a fist for a person, but a mosquito is enough to settle down in it. If someone told Lang Yu now that he was only the size of a finger in this magic tower, he would not believe it, but it was true.

The hexagonal altar seemed to be replicated, two meters high, three zhang square, and a red translucent spherical light shield was buckled above, and the tremor of the little people in the sea still came from there.