After the blow, it disappears, and it does not strike until the last moment.

This is not a sign of recovery, but a situation in progress. But that reverse cultivator's desperate blow had the combat power to shake away the six true immortals.

Hong Ji was furious, and he wanted to tear Lang Yu alive, but across the Demon Sealing Tower, although he was close at hand, he couldn't even see a figure. There is such a scourge that cannot be killed and caught, and it is probably delusional to collect the pagoda.

And it can't be practiced anymore.

If you go to the sacrifice again, it will be a monkey. Six people tossed with all their might for an hour, and in the end, they were bombarded back to the original point with one blow, this kind of futile stupidity, again, again, again, again,

Thinking about that reverse cultivator at this time, maybe he was sitting in the tower watching them, showing a disdainful smile, and that expression made people vomit blood just by imagining it.

The Daochen realm suddenly made people hate and fear.

The breaking of the Five Dragons Wall seems to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but now the more I think about it, the more it looks like a conspiracy: restraining the human race and destroying a glimmer of hope for 10,000 years of preparation, but it has fulfilled that reverse cultivation in vain.

At this time, Hong Ji had to suspect that Lang Yu was just a minor cultivator in the lower realm, and it was no accident that he was able to break through the South China Sea and collect the Heavenly Palace.

However, he would not know about the inheritance of the demon clan and the Five Emperors.

At this time, the six people only had one last resort, admitting the master, at least winning half of the Seven Pagodas. However, the True Immortal stayed in the Nether Realm like this, and it didn't make any sense at all, so he could only watch Lang Yu grow step by step to the peak of this realm's cultivation. Eventually, they become their equals.

When he got there, the six Immortal Monarchs were probably not his opponents, because that reverse cultivator still had a magic knife in his hand that was not inferior to the best immortal weapon.

Although the six people successfully integrated into that drop of ancestral blood, they also found that this was also a dead end, unless they killed that reverse cultivator.

That drop of golden blood was only a few dozen breaths of time sacrificed into the Demon Sealing Tower, but Lang Yu on the altar at the bottom of the tower was in a coma for three days.

Not only did he not know the changes in the Demon Sealing Tower, but he didn't even know anything about what was happening in the dantian. Hong Ji Immortal Jun really wronged him, and at the moment before he fell unconscious, he definitely didn't have any intention of attacking.

Lang Yu was still sitting cross-legged, his head down, as if he was quietly looking at his left hand, palms and eyes. In his right hand, he held the Sirius Sword behind his back and supported it on the ground.

The Sky Wolf Knife was quiet, and Jin Pengyi didn't know when to withdraw from his body.

For three days, just maintaining this posture, the blood stains on his body and on the altar had quietly disappeared, and the five-colored Xuan Qi visible to the naked eye was still revolving around Langyu.

Under the induction of the formation, it should be thought that Lang Yu was still in a state of serious injury, and the demon's body was far from full.

There seemed to be a whining roar in the purple space, but it was silent when you listened closely.

With a tingling sensation like tadpoles swimming, Lang Yu, who was sitting silently with his head down, slowly opened his eyes, looked at it, and a pair of black and red big fish swimming in the five-colored lake appeared in the palm of his left palm.

"Uh-huh?——!"

Lang Yu was startled, the big fish was scared away, and immediately raised his head and stared at the top of his head.

He wasn't looking at the Dao map, but looking for the Nine Yang Lantern.

People and things also have feelings, although Langyu chose to give up the ancient lamp that silently saved him several times, he still couldn't give up in his heart.

It's invisible, it's just a habitual movement. But Langyu still smiled knowingly.

The teapot-like baby in the sea of knowledge floated leisurely in the firelight, and the familiar breath was still there.

So what just happened?

By the way, in his last memory, it was the five-colored Xuan Qi that rushed into the black and red aperture.

Could it be that the dantian is wasted again?!

The smile on his face disappeared for a moment, and his eyes suddenly widened: "Damn!

It's just that......??

Lang Yu's divine sense sank into the dantian, and he clearly saw the black and red double fish that was almost immovable, but the golden pill light that should have appeared was not, and it was really the same as the figure above his head.

Alchemy is different from Dao Tu, according to the technique of "Gui Yuan Jue", Yin and Yang become vitality, and there will be a yellow or white point of light in the center of Pisces.

The five-colored Xuan Qi was still slowly floating into the Pisces, but it disappeared as if it had fallen into a bottomless pit. There is not even a trace left in the center of the map.

Could it be that this yin-yang diagram is his own golden pill?

Lang Yu frowned and shook his head. The black and red qi are like a whirlpool, and like a grinding, but they are flat. And shouldn't Jindan be spherical?

I practiced according to the "Returning to the Yuan" step by step, and the situation in front of me was of course a success, but there was such a small regret.

The Yin and Yang Pisces were refined, but Lang Yu couldn't judge what realm his dantian had reached at this time. In that "Returning to the Yuan Jue", it is not mentioned what kind of golden pill the state of the five qi returning to the yuan is equivalent to, and it is not easy to judge what the energy of the black and red two qi is, and it is not even clear how such a dantian will attack.

That "Returning to the Yuan Jue" is just a method of refining qi and refining gods, and there is no mention of the art of killing people and fighting ruthlessly.

You have to use it if you can use it. Cultivators originally meditate on the heavens and the earth in order to achieve immortality, but in this world, in order to survive, they must fight. Want to get out of this tower, don't you fight?!

As soon as Lang Yu's mind moved, he naturally tried to beat the dantian qi into the Heavenly Wolf Knife first.

He was about to raise a hint of red qi, however, with the thought of it, the red fish did not react, but at the boundary of the two fishes, a "S" shaped purple light lit up and rushed into the knife along his right arm.

"Buzz...... Woo!"

The purple light of the knife in his hand burst out, and a long howl sounded in the sea of knowledge. The blade bounced straight off the ground and flew away.

"Ahh

Lang Yu exclaimed, leaned back, and stared at the purple light in amazement.

A horrific sight appeared in the consciousness. That purple qi penetrated into the knife, and it actually lit up the little man who seemed to be himself in his previous life, his eyes opened, and a long howling wolf shadow appeared outside his body.

This is - what is the situation!?

Lang Yu froze.

Incredible!

And this voice seemed to resonate with his body, and there was anger and murderous aura in his voice. A stream of air rushed up his throat, and Lang Yu wanted to roar with it, but a strong sense of fear made him suppress it vividly, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

I'm not a demon! I'm not a demon!!

For some reason, Lang Yu shouted these four words in his heart over and over again.

It was a terrible premonition, incomparably real, but unacceptable. Lang Yu can be the Holy Lord, but he can't accept his identity as a demon clan.

How can I be a demon? I was a human in my previous life, and I am also a human in this life, even if I have Lu Xueying's blood, I should be a sable, how can I be a wolf?!

And the wolf shadow that exudes the atmosphere of the desolate and ancient, but there is really a feeling of flesh and blood.

Why???

Lang Yu stared at the Heavenly Wolf Knife blankly, almost forgetting to breathe, and the attempt of Xuan Qi had already been thrown out of the Nine Nights Cloud.

The purple wolf in the knife disappeared with just a long roar, the blood-colored child slowly closed his eyes, and the sky wolf knife fell into Lang Yu's hand again.

But Langyu knew that the scene just now was not a dream. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, all kinds of things that happened to him can probably only be explained by this identity.

From the guinea pig back then, to the little demon girl who gave the dragon ball, they may not know that they still have such a soul, but as the instinct of the demon clan, they should have sensed a special aura on their body.

And the Heavenly Monarch Palace, the choice of the Demon Emperor, and even the Five Dragon Walls of this secret place in the South China Sea. This kind of luck is not such a good coincidence.

The more Lang Yu didn't want to admit it, the more he confirmed it. Because he couldn't find a reason to deny it. Even his good impression of the demon clan, and even the sacrifice of his life to save the South China Sea today, seem to be indisputable evidence.

Isn't it?!

There is only one thing that makes Lang Yu find a difference, he has also entered the demon pool, but he has not turned into a sable or a demon wolf.

So, there is probably a difference between humans and demons.

After being silent for half an hour, Lang Yu finally smiled bitterly and pushed his nose.

Relieved.

What about people, what about demons. This is a voice that has sounded in my heart several times, but I didn't expect that I really want to become a demon, and I am still so entangled.

A race has its own pride, even if it is hunted down by the human race for a few lives and deaths, it still can't give up that sense of belonging, and at this time it really understands the reluctance and helplessness in the hearts of Yu Chengzi and Ling Songzi.

However, you may be able to decide how to die, but how to live? You can't decide, so whether it's a human or a demon, you can only accept it. Think of yourself as someone who has died.

Lang Yu raised his hand and looked at the Sky Wolf Knife, that wolf shadow may just be the sword spirit of this knife, and the appearance of the sword spirit may only prove that he has recognized himself as the master.

But no matter what the facts are, his own Xuan Qi must be unusual. In Langyu's feeling, its combat power is still unsatisfactory, but the quality of that purple light may be one level higher.

This is like the bloodline of the Celestial Clan, even if it is a Celestial Clan in the Qi Refining Period, it is not something that ordinary demon kings dare to kill. As for himself, that purple light is a lack of energy. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the golden pill was not formed.

To come up with a tower to resist the true immortals, the only way to condense the Xuan Qi is to condense the Xuan Qi. It's just a pity that in this tower, the dantian is refined to perfection, and Lang Yu can't advance. Because he didn't recognize the Lord of the Demon Tower, he couldn't perceive the laws of the outside world here.

This is also something that Hong Ji did not expect. He was also stunned by Lang Yu and scared himself.

Lang Yu turned his eyes and looked at the five pillars of light around him, he was in this spirit gathering array, and there was a time acceleration in the tower, such an opportunity was simply a well-designed environment for himself, the meridians in his body were not destroyed, and it was difficult for him to recover if he didn't want to.

Looking up at the top of the tower again, the divine consciousness actually went straight to the top floor. It's just that there is a strange aura on it, and a faint gold color appears on the spire.