What is that red spirit body? How many backers does this demon clan have? Can a demon lord almost take away seven immortal weapons, and the demon clan is already so strong?

It's weird.

If that round ball hits the sea of knowledge, if it explodes, the old boy in Ziyang Palace will have to peel off his skin if he doesn't die. Isn't it strange that the demons didn't kill him at such a good opportunity? With the sword of the six people, even if he is not a demon, it is a capital crime.

"Don't get out of here, Ben Ling is not interested in playing with you now!" Lang Yu raised his head and glanced at a few people, and said viciously. That look, that tone, didn't look at a group of immortal kings at all. After saying that, he raised his foot, turned around and flew away.

"Holy! Am I dreaming?"

One by one, the immortal kings, you look at me, I look at you, and finally at the same time looked at the pearl that the elder of the Ziyang Palace was pinching between his fingers.

How's it going?

can drive two artifacts to kill the immortal king in seconds while talking and laughing, and besides, this kid can't fly! Moreover, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like he is just one blow.

How is this possible?

Unless......

The eyebrows of the six immortal kings jumped, as if they were frightened by themselves. Could it be that this is an emperor who has entered the ancestral realm? One by one, they shrunk their eyes and watched Lang Yu fly away, and the hand holding the immortal weapon slowly put it down.

No matter whether the judgment was correct or not, they didn't dare to chase it, no matter how incredible the facts in front of them were, that demon lord must have the ability to kill the immortal king.

This flight is also different from the last time, they can clearly feel that Langyu is not running away, but leaving with disdain.

Why?

Why would a demon lord dare to defy the immortal king?

The hateful eyes of an old man in a black robe almost shrunk into a line, and he suddenly opened his eyes: "What is that?" The old guy looked back at the halfway up the mountain where the red light flew out. All the immortals seemed to have overlooked one thing, and the sword of Feng Zizhang of the Cloud Storage Hall when he was leaving was enough to kill this demon cultivator, but he was repelled by a red light.

The problem lies in the red light, which comes from the middle of the mountain. What is that being?

"Is it an elixir?"

"Could it be that the Demon Spirit of the Emperor Rank has also been sealed in the Ancestral Realm?"

A few old guys desperately used their brains, after all, they couldn't determine what could make a small repair kill the immortal king in an instant.

Lang Yu's red demon spirit was already a threat, and several immortal kings who couldn't enter the Immortal Ancestor Palace seemed to have to think about their lives.

Do you still have to comprehend the law? Can you still feel at ease? Even if you can go in, can those thirteen people still give them the remaining immortal treasures?

Some people even looked up at the sky and began to look for a way out. An existence that kills the immortal king, and a demon wanders in the ancestral realm, and the next thing is definitely not fun.

But there is no way out at all, and the barriers of the ancestral realm are probably not something they can break, the most realistic way is to swallow pills, hunt for treasures, make every effort to recover and improve cultivation, and prepare for a life-and-death battle.

The other immortal king of the Ziyang Palace turned his head to look at everyone: "No matter what evil arts that demon clan has, in short, he already has the combat power to resist the king, I'm afraid only the immortal array can block those two artifacts." ”

"Elder Xue is right, although we are all different sects, but to kill this demon, we have to work together. Another silver-robed old man said.

"Hmph, okay, in this ancestral realm, this king can ignore the grievances of the sect. The farthest immortal king looked at the silver-robed old man and snorted coldly.

Do the Seven Immortal Kings still want to kill demons?

Probably they themselves know what a ridiculous statement that is. A high-sounding rhetoric, just to cover up the face of the king. The Seven Immortal Kings already had to set up a formation to defend themselves. Not only that, but also to capture those immortal monarchs to be cannon fodder. He is called a disciple of the Guardian Terrans.

The seven of them tacitly issued one immortal decree after another, warning those immortal monarchs that if they wanted to get out alive, the only way to come to protect the formation and jointly find the immortal grass on the islands.

Arrogant people are usually the most vulnerable, hiding their inner fears from their outward appearances. The more he sees life as a mustard, the more he is afraid of death, because he feels that everyone around him is threatening his life. So once the real danger comes, they become grandchildren.

In front of life, in front of the emperor, the seven immortal kings just took a knife and immediately coaxed. Although he was unwilling, he no longer had the courage to take the treasure. Because they don't think they're qualified to fight at the top of the ranks.

A moment later, the Seven Immortal Kings laid out a hexagonal formation and turned around and flew southeast, disappearing into a hanging island.

Retreat from the Seven Kings with one move, such a record can be marked, and you can also be proud. It's a pity that Langyu didn't watch such a wonderful scene.

The Roc bird landed far away on an emerald lake with its stump wings on its back.

In Langyu's sea of knowledge, in the rolling red mist, a little red fat man held his hands, raised his head, turned in circles, and paced.

"Well, it does have the taste of ancestral energy, but it's a pity that it's too light, and this furnace is also weakly exploded, hey, a few handfuls of broken copper and iron can blow up the spirit body, you might as well die." ......" Red Boy cursed in disappointment.

"But those second-class cripples probably don't have a chance to cultivate their ancestral qi. I can't say it, my old man will have to give you some surgery. Don't thank brother, brother is lonely. ”

This little man in red is not Lang Yu, it's terrifying. For such a strong soul to enter an unconscious sea of consciousness, I am afraid that it is only a matter of minutes to give up. However, it seems that this little fat man is very dissatisfied with Langyu's treasure body.

Hundreds of miles of lake surface, like a turquoise mirror, there is no rain and no wind in the ancestral realm, the water is not alarmed, only a small bird with folded wings floats quietly in the sky.

In the silence, suddenly there was a "poof", the fire was released, and a colorful flame enveloped Langyu from all directions, without even a wisp of smoke, Langyu was burned naked. However, in the center of that white flame, the treasure body was not injured in the slightest.

"Turn it around!"

The little red man shouted, raised his hand and flipped down, and Lang Yu also crossed in the flames. With a whistling sound, that Xuanhuo refined a wisp of purple-black qi in Lang Yu's body, and it burned out in an instant.

Lang Yu on the surface of the lake was calcined over and over again to a roast duck, and if he could observe it closely, he could even see the bones and meridians in his body.

It only took two breaths for Lang Yu to burn through, but he was still as unaware as a puppet.

"Up, turn again, withdraw!"

The little red figure accurately controlled the heat as if it was stir-frying, and the gestures were like grabbing Langyu in the air, rotating left and right, flipping up and down.

After a while, the little fat man turned his head: "Xuanhe grass!"

"Whoosh!" In the mountain stream not far away, a blackbird with a long neck flew miserably. "it!"

A black light was sucked into the fire.

"Blue Fruit!"

"Click!!" an old tree under the hill cracked, and in the heart of the aqua-blue tree, a shivering old green man was forced out, screamed, and flew upside down into the firelight.

"Tibetan gall flower, three-leaf fairy, dragon claw andrographis, cold marrow crystal mother, bone erosion flower, immortal grass ......"

The little fat turned his head again and again, and on the Ancestral Peak Hanging Island, he ingested thirty-seven kinds of immortal fruit and fairy grass, and he was not qualified to be invited unless he was ten thousand years old.

With so many immortal materials, I don't know where they were melted, the little fat man had been refining for more than three hours, and bursts of strange aromas came out of the flames.

It's probably cumin and chili noodles, however, Langyu is not scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, but is refined to be skinny and skinny, with thin meridians and thick veins, and the whole body is red and bright, flashing with a golden light. Even that Jinpeng wing has shrunk several times, and it is no longer less than a zhang.

The little fat man turned over and felt it for a while, and shook his head: "This broken demon wing, this kid seems to be a treasure." It's a pity that there are no high-level demon materials here, so that's the only way. ”

The little man in red was obviously very dissatisfied, but Lang Yu's body was too chaff, even if he refined him, he couldn't achieve the goal of the little fat man. had to reluctantly withdraw the flames and sit Lang Yu in a cloud of red light.

With so many immortal materials refined into his body, this was not refined by Lang Yu, and he couldn't digest it. Probably this is a kind of cultivation, to let the immortal material perfectly integrate into the body, but also to Langyu's independent absorption.

The seven-colored flames come from between the heaven and earth in the ancestral realm, but to gather such a strong energy, the little fat man is also very consumed, the red light is no longer bright, and his eyes are full of exhaustion. Looking at Lang Yu's dantian with a cunning and eager gaze, he smacked his lips and sighed: "It's a loss, boy, this spirit is a big loss this time." Do you want to give me something in return?"

Langyu was still asleep, not at all reacting.

"Hey, hey. Ancestor, I have never refined people, so it's okay if I don't appreciate it, but now I can't let you go, I hate begging for mercy the most. After speaking, he lay down in Langyu's Zhihai Center, cocked his legs, picked the corners of his mouth, looked at the three behemoth beasts above him, and the two artifacts, and smiled disdainfully: "Cut, what are these things!" He moved his eyes to look at the vague woman in white, his eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Huh? hehe." "Although Shui Mengyao's body has a strong aura, it seems that it can barely enter the eyes of the little fat man, and it is too little. After staring at his eyes for a while, he lay in Langyu's sea of knowledge, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

That red spirit had blocked Langyu's perception and consciousness. He didn't want to listen to the pig-killing howl.

Three days later, the little fat man in red seemed to sense something, suddenly dropped his legs, opened his eyes, got up and waved his hand: "Open." ”

As soon as the red light withdrew, Langyu floated on the water. The little fat man sensed it in the sea of knowledge, and couldn't help but shake his head, this seems to be the most undesirable work. If it weren't for the sake of the ancestral qi, eight Lang Yu would have been turned into ashes by him. It's just that in this red soul, there seems to be a powerful consciousness that wants to break through his seal. The little fat man, who was also a spirit, was awakened.