"Gu Clan, why did you suddenly become stronger? A disciple of a hidden family actually made the deity so passive. ”

Tong Xuanzi thought of Elder Song, thought of Lang Yu who dared to kill immortals, and the old loach, which was very unreliable and could not be provoked by himself, and he didn't know if he would sell himself one day. No matter how tough he is, Tong Xuanzi, who has a ghost in his heart, is very unsteady after today's events. For the sake of profit, what can be can not be sold.

It's strange that the kid of the Gu Clan, he won't fail to recognize the blue dragon that Lang Yu played, and he also got confirmation from Tianfeng Gate and Pang Dong Lord, but the fire didn't come out.

He is not afraid of what the ancient clan wants him to say, since there can be no family disciples outside the hidden world, appearing and being killed, it is natural, but this disaster has caused him but he has to wipe his ass, and the hidden family does not dare to move, let alone destroy, otherwise for so many years, if it were not for the deliberate maintenance of the Xianmen, the Gu family would have been gone long ago. What is the reason, not many people know.

The tide of the beasts is important, and the search for the Heavenly Monarch is even more urgent. As for Lang Yu and the Gu Clan, they didn't have the time to take care of it, and not only could they not go to the lower realm, but the elders of the Yuan Infant Stage didn't dare to send them down again. The only thing that can be done is to recruit the Earth Venerable and Heavenly Venerable of the mortal realm to make a move, and heavy bleeding is inevitable this time.

Tong Xuanzi was very breathless, and thought about it hatefully, but suddenly "hehe" sneered and put away the magic plate.

In any case, compared to the immortal sects of other empires, he still took a big advantage. It's just that this is cheap, and the Tianfeng Gate is also stained.

In the space where the golden light rolled, the less light swept through the outer layer, the gray fog was foggy, and the white spirit was almost invisible. It's kind of a spherical shape.

Eight years, or ten years?

A helpless sigh sounded in the silence. "It probably won't take that long to be reborn once!"

Only when you look closely, you can vaguely see the silhouette of a humanoid the size of a palm, floating quietly in the gray mist, almost indistinguishable from each other.

After a long river of gold, several lives and deaths, Lang Yu finally climbed out. It's not that the golden light can't shine here, it's just that the frequency is too low, so low that it's impossible to encounter one in a few days. Langyu has to recover first, otherwise, he really has to encounter a spirit body that comes down, and whoever devours it may not be.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Langyu really understood the true meaning of this sentence, this trip really made him get out of the womb and change his bones, not unforgettable, but will never forget it for the rest of his life. People often say, 'Half a foot has stepped into the ghost gate', he has already entered, and crawled out alive.

It's just that he doesn't know if this is a ghost gate or a hell.

With a gentle twist, the gray mist gradually gathered.

The blue moon above his head was only the size of an egg, as if it was getting farther and farther away from him, and only an empty ring was still proving its original appearance. In eighty-nine years, it consumed too much energy.

Lang Yu was very anxious, but he knew that he had taken a big step against the sky, and the more urgent he was, the more stable he became, and the distance and hardship of the road ahead were still unknown.

One hour, two hours, day after day, as if dissolved into this dead silence, quietly passed for more than half a year. Lang Yu has a spirit body again.

Looking up at the moon, fortunately, there was no golden light, Qingyue did not shrink any longer, at least for half a year, he did not distinguish the change in size.

Langyu got up and slid upwards like a swim.

Go chase the moon.

Although there is no sense of direction, there is no sense of gravity, but it is by no means as easy as when it came, it was just an unconscious drift at the beginning, but now the road to the beginning consumes a considerable amount of energy.

Farewell, hell.

Langyu is very glad that he still remembers the people and things that used to be. If you find your body back, you will still be a lone wolf, and your name is Langyu.

There is no danger on the road ahead for the time being, Langyu can't help but look back, at this time, everyone will definitely want to know what is conquered by themselves.

Looking back, the golden light is still dazzling in the distance, very beautiful, like a stage with changing lights.

Lang Yu's slightly narrowed eyes gradually widened, his face gradually became solemn, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he opened involuntarily.

You can't see the mountains up close. Looking back at this time, Lang Yu, who had regained his senses, was shocked. "Ah——!h

"What! It's ......."

"Rune !!!"

This is the third time that Lang Yu has seen something familiar in this strange world, the first time is in the Thunder Seal Pyramid, where he found the yin and yang fish. The second time was in Linjiang City, where I saw the gossip runes. This time it was still runes, but it was too big, too spectacular.

In the bronze canopy, the golden heavenly rivers, group by group, string by string, row by row, column by column, staggered, seem to be flowing slowly with a certain law. There are more than three groups, and more than six groups, probably as far as Langyu can see, there are always more than 20 in each group. It seems clear, but it can't be found in the dream. It seems that the one after another is not yet eternal, but is constantly disillusioned and reborn.

Lang Yu just watched for a dozen breaths, and had to close his eyes, the golden light slowly turned, as if there was an inexplicable suction, and he had an urge to pounce.

It's not gossip, it's a lot of hanging. There are too many yin, yin, yang, and yang runes in each hanging, and I can't tell what it represents. The shock in Langyu's heart is indescribable, and it can be described as shock. Compared to this, the kind of gossip runes he saw in his previous life were simply toys, and they were also rumored to be godlike.

When he opened his eyes again, Lang Yu couldn't help but have an illusion, did he really crawl out of there? Is that a place where people can come out? If he hadn't been in it, if he had seen the scene now, he would have thought that he didn't have the courage to climb out. There was a blazing sun.

I don't know how long later, Lang Yu opened his eyes again, he had already passed through that flame, what was after the flames?

The bronze canopy is not overhead, but stands upright in the sky like an infinite pillar, with no edge visible from top to bottom, left and right. It has a metallic feel of cangsang.

Is it cutting off a realm? If so, Langyu no longer wants to go back to his previous life, if he goes back like this, he doesn't know what he wants to become.

Through the golden light, only the dark cyan cracks could be faintly seen. Strips of staccato and twisted twists.

Where there is heat, there is coolness, and when there is yin, there is yang. This is a trap, and as soon as the spirit enters the gray mist, it becomes comfortable and fluttering, and no one does not indulge in it. Then he crossed into the golden light in a daze, and was driven into the abyss of hell, and even if he passed through the spirit body of the flames, who could resist the temptation of the clear spring, and he gladly threw himself into it.

If it weren't for the blue moon above his head, he wouldn't have escaped this nightmare.

What is this, Langyu is in no mood to think about it, and he can't think of it. It's like the subspace in the ring, it's incomprehensible.

Turned around and left, there was no delay here, I don't know how long there was to go, and the blue moon above my head couldn't wait.

The gray mist does not seem to be Xuanqi, but more like the gray qi seen in the sea of consciousness, and it can also be absorbed by the spirit, although it can't be seen how thick, but Langyu is like a boat in the water, and the speed of progress is very anxious.

One month, two months, one year, two years, the gray fog is also boundless, after a few times, before Lang Yu knew it, the gray fog dimmed a lot, the golden light runes behind him were no longer visible, but the spirit body became brighter and brighter with the gray darkness of the space.

The guiding lamp, eternally above, is still the size of an egg. The river of time can wash everything, but it can also make people unbearable loneliness. Lang Yu had wondered several times if Qingyue was in the direction he was going, or if he let himself wander in eternal loneliness with him like this.

The dazed feeling of not seeing hope is a feeling that is unbearable than death. Langyu's passion for running the magic technique had already faded, and a lone spirit in the darkness was mechanically swiping towards the little light above.

If this continues, what's the point of going back? A hundred years, two hundred years, or even longer, the Daochen Realm may not have changed, but the people in my memory have all disappeared. It's a fresh start again.

Law, Lang Yu just touched it lightly and passed by, what kind of thing is it, although he crawled out of hell with nine deaths, he still returned to the original point. Only I still remember "I am Langyu." ”

It's not impossible to move wildly in your mind, but it's impossible to change it.

There were no stars in the darkness, and Lang Yu hadn't seen another spirit in a few years. There was only one person wandering helplessly like a wandering spirit. I can't even feel like I'm leaving, or I'm not moving.

Spirits? It doesn't look like it, it should be.

Wandering silently, Lang Yu has not counted for a few years. Suddenly, one day, I looked up at the blue moon above my head. His eyes widened.

It's a surprise, and it only proves one thing, that you're getting closer and closer to it. Moreover, this speed can be distinguished by the naked eye.

Hehe! Langyu was not like a human voice, he was a little crazy with joy, and his little hands immediately became energetic. Look up at the moon and play with your life.

"Roar!" Suddenly, there was an angry roar in his ears, and the hostility was high, and Lang Yu was frightened.

The most terrible thing is, of course, the impossibility suddenly appearing. This roar is the first voice Langyu has heard in decades, how can he not be surprised. Turning sharply, a spirit finally appeared on the left. Just by looking at it, Langyu felt that his scalp was striking.

It's not a human, it's a white tiger that is several times bigger than itself, just lying like a mountain.

Lang Yu was scared for the first time, thinking that when he first entered the black eyes and fought the unicorn lion, he was not ambiguous at all, and then he was the master of the demon beast, only for the sake of others trembling. But today is different, on this spirit body, he can't find the giant cave, and naturally he can't prove that he is a celestial clan.

The two little feet kicked and retreated sharply, but they found that they were still heading towards the tiger spirit.