"Uh!" Lang Yu drank violently, and the little fat man was frightened. As the spirit of the ancestral weapon, of course this kid was not given for nothing, but his ability is alchemy, and this kid who has left the ancestral realm really has no lethality, let alone for Lang Yu, who has refined the ancestral qi.

Don't look at the little fat man like a boy, he is tens of thousands of years old in terms of immortal age, so he is unwilling to accept Lang Yu as the master, but the battle in Xuanyang Dingzhong made this kid really a little afraid of Lang Yu, the power of the ancestral qi is unpredictable, whether it will really turn him, he doesn't dare to bet.

Lang Yu flipped his hand and swallowed an elixir, and started the "Returning to the Yuan Jue" again. The little fat man set up a tripod in the sea of knowledge, and a wisp of blood was endlessly invested in it.

The thread of blood turned into a circle in the golden tripod, and then turned into a blood mist. In the time of three hours, I don't know how much essence blood was invested, and finally formed a golden blood bead the size of a bean grain in the heart of Ding.

The golden pill that had just been recovered in the dantian was gone again.

This situation seems to have brought the golden pill into the sea of knowledge! Lang Yu frowned and took a deep breath, could it be that this golden pill of his own is the ancestral blood?

"Hehe, you're right. The little fat man in the sea of consciousness seemed to sense Lang Yu's thoughts, and sneered and said: "A drop of ancestral blood can be worth a thousand years of cultivation, even those immortal masters are not qualified to get it, there is only a trace of ancestral blood in your blood, and I just brought out that breath." ”

"Huh?" Lang Yu's face sank, "You mean, after this blood bead recognizes the master, there will be no ancestral blood in my body?"

The little fat man closed his eyes slightly, and after a while, he said with some doubts: "I don't know how you cultivated this trace of ancestral qi, it is integrated into your meridians, of course you can cultivate it again." ”

Lang Yu took a long breath, ancestral blood is very important to him, quite important, thinking back that he has lived all this way to the present, it seems that it is all about these six drops of ancestral blood. If he was asked to exchange his ancestral blood for that useless Lei Benyuan, Lang Yu would definitely not change it.

Six drops of ancestral blood came from the Sealing Demon Tower, but it was refined into his body by chance, so this artifact should be a good response. Lang Yu believed that what the six immortal monarchs sacrificed must be the real ancestral blood, and now that the little fat man has only refined one drop, then he naturally still has it in his body.

But in any case, Langyu will not take risks. So he didn't move this drop of golden blood, but closed his eyes again and concentrated on the "Returning to the Yuan Jue".

He wanted to prove if he could really condense the golden pill, and he had to have ancestral blood to save his life. Only by believing in yourself can you get out alive.

This time, the little fat man didn't grind, staring at Lang Yu's dantian with two bean eyes, he couldn't believe how a small cultivator of the spiritual realm could cultivate ancestral qi. Even if he could get his ancestral blood by chance, could he afford it?

This is a secret that Lang Yu didn't figure out, and it can only be attributed to the fact that he crossed into a body that defies the sky.

Could it be that this body is really the reborn body of the blood handsome, and it was probably at least the cultivation of a demon emperor back then.

This "Returning to the Yuan Jue" is also very against the sky, when he was in the Daochen Realm, Lang Yu neglected to find out where this recipe came from.

The magic trick ran for a week, and sure enough, a trace of ancestral qi appeared in the whirlpool in the dantian, although it was not visible, but Lang Yu sensed it very clearly, and the little fat man's little eyes jumped, and he had a strange expression. Based on his knowledge of the spirit transformation for nearly 10,000 years, he has never seen it, and he has never even heard of it, which human race can cultivate ancestral qi in the spirit realm, this kid is too rebellious.

Above the Thunder Flame Valley, the three emperors of the Black Wolf Clan formed a semicircle, and behind them were dense demon kings and demon generals. Black Fang and Black Horn's eyes flickered, and from time to time they looked at Lei Hai at their feet and the three blood handsome ladies opposite. From the flickering hesitant eyes, it could be felt that their hearts were very worried, and the southernmost black Ji sat cross-legged in the void and cultivated deeply, sometimes looking at the Lei Hai under his feet and sneering coldly.

A demon general's cultivation, even if he can recognize the master of the ancestral stone, can he survive in this sea of thunder? She believes that her divine sense attack, even if she can't kill that little cultivator, is enough to turn him into an idiot. Thousands of years of grievances, it's finally time to have an explanation, some things can't be paid off as soon as you die, besides...... She didn't kill the person she hated back then.

Although Hei Ji believed that Lang Yu would die, he was still not relieved in his heart, and he felt a little uneasy more and more.

The more time passes, the slimmer Lang Yu's chances of survival will naturally be, unless he is really a blood handsome, if Zu Shi recognizes the master, he may still be safe and sound. It's just that no one can enter this secret place of Thunder Valley, and the three ladies can only mention Bai Liang in front of them.

This kid still said that the blood handsome was still alive, but his confidence was already insufficient, in front of the three ladies, his face was bloodless with fright, and he had a premonition that the great pain of soul searching that was worse than death was about to come again. But this time, he didn't even dare to resist, only the painful 'enjoyment'.

"Bad luck! If I hadn't met this kid at the beginning, this king would have been able to travel around the fairy world in a chic way. Who dares to mess with me......"

Bai Liang regretted it and glanced at his feet fiercely.

However, Lang Yu didn't even have a chance to regret it, he didn't know what the identity of the blood marshal was, and naturally he wouldn't have thought that there would be someone to protect him above.

In this strange Nine Heavens Realm, he has only enemies. Even that Bai Kun father and son, Lang Yu can't fully believe it, in short, without the ability to protect himself, relying on anyone is a joke.

Ancestral Qi is a good thing, but it is also a fatal thing, and this thing Lang Yu can't give it away even if he wants to, he has used it several times to escape for his life, can't those emperor-level overhauls see it, will they not covet it?

The demon clan is the most sensitive, and perhaps it is their ancestral aura that attracts those terrifying existences.

The golden pill in the dantian reappeared, and Lang Yu snorted softly: "Of course, good things are not so easy to grab, who will kill the deer in the end, let's fight well!"

It's a big deal, if I can't attract thunderstorms, I won't go out!

"You seem to have survived the thunderstorm...... the little fat man turned his head to look at Lang Yu's sea of knowledge, and said with a squinted eye.

Lang Yu frowned slightly, this kid is really a scourge in the sea of knowledge, he just thought about it, he can actually detect it.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, the original spirit has been cultivated for thousands of years, and I still have a slight sense of your divine thoughts, but I have absolutely no malicious intent. The little fat man smiled proudly, and his little eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Hmph, I'm afraid of you? You'd better not have any ill intentions. ”

A machine spirit, after all, is just a machine spirit, can it be stronger than the threat of that holy devil?!

The little fat man didn't guess Lang Yu's thoughts anymore, and Lang Yu didn't say much cruel words, this machine spirit can condense ancestral blood, which is still very useful.

His mind sank, and he concentrated on refining qi again, since this ancestral qi could be refined endlessly, of course, the more the better, and he even thought about whether the Demon Cloud Knife could be refined to the same quality as the Heavenly Wolf Knife?

However, the energy in this world is balanced, although the ancestral qi is good, but it also consumes a huge amount of heaven and earth treasures, with three elixirs for a drop of ancestral qi, not only the little fat man's eyes are green, Lang Yu also feels that it is too loser, in addition to these energies, I am afraid that the most precious thing is the perception of the laws of heaven and earth, if it is not such a waste, it is probably not impossible for these elixirs to promote him to the immortal emperor.

"What is impossible!" With such a thought, the little fat man finally couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly shouted: "Only one Divine Pill is enough for an Immortal King to win the Immortal Emperor!"

"I'll go!" Lang Yu opened his eyes: "What you kid said is too suspenseful, how do I feel that it is useless." ”

"You! Are you realizing? You are eating! It's a pity that the Immortal Ancestor has worked hard for hundreds of years. You...... You're such a loser!"

"Oh, won't you?"

Looking at the angry machine spirit, Lang Yu also smiled embarrassedly, after eating so many elixirs, only he knows best whether there is any benefit or not, with today's meridians and divine consciousness, although the scope has not expanded much, but the quality is by no means comparable to a few months ago, conservative estimates, at least if he receives the old witch's divine consciousness to attack him, he will not be unconscious again.

Lang Yu's cultivation is still too low, if he eats this elixir again, he will really have no benefit at all, in three months, six drops of ancestral blood have been condensed, and if he wants to use these to fight against the six demon emperors, I am afraid that it will be useless no matter how much, but it should be enough to recognize the Lord's thunder origin.

Even if you really can't lead to the Thunder Tribulation, just rush out with this Thunder Sea, how can there be more Demon Emperors?!

It's not impossible, is it!?

"Speak, answer me!" Lang Yu suddenly asked angrily.

The little fat man in the sea was excited: "Ahh

"Can't you sense my thoughts?"

"Oh, I didn't pay attention to what you were thinking, hehe, you think again. ”

Think about it, do I have time to play this with you, Lang Yu asked directly: "If I recognize this Origin Thunder Beast, will I be able to control this Thunder Sea?!"

"This, it should be okay, Lord Immortal Ancestor has always been a seal, as for whether this energy can be taken away, I really haven't seen it. ”

"Hmph," Lang Yu snorted coldly and nodded slightly. Of course, an existence like Immortal Ancestor would not care about this thunder sea, but for him, he was the only force that could compete with those demon emperors.

Lang Yu's divine sense swept over the six drops of golden ancestral blood floating in the sea of consciousness, whether he could succeed in recognizing the lord or not, whether he could control this thunder sea, he had only one try.

His eyebrows tightened, his eyes opened, and he shouted softly in the sea: "Sacrifice blood!"

In front of Lang Yu's head, the golden light flickered, and three golden blood beads flew out continuously, like three fireflies in the thunder sea, only paused in front of Lang Yu, and pounced on the thunder beast with a "sneer".

The golden ancestral blood, even if it is just a fake, but the domineering of the ancestral qi is really not something that these thunder lights can disperse, this is probably the reason why the Sky Wolf Clan is obviously guarding a supreme treasure but no one dares to collect it, without ancestral blood, I am afraid that no one will be able to recognize the master.

As soon as the three drops of ancestral blood came out, the thunder beast immediately reacted, the light on its little head flashed, and when it turned its head left and right, the three drops of ancestral blood were already surrounded within ten zhang.

Lang Yu didn't make a rash move, but formed a triangular formation in the back two and one to lock the thunder beast's escape route, and see how it reacted first.

Of course, this kind of formation was only suspended for three or two seconds, seeing that the thunder beast did not attack, nor did it move, only in the moment when it was surprised, Lang Yu stretched out his hand and pointed: "Recognize the master!"

Three drops of golden blood flashed and shot at the cyan thunder beast from three directions at the same time.