The two immortal kings were shocked by Lu Chengze's pleading voice, it was too pitiful, too mad. However, just as the two of them turned to look back, the eerie and hoarse magic voice came out.

"Boom...... Don't you all want to take me, this demon is coming? Boom ...... No one can run away—— away!"

The Holy Demon Devoured the Sacred Fire of Asgard, and his ambition soared. actually drove Lu Chengze to slash at the Xuanyang Ancestral Palace.

This knife slashed the colorful clouds to pieces, and the Immortal Ancestor Palace shook violently like a giant ship that had hit a rock.

"Boom...... Buzz!"

In a deafening explosion, the two immortal kings were directly thrown up, and they looked back in panic, only to see that a purple-red blood moon really slashed into the Xuanyang Palace, and exploded in the light of the three golden characters.

This knife directly sucked the flames on Lu Chengze's body into the air, and a piece of ash flew into the air, and the little fluorescence turned into nothingness.

An Immortal King Sect Master, there really didn't even have a handful of ashes left, and he fell in the Immortal Ancestor Palace.

"Rubbish!"

The Holy Demon Son probably didn't expect such a result, as soon as Lu Chengze was extinguished, the seal of the Immortal Ancestor Palace immediately formed a circle of light, and even the flames were isolated. The Holy Demon Zi scolded angrily, and as soon as the magic knife turned around, it broke the seal and rushed straight at Feng Zizhang.

He had to find another body, otherwise, when his soul power was exhausted, the Holy Demon Son might really be sealed in this ancestral realm.

Dare to attack the Xuanyang Palace, of course, it is not blood heat, he wants to test whether the power of the magic knife can break through the seal, because the golden fairy fire can't refine the magic knife, and the deception is that there is no one in the Immortal Ancestor Palace.

However, he ignored whether an immortal king could withstand it, and once Lu Chengze died, it would probably not be easy to catch a hostel again.

The blood-dripping magic knife has already become a refinement, as soon as the head of the knife falls, Feng Zizhang immediately feels that his scalp is numb, his legs are weak, and he watched the magic knife flicker twice in the bursting light, and he screamed in fright, and even crawled under the jade fence of the Immortal Ancestor Palace, and plunged into the fairy lake with five lights.

"Ahh

I don't know if I don't jump, I jump out of my urine, have you forgotten where the rolling heat wave came from?! The beautiful fairy lake is dazzling, but when you enter it, you jump into the furnace of earth fire, and when you snort, the next moment your soul is gone.

Two immortal kings, moths to the fire, throw themselves to their deaths.

Feng Zizhang felt that he was about to melt, as if he had been swallowed into his stomach by a desolate fire beast. Regret is definitely regret, but it is an instinctive desire to survive that still makes him desperately release the two-foot immortal domain, as for Shouyuan, is it still useful to keep it at this time?

The main island of the volcano is like a huge tree root that stretches for nearly a thousand miles, divided into eight medicine gardens, and at a distance of more than 100 zhang underground in the northeast direction, the little fat man in red hurriedly took Lang Yu and Ling Zhu and flew away for more than 30 zhang.

"Don't go any further!" Ling Zhu stopped and shouted angrily.

Lang Yu raised his hand and pushed his nose down, and smiled: It seems that this god king is no good. A powerful soul dementor gradually appeared in front of him, and even Lang Yu's eyes were filled with golden flowers, as if his soul was about to wander out. Although it is walking underground, its feet are already fluttering.

Hearing this, the little fat man turned his head and looked at Ling Zhu speechlessly and shook his head again: "It's disappointing that the Protoss only has such a little resistance. ”

"You, of course the envoy is not afraid of such a soul, but ......" Ling Zhu glared at Lang Yu fiercely with his eyes.

The little fat man said: "Forget it, if you don't mind, Ben."

The spirit can send you an aura. ”

"No, I mind. I'm not going!" Ling Zhu said, and sat down. Although Zu Bao is good, she can't get it, and she can't move forward at all.

"Let's go!"

The little fat man was not used to her, so he didn't wait if he didn't go, and continued to shrink down as soon as he sank. Shuttling underground at the speed of this little fat man, in just the blink of an eye, he brought Lang Yu into a space where gold flew yellow.

"Hum—"

Lang Yu's spirit conjured up above his head - he was going to steal!

The space in front of him was a dazzling golden light in front of Langyu's eyes, as if entering the sun, bright and blazing. The body seemed to fall apart, and the spirit body seemed to be soaked in a hot soup, and it involuntarily swam out.

What is that golden light, and what's in that golden light?!

Piles of golden earthworms seemed to appear in front of Langyu's eyes, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Netherworld?!—— set for me!"

As soon as "Returning to the Yuan" was revealed, the five-color brilliance was aroused, and the spirit body was gathered back to the sea of knowledge.

The attraction of the golden light made Lang Yu seem to have entered the dead space in the Daochen Realm again. But this time, it wasn't the spirit, but the main body followed.

Seeing Lang Yu's stupid eyes, the little fat man in red turned his head and smiled: "Hehe, kid, you are really a talent that can be created, and you really let you resist the devouring of your soul." ”

It's ridiculous that a pet-like spirit always thinks of himself as a senior. But this time, Lang Yu didn't have the heart to correct him, his eyes shrank and he asked calmly, "This is Zu Bao?"

"Hehe, stupid, didn't expect it, haven't you seen it?"

However, what Langyu was thinking about was no longer what was in front of him. This piece of golden light was overwhelming, vertical and horizontal, and the dense clusters of golden soul pools were the kind of complicated runes that could be seen in the netherworld. It's just that back then, he was out of his body with his soul, and he was not as dazzling as he is today. And today's Longyu is not comparable to that year.

So, is that so-called netherworld space just an ancestral treasure? For those who can't read runes, those golden light soul pools are simply the same.

In the Daochen Realm, what kind of ancestral treasure is that?!

Swallow - heaven - furnace!

Lang Yu's eyes flashed, and he took a long breath. That's probably the only thing he could think of. They should be two extremely similar furnaces, the ancestral treasure alchemy in front of him, and the furnace known as "swallowing the sky", Lang Yu can't imagine its effect, is there really a treasure in the world that can swallow the sky?

Of the three ancestral treasures in the Daochen Realm, Lang Yu had already seen two, if that Netherworld was really an ancestral treasure, it must be the Heaven Devouring Furnace of the Burial Demon Valley.

The things of the fairy world are really too mysterious, the treasure of the town realm guarded by the demons, has he really been in it twice?

On one side is the raging flames, and on the other side is the secluded and cold world. That Demon Valley and the Netherworld are really difficult

It is believed that this is the result of something that is caused. But the golden light in front of him was too similar to the Netherworld, if it was also an ancestral treasure, it would definitely not be the Demon Sealing Tower and the Ancient Scrolls. Unless...... There's a fourth ancestral treasure there, just below the North Sea!

Lang Yu had never entered the center of the Burial Demon Valley, nor had he opened the seal of the old turtle, so he only had such a guess.

And it doesn't matter if there is a fourth ancestral treasure or not, or if that netherworld space is the Burial Demon Valley and the North Sea. What really made Langyu feel tight in his heart was: machine spirit!

An uneasy and ominous thought suddenly appeared in Lang Yu's heart.

Zu Bao, he had really seen a lot, but he hadn't seen a machine spirit like the Holy Demon and the Little Fat Man. It has never appeared in the Demon Sealing Tower, and the old man in the ancient scrolls who didn't see the head and tail only came out with a voice, especially the Sky Wolf Knife, which was actually sat in by his own soul in his previous life, what the hell is going on?!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the golden space shook, and the light in front of Lang Yu's eyes staggered in an instant, and he couldn't help but bang in his head, almost spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Quick, boy, sacrifice ancestral blood!"

This time, it was the little fat man who was the most panicked, and his voice shouted with a hint of fear.

Lang Yu used the "Returning to the Yuan Jue" again, and forced out a colorful Xuanguang, pressing the out-of-body suction force of the soul, and turned his head to look at the little fat man: "Do you want me to recognize the ancestral treasure?"

"Whatever! Fast, the more the merrier!"

The little fat man's voice gradually drifted away in a hurry, and the entire spirit body suddenly melted into the golden light.

"To get out, I need ancestral energy. With your cultivation, you are not qualified to sacrifice the ancestral treasure, but with the presence of the original spirit, it is not difficult to manipulate this treasure......"

This instrument spirit has already come to his ancestral spirit, of course Lang Yu can't give up this opportunity, whether he is qualified or not, it is not a time to recognize the ancestor weapon Lang Yu. The little fat man sent it to the door by himself, so there was no reason not to accept it.

Boy, thousands of years have been sealed here, it seems that you still don't know the means of the deity, so let's practice!

Lang Yu sat down, turned his hand and activated the "Returning to the Yuan Jue", his eyebrows lit up, and the Xuan Qi and Shen Nian turned into two red lines and shot into the golden light.

"Buzz ——!"

In the flash of golden light, the divine thought entered the furnace, and a large golden spittoon appeared in front of Lang Yu's eyes. That image is exactly what the mark in the heart of the little fat man's eyebrows looks like, just as big as a planet.

When the ancestral qi was sacrificed, the golden tripod would no longer dazzle in Langyu's divine consciousness, but only glory and sacredness remained. On the slowly rotating earless spittoon, there are four inscriptions clearly embossed: Xuanyang, Xuanyang, Xuanyang, Xuanyang.

Xuanyang Ding, the famous ancestor of the Immortal Ancestor, was buried under the volcano. I'm afraid this is something that the immortals would never have thought of anyway, even if it was those immortals who had entered the immortal palace thousands of years ago, there was no news of Xuanyang Ding.

Who has ever seen this thing? Who dares to ask?!

So what about the situation in Dingzhong now? A divine thought of Lang Yu entered, and he immediately entered a red and gorgeous space, which was extremely large, and nine golden dragons swam around, spewing out nine flames, forming a slowly rotating nebula vortex in the entire space.

Lang Yu couldn't help but take a deep breath, this thing seemed to be an enlarged dantian, but it didn't have the colorful aura in his dantian, and he didn't see the yin and yang pisces. Of course, there was no golden pill among them, only seven pills with a metallic luster lying quietly at the bottom of the ding, shining like stars.

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