Stepping on the grass half waist deep, Langyu slipped a little, the road was still there, but the grass was gone. Walking over step by step, he couldn't help but think of Gu Lei again, thought of Qingyu and Lan Zhu, and the Yueyue who liked to peep, and unconsciously, the complex of another world had hindered his steps.

In the world of life, it is nothing more than a love word. Affection is affection, love is affection, and grace is affection. Thinking back to his five years of black eyes, his first goal is to return to the ancient village and help the ancient people without complaints, although for their "Thunder Turning Formula". But there is still a love in my heart. To find Lu Xueying, I want to know where Uncle Gan and Yueyue are, or is it a kind of love. In order to let the master see the light of day again, he can not hesitate to go to the soup and fire, but also for love. This is something he has never felt in his previous life, is he trapped by love?

Cultivators, immortals, flying heavens, killing?

Why? What are you going to do after all? He remembered that he stopped the scene of Gu Qian killing the subjects of the two tribes with a word, and at that time he thought of the happy and respectful Yu'er family, and what he did was still one word-"love." ”

There is a way to steal, and there is love to steal. Is this also the way?

Suddenly, Langyu took a step into the air, and a huge tree smashed in front of him, and it was too late to hide. "Whew", Lang Yu just startled.

No pain, no sensation, just walked away. When he was about to suddenly turn back to take one last look at his corpse, his feet were stiff. The feeling of death has gone through a lot, and Lang Yu is not surprised.

"Squeak, little master, you're finally here. A shrill voice rang out from the sea of knowledge. The mouse under the reel opened its little eyes in a daze.

"You, I" Lang Yu shook his head tightly.

Did I hallucinate just now? When I looked around me again, the scenery was different. Condescendingly, his feet stood on a rock leaning out of the cliff face.

Overdone?

This Xiaotan's formation is really weird, he was obviously more than 20 zhang away just now, but now he is behind Xiaotan.

More than 20 feet, did you fly here? It's incredible.

With a "whoosh", the guinea pig jumped onto Langyu's shoulder.

"You've always been here?" Lang Yu glanced at him.

"yes, yes, there's a good thing here, but I can't find it. ”

"Hey, hey. Lang Yu smiled. This formation is really pee-exciting, and there is no way to even be a guinea pig that can drill into the ground, so there is nothing to make a fuss about hallucinating yourself.

Does the hallucination move? Lang Yu inadvertently ignored a crucial question. Hallucinations only make people stand still, but they do not teleport people to other places.

Lang Yu touched the scene of 'intercession', and at that time he had a trace of enlightenment, and stepped into the Dao pattern, how would he know with his knowledge. Just like when I was in Broken Soul Ridge, I suddenly felt a sense of desperation, and took the 'proud' step in the pyramid.

It's a pity that Lang Yu has not cultivated immortals, and the feeling of that day has long been forgotten, and he also attributed today's events to hallucinations.

"Good thing, better than this scroll?" Lang Yu inspired.

"No, no, but I need it too. "This little mouse has no scheming, just say whatever he wants.

Lang Yu smiled, hehe, do you need it, good things, I need it too. "Okay, I'll take you in, you can't have good things to yourself. He remembered the pit he had taken out in the Tempest Wolf's cave.

"Okay, yes!" the mouse jumped to the ground excitedly, jumped again, and climbed onto the other shoulder.

Lang Yu turned his hand and took out the jade piece, his divine sense swept it around, and then turned back to the position where he had stood every time he fetched water, pinched the jade piece in his hand, and gently stretched it out.

The blue-green light pattern in front of his eyes flashed, and Langyu disappeared. The flowers and trees under the stone cliff are still the same, the mountain grass is still swaying gently with the wind, no matter how much anyone looks for it, there is no trace of anyone who has come, this is the mystery of the prohibition and formation.

In the turquoise light pattern, the figure flashed, and the scene in front of Langyu changed, it was the small pool he was familiar with. A few bald stones, surrounded by a slightly green clear water, without waves and lines. Entering this space, in Langyu's feeling, he just took a step forward.

"Squeak, right here, right here!" the mouse snorted, jumped on a rock, and sniffed a few times into the pool below, mung bean eyes staring straight into the depths, as if he could really see.

"Hehe, what do you see?" Squatted down and reached into the green water, and looked down with his eyes.

"Ahh "What do I see?"

In the faint green water, the figure of an old man with crossed knees floated up from the bottom of the water lying flat.

Lang Yu gasped a few times and turned his hand to hold "Qinghong". The pool in front of me is less than a few square meters, and if you look closely, the floating figure is only the size of a baby, but the age is ......

"Old beggar?" How could it be him? How could he be here? Lang Yu gasped and took a step back.

The old man who suddenly appeared slowly dehydrated was the old beggar that Lang Yu had seen under the stone monument in Xingyang Town. It's just that what appeared in front of Lang Yu at this time was just a light and shadow, rising more than a meter high in the air, and his body was raised leisurely. Still slightly closed his eyes, his hands were held under the dantian, and the broken bowl was gone.

This time, Langyu could see clearly that it was indeed a transparent light body, not himself. Through the knees of the old man sitting cross-legged, you can see Xiao Bai on the opposite side, who is still nervously looking for something underwater on the rock, and he seems to be unaware of the appearance of this old man.

Three blood-colored silver stones, "cut thirteen"; So, this old man is really a diviner, Lang Yu thought of a scene six years ago,

The blood tribulation was experienced by himself, and he was cut by himself, and the great opportunity was indeed obtained. This old beggar is amazing.

Lang Yu was not afraid, but also sincerely respected, and bowed down with his hands in fists. "Boy, thank you seniors for your kindness. ”

Looking up, the light and shadow did not move.

It's not the body, it's also a wisp of soul. Lang Yu was speechless again, he seemed to have really come to the ghost world, how could he have come into contact with some spirits, souls and other things.

"Squeak, master, master, what's wrong with you?" as soon as Lang Yu spoke, the guinea pig raised his head and shouted.

"Hehe, it's none of your business, but you found it?" Lang Yu lowered his head and smiled.

"yes, yes, right down there. I'm going to get it out. The mouse said, and with a single drill it disappeared from the stone.

The light and shadow of the old beggar changed the moment the white mouse disappeared, and his hands were divided, revealing an old bowl in his palm, which was still just a light and shadow.

Lang Yu couldn't help but feel strange, hehe! This old beggar didn't know if it was his real body or his soul body, but he actually knew that the little mouse would covet his broken bowl?

With a light swipe of both hands, the broken bowl floated in front of Lang Yu.

The old beggar didn't say a word from beginning to end, but Lang Yu understood this move. With another flip of his hand, he took out three pieces of silver and threw them into the bowl in front of him.

"Knock knock" Without accident, the three silver stones fell into the pool at his feet. However, in the bowl in front of him, there were indeed three phantoms of silver stones. Hey, interesting.

The next scene Lang Yu is not unfamiliar with, the old beggar made a move with one hand, broke the bowl and took it back, shook it up and down three times, and gently fell in the void.

There was no blood, the silverstone was missing, and only five words were poured out in mid-air. Spun and fell into the pool, disappearing before reaching the surface.

"Division, From, Ling, Song, Zi. ”

The world is unique, Langyu is completely convinced, and even this can be calculated. Studying under Ling Songzi, Lang Yu was tight-lipped about this matter, except for himself and the guinea pig, no third person knew, and this old man was in the Xiaotan ban, where did he know.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he threw three silver stones into the bowl, he wanted to take this opportunity to calculate the whereabouts of Niang and Uncle Gan, as well as Yueyue and Gu Lei.

It's three more "knock knocks". Silverstone fell into the water, but the broken bowl was also gone, and then the figure of the old beggar also faded away in a hurry, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Huh?" Lang Yu opened his mouth, only one hexagram at a time? It's just that this hexagram seems to be useless today, Lang Yu immediately thought of the old man of the ancient clan in the ancient tower, but he was afraid that this was just a photo of the old beggar.

Studying under Ling Songzi, I don't know if this is the hexagram of a few years ago, it must be accurate, but it is useless for me today. Now that even Ling Songzi is dead, the time when the old man took a photo should have been five years ago.

The figure of the old beggar disappeared, and Lang Yu's consciousness immediately sank into the scroll, if the soul body disappeared, would it be possible to get there too, no matter what the old man said, he could be regarded as having a hexagram for himself, and he had to ask the master to protect his soul.

It was just an indifferent sweep, and Lang Yu couldn't help but be frightened for a while, there were already dense points of light in the soul body space, no less than two or three hundred. I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it. Since the master was able to enter and exit the scroll freely, Lang Yu rarely entered it, especially after Gu Qian advanced to Venerable, by his side, Lang Yu didn't dare to make any small moves.

Demon beasts, humans, Lin and Huang, and ancient clans. Fortunately, not all of them died at the hands of Lang Yu, otherwise he would really be a murderer.

"Master!" Lang Yu searched for a while, and only then did he find the familiar figure in that point of light.

"Master, master, what's wrong with you?" Lang Yu was a little anxious, he hadn't seen him for a few days, and the old man's condition was very bad.

Yang Xiao just sat quietly and didn't reply.

If something goes wrong, there must be a problem! What should I do? If the master has any dispity, what should I do?

Suddenly, Lang Yu found that in this world, what he could do for his master, there was nothing he could do, and he was still delusional about letting the master be reborn?

What is the reason for this?

Lang Yu swept in front of him. Something seems to be missing. By the way, what about the brightest Ling Songzi?

After looking around again, he (mother), the old boy was really gone, and it must have been a big battle with the master to consume the master like this. Damn the Immortals!