As soon as Lang Yu retreated, he flew back four or five feet, raised his hand to grab it, and swooped back the Sky Wolf Knife. Looking at the old tree spirit, he shrank his eyes and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, if I don't beat you out, you won't be able to talk well. ”

The old tree spirit clenched his fists: "This immortal friend just wants a spiritual root, and the old tree doesn't stop it." ”

"Huh. Lang Yu's eyes bent, and he smiled weirdly: "Thank you." ”

After saying that, he picked up the knife and ran to the old mulberry tree.

"Ah, fairy friend, fairy friend, what does this mean?" the mulberry tree spirit retreated sharply.

"Since the old immortal friend won't stop it, of course I'm going to split the tree to get the spiritual root. ”

"You...... You're ......"

"Haha, old guy, don't pretend to be confused, you will give your life in vain, don't say that the deity doesn't give face. ”

Lang Yu lifted the knife and smashed it, and the blue light was released, accompanied by flashing thunder patterns.

The mulberry tree spirit rolled his eyes, and finally reluctantly reached out and dug into the root, and a long water spirit root was caught. The little guy was a little flustered and overwhelmed, wrapped in a layer of golden light.

Lang Yu stretched out the tip of the knife and picked it up, pointed his finger to seal it, and put it into the ring.

"Thank you. ”

Turn around and go.

"No...... , fairy friends stay, that golden ball ......"

"I've given it to you, so let's take my time. ”

"No, you have to take it out. The mulberry spirit followed closely with two steps.

Lang Yu smiled back: "To tell you the truth, I will only release it, not take it, but since you sent out the spirit root, the deity guarantees that it will not explode." The rest is up to you. ”

"You ......" The old mulberry tree raised his hand anxiously, but Lang Yu went straight to the depths of the mulberry forest without looking.

The old mulberry tree is probably not inferior to the existence of the unintentional ancestor, but unfortunately, it accidentally touched the road. As soon as the golden bead came in, he immediately felt the threat of his life, he didn't know what that thing was made of, for him, it exuded an aura of destruction, once it exploded, he couldn't bear it.

However, after handing over the spiritual root, it seems that the result has not changed much.

Watching Lang Yu disappear, the old guy raised his hand and looked around, trying to find a place to vent, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the ancient trees that were driven by him, all of them had dull skins and soft branches and wilted leaves. It's already dropped a level alive.

One level, seven or eight hundred years of cultivation.

"You bastard!" "Poof!" a slap on the ground, the leaves fluttered, and the old dryad disappeared.

Lang Yu tasted the sweetness, he was now very afraid that Shensang Ancestor would suddenly come out, so most of the attacks on the three or two ancient trees along the way were quick battles, and he went to find those tree kings who guarded the spirit grass and spirit roots.

The battle almost never stopped, and the treasures that Langyu found were basically not enough to squander on his own. In seven days, with nearly a hundred battles, the fairy grass has grabbed a lot, but the spirit root has only caught three.

Listen to his tone, he only caught three, and he seems to be very dissatisfied.

Is it really that those spiritual roots are big radish? Shensang Valley, if you want to say that you are unlucky, it will be bad luck on that little mouse, and the aura of spiritual creatures within nearly a hundred miles, even if it is hidden in the tree, it is difficult to escape his nose.

That's it, Lang Yu gave up a lot along the way, and he rushed roughly to the depth of the northwest.

Diao Hu entered the Shensang Valley from the north back then, and went deeper than 2,000 miles, and from the scolding of Jin Zhenmo, it could be heard that the old monster had found a treasure, but it was discovered.

The thing that a third-order demon king fancies is definitely not just a spiritual root.

So, will Langyu think that he is taller than Jin Zhenmo?

No, but Jin Zhenmo doesn't have Langyu's backhand. So what he can't get, Lang Yu doesn't necessarily have no chance. Of course, first you have to know what that thing is.

In addition to defense, Jin Peng's wings are almost useless, with the Heavenly Wolf Knife and the Illusion Technique, in seven days, Lang Yu has killed nearly a thousand miles, and the old mulberry tree's killing moves are hardly too tricky, but the further he goes, the higher his cultivation seems to be.

Along the way, Lang Yu just cut down three old trees, and did not kill as he began to think.

Further forward, as far as the eye could see, a white mulberry appeared. It can be seen that this is a noble mulberry tree, outstanding. After two battles, Lang Yu took on a new trick - lock spirit, and a seemingly terrifying divine sense suppression.

With Langyu's bloodline and the sable comparable to the Demon Emperor, they have fallen into crisis several times.

This was the real terrifying thing about Shensang Valley, and Lang Yu had no doubt that the third-order Golden Shock Demon must have paid a great price to escape without the Heavenly Wolf Sword.

After two days of temptation and more than two hundred miles, Langyu did not dare to leave. Going any further, I'm afraid it's not something he can provoke. In two days, Lang Yu only found two ordinary fairy grasses, and then there was nothing.

At the foot of the foot is a black stream, full of leaves and swimming slowly.

Just when Lang Yu was looking ahead in a daze, the mouse poked its head out of his chest.

"Master, I smell a very stinky smell, but it seems to be a big spirit grass. ”

"Huh?" Lang Yu looked at the mouse and looked forward again.

Rows of white mulberries were as tall and stout as bamboo sticks, blocking the way, and as far as the eye could see, the three tree kings were found. It's not a question of guts, it's a question of not being able to beat it at all.

Even if there is no suppression of the law, Langyu can only run, but cannot be defeated. He even felt that there was great danger if the Sky Wolf Sword left his grasp.

But at this moment, the smell of treasures came.

Lang Yu pinched the corner of his eye and pushed it up and down, and snorted lightly.

"The deity wants to see what else you can do. ”

If I can't beat it, I won't leave. The challenge of stepping over the level should also be stopped in moderation, you are a 10,000-year-old immortal grass, and the deity is no stranger.

Now Langyu is no longer afraid of the appearance of the Divine Sang Ancestor.

Put away the mouse, the horizontal knife in front of him, and sat cross-legged by the black water stream.

This is a rare safe area, and the ten-zhang wide narrow river channel is only covered with fallen leaves, which no longer pose a threat to the current Langyu.

While vigilantly sensing the movement in his ears, his divine consciousness sank into the dantian and began to impact the thirteenth vein.

At the same time, the sable in the sea of knowledge entered a deep sleep.

The demon clan is advanced, there is no magic, with the natural perception and the laws contained in the fairy grass and spiritual roots, in the demon city, they can also use the assistance of the demon pool, and for the current Langyu, they must focus on using the tree spirit.

Among those absorbed tree spirits, there are not only the laws of God punishing heaven and earth, but also the special laws in the Divine Mulberry Valley, and the sable only needs to be quietly refined.

To cross this creek, it is only possible to advance.

If a primordial god's natal sable can escape from the Demon Emperor's prohibition, everything is possible.

Lang Yu is not only a demonic cultivator, but also has a mind against the sky, he can challenge, he will never play with his life. With his net worth, what kind of treasure can still attract him?

Immortal Qinghong can't do it, and even the Jiuyang lantern that has been disobedient to the call has faded out of his desire. These two things can't compare to the Sky Wolf Knife.

"You've really found a good place!"

In the direction that Lang Yu was advancing, far away from the Shensang Valley, Jin Zhenmo gritted his teeth, his eyes were on fire. He didn't see Lang Yu, but came to catch Diao Hu.

The kid didn't know the bottom of his heart, so he quietly returned to investigate, but as a result, he was discovered by the three demon kings first, and he didn't dare to make a move, and he didn't know where to escape.

Since he himself is not dead, of course Lang Yu is fine. The sad Diao Hu finally remembered the days when he was in the Shenpeng tribe. Since it came out three hundred years ago, it seems that this life is not his own.

That's the price of arrogance.

It's been more than ten days, how did this kid survive?

Jin Zhenmo was angry and frightened, this kind of aimless waiting can make people go crazy.

Although Diao Hu removed the blood oath, would he definitely become Langyu's pet beast? No one could tell him. It can only be determined that Lang Yu is in the Shensang Valley.

In more than ten days, can this kid still be alive? No one told him, only to be sure that Lang Yu did not escape.

Not daring to enter, and not daring to withdraw, has become a kind of heart-scratching torture.

What made Jin Zhenmo even more depressed was that the Sable Bai family did not come, and nine times out of ten they returned to Bailu Mountain to get away. But who is to blame for this? Lang Yu ran into the realm of the lion clan and rushed out of his defensive line.

If you want to complain, you can only complain that this kid is too short-sighted.

Around the northwest of Shensang Valley, Jin Zhen Demon was like an ant on a hot pot, flying in circles, and his heart seemed to be grasping a sweet potato that had just come out of the pot, and he couldn't take it or put it away.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Click!

There was a sudden muffled sound in the air, followed by a crisp sound, as if someone had broken a piece of glass. Then, the rolling black clouds, the black clouds were dyed into layers of blood, and the electric light rushed in the blood.

The center of the Shensang Valley was instantly covered with a gloomy blood-colored black shadow.

"Ahh

One by one, the demon kings involuntarily sank a few feet, and opened their mouths to exclaim.

The ancient tree is a catastrophe, or a blood catastrophe.

For a while, a few people were amazed, and a few people regretted.

Regardless of whether the person who survived the calamity is an enemy or a friend, those who can lead to this calamity are worthy of admiration. The different levels of thunder robbers also prove that the quality of cultivators is different, and those who can lead down such thunder robbers are none other than the delicate sons of the sky, the dragons and phoenixes among people.

It's a pity that this is the probability of nine deaths.

Jin Zhenmo shrank his eyes and looked at the thundercloud, speechless for a long time.

"It's done!hahaha......!"

In the Shensang Valley in the thunderclouds, Lang Yu looked up to the sky and smiled. In three days, the thirteenth demon vein was finally opened, and the "Qi Jing Yuan Jue" entered the Great Perfection, and the sable in the sea of knowledge condensed into an entity that had shrunk nearly twice as much, and entered the Yuan Shen Period.

And sure enough, it led to the catastrophe.

Heavenly catastrophe, Langyu's biggest killer feature, came as scheduled.

Until now, Langyu seems to have just found some rules. The spells that Lang Yu cultivated were complex, but not every step would lead to a catastrophe. Only the highest Seven Flame Recipes are drawn out by the Five Veins initiates every time they ascend, and the others do not. For the demon vein, in the past, it would often be attracted when it was in the mortal realm, but in the later stage, even if it was transformed, it did not lead to the heavenly tribulation. And today it is here again.

Why?