"According to what Taixuanmen and Tianfengmen said last time, the person who killed more than a dozen immortals in Dayu is really likely to be him. Gu Jiucheng lowered his head and said his speculation softly.

"From Dachi to Dayu, according to the route, he should also come to my ancient clan. Gu Yu's eyebrows suddenly raised, "It's not good, with the actions of the Immortal Gate, Gu Yu may have been more auspicious." Whether the man is or not, dead or alive, I want a definite message. Send someone into Dayu immediately!"

Yunmeng Mountain is worthy of being a natural barrier. The army of 3,000 cultivators at the mouth of the two valleys finally made the tide of demon beasts in Daluo have to change their course and rush to Daqin.

The five deep fingerprints under the Moyu Ridge in the West Valley were impressive, and in the eyes of mortals, they were the means of the gods. For more than a month, the figures of cultivators in various costumes and different cultivation behaviors have appeared from time to time.

There is no shortage of miracles to be observed, there are also treasure hunters to the relics of the Great War, and there are also people with special missions who quietly watch and leave. Only one of His Holiness picked up a treasure and brought it back to the clan with joy.

A dragon, another dragon, it's really fate, it actually fell into the dragon's mouth twice. As soon as the mouth was closed, Langyu immediately fell into the darkness, feeling soft and collapsed, that is, sleepy, tired. This is the end of the last memory, the coast and the beach when I first woke up flashed in my memory again, and somehow disappeared. Still no pain, no feeling, empty all around, no gravity, no direction.

What is that? a broken teapot, a little snake curled up.

Who throws away the garbage?

The broken teapot flashed a faint red light twice, and it disappeared, and the little snake spat out the core, and it faded when it looked at it. Then everything is black in front of you, and there is no speed or distance in space.

A pair of wooden eyes, motionless and not knowing where to stare at, drifting with the tide. In the boundless darkness, only this faint shadow floated.

......Suddenly, blue lightning flashed in the darkness, passing through the shadows, but it still didn't provoke a reaction from him. It was as if the wind was blowing, or something was attracting it ahead, and the shadows were fading away, getting farther and farther away from the blue electric light.

There is no sound, no wind or rain, and no sun, moon and stars. Whether time is stopping or flying by doesn't matter to Langyu. He didn't want to think about it at all.

A year, two years, maybe more than ten years have passed, and his shadow has not disappeared, and the scenery around him has not changed at all. Because there is nothing else but darkness.

Twenty years, thirty years. I don't know if there is still a concept of years here, but it has been a long, long time. Unconsciously, there seemed to be a light ahead, gray. But the gray fog was still long, thirty years, fifty years. The faint shadow finally had a movement.

Raised his hand and pushed his nose down.

Where is this going to be worn? Didn't you go so far when you came? This doesn't seem to be the way home? Lang Yu blinked, looking at this side of the space that he didn't know whether it was moving or not moving, he didn't know how many years had passed in his imagination, and he seemed to remember something.

Looking down at himself, the black clothes turned into white clothes, and they still seemed to be translucent. He thought of the ancient scrolls, of the master. This scene is not unfamiliar, and he should be a soul now.

Already dead?

Where do people go when they die? Why is it that no one ever sends back a single message about the afterlife?

I see. In this dead space, when you wake up, where to find your way back. This must also be a kind of law.

Lang Yu closed his eyes, opened them after a while, he didn't sense the Xuan Qi, he ran the Qi Movement again, he didn't sense the law, and he didn't react at all.

What about the 'Essence of Transformation'?

It's not intentional, it's just that in this seemingly eternal world, Langyu wants to find some interest for himself. It's a long road, talk to relieve boredom.

"Whew!"

"Ahh The wind blew and almost blew itself away. gasped for a few breaths, twisted his body, and finally returned to his place.

Is this ...... Shenyuan, or is it a kind of soul, or is the refining of the gods themselves refining the soul?

So much! Lang Yu couldn't help but be surprised after looking around.

If it is really as imagined, refining a powerful soul body here, maybe it can also live forever. The immortal gate is based on the divine yuan to cultivate, so it can be inferred from this that it seems that this is a shortcut to the divine realm. Death is life, life is death, if you don't die or live, isn't it a god, you are already dead, but you still exist here, if the soul body is strong enough, there will inevitably be unexpected abilities, at least the existence of transcendent laws.

Hehe, this is the so-called blessing in disguise. Controlling this side of the space, you can't get anywhere. It's probably not difficult to shuttle between spaces and interfaces at will.

This is a desirable prospect, and Lang Yu sat down excitedly, carefully running the magic trick. It's not difficult to control the amount of absorption.

The reason why I thought about it was the hurricane just now that made Langyu feel unusually comfortable after recovery, and his soul body was much more solidified. This is not a dream.

In a silent environment, it is the best place to cultivate. The endless gray fog makes people feel like they are wandering in the quiet sea of gods, comfortable and warm.

Once you close your eyes, five years have passed, and if you are never old, time can already be ignored. The so-called five years, this is just an estimate of Langyu, and the most primitive method is used - to suck the time.

The crystal soul body has made substantial progress, and the clear human form can be seen with flowing hair.

What is it like to refine the gods to a higher realm? Lang Yu had never experienced it in his previous life or this life, but he truly felt that he was indeed fluttering like an immortal.

A little hot, a little dry mouth. Gradually, the fog that can be absorbed seems to be less and less.

It's complete, it's about to break through? Langyu slowly opened his eyes.

"Huh?" After just one glance, Lang Yu stood up. The gray mist was gone, and golden lights flickered and intertwined in front of him. That's where the heat comes from.

What kind of place is this, how could he inadvertently break into here, Lang Yu is looking around, this place doesn't seem to be a good place. The golden light swept through, and the soul body that had been cultivated for several years was melting, so he was hot.

It's not good, it's too careless. You have to find that sea of fog quickly. The fluttering Lang Yu dodged the golden light, but he couldn't judge whether he should move forward or backward. And he's thirsty.

The golden light flowed, like a long, regular pool of light. Not one, but many, scattered flowing in space, like mirrors. What is really in front of him is a piece of gold, but it is fatal to the spirit of Langyu. His body is like a grass target stained with gasoline, burning when he shines on it. And like flies in a brazier, there is nowhere to dodge.

There are more and more golden pools of light, no matter how Langyu struggles, he is always sinking deeper and deeper. In the end, there was only one instinctive dodge left, and Howe was unconscious.

Mu Ran shuttled in the golden light, he saw other lights and shadows, and the lights and shadows he saw only flashed a few times in front of him, some floated away, and some burned in the golden light. As if looking at a painting, life and death, there is no trace of sadness and excitement for Langyu at this time. In the end, it's all the same fate.

Langyu is falling, whether he is attracted or pushed, completely involuntary. In the end, he didn't even bother to dodge instinctively, and the golden light was split to one side, and another fire of "poof" rose and was hit to the other side.

The spirit body, which was already almost substantial, became illusory in this golden space for a moment. The golden light is the nemesis of the spirit, looking from afar, the spirits that flew into it one by one in the brilliant pool of light "poof" smoked, like a match struck, and Lang Yu also disappeared in the scroll.

A clear lake, a cool bay. Blurred lights and shadows floated in all directions, and then pierced without hesitation. For every spirit that has gone through the Golden Light Purgatory, there is heaven.

A white shadow with a fairly clear outline flew over the lake.

Wow, Bai Ying stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. But he struggled a moment when he threw himself into the lake, what kind of place is this?

"Boom, ......" In front of him, white shadows were thrown into it one by one, and the lake did not even make a splash. Lang Yu couldn't help it, as if a voice was whispering. "Come on, kid, here's a new lease on life. ”

The voice was incomparably seductive, and Lang Yu floated down again.

Why did he follow his arrangement? Where did he go in? Why didn't any of those white shadows come out? Subconsciously he had to figure it out before entering. After struggling again, Langyu left the lake again.

The clear water of the lake is like a clear blue sky, clear but deep.

"Haha...... Boy, we're meeting again, we've been waiting for you for a long time. Suddenly, a white light and shadow appeared in the lake, and a sloppy old man with a sparse beard floated up, very kind, very familiar. But "Who are you?" Lang Yu asked lightly.

"Come with me, and you'll know. The old man smiled and disappeared into the water.

"Young master, you must be thirsty, Yu'er will go fetch water for you. As the old man walked away, another white shadow came up again, a girl in a gently swaying dress. He bowed to him solemnly, and then raised the bamboo tube in his hand. It's still familiar, but "Who are you?"

"Hehehehehe. The girl covered her mouth and smiled. "Young Master take a closer look, he won't recognize me so soon. Hehe......" sank into the water with laughter.

Lang Yu was thinking about it, and another shadow swam over from nowhere, a little tiger-headed, and stabbed at Lang Yu as soon as he appeared. "Haha, brother, you're here too, go, brother has a treasure for you. ”

"Cut, get out of you, Xiao Yu can't look down on your rags!" A girl figure with two pigtails twisted the young man's ears and pulled them down, and the girl turned around and smiled at Lang Yu.