He thought of the clothes again, and now that was the only one available, he tore off a strip of cloth from the hem and crouched down and carefully plunged into the pool.

Nothing happened, the strip of cloth just floated on it and couldn't go down. After trying it a few times, Lang Yu had to pick it up, looked at it, and got three or five small white beads on the edge. It seems that the liquid is still a little thick.

Reach out and dip the white bead on your hand, cool and cool, and there is no discomfort. If you can drink this thing, you can still last for a few days. I looked down at the pool on the ground, but it was too small, not much bigger than a book.

Raised his finger and licked it gently, who knew that it was only once, and he suddenly felt full of relish. It's still sweet, Langyu can't help it. He was so hungry that he had to taste even the poison. However, if the rice grains are larger, the ingredients will not be good.

"Buzz" just when Lang Yu was complacent, suddenly his head was full of roars, and the next moment the limbs and bones were like an electric shock, numb and soft, and the things in his mouth did not go down at all, and Lang Yu collapsed to the ground with his head crooked.

"Snort" The five-colored sky thunder thundered down again.

Lang Yu was very careful, but some things still came too suddenly. There are too many mysterious things in this world, and Langyu, who has been reborn for a year, is still too vegetable.

A hazy mist enveloped it. Lang Yu is not dead, and there is still a slight agitation in his chest.

The five-colored thunder light above his head descended every quarter or so, as always.

There was one more person in the thunderous hall, a statue standing with his head held high, an old man kneeling on the ground, and a Lang Yu who was paralyzed into a pile of mud. Lang Yu once imagined that if he couldn't get out of this hall like the old man, then he must design a decent shape for himself, and he couldn't do the momentum of the middle-aged man, it was from the bottom of his bones. But he won't do the old man's posture, it's too wretched. At least sit still. But I never thought that I would end up in this form. The liquid was too domineering, and the most poisonous medicine could still take three steps, but he didn't even have a chance to take a step.

The five-colored sky thunder is very rhythmic. fell again and again, I don't know how many times. The pile of collapsed figures finally squirmed, and Lang Yu slowly opened his eyes, as if he had just fallen asleep.

I stood up and moved my hands and feet, but it was okay, there was no discomfort, but I felt that this body didn't seem to be my own. Extremely light. That's a good thing. Look at the strip of cloth thrown aside, and the white beads on it are still there.

It's not poison, it's a good thing. At least now Langyu is neither hungry nor thirsty.

The five-colored heavenly thunder slashed down again, and it did not affect Lang Yu under the stone platform, but Lang Yu still took two steps back, and then sat down, he wanted to further feel the changes in his body.

There is still no fluctuation of Xuan Qi, and the divine sense cannot see the situation in the body, and the Qi Jing Transformation Yuan Jue is unable to function. That hidden vein can't be felt at all. But "Kun Luo Jue" is okay, this is also Lang Yu, from another world, he can be guided by his feelings, otherwise people in this life can only rely on divine consciousness to operate, in this place, no matter how big a cultivator is, he will be helpless.

A week passed, and the heat was gone, but when it was injected into the dantian, it still disappeared without suspense. Does having a sense of heat mean that there is a mystery, but it's quite thin. Langyu continues to run.

Two weeks, three weeks. On the fifth Sunday, there was a problem, and Langyu was hungry again. And it's that kind of gut-searching feeling.

"Hmm, is it consuming my own essence?" Lang Yu was not in a hurry this time, but smiled, he didn't expect that in this Jedi, he actually thought of a way to feed the big stomach king in his body. I didn't think of it before. Picking up the strip of cloth on the ground, Langyu dipped another white bead. There's no way to sleep, it's the only thing that quenches hunger.

With a grain of entrance, Langyu fell asleep again without any suspense.

When you wake up, you practice, when you are hungry, you go to sleep, and Langyu doesn't know how many times he has experienced it. Until one time he couldn't sleep, and his body was no longer numb or itchy. As soon as he felt that his whole body was full of qi and blood, he sat on the spot and ran the Kunluo Jue again and again. Only three weeks have passed, and Lang Yu actually felt that there was a feeling of heat in the dantian. The next moment, with a "boom", the second meridian of Kun Luo Jue was inadvertently opened. It's like it just came naturally.

Hehe, I really don't know what it would be like if I was outside, Lang Yu is quite looking forward to it, he has to find a way to get out, he can't cultivate here for a lifetime. Well, hungry again.

Now Lang Yu couldn't calculate how long he had been in this spire hall, and it was just an accident that the second meridian of Kun Luo Jue was opened. After that, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't enter anymore.

This white liquid was a good thing, and he had to take it with him. But the ring could not be opened, so what could he use to hold it? Finally, he took a fancy to the teapot on the stone platform. It's not much bigger than a slap, but it's better than nothing.

Seeing that the thunder had just passed that day, Lang Yu climbed up. The stone platform is not big, and you can reach it as soon as you stretch out your hand. Lang Yu hunched his waist and was ready to jump, even if it was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, for the mysterious liquid, he felt that it was worth it. His fingers lightly touched the handle of the pot and slowly pushed it, but there was no movement. Push it again, and there is no movement yet. In Lang Yu's consciousness, this thing often triggers the mechanism as soon as it turns, and he pushes and turns it in half a circle, but nothing happens. Half a turn, still nothing.

Was he wrong? Or was he too careful? Since there was no reaction, then he was mine. Lang Yu no longer hesitated, reached out and held the handle of the pot, and with a force of his right foot, with a "whoosh", he jumped off the stone platform with a somersault. With a little "poof" of his left foot, he jumped diagonally to the right. The little pot is in hand.

Nothing happened, and I was taken aback in vain. This thing looks like a that no one wants.

"Boom" At this time, the thunder fell, and Lang Yu raised his head, "Huh?" It's a little strange, there is only one, but it is as thick as a bucket, and it goes straight into the head of the middle-aged portrait, the blue light hunts, and the light on the stone platform is dazzling. When Lang Yu could see it clearly, the stone platform was empty. No one is gone, and no scum is left. Only five chains were scattered in bits and pieces.

Oh no, Lang Yu didn't even hesitate to launch an eight-step footwork to catch the cicadas, and arrived at the stone platform in the blink of an eye. He was very worried about the small pool of divine fluid. If it is ruined, what is the use of asking for a teapot yourself.

It's okay, it's okay, Koike is fine. Lang Yu took the small pot in his hand, picked up the spout with a twist of his hand, and opened the lid. Poke it down and scoop it.

The handle hasn't gone down yet, it's over, this is too tragic. That's it. If it's so deep, Lang Yu estimated it, and it was probably a little more than two pots.

Hey, forget it, I can't take it myself anyway. I put the pot on the brim and stretch my hand.

I just leaned down. There was a muffled thunder rolling sound in his ears, and suddenly his feet shook, and he almost hit the stone platform.

What's going on!?The hall is shaking. Earthquake?

The tremor lasted for about five or six breaths. The light in the hall quickly dimmed. As soon as Lang Yu looked up, he saw that the thunder light in the four walls was gradually shrinking and thinning, and finally it was only an inch long like the light of alcohol, flickering on the wall like a ghost. Even the passage when he came in was so clear that there was no obstruction.

Is this me? Could this have something to do with this broken teapot? Lang Yu looked up at the top, but at this glance, he was stunned. The big mouth was open, as if he had seen an unusually terrifying picture.

I saw that in the center of the zenith, there was a basin-sized circle, in which two flames, one red and one white, were slowly chasing. At this time, it seems that a pattern has been formed.

Yin and Yang Diagram!?Langyu couldn't help but be surprised, how could this thing appear here?

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something again, he turned his head again and looked at the space he was in from top to bottom. Lang Yu sat down slowly, this building? he thought of something similar. But these are two different civilizations, how did they appear here at the same time?

This is an approximate cube-like pattern. Divided diagonally into two parts, it should be an ancient pyramid and a mysterious tomb if it was as he suspected. Lang Yu suddenly felt a little chill in his neck.

How can this kind of building get out? Langyu has lost interest in the white liquid. The right hand is just a mechanical handful, and casually slips into the pot.

What is the most terrifying, not a man, not a beast, is the kind of thing that should not appear in front of you, such as "ghost". Now Langyu is like seeing something more incomprehensible than a ghost.

The last drop of liquid was also stained, and Lang Yu was stunned, another strange thing, how could a small pot that was obviously just the size of a palm hold this half of the water. I couldn't help but reach out and pick it up, put it in front of me to take a closer look, and saw that the pot was only half a pot. What a hell of a life. Looking at the sink again, there was indeed not a drop left.

Which of these liquids, this little pot, is mysterious. Langyu couldn't tell. And taking this small pot away has changed so much, I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate. He went to the four walls again to inspect them, and then looked around the stone platform again. Walk towards the passage where you came. Finally, he looked up at the zenith. If only the yin-yang diagram of the zenith was the way out, Lang Yu would only stay here with a dead heart.

The liquid in the small pot was dipped drop by drop, and he circled the four walls twice a day. The door that could be entered didn't react at all, he groped the walls, and the ring on his thumb didn't move.

Time passed day by day. It wasn't until Lang Yu was in this space without mystery that black paste was secreted from his body, and then he formed a coffee again, and he picked it off piece by piece, but he still didn't find an exit.

Sit cross-legged on the stone platform, where the majestic figure once stood. Now it has become a place of contemplation for Langyu. The old man in the audience was still kneeling nakedly. Lang Yu was not disrespectful to him, he had already greeted him before he came up, and the old man had no objections