Zhang Tianhao's one hundred and twenty didn't want to see that kind of result, but this kid almost crippled an eighth-order qi refining disciple, which made him really lose the bottom of his heart. But if he wanted to say that Lang Yu could be stronger than that disciple, he would never believe it. The physique and combat power of the Nether Realm may be higher than those of the same level of the Immortal Sect, but if they want to test the divine sense, they will be a gourd. In the past, the supreme who came up from the lower realm was pulled down by himself by more than two notches.

"Hmph!" Zhang Tianhao squeezed out twice from his nose. In the Nether Realm Qi Refining, if you want to go up to this immortal level, within a hundred steps, you will inevitably be strangled by your divine sense, and then your mouth and nose will bleed, and finally you will die like an idiot, and you can fight a bird. This is a real place of refinement.

The thirty-first step of "Buzz" fell, and a moment of blankness appeared in Langyu's sea of consciousness, and his body stood crooked. That feeling came suddenly, and in an instant, the gray qi in the sea suddenly stopped, and even the ancient scroll fell a little bit, and it bounced again.

This can't work, Lang Yu determined the law of the appearance of that kind of coercion, every ten layers is a boundary, if it goes on like this, maybe the next ten layers will fall to the ground.

Closed his eyes and exhaled a few breaths, raised his feet and moved forward again, and the method of condensing his divine consciousness was silently used in his divine consciousness. The operation of this method does not go through the meridians, but in a specific way, condensing the gray qi in the sea of consciousness, which is similar to the truth of a mess that weaves it into a rope. At the same time, guide the movement of gray qi, only when it is active in movement, can you be more conscious.

Step by step, after three steps, the formula is complete. Langyu was excited, and couldn't help but "Ah." "Yes. At the same time, Zhang Tianhao, who was following him, also paused, and this voice made him have goosebumps all over his body. Because this voice is not a scream, but with another charm, maybe except for Lang Yu, a virgin who doesn't understand, men in the world will react.

Comfortable wow, it's just a fairy desire, it turns out that this step is so wonderful, no wonder you dare to call it a fairy gate.

Langyu's three circles of gray gas in the sea of knowledge, two forward and one reverse, running slowly. Not only that, but at the edge of the darkness, there is also a trace of gray gas constantly generated, like a sweet melon being swept into the gray gas circle.

Can the divine sense also absorb it, where does all that gray qi come from, Lang Yu has no time to care about this. His consciousness was growing so quickly, and it was strange that he screamed uncomfortably.

"Ah" Zhang Tianhao shook again.

"Ah" Zhang Tianhao, shook again, stopped, he didn't dare to follow, is this going to the immortal steps? This is his (horse's) business. If you go any further, you can't hold it back, you're really the best.

Ten steps and ten steps, one step at a time, Lang Yu shouted six times, he didn't want to sell this monster, but he couldn't help it.

The forty-first order, there should be a result, Zhang Tianhao quickly followed. This kid really deserves to die, his own ear scraper was too wronged, if you don't watch him torture to death, how can people be willing.

Lang Yu only urged the magic trick, how could he still have the heart to count the first few steps, and stepped forward with one foot.

"Ahh

"I--" With this sound, the cold Zhang Tianhao subconsciously covered his waist, and your horse was still (laxative). Immediately, he straightened up and looked left and right nervously, Zhang Tianhao, who was actually more than 100 years old, was really embarrassed today.

After entering the fifth gear, Langyu's movement finally stopped, not that he no longer absorbed, but that he gradually adapted. I think those disciples who are assessed every year will not always moan (groan) all the way up like him. Those people have long known the secret of this immortal level, and they have worked the magic trick well from the first order, how could such a thing happen, so Zhang Tianhao can't blame Lang Yu.

The sixty-first step stepped up, and Lang Yu just snorted.

The seventy-first step stepped up, and Lang Yu paused. "Hmm, can't you go up? Langyu's legs trembled a little, and the moment he stepped on it, the three gray circles running at high speed were stuck at the same time.

"Boy, why don't you laugh. Zhang Tianhao said coldly.

Lang Yu turned his head slowly.

How high is this person's cultivation? This step doesn't seem to have any effect on him at all. But at this time, Lang Yu was still afraid of him, if it weren't for you, would I have been able to run to this ghost place? If it weren't for you, I would have been in the Black Eyes Forest with my master, talking about the Fa (discuss) the Tao, eating and drinking spicy food.

Therefore, he also replied coldly. "Have I ever laughed. ”

"You. Zhang Tianhao was speechless, Lang Yu really didn't laugh, just "ahhhhh

"Hmph!" Zhang Tianhao flicked his sleeves and raised his head upward, "Let's go." ”

Lang Yu stared at him again. Back.

Seventy steps, Lang Yu didn't know what it meant, he was just thinking, even if he was approaching death step by step, he couldn't let these grandsons of the immortal sect watch him plant halfway. This is his last dignity!

Let out a long breath, mobilize your divine consciousness again, and turn it for me!

One step, two steps, that inexplicable pressure has calmed his mind full of "buzzing" noise. The consciousness did not dare to relax at all, and did not even have time to pay attention to the steps that had been taken, but only to move forward by feeling.

Your aspirations are good, and your dignity is sacred. However, your cultivation will not work. Although Lang Yu was walking, he already knew that he couldn't take the hundredth step, or even ninety steps, or eighty steps was the limit.

Zhihai's pain made Lang Yu almost lose his sense of the outside world, and his nostrils and ears were already bleeding blood.

Zhang Tianhao stood still, staring at the back of Lang Yu stepping forward step by step like a puppet, and his heart was already turbulent at this time.

"Genius! This is genius!" he didn't compare himself with Lang Yu back then, otherwise he could only be ashamed of himself. Fifteen or sixteen years old, four-layer qi refining, can climb seventy steps, equivalent to a second-order warrior in the mortal realm, why is this?

At this point, no one thought that Lang Yu had just relied on the most basic refining technique to get here.

Seventy-eight steps, seventy-nine steps, eighty steps......

There was no difference between the steps and the front feet of Langyu were raised......

"It's over!" At this time, even Zhang Tianhao, who hated him to the bone, closed his eyes, and an inexplicable sigh rose in his heart.

"Poof!" One step on the ground, Langyu spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"It's over!" An unwilling cry in his heart, his eyes were dark, Lang Yu shook twice, and the last persistence made him not retreat, but took another step forward.

There are many disasters in this life, and I don't want to retreat.

In the main hall halfway up the mountain, an old man in a gray robe and a gold collar stood up.

The other bald-headed old man still had his eyes slightly closed, but he just smiled lightly, "Elder Ling won't be a pity." ”

In the void that no one could see, a divine sense instantly spread to the bottom of the immortal ascension steps.

A small nether impostor disciple is tantamount to a fly flying into the immortal sect and casually killing him. Such a little fly is not worthy of his attention, so the old man in the gray robe and the gold-collar only exuded a little sense in anger, and waited for Zhang Tianhao's return. Unexpectedly, this little fly actually flew up to the eighty floors, he didn't pity his talent, but felt weird.

This time, his divine sense swept over, and even a few eyebrows were checked.

"Huh?" The gold-collared old man suddenly had a twitch on his face, his eyes widened, and he was shocked by his cultivation, which showed how terrifying Lang Yu's performance was. The fourth-layer qi refining ascended to the ninth level, and I really wanted to see who this was. The divine sense raised and looked at Lang Yu's face. The mouth and nose were bleeding, the eyebrows were raised, and the expression was unwilling and stubborn.

"Ah!?" At just one glance, the old man exclaimed in surprise, stretched out his hand suddenly, a red light flashed, and a magic disc was played.

"Buzzing ......" staggering about to fall, when he was about to unwillingly finish writing his helpless journey to another world, suddenly the light in his sea of consciousness brightened, the "humming" sound was like a pleasant fairy music, and in the warm brilliance, the three gray circles that were about to be disordered were back on track, running slowly, as if the avenue of heaven and earth was running, and the waves were not alarmed.

"Hehe, isn't the feeling of death so wonderful?" Lang Yu felt it again, sighed lightly, and raised his head, as if to take a look at the scenery of another world.

"Ancient scrolls?" I saw that in the center of the gray ring, an ancient scroll that I was quite familiar with was slowly spinning, and there was a miniature guinea pig under the colorful light all over the body.

"Xiaobai?"

"I'm not dead, haha, is this my sea of knowledge?" Lang Yu was surprised. You can not die like this, what a hard life, by the way, immortal level, remember that you are going up to the immortal level, it seems that you are about to fall.

All this has been said for a long time, but in fact, it happened at the moment when Lang Yu's eyes were dark. "Fluttering", his left foot took a small wrong step to the left on the eighty-second step of the immortal step.

Langyu stood up again.

"Ah!" On the five hundred ascending immortal steps, on the surface, there were only Lang Yu and Zhang Tianhao, but since passing the fifty layers, this level has been the focus of thousands of people's attention.

What can be seen are the two wide-eyed gatekeeper disciples under the immortal steps, and what is invisible is almost the entire lower half of the peak God Refining disciples. If everyone's divine consciousness can be outlined with lines, an impenetrable net of divine consciousness has already enveloped Langyu. A little bit of wind and grass on the immortal level, no one doesn't care.

Dressed in blue, this is a disciple of the outer sect, a wind word immortal seal, but it also means that this son is a person of the heavenly wind, what kind of monster is this? But no matter what kind of monster it is, at this moment, all the people who see Lang Yu, those who have already refined the gods, and even some cave master-level figures, feel ashamed.

The Golden Armor Immortal Guard that Lang Yu had seen before entering the mountain was also one of them. Genius, he thinks that there is no one better than him, and when he sees it at this time, he can't help but "sizzle" a breath of cold air between his teeth.

There used to be a person on his right, and then he was beaten down to the mortal realm, and now this kid is not a little stronger than the person back then. If it weren't for his young age, he would really be a big enemy.

After examining it for a moment, Jin Jia Xianwei frowned, how could he look at this kid more and more like his opponent back then. chuckled and shook his head, it's impossible, it seems that the defeat of the year has become his own demon.