Du Wensong's anger and killing intent will not leave Lang Yu a trace of room to maneuver, snatch the spirit weapon?

At this time, it was too late to take out the golden cone, Lang Yu raised his hand and shook it, "Tutu Tu Tu Tu!" A string of small golden turtles greeted him, kicked in the water, and slid to the shore with half his back, and the gravel under him drew a ditch. This is also the physique of a fifth-order demon beast, almost, and a layer of skin has to be rubbed off on the back.

"Bo Bo ......" burst into a burst of gas, and more than a dozen golden turtles strung sugar gourds, and the deadly knife finally gave Lang Yu a time to breathe.

"It's good to come!" Lang Yu, who fell to the ground, screamed secretly, his lower abdomen was retracted, and his probe grabbed it out again. I have to take this knife, I am too persistent.

"Whoosh——!" The short knife was raised, and it rubbed against Langyu's hand. This time, Du Wensong was really startled, he didn't dare to underestimate the fact that he could resist under the spirit weapon until now. If he really wants to be caught by Lang Yu, even if he has sacrificed himself, he is not sure, maybe this kid can really take it away.

Empty-handed snatching of spiritual weapons is unheard of, but at this moment, Du Wensong subconsciously chose to hide. The short knife with a "buzzing" sound. Flew over Langyu's head. The old trick was repeated, and he turned around and stabbed from the air.

Flying knives kill you, and you don't look back if you don't see blood. Du Wen let go of his ruthlessness, and his heart moved, "I'll let you hide!"

"Poof!", the head of the knife separated, the formation was destroyed, and the knife turned into ten, and in Langyu's eyes, an umbrella was propped up above his head.

Grab it, there's a 1 in 10 chance of hitting that real knife.

"You're dead. The corners of Du Wensong's eyes narrowed, and a yin smile had already brewed.

Phantom knives? I look like I've seen it. His life hung by a thread, reflecting Langyu's demon-like mind for more than 30 years, and in the awe-inspiring murderous aura, he actually calmed down.

Spiritual weapons must have spirits, and phantom knives have no spirits.

The sword and umbrella are not enough, and Langyu's soul-seeking technique is sacrificed. As soon as the divine consciousness came out, with a "woo-" sound, a white wolf-shaped light and shadow let out a short cry and shrank into a ball. Suddenly, the illusion vanished, and only a knife fell slowly.

Work well!

Lang Yu also smiled, it turned out that the spirit weapon was not so robbed. At the same time, he sighed greatly, the method of "taming the soul" is really unique, no matter who the spirit weapon is in its hands, as long as it is stained with his own blood, he can find the spirit in the device. The spirit of the machine is suppressed, and the spirit weapon has no power to use.

The knife on his head, like an ownerless thing, was sent to the door on his own initiative.

Hmph, you're bringing me a knife. Reach up and copy the ......

"Whoosh!" the short knife suddenly turned around and flew back. One move solved the life-and-death crisis, Lang Yu was careless for a while, and he lost the thing he caught!

The attack disappeared halfway, and Du Wensong was shocked into a cold sweat, this situation has never happened, it is too evil. Seeing that someone had taken it away, he immediately took it back, which was also his life (root).

"You stop me!" Lang Yu got up, and Du Wensong also jumped up. The spirit weapon is in front of the two heads, and if it doesn't move, it will also be confused?

Du Wensong secretly screamed hell, and had to go to rob it.

One spirit and two masters, both of them are god-level divine senses, and the wolf-shaped demon spirit is sluggish. Once it disappears, the spirit weapon will be destroyed, Du Wensong wants to scold his mother, but he doesn't have time to open his mouth.

The speed is too fast, I can't tell who is first and who is behind, both of them are fighting for the limit, as if grabbing that spiritual weapon is fighting for life and death.

The spirit weapon is firing back, so Lang Yu touched the handle of the knife, and Du Wensong was stained with the head of the knife at the same time, as long as he held it with his hand, Lang Yu's chance should be greater. However, at this moment, Lang Yu was distracted, raised his eyebrows, and glared at the sky. The palm of his hand changed from a grip to a push, and he easily sent the spiritual weapon to Du Wensong's hand. In mid-air, he bounced up and kicked Du Wensong's knee, and turned over with his strength.

"Ah!" There is also this trick, it is too damaged, Du Wensong shouted, but the spiritual weapon in his hand was not loosened. The force of inertia made him press down on the top of Langyu's head and smash it down.

But the moment he grabbed the spiritual weapon, he immediately knew that he had been fooled. A kind of killing machine locked him, and he had no chance to throw it if he wanted to.

"Boom!"

The two immortals on the ground who watched the battle between the two without blinking only felt a white light in front of them, and a cloud of black smoke exploded in mid-air. It was vague, messy, fragmented, and it was impossible to tell who was who, and they were smashed into the water together.

Thunderstorm.

A big war has finally shattered the world. It's not that the thunder is not a chance, how long has it been, even if the two of them move fast enough to sacrifice the flying knife from Du Wensong, there will always be seven or eight breaths, which is enough to make people unbearable.

The breath of rebellion against the sky was added to the spiritual weapon, and the thunder recognized the qi and did not recognize people. Only those who have been touched by the spirit weapon have a slight feeling for it. Du Wensong's reaction was half a beat slower.

The two immortals on the ground didn't know why, they got up, stared at the lake, trembling and wanting to advance and retreat, and asked in surprise, "Senior brother?"

Entering the refining of the gods, the first order and the second order are absolutely not the same, although they are all commensurate with brothers and sisters to the third order, Du Wensong can completely abuse the two. The senior brother didn't leave, they didn't dare to run.

"Wow!" The water was not deep, and as soon as the waves turned, a dark shadow just flashed and arrived in front of the two of them.

"Poof!" The golden cone slashed through the two clusters of light, but it swept away. "Flutter" stepped into the water. "Bear thing, running away is top-notch. Lang Yu looked at the distant sky and said with hatred. This kind of flying charm of Xianmen is really helpless.

The speed of Langyu's transformation is not fast, but the two who have lost their combat effectiveness have long wanted to run, and the runes are pinched in their hands, can you be faster than two hands trembling?

A few pieces of black shirt flipped up under the water and scattered away. Du Wensong was delisted. Playing thunder, he doesn't have the essence of Langyu's play. In the fairy world, there is no calamity under the immortals, this is the first time Du Wensong has encountered it, and it is also the last time. Under the anger and horror, there was not even a defense, and the result was naturally extremely miserable, the soul was destroyed, and the half-spirit weapon was destroyed.

Lang Yu walked over, picked up the short knife and looked at it, under the thunder, cracks were all over the place, and it became a piece of scrap iron. Thrown into the distance, the discarded spirit weapon was not even a treasure.

The Divine Sense reached under the water and reached for a ring. Floated in the water for a while, and was included in the ring.

A fierce battle, killing a second-order refining god and walking two first-order gods, was much more difficult than expected. This is the first time that Lang Yu has faced the spirit weapon, he has no treasures, and his combat power has been greatly reduced, this is still his thoughtful planning, and he unexpectedly abolished three first.

If you don't reach the Venerable, you don't count as a cultivator, and this sentence seems to be said by Zhuang Qingxian.

Touching the blood hole under his right shoulder that was already recovering, Lang Yu was not very confident in his demon body that could carry the Venerable's blow. If there is a Venerable who holds a spiritual weapon, it is not enough to see.

Turning his head sideways, he looked at Qi Zhiyuan, who was blushing and his neck was thick, and it seemed that the battle had not affected him at all, even if the immortal shouted, he was not mobilized to fight. Lang Yu just looked at him coldly and walked over with the water.

Qi Zhiyuan naturally felt it, but he couldn't be distracted, he just frowned. Whether he was impacting, refining, or blocking, Lang Yu didn't know.

lowered his body and easily and casually pulled off the ring on Qi Zhiyuan's hand. A dignified Venerable made people search their bodies like this, and they didn't resist at all. And not a word.

"Do you know why I killed you?" paused, as if waiting for Qi Zhiyuan to answer. After three or four breaths, Langyu stepped out of the shore. "Because, you took what you shouldn't have taken. ”

"Bang!" a cloud of blood exploded. Qi Zhiyuan's dream was shattered. The forbidden method of sealing the spiritual root, he did not resist in the end.

There were only a few mottled spots of blood and rags on the surface of the lake, which gradually pushed towards the shore.

Three or two minutes later, the water surface of the deep lake in the distance suddenly swelled upward, and a huge aircraft carrier floated up, revealing only more than two meters high. The water of the lake washed down its smooth back.

"If Langyu is not dead, he will not forget the grace of saving his life today. Leave. Lang Yu looked at the huge shell and bowed from afar.

"The human world is dangerous, take care of the upper clan. Eh......" The old clam passed the sound, but let out a long sigh. Whether it was for that dragon spirit bead or for his kind words that caused a big disaster, I can't hear it.

After a huge whirlpool, the lake returned to calm and the old mussels disappeared. This is its domain, and he can command the water beasts to come ashore, but he will never come out. Unless you start a beast tide.

Yunmengshan was looking at it from afar, and after a few deep breaths, Lang Yu hugged his fist again and turned back to the road.

Mo Yuling, Lang Yu will not go again, this name is taboo for him. Looking for the map in his memory, this time he chose the 'Yunmeng Ancient Road'. The only trade route between the two countries.

The overhaul is not mortal, as long as there is no elder-level existence, the so-called nether immortals cannot use the law, and they can't sacrifice spiritual weapons, Lang Yu is still afraid that he is a bird, if he really dares to come, he will kill him quickly.

Yunmeng Mountain is high and densely forested, it can be regarded as a three-dimensional forest, the ancient road is rugged, although it is the lowest canyon, there are also three or four thousand meters high.

Ten days later, Lang Yu, who had changed into black, finally came to the portal to enter Da Luo - "Yunmeng Ancient Road".

The mountain road is only vaguely discernible with traces of carriages and horses, and the weeds are knee-worthless. Since Yunmeng Mountain is a barrier for Da Yu, it has its own dangers, and no one will necessarily pass by for a few months. If the Venerable wants to go, it is natural to fly, and the hunters want to enter the mountain, and most of them will not follow this road, so at most, the caravans that pass on this road are guarded by the Venerable. Under His Holiness, he dared to walk on this road alone, and Lang Yu was the first.

Looking at the glimmer of heaven in front of him that seemed to be a huge beast's mouth, Langyu shook off his steps happily.

Yunmeng Ancient Road, has regained calm, Langyu, who has been dead for more than a month, it is impossible to know, half a month ago, it was this ancient road, the army of cultivators crossed the border like locusts, nearly 10,000 people, crossed a line of sky, and fought monsters in the south of Yunmeng. It's just that the demon beasts of Yunmeng Mountain don't come out, and they don't dare to mess with them. It's the way it is.

What is it that mortals fear? Demon beasts, great demons. And Langyu was looking for it.

The Hidden Breath Pill is gone, and there is no need to hide, all the way up, the powerful divine consciousness spreads out, and the range of more than two hundred zhang can be seen at a glance. This is a stubble that is going to cause trouble.