Lang Yu is an ignorant person who is fearless, and he is not a pregnant spirit, but for the sake of turning pills. At this time, he didn't care about the embarrassment of the cultivators, and his arms made a "thinker" form, striving for every minute and every second.

Ling Zhu sneered, looked at Lang Yu and shook his head helplessly: "In the hands of the Immortal Lord, do you still want to take back the ancestral weapon? ”

The Immortal Emperors were also stunned for a moment, but they all immediately showed a look of disdain: This kid is definitely not pregnant with a spirit, he wants to strengthen his divine sense and regain the ancestral treasure, what a naïve! Fighting for divine consciousness in the prohibition of the immortal lord, that is to find it, it only takes a divine thought, and you can be blown into an idiot......

Idiot, do you understand what that means? hahahaha......

Everyone seemed to have seen the moment when Lang Yu released his divine thoughts, and as soon as he touched the colored clouds, he suddenly became a walking corpse. No matter how evil it is, there is no danger left.

Only the three Immortal Emperors who missed on Lang Yu's body gradually became solemn. With that trace of ancestral blood, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no more accidents...... They have been taught.

Buzz——。

Zu Ding left his hand, and the situation was reversed in an instant, but without the decree of the immortal lord, the immortal emperors had not moved Lang Yu. It was only ten breaths before the sky returned to calm, and suddenly a five-colored light bloomed in the three colored clouds, and the three immortal lords appeared in their true forms, and the ancestral treasure Xuanyang Ding returned to the golden immortal light, fluttering quietly in the five-color light cover.

The ability of the immortal lord is really not covered, and he can really seize the treasure in an instant.

The White Emperor confessed, and Lang Yu had to be willing. The two of them looked at each other, and Bai Kun raised the blood soul gun: "Now that the two treasures have been given to you, don't let go of the blood handsome!"

"Hmm!" Wu Yunzi turned his head and smiled coldly: "This person is from the Liluo Sea Ancestral Realm, and the deity has to be brought back to the temple." ”

"Wu Yunzi, you dare to break your word!" Bai Kun shouted angrily.

"Hehehe, don't worry, the White Emperor will naturally not kill him......"

will not break his promise, but Wu Yunzi's voice is already full of cold anger.

In this world, I am afraid that there are many things more terrible than death, Lang Yu's eyes turned, and he stared at the old guy in absolute disbelief.

I remember you!

However, even if he blew himself up, Langyu couldn't fall into the hands of these three old ghosts. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be qualified to gamble.

"Lord Wu, this is the person that the God Emperor wants, I will take him back to Yaochi Palace. Ling Zhu's eyebrows tightened and he spoke.

Before Wu Yunzi could speak, Wen Shengzi in the east snorted coldly: "The Protoss, the people of Yaochi Palace, the deity is about to ask for advice, and the people of Yaochi Palace have entered my Immortal Ancestor Secret Land, how do you want to give me an explanation?!"

"You!"

As a divine envoy, stealing into the Xuan Realm may not be explainable in itself, and Ling Zhu didn't dare to tell the secret of that spirit body, so he was speechless for a while.

He took a hard breath before he said, "Now that the demon lord has broken the seal, is the Xuan Realm still going to offend the Protoss?"

"Hahaha!" Wen Shengzi laughed: "Yaochi Palace is just a god emperor in the God Realm, do you think my Xuan Realm is afraid of those five demon masters?!"

Wen Shengzi raised his hand and pointed, and a blue light buzzed above Langyu's head. Ling Zhu raised his hand to sacrifice the sword, but he spurted out a mouthful of blood. With her cultivation, she can't even move her natal spirit weapon now.

But Wen Shengzi didn't want Lang Yu's life, but sealed the Ice Spirit Sword, and after a flash of blue light, he was already caught in his hand.

"Hmph. Immortal Lord Hong sneered disdainfully: "Lord Wen is still thinking about the old feelings, why bother in the first place...... Huh?!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned into a colorful cloud and shot down: "Be careful!

There was a slight fluctuation in the space, Wu Yunzi one

Shrinking his eyes, he has already grasped Xuanyang Ding. And Wen Shengzi seemed to be caught off guard, and was rushed into the colorful clouds by a red light.

What can break through the Immortal Lord's Mysterious Light!?

With a pop, the light dispersed, and the old guy exclaimed, "Demonic energy!"

"Hey, hey, hey......" A dry laugh that was pressed into his throat came from the void: "I haven't seen you for eight thousand years, is the Xuan Realm already vulnerable?"

With the sound, the red light lit up, and a red-clothed red-haired troll condensed into the void.

"Huh?" Lang Yu shrank his eyes from afar, that image was too familiar, it was a blood demon that had been magnified several times. The two lantern-like bloody eyes turned slightly, and when the four eyes were facing each other, Lang Yu only felt top-heavy, as if he was about to float into that pair of eyes.

Devour the soul!

Not good!

The appearance of the blood demon was too sudden, and Lang Yu was also defenseless, and immediately activated the "Returning to the Yuan Jue", and released a golden light that had just condensed.

As soon as his eyes were closed, he was about to concentrate on suppressing the spirit body in the sea of knowledge, when suddenly another golden light shot out, and Lang Yu stretched out his hand almost instinctively, and he was actually grabbing an object, and with a shaking, a fiery little fat man rushed into the sea of knowledge.

"Ahh

Hundreds of zhang away, Wu Yunzi was stunned with a "huh?" At his speed, it actually flew into the air, and the ancestral treasure disappeared in his big hand like a bubble.

The old guy turned his head and looked at Lang Yu: "Good boy, how much ancestral blood have you got!"

Xuanyang Ding was actually taken back by Lang Yu in the hands of an immortal master, and it was like a slap in the face of Wu Yunzi, and he became pale when he landed. At this time, he didn't care about this little repair, and turned his hands and pointed at the blood demon: "Sealing the Demon Sword Array!"

"Buzz—buzz!"

In an instant, there was a scream of gold and iron in the void. The other two immortal lords also transformed from afar, and a colorful light immediately drowned the blood demon.

This time, Lang Yu was isolated from the formation, and he could clearly see that thousands of long swords were inserted in the void like hedgehogs, buzzing and spinning.

The hilt of the sword is out, and the tip of the sword should have locked onto the Bloodfiend. But this turn was powerful, and the eighteen Immortal Emperors who had already flashed out thousands of miles away suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time. Leaning towards the sword array, he immediately sat up cross-legged.

The three immortal lords took a breath of cold air and had to stop.

"Soul borrowing?!"

"You can't stop this demon lord. If you have the ability, come again!" the Bloodfiend's wild laughter came from the sword array.

This old demon is extremely smart, and before he fights, he actually drew out the demonic thoughts of the eighteen immortal emperors. This is probably why he didn't make a move on Lang Yu first.

The technique of borrowing the soul can be regarded as a very domineering spell in the demon race, and this move is actually equivalent to the battle between the three immortal masters and the eighteen immortal emperors. The Demon Sealing Sword Array had to stop.

Wu Yunzi raised his hand to grasp the sword and looked at the formation with cold eyes: "You are just a soul thought." ”

"Truly...... Yes, but if you dare to kill the demon's divine thoughts, they will be nullified. Hahahaha......"

"If you want to threaten the Xuan Realm with the power of one person?!"

"Hehe, it's not the time yet, just borrow two things from you first. ”

"What?!" Wu Yunzi squinted his eyes and snorted coldly: "Hmph, I still want to covet the ancestral treasure, do you think the deity really doesn't dare to kill you!"

"Hahahaha, junior, there are a lot of tones, but if you lose a divine thought, you will only lose more than a hundred years of cultivation for this demon master, but your Xuan Realm is the first target of my demon clan. Do you really think that an ancestral weapon can stop the army of demons?!

Wu Yunzi closed his eyes slightly, turned to look at the other two, and after a few breaths, he took a deep breath speechlessly. Slowly, word by word: "What do you want?"

"Give me that magic knife and this little repair, this demon will give you a hundred years. ”

A hundred years sounds like a long time, but in the eyes of the immortal lord, it is just a time of retreat. Since the blood demon dared to come, it seemed that he had calculated the weakness of these three immortal masters.

Cutting off a demonic thought without harming the roots, a useless magic knife, in exchange for a hundred years of retreat, they can't refuse.

Because the Blood Demon is a demon, even though he has been sealed for nearly 10,000 years, he still understands the selfishness and desires of the human race too well.

Langyu really didn't expect that there would be such a day when he would become a bargaining chip exchanged by others. Although he couldn't see the situation inside the sword formation clearly, he looked at the big array with cold eyes, and waited quietly for the decision of the three immortal masters.

Can you really decide my fate?!

The White Emperor's father and son stood in front of Lang Yu with a horizontal spear, although Ling Zhu couldn't drive the sword, he also floated to Lang Yu's left side, and the three of them almost held their breath, staring at Wu Yunzi nervously.

Bai Kun is no longer arrogant, the gap in cultivation is almost irresistible, the chance to survive with death is gone, although the three immortal masters are just a divine thought, it is not something he can kill.

On the contrary, Langyu was holding Xuanyang Ding in his hand, quietly expressionless.

"Magic Knife...... Can be given to you, but ...... This minor repair...... No way!"

Wu Yunzi hesitated, and finally replied categorically.

Anything, there is a price. And the price of this hundred years is the selfishness of Wu Yunzi and the three of them. The corners of Langyu's mouth hooked, revealing a mocking smile.

That magic knife is definitely not inferior to Xuanyang Ding, and returning it to the demon clan is no different from committing suicide with a horizontal knife. The three old guys added the crisis to the other seven clans, in exchange for their hundred years of cultivation.

So, will they have a conscience to find it to save themselves?

It's just for this Xuanyang Ding, or ...... Because of ancestral blood!

Wu Yunzi stretched out his hand and took out the Heavenly Wolf Knife, and the blood demon laughed proudly in the sword array: "Truly, ...... Junior, you'd better live for a hundred years. ”

That voice came straight towards Lang Yu, and the Blood Demon would definitely not forget the humiliation of the Daochen Realm.

Between the overhauls, each other's purpose has long been known, there is not much bargaining, the blood demon is here, it is nothing more than for this knife, if the three old guys don't agree, I'm afraid it will be a war between humans and demons soon.

This is a threat, and the fairy world naturally doesn't want to be the first to be unlucky. Maybe in the past hundred years, they can recognize the Lord Xuanyang Ding, or maybe in this hundred years, they may go to the next level?

With Langyu's demonic mind, he can probably think of this. And what will happen if you really give Longyu a hundred years?

The demon clan is smart, how can he not look at Lang Yu differently, of course the blood demon wants to eliminate the crisis in the bud, but if he wants to kill this Xiao Xiu, he is afraid that this demon soul will not work, and Lang Yu will not go with him!

The deal was reached, the three immortal lords withdrew the sword array, and the blood demon grabbed the Sky Wolf Knife in one hand.

The fire on the knife flashed, and the devastated Holy Demon Son incarnated out, the red-haired hunting, his eyes spurted blood, and he turned his hand and pointed at Lang Yu: "Junior, this Holy Son will never let you go!"

"Hmph. On Lang Yu's cold face, he sneered slightly, raised his hand and pushed his nose: "You'd better not let me meet again." ”

"!"

The Holy Demon Son screamed miserably, burst into flames, and disappeared into the Heavenly Wolf Sword in an instant. For the enemy, Lang Yu will not be soft, that divine thought will explode by himself, and it will be enough for him to cultivate for decades.

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