Suddenly I thought of a method, recognize the Lord, wow, maybe it will be like a small teapot directly into the sea of knowledge. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info do it when you think of it, two books, two drops of blood. After a few moments, the blood was gone, but the book was unresponsive. What's going on?

Two more drops, and it's still no fun. Lang Yu woke up suddenly, if this method was enough, that Duan Boyang would not have thought of it, and he was not without blood.

"Senior brother, your clothes have been delivered." A voice came in.

By the way, Zhang Tianhao said that all of Duan Boyang's belongings now belong to him, and in addition, when he wakes up, should he also go to see the Lord of Qidong. If you want to live comfortably for three months, there are still some things to do, and those things in your ring, if you don't use them, it's cheap Ling Songzi.

Two books in a pack, stuffed into your arms.

As soon as the jade plate was stretched, Lang Yu went out of the cave,

"Huh! There are quite a few people. "Standing in front of his own cave mansion, there can be twenty or thirty people, all of them are young disciples, fifteen or sixteen years old, and then they are cultivated in detail, and the most inferior ones are the third order, which is the so-called six-layer qi refining of the Immortal Gate. There are a few more immortals who are no less than the ones they saw in the ancient clan that day.

What do you mean? The complexion is not good!

looked up and down at the young man standing in front of him, it was still the same Luo Yingshu.

"Senior Brother Luo, what does this mean?"

"Senior Brother Gu, this is something that the cave master gave you. Please put it away, the senior brothers have no other meaning, I heard that the little junior brother is from the mortal world, and I want to learn from you, and I will also point out by the way. Luo Yingshu handed over a delicate box and replied casually.

"I'm not interested." Lang Yu turned around and left.

"Senior brother, don't come out these days, senior brother will treat you." Suddenly, such a sentence came to my mind, and I immediately cut it off.

Lang Yu paused slightly, raised his foot and returned to the hole.

"If you want to treat me, I'm afraid he doesn't have that ability, it's best not to mess with me, my brother is barefoot now and not afraid to wear shoes, who will cure who is not certain."

Lang Yu, who returned to the cave, swept his senses, and a burden appeared in his hand. The box also functions similarly to an animal skin bag, just for the convenience of holding.

Take off the robes of the ancient tribe and change into a gray robe with the word "wind". I checked and looked at other things, two bottles of pills, two pieces of jade slips, and a fairy sword. Lang Yu didn't put it into the ring, sat down cross-legged, picked up a piece of jade and put it on his eyebrows. He's going to cultivate, don't care about you outside, chickens and dogs bark.

Reading slowly in the sea of knowledge, as soon as his consciousness moved, the small teapot floated out, and as soon as he grasped it in his hand, he took a sip.

The first piece of jade, "Turning the Gods into the Origin Formula" This is a real method for condensing divine consciousness, a kind of textbook for refining the immortal sect of the disciples of the gods, specially transforming the knowledge of the sea. Another piece of jade slip, "Imperial Qi Xingfeng" is a bit jerky, and Lang Yu didn't understand what it said. There are some words that I have never heard of at all and cannot start.

Two bottles of elixir, three in each bottle, one pale cyan and one earthy yellow. Langyu just opened it and didn't dare to move. Now he doesn't lack this kind of thing, he has that white lotion, and even a pot of immortal brew can supply him with consumption.

After the jade slip was removed, Lang Yu directly put it back in the box, this is not a good thing, Duan Boyang's ring has a copy of "Returning to the Origin of the Gods", Lang Yu just compares whether it is fake.

In the sea of knowledge, it is still empty. The scroll has long since faded, and the only thing left is a silver-gray coin in the center, which, however you swing, is always horizontal, unchanged.

With just a glance, Lang Yu's divine sense pierced into the ancient scroll. What the hell is wrong with the master, don't bother yourself, in the end, he was devoured, and he couldn't find a place to cry.

Darkness, darkness, and boundless darkness. Lang Yu's head was stunned, and his divine consciousness immediately retreated.

Afraid of what comes. He was not wrong in that space, saying that it was dark, but in fact, he still saw a little bit of bright light, like the size of a glowing firefly, and it was just a faint white shadow.

Langyu condensed again, and entered again for the second time. He had to know what was going on with the master. If it's gone, he may not have the courage to hold on any longer.

Through the white dots one by one, Langyu finally found a big one. bright, but not the master, but the original least bright one's own stand-in - Langyu.

Where is the master, and which one is Qingyu?

A vague shadow, like a white flame fluttering. It's no longer possible to distinguish between human form. Lang Yu stood in front of the shadow for a long time, tears blurring his eyes and pouring down. Quietly, he knelt down, and in this void, for the first time in his two lives, he knelt in front of his master.

That shadow must be Yang Xiao, there is no doubt about it. Although there is no appearance, no breath, only a telepathic feeling remains.

Lang Yu closed his eyes, and a string of tears was choked off, and it fell coldly in the palm of his hand.

"Master, I didn't protect you—"

Langyu's heart was cold, cold. He didn't know exactly what was going on in the scroll, but it must have something to do with his own experiences during this time. The master is already gradually getting stronger, and it is impossible for him to disappear so quickly. From the ancient clan to the immortal realm, after only a few days of hard work, the master can no longer maintain his human form. There is a problem with the ancient scroll, but the master said that it will not devour the master, otherwise it would not have to wait for a thousand years in the previous life. That is this immortal realm, maybe the problem lies in the hundred-level immortal level.

Xianmen, Ling Songzi! If the master dies, I will not share the sky with you. Lang Yu in his consciousness was already trembling. His hands trembled and he held himself in the void and lowered his head.

If the master is here, he will disappear too. It's absolutely none.

"Yu-'er, I-no-nothing, no-to-much-talk."

Suddenly, in the gloom, a faint voice sounded. I don't know if it's a speech or a thought.

"Master!" "Huh!" "Master, it's okay if you're fine, don't speak. The disciple wants to know how you can recover. Lang Yu hurriedly opened his eyes and looked. I don't know whether to cry or laugh, I raised my hand and wiped my eyes.

I still have to ask, and I don't want the master to say it.

More than a dozen breaths of emptiness, the void light swaying. Lang Yu stared at the light and slowly stood up. His hands slowly withdrew as if he was about to surrender, as if the slightest wind he brought would blow the master away.

"Ha-" let out a long breath, and Lang Yu in the cave was already full of tears.

"Immortals! Door! Two words came out between his teeth.

The little mouse behind him listened, and couldn't help but miss his teeth.

Life is endless, cultivation is not stopped, the master is not dead, he is still persistent, what reason do you have to resign yourself to fate.

Three months, even if it is really only three months, it also makes you remember that there was a Lang Yu in the mortal world, a lone wolf from another world.

Swallow two drops of lotion, and "Kun Luo Jue" starts. Seven Sundays.

A mouthful of immortal brew, "Qi Jing Hua Yuan Jue" was urged by Lang Yu again to fly, fifteen weeks.

Two immortal fruits, the great dragon of "Thunder Transformation" is activated. Electricity flickered in the hole.

Lang Yu was crazy, and his whole body was like an eight-sided exquisite gas bag. In just three hours, the cave was dry and dry, and there was even a feeling of suffocation, and the Xuan Qi was exhausted, so I had to pour another sip of immortal wine.

What is Langyu afraid of now, is he afraid of thunder? He hoped that a more violent thunderstorm would fall, and it would be best to be able to level the Tianfeng Gate and die together.

"Bang!" In front of Lang Yu's cave, a figure flew up, grabbed the ground three feet away, and slowly got up for a long time, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother won't cripple you, I know you have an elixir. Let you have a long memory, eat inside and crawl outside, and ruin your uncle's business, this is still light. He doesn't come out after three days, you know the consequences. A tall young man in gray clapped his hands, turned to leave, and the four or five people behind him looked at the young man and "hummed", and then followed, and another kid turned around and kicked a plate of rice away.

Luo Yingshu looked at the backs of several people expressionlessly, walked over with his chest covered, and picked up the bowl. Then he turned his head to look at Lang Yu's cave mansion.

He was only selected to enter the Immortal Gate the year before last, and like Lang Yu, not everyone is eager to enter the Immortal Gate. He was originally in his own family, and he was a genius in both cultivation and alchemy. It is completely possible to rely on his own intelligence to inherit the position of the patriarch in the future, but he entered the eyes of the immortals on the Tianfeng Gate in a test and was brought to this so-called immortal realm, like a group of young disciples, he has almost no time to cultivate, and he bears tedious chores every day. Only when the next batch of disciples joins will they have the opportunity to cultivate.

Xianmen is so domineering. If they don't like it, you have no way to break your head, and once they take a fancy to it, you are the emperor's son and have to follow.

Today is the fifth time in three days that he has delivered food to Langyu. This was the plan of several people, they didn't dare to go directly to the cave of the god disciples, so they had to find a way to get Lang Yu out. Who knew that since Lang Yu came out for the first time, he closed the door for another three days, and some people suspected that Luo Yingshu had spoken to him.

A divine sense swept out, and the strange feeling made Luo Yingshu raise his head. He is a disciple of an elixir family, and his divine sense is also extremely powerful, so he can use the unique secret method in the clan to transmit the sound to Lang Yu.

"This Senior Brother Gu, Luo Yingshu thanks you for sending grass, but if you come back tomorrow, you have to bother." As he spoke, he hugged the cave with guilt on his face.

"Whoosh" A bottle flew out of the cave in the air, and Luo Yingshu raised his hand to grab it. I looked at it. Although he didn't open it, he knew that it must be a rare thing, so he had to lower his body and put it on the ground and hugged his fists again. "Your and my cultivation is too low." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Lang Yu squinted, and his divine sense sensed Luo Yingshu in front of the door and left. Third-order warrior, called himself a junior brother, Lang Yu didn't care, and it was not surprising to put his immortal brew on the ground, he was indeed too low for the cultivators of the immortal sect, so how low was I.

Hmph, Lang Yu sneered. "You'd better not mess with me!"

If the demon cultivator wants to improve quickly, if he wants to attract the Heavenly Tribulation, he needs an opponent.

Entering the scroll space again, standing silently in front of the transparent flames, Lang Yu didn't speak, he had a lot of questions to ask the teacher, but now he couldn't ask. Every word you say may consume the energy of that flame.

Coming and going silently, some things are destined to be solved by themselves.

Who can know how to get the master to recover? Mice? Lang Yu turned his head to look at the little guy on his shoulder and didn't ask. It won't know.

There must be someone in Xianmen who knows, such as that Ling Songzi, but he can't ask.