Buzz ~

After a last glance at the hidden space that was intertwined by nine colors, Yang Yu stepped out and had already reached the Kuixing Mansion in the Wudi City.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

In a vague way, he could sense that since this mysterious realm has escaped from the control of the Ten Thousand Immortals, it has a tendency to turn from virtual to reality.

It can be as short as three to five hundred years, and as long as thousands or tens of thousands of years. If no one stops it, this mysterious realm can even become real like a square fairy mountain!

Coincidence? Or...

"Kui Ye! You are finally back..."

Niu Tou A Pang seemed to have been waiting for a long time, with a look of fear and nervousness. He could feel a great depression in the person in front of him.

This guy is just afraid that he is in a bad mood...

"Where are you going to the world?"

Yu Yang spoke.

The mysterious realm is a copy of heaven and earth. The people in it are neither life nor death, but they are not fake, but still follow the trajectory of their lives.

Like this bullhead, he was thinking about returning to the world, wanting to see his mother is true, and trying to avoid the destruction of the six realms of reincarnation is also true.

"Just Kui sent me out, I thought you forgot me..."

Niu Tou breathed a sigh of relief.

These days, he was really worried. This man forgot about him, but he had no choice.

Seeing him remembering at this moment, he couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart, and respectfully handed an unknown animal skin pocket:

"This is my wish, you..."

“No need…”

Yang Yu subconsciously wanted to refuse, but suddenly raised his eyebrows:

"This pocket?"

"This pocket was left to me by a master of evil who wandered from the world many years ago. Unfortunately, I haven't opened it for so many years..."

The bull's head was a little embarrassed.

"I've accepted this item."

Yang Yu raised his hand and sent the cow head back to the living in this mysterious realm of magic, and then raised his hand to pick up the unknown animal skin pocket.

"Blood Prison and Underworld..."

Yang Yu's eyes moved slightly.

This animal skin pocket is not an ordinary item, but it is not a magic weapon, but the skin of a certain rank master with extremely high physical practice.

And the energy in it...

Yang Yu shook casually, and the pocket that had not been opened for many years had cracked, and the dark red flesh and blood altar as big as a fist fell in front of him.

"It was indeed his stay..."

After reaching out to take the altar of flesh and blood, Yang Yu was not surprised.

Yang Ni left behind a large amount of flesh and blood altar, as he said, all the cities were left behind.

But since the last time I got the request, almost all the flesh and blood altars have become empty, as if all traces have been erased.

And this side seems to be able to survive because of the special realm of the mysterious skill?

Buzz ~

As Yang Yu closed his eyes slightly, a faint blood light had already appeared in his heart. At first, it was extremely weak, and then it was burned.

Yang Yu gathered his mind, but saw intermittent light and shadows gathered and intertwined in the blood.

Finally, it was frozen in a familiar city and a familiar mansion.

That is the city of Wu Death, Kuixing Mansion, and even the place where he is standing at this moment, under the old tree.

"This place is the core of the Immortal Magical Realm, the Book of Ten Thousand Immortals, and is related to the legendary Heavenly Book. If you don't die, you will come here one day..."

Under the old tree in the backyard of Kuixing Mansion, Yang Ni, wearing a blood robe, looked pale and seemed to have suffered severe injuries.

"As you can see, I tried to refine the catalogue of Ten Thousand Immortals, but unfortunately, I failed..."

Yang Ni talked to himself, as if he was very calm, but Yang Yu could see the corners of his eyes beating violently, and it was obvious that his anger was very strong in his heart.

"I'm not the time to come! The Longquan has broken the limit and is really hard to deal with holding this Ten Thousand Immortals..."

Yang Niwei gritted her teeth:

"My luck is so bad! No! I don't have the Gluttony Cauldron. Otherwise, even if the old thing Longquan is there, this Ten Thousand Immortals Map will be refined by me!"

Through the blood light, Yang Yu could feel that Yang Ni's body was like the most intense killing battlefield, with several qi mechanics colliding wildly.

This is a Taoist injury.

"Your fortune is better than me. After Longquan, there will probably be no more emperors in this world.

But if you walk here, you must know how cunning and difficult these old people are, despicable and shameless..."

Yang Ni's chest was undulating, and his eyes were red with anger:

"You are flocking to these dogs when you are weak, and attacking when you are strong. You run away when you see something wrong. I can't vent my depression!"

"These old beasts are so hard to kill!"

boom!

Yang Ni's aura even spread through the blood light into Yang Yu's heart.

At this moment, there were only a few that Yang Yu felt a little empathetic.

Isn’t he also depressed at this moment?

The White Elephant King, who fought to the death, was the incarnation of a ghost. The Lion God King appeared as a ghost and disappeared without a trace.

The Taoist of Tianzong fled far away from the sea of ​​stars, and was puzzled... The popularity of the Taoist of Tianli entered the sky, and it was hard to find the figure...

But that's the reality.

What we pursue in practice is to break the realm, overcome tribulation, and live forever, rather than fighting with anyone who is more courageous and cruel.

The longer you practice, the more you become proficient in hiding, and it is almost impossible to kill it quickly.

"But the more this happens, the more I will have to keep up this tone..."

In the picture, Yang Ni's eyes looked like blood and fire burning:

"Sooner or later, I will smash their doghouses, pull out these old beasts one by one, and beat them to death!"

Yang Ni gritted his teeth and was surprisingly angry. He couldn't suppress this breath for a long time.

"You did halfway..."

Yang Yu replied silently, and couldn't help but recall something in his heart.

The refining of the Ten Thousand Immortals Map has not been thoroughly done, but he can retrieve the banned information.

Among them, there is about Yang Ni.

Yang Ni's luck was really bad. He came to this world after Emperor Yu Longquan broke his limit and honor for three thousand years.

The moment he came here, he was seen by the latter, and naturally he was also plotted by the latter, as a "sword" to clear the world of practice in this world.

In the first three hundred years, Yang Ni almost stopped for a moment, and countless troubles surged up like a tide, chasing him without any way to heaven and earth.

Three hundred years later, its reputation was too great, which attracted many major sects, the Eight Extreme Lords, and the giants of the emperors and the recent emperors to kill each other, and they almost died and survived many times.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! In the middle of five hundred years, when he achieved great success in countless pursuits and was about to nurture his "Sea of ​​Blood", Emperor Longquan took action.

With just one blow, he almost wiped out the blood sea together.

In the last thousand five hundred years, he recovered from the Son of Blood God, cautiously and divided the blood gods into various holy sects to practice. He was low and weak for more than a thousand years before he finally accumulated a sea of ​​blood and started the turmoil that later generations called the "blood demon tragedy".

In the end, he cleared out more than half of his opponents and blatantly pulled the old Emperor Longquan from the altar...

Then, he was imprisoned by unknown Buddhist giants and has been suppressed for at least more than 10,000 years...

"Why can't these old people wait in the mountain gate peacefully for me to kill and slaughter his clan, destroy his mountain gate, and extract souls and refine souls?"

After venting, Yang Ni suddenly laughed again:

"When you, a waste, will also be tortured by these old people, my uncle's mood suddenly improved a lot..."

Bang!

Yang Yu raised his hand and directly stroked Yang Ni's useless roar and vented it. In the final picture, Yang Ni restrained his mania.

"This six realms of reincarnation immortal magical illusion are the source of turmoil in this world. I doubt whether those emperors are all from ancient ghosts..."

There was depression in Yang Ni's voice. This manic devil born in Yang Yu's negative emotions seemed to have fewer edges and corners:

"I came here and suffered severe damage. I may not be able to treat this injury for a thousand years, but I also discovered some secrets..."
To be continued...