Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang walked through the foot of the mountain for a short while, and he was approaching the western passage.

The entrance to the west side of the passage is quite peculiar. It is a hollowed-out giant tree trunk. The passage is about three or four meters wide. It is like a round gate. The interior is dark and black, which is quite gloomy and unclear. Virtual reality.

Just as Shen Lang was about to enter the passageway.

"Young Master, be careful, something seems to be flying out of the giant tree!" Xiao Rou exclaimed.

Xiaorou's body is a six-tailed celestial fox, and her awareness of certain auras is much stronger than that of Shen Lang.

"Swish swish."

The next moment, I saw dense red shadows flying out of the trunk of the giant tree suddenly, covering the sky with as many as five or six hundred.

Shen Lang narrowed his eyes, a group of blood-colored butterflies.

Each butterfly is about the size of a watermelon, and its blood-colored wings are covered with terrible patterns. Every time the wings are flapped, a layer of blood mist will appear on the blood-colored wings, which looks extremely strange.

"What is this?" Shen Lang's heart stunned. Although these butterflies are not big, they always feel a little scary.

"Well, son, this is the "Weeping Blood Demon Butterfly" of the ancient demon world. There are too many, so hurry up and avoid it!" Xiaorou shouted in panic.

"What, something from the ancient demon world?"

Shen Lang's expression changed, how could the monsters of the ancient demon world appear in the human world?

Listening to Xiaorou's tone, this kind of magic butterfly should be very difficult.

Shen Lang was about to withdraw, but the speed of the group of magic butterflies was too fast, and they swarmed in an instant, making it difficult for the naked eyes to catch them.

Moreover, this group of magic butterflies can cleverly avoid the light filaments of the innate clutch divine light floating in the air. At this speed, Shen Lang has no time to dodge, and has been surrounded by hundreds of magic butterflies.

Layers of blood mist drifted over like a whirlwind.

"Young Master, be careful, the blood mist released by the Weeping Blood Demon Butterfly is highly poisonous!" Xiaorou reminded her, her voice a little frightened.

Shen Lang immediately squeezed the Pure Yang Sword Art, condensing a sword and shield all over his body, covering himself and Su Ruoxue on his back.

As soon as the Cyan Light Sword and Shield touched the blood mist, it made a sound of "呲呲呲", and saw that the sword and shield was being corroded by the blood mist at an extremely fast speed, and could not last for half a minute.

Unexpectedly, this scarlet butterfly was so terrifying, Shen Lang's scalp became numb, and he immediately spouted the sky blue sand.

The blue sand mass swelled into dense blue light rain against the storm, finally resisting the erosion of blood fog. But Shen Lang keenly discovered that the sand ball of the sky blue **** sand would be polluted little by little by the blood mist, weakening its aura.

Shen Lang was shocked. The Sky Blue Divine Sand was his most important defensive treasure. Once it was completely contaminated, it would take a long time to refine the Divine Sand to regain spirituality.

This blood mist is too domineering, no wonder it is called "Weeping Blood Demon Butterfly."

Seeing that the sky blue **** sand was polluted a little bit, Shen Lang's heart was bleeding. He immediately counterattacked, pinching with two fingers, a large number of Qi swords were condensed all over his body, and "Swish Swish" attacked towards the magic butterflies in all directions.

An astonishing scene appeared. When the Qi Sword was about to hit the Demon Butterfly Group, the Demon Butterfly seemed to teleport, dodge and avoid, easily avoiding the attack of the Qi Sword, extremely flexible.

Pure Yang Jian Jue hit a hole.

Shen Lang's face was earthy, the speed of this magic butterfly was too fast.

In desperation, he sacrificed nine Lei Ze points lightsaber.

Since the previous battle with the real person Qingyang and the others, the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted, and a lot of spiritual power was required to activate the Nine Li sword formation.

Shen Lang took out a jade bottle from the storage ring, swallowed a drop of jade dew syrup, and instantly recovered 40-50% of his spiritual power.

In addition to releasing a poisonous blood mist, the Weeping Demon Butterfly has no other powerful means of attack. Of course, their teeth are very sharp, and if the demon butterfly group breaks through the defense, they will probably be swallowed up.

Shen Lang urged the Nine Li sword formations, and eighty-one sword lights were like a golden storm, strangling towards a large number of magic butterflies.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Countless sword lights hit the magic butterfly, sparks splashed, making a sound like metal collision.

The blood-colored wings of the Demon Butterfly are attached with a thick layer of scarlet scales, which are harder than ordinary ancient treasures. The sword light formed by the Nine Li sword formation can not cause much damage to the Demon Butterfly.

After strangling for a while, the Demon Butterfly Group was only slightly affected, and about eight or nine Demon Butterfly bodies fell to the ground and were killed by Jianguang.

Shen Lang's expression was extremely ugly, and he tried his best to mobilize the Jiuli Sword Formation, but he could only kill less than ten Demon Butterflies. If he wanted to kill so many Demon Butterflies, he didn't know how long he was!

Sky Blue Divine Sand's shield won't last long, and this group of magic butterflies will definitely break through their defenses first.

This monster beast of the ancient demon world is too terrifying.

After the group of Demon Butterflies were attacked by the sword array, they suddenly became cruel, and more blood mist gushed out of the blood-colored wings, accelerating the corrosion of the sky blue sand.

Just when Shen Lang was anxious, Xiao Rou reminded: "Weeping Blood Demon Butterfly belongs to the category of monsters. You may wish to sacrifice the magic dragon seal to try it, maybe it will work."

"it is good!"

Shen Lang's dead horse served as a living horse doctor and sacrificed the magic dragon seal.

Yuxi exudes a warm white glow, which makes people feel refreshed and peaceful. Shen Lang tried to pour spiritual power into the magic dragon seal.

The sudden change occurred, and the real dragon pattern carved on the surface of the white jade seal suddenly released a large amount of white light. The light was not dazzling, but it gave people a sense of holiness.

A jade dragon phantom with a body length of more than ten meters flew out from the magic dragon seal, with an astonishing momentum.

I saw Jade Dragon rushing into the group of magic butterflies, swallowing a few magic butterflies into his belly. Immediately after the dragon's mouth, it exhaled a brilliant milky white glow.

Xiaguang spread to all sides, and the surrounding blood mist was slowly dispersed.

The Demon Butterfly Group seemed to be frightened, and immediately retreated and fled, retreated outside the entrance of the passage, and screamed towards Shen Lang, as if to indicate that this was their territory.

The jade dragon danced around Shen Lang, then flew into the magic dragon seal, condensing into the previous dragon pattern.

However, Huan Long Xi could only repel the Demon Butterfly Group, and was unable to kill the Demon Butterfly Group. Shen Lang was half happy and half worried.

"My son, the magic dragon seal has been placed for too long, and the sealed phantom beast is a bit weak. It needs to swallow a certain amount of monsters and ghosts to nourish it to restore its strength. Now the power is not enough to deal with the magic butterfly group." Xiaorou explained.

Shen Lang nodded, the level of the Weeping Blood Demon Butterfly was too high, and it was difficult for the magic dragon to continue digesting a few of them. However, after swallowing a few magic butterflies, the breath of the magic dragon seal was stronger than before.

"My son, the Weeping Blood Demon Butterfly is a gregarious monster with a strong sense of territory. The magic dragon seal is not powerful enough to break through the siege. Let's avoid the sharp edge." Xiaorou said immediately.

Shen Lang gritted his teeth and could only do so. But in this way, the passage on the west side cannot be entered.

There are a large number of congenital clutches in the southern passage, which is equivalent to abolishing two passages.

The cultivator Nanlu walked through the east passage. Shen Lang had no choice but to look for the north passage to see if he could enter.

Encountering the Demon Butterfly just now can be regarded as a major warning to Shen Lang, this Soul Burying Mountain is more terrifying than he thought.

If the passage to the north is also difficult to enter, Shen Lang intends to give up entering Soul Burying Mountain and leave Stigmata Canyon. He didn't want to risk his life with Su Ruoxue.