Godly Dragon Guard

Meier couldn't stand it anymore, and with a wave of her sleeves, she pulled Xiao Rou over, gritted her teeth and said, "You girl, what do you do to a human monk in such a low voice! Sister can't afford to lose this face."

Xiaorou broke down and kept crying there. While crying, he sobbed: "My son, don't want me..."

Shen Lang felt distressed, but he didn't know how to comfort Xiao Rou, he had to be cruel.

"Okay girl, don't cry!"

Meier was annoyed and distressed. She glanced at Shen Lang and said with a cold face: "Smelly man, this girl has a suggestion. Xiaorou is now under the eighth level, and it is indeed difficult for you to protect yourself. Monster. The latter means that after Xiaorou’s eighth-level transformation, he will sign a blood contract with you. What do you think?"

"This……"

Shen Lang's eyes lit up, but he felt a little embarrassed.

The six-tailed celestial fox in the eighth-order transformed form is far superior to the ordinary eighth-order demon cultivator, and it is not a problem to be able to defeat the middle-stage cultivator of Yuan Ying.

Moreover, once the six-tailed celestial fox transforms into shape, the supernatural powers of the blood charm and divine light will become extremely sharp, and the human monks in the late Yuan Ying stage will be killed if they are accidentally shamed by her.

If Xiao Rou could break through the eighth rank, she would definitely have the ability to protect herself, but Shen Lang still didn't want to use this girl.

Listening to Mei'er's words, Xiaorou's cries gradually subsided, and she also felt that this strength of hers was seriously dragging Shen Lang's hind legs.

Xiao Rou hurriedly wiped away her tears, her voice hoarse and said: "Young Master, Meier sister's proposal is good. Xiao Rou will soon be able to break through the eighth level, and she will definitely not become a burden to Young Master by then."

Shen Lang shook his head and sighed, "Xiao Rou, I didn't let you be my spirit beast for this reason. If I promised, wouldn't it mean I was using you?"

"My son, what are you talking about! Xiaorou just sees you as a very important person, and wants to break with you, live and die together, do you think of me as a spirit beast that can be abandoned at will?" Xiaorou choked.

"I……"

Shen Lang was speechless.

In his mind, Xiao Rou is definitely not as simple as his spirit beast. He can be said to be his best friend, and even has a relationship that surpasses friends.

Shen Lang always felt that this was a bit bad. The relationship between the two could only be friends who lived and died together, and could not leapfrog.

After all, in Shen Lang's mind, only Su Ruoxue is irreplaceable.

Seeing that Shen Lang was still hesitating, Xiao Rou finally threw out her own assassin, bit her teeth and said: "My son, I heard from the queen that you have already got the jade slip of resurrection. The arrangement of resurrection requires a lot of precious things. Materials, Xiao Rou knows this better than you, and I can definitely help you."

Of course Xiao Rou knew that to Shen Lang, Su Ruoxue was everything. As long as she could give Shen Lang the hope of rescuing Su Ruoxue, Shen Lang would not be able to resist this temptation.

Sure enough, Shen Lang's face changed several times, and finally gritted his teeth and agreed, saying: "Okay! But Xiaorou, I will not accommodate you, you must break through the eighth rank, otherwise I will not accept you as a spirit beast."

Meier's pretty face was cold, she immediately kicked Shen Lang, and yelled: "Smelly man, you really dislike Xiaorou's strength. You think you are an old man, a lowly human monk, you give Xiaorou a mention The shoes are not qualified enough."

Shen Lang was almost knocked to the ground by Mei'er, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, thinking that you are a stinky lady.

He was only thinking about Xiaorou's safety. If Xiaorou's cultivation was not enough, he would sometimes find it difficult to protect her. Meier obviously misunderstood Shen Lang's meaning.

Shen Lang was too lazy to explain, Xiao Rou should be able to understand his thoughts.

Xiaorou stopped sobbing, with a trace of determination in her beautiful eyes, and said: "Xiaorou knows. Son, I will definitely break through the eighth level soon!"

Shen Lang nodded and said, "Xiao Rou, I won't leave the Continent of the Storm until my cultivation reaches the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."

Xiaorou's beautiful eyes lit up, and she said with joy: "That's right, the son will leave together when the time comes."

Xiaorou's current cultivation base is the pinnacle of the seventh rank. According to her estimation, if she cultivates hard by herself, it will only take more than forty years to break through the eighth rank.

In terms of the lifespan of tens of thousands of years, forty years is already a very short time.

Shen Lang sighed: "You little girl, better practice. When you reach the eighth level, I will pick you up."

"Okay." Xiaorou puffed up her mouth, lowered her head and responded.

Meier glanced at Shen Lang and said coldly: "Smelly man, do you really plan to cultivate here to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul?"

"Yes! Not welcome?" Shen Lang asked, scratching his head.

"Of course it's not welcome, but there is no need to drive you out." Meier put her arms around her chest, her tone arrogantly said.

Shen Lang was a bit speechless, knowing that Meier was choking himself, he also lazily said: "Well, I hope Meier Queen will not trouble me often."

"Don't be passionate, this girl doesn't bother to deal with you stinky man. Xiaorou, let's go!"

After speaking, Meier grabbed Xiaorou's slender hand and rose into the air. She really didn't want to take another look at this man.

Xiaorou still wanted to talk to Shen Lang more, but Meier was so anxious to leave, she reluctantly waved at Shen Lang and shouted, "My son, goodbye!"

Shen Lang also waved his hand and sighed lightly. He didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong.

In short, he wants to upgrade his cultivation level quickly.

In order to prevent outsiders from disturbing, Shen Lang placed a prohibition outside the courtyard.

Back in the courtyard, Shen Lang entered a state of meditation and practice again.

Since the last trip to Stigma Canyon, Shen Lang has been in a state of fighting, killing, or escaping, and has no time to practice well.

Every time a monk in the Yuan Ying period breaks through a small realm, it takes a lot of time. Now that his cultivation base has stabilized at the peak of Yuan Ying's early stage, it is time to consider a breakthrough.

Shen Lang also has a Tianluo fruit that he can take. He had already taken one before, and the effect was amazing. At that time, his cultivation base was greatly improved, saving at least 20 years of meditation time.

Tianluoguo can only be taken twice, the first time the effect is the greatest, the second time the effect is only half of the original, but the second time the medicine is powerful enough to make Shen Lang hit the bottleneck.

After half a month, Shen Lang adjusted his condition to the best level, took out the golden Tianluo fruit from the storage ring and swallowed it directly.

"boom!"

The violent medicinal power immediately spread in Shen Lang's abdomen, and the pores all over his body were shrinking sharply, overflowing with spiritual power.

Shen Lang immediately restrained the medicinal power and began to vomit and absorb it slowly.

day to day.

One month later, the gate of the courtyard was closed tightly.

One year later, the door is still closed. Shen Lang has digested all the medicinal power of Tianluo Guo, and is now hitting the middle stage of Yuan Ying!

The Demon Empress had also issued an order long ago to not allow any demon race to approach the mountain range where Shen Lang lived.

Until some day after two years.

With a loud "bang", the door of the training room was kicked open by a young man with messy hair.

"Haha, I have broken through the middle stage of Yuan Ying!"

The young man ran out of the courtyard like a mad dog and yelled.