Godly Dragon Guard

The two goalkeeper disciples have the cultivation base of the late foundation building.

Shen Lang didn't change his expression and said, "Elder Wan Ming has something important for me to tell the palace lord! Two seniors, please open the door of the palace and let me in. There is indeed something urgent to tell the palace lord."

He casually made up a reason, why Elder Wanming was an early Yuan Ying monk in Ziyang Palace.

"This……"

The two gatekeeper disciples look at me and I look at you. He hesitated. One of the gatekeepers frowned and said, "Elder Wan Ming is not in the martial art. How could his old man order you to do something with a disciple in the early stage of foundation building? How do we know you? Is it true or false?"

Shen Lang frowned and said: "The matter is important, and I hope the two seniors don't doubt it. In case the palace master breaks down, we can't afford it!"

"Ok... OK."

The two goalkeeper disciples were startled, and immediately nodded. It is expected that a disciple in the foundation building period is just a disciple, and he certainly has no guts to find such a reason to see the palace lord.

The palace lord has been irritable and irritable recently. Last time, because he couldn't control his irritable mood, he missed and killed a disciple in the palace. Everyone talked about this matter in Ziyang Palace.

The two gatekeepers did not hesitate, and immediately opened the palace gate.

Shen Lang strode into the hall and closed the door with his backhand.

The main hall of Ziyang Palace was empty. At this moment, Dao Yang was meditating in the bedroom of the side hall on the side of the hall. The door of the side hall was closed.

Shen Lang sensed the aura of Daoyang, and walked towards the side hall on the first floor of the main hall, and walked to the door of the side hall not long after.

"The old man is cultivating, just get out of me if there is nothing big!" Dao Yang's grumpy and hoarse roar came from the side hall.

Shen Langyin sneered, and directly raised his foot, kicking open the door of the side hall with a "boom".

In the bedroom of the side hall, Daoyang Daoyang sat on a futon and meditated. Seeing that the people were so rude, he suddenly became angry and roared: "Dare to enter the palace master's training place, you are looking for death!"

Not only did Shen Lang not panic, he laughed: "Old Daoyang dog, you haven't seen you for many years. You are a lot of decadence. It must be the end of life, hopeless breakthrough, and start to be cynical?"

The real Daoyang in front of him was much older than 80 years ago, and his skin was also covered with wrinkles.

Generally speaking, monks in the Yuan Ying stage age extremely slowly, but when their lifespan is about to expire, the aging rate will increase significantly.

Daoyang Daoyang is now over 980 years old. He is basically a monk with half his foot in the coffin, so he looks so old.

However, Daoyang Zhenren pays attention to maintenance, and there should be no problem if he can live another 30 years. He was not reconciled to die like this, holding a glimmer of hope, trying to break through the stage of transformation in these thirty years.

In fact, he is just daydreaming. With such an old body, the vitality has been weakened to such a degree, and it is impossible for him to break through.

Dao Yang himself knew that the days were over, but he was unwilling to become so irritable.

"Boy, who are you?"

Seeing someone kicking out of the door and uttering such words, Daoyang Zhenren stood up from the futon, with a trace of murder in his turbid old eyes, he had already seen that the person in front of him was not a disciple in the palace.

"Old dog Daoyang, if you haven't seen me for more than 80 years, you don't know me? Open your old eyes to see who I am."

After speaking, Shen Lang lifted the disguise technique and changed back to his original appearance.

Dao Yang pointed at Shen Lang with his mouth wide open, his old face was full of consternation, and it took him a long time to shout: "Shen Lang, it turned out to be you!"

There was a hint of surprise in the roar. Shen Lang had snatched the Pearl Umbrella of Hunyuan, a prestigious spirit treasure, but he had failed to hunt down Shen Lang himself in the past, and he was angry about it for a long time.

Unexpectedly, one day, this kid will come up to the door?

"Little beast, hand over Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella!"

Dao Yang didn't think much about it, the whole person turned into a purple-gray flame whirlwind and rushed towards Shen Lang.

He thought Shen Lang was as good as an ant!

Seeing this scene, Shen Lang couldn't help sneer, and immediately sacrificed nine Lei Ze splitting lightsabers, urging the Nine Li sword formations.

"Shoo!"

The nine golden flying swords suddenly turned into eighty-one sword lights, rotating around Shen Lang at high speed, like a golden lightning tornado, enveloping Shen Lang.

Daoyang Daoyang was really confused. He naturally thought that Shen Lang was a rubbish, so he rushed straight towards the lightning tornado and immediately triggered the defense of the Jiuli Sword Array.

"boom!"

Dao Yang's body full of flames hit the Jiuli sword formation, making a violent explosion.

The violent Jin Lei shook Daoyang Daoyang far away, and knocked it against the wall on the side of the hall with a "boom," and fell a dog to eat shit.

Fortunately, there is a Ziyang Fire Guardian, Daoyang Daoyang is just surging up with blood, and he is not injured.

"No... it's impossible!"

Dao Yang exclaimed, and immediately got off the ground, his old face completely changed color, and he stared at Shen Lang with incredible gaze, only to discover the other's cultivation.

"You turned out to be in the middle stage of Yuan Ying!"

Dao Yang wondered for a while whether he saw an illusion. This has only been more than eighty years, and the chopsticks of the middle stage of the pill formation have turned into a monk in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!

"Yes, old stuff, it seems to have given you a surprise." Shen Lang laughed, and then said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense. Daoyang, my son came to you today, I want to know the seeds of the fire spirit. Whereabouts. If you tell me honestly, if I am happy, you can still keep a whole body of you."

Daoyang's true popularity is extremely anti-smiling: "Very good! Little miscellaneous, the old man didn't expect you to grow up to this point. But don't be too arrogant. Do you think you can overcome the old man with your cultivation base? Know the whereabouts of the fire spirit seeds? Go dreaming!"

Shen Lang's eyes were full of fierce light: "Don't tell me? Then I will perform soul search on you later!"

After speaking, Shen Lang urged the Jiuli sword formation with all his strength.

Eighty-one Dao Jianguang turned into a lightning storm and swept towards Dao Yang.

"hiss!"

Master Daoyang had never seen a small sword formation that was so powerful that he couldn't help taking a breath of cold air, his old face became extremely ferocious.

He seriously underestimated Shen Lang's strength. It is absolutely impossible for an ordinary middle-aged cultivator to issue such a powerful blow, and even the late-phased cultivator may not have this ability.

After all, Daoyang is an old monster who has lived for almost a thousand years. He has extremely rich vision and experience. He knows that he can't resist Shen Lang's attack if he does not use the strongest blow!

He pushed out his palms with a hideous expression, a large amount of purple-gray flames gushing out of his palms, forming a huge flame storm in front of him.

I saw the purple-gray flame storm hitting the golden lightning storm.