Godly Dragon Guard

"boom!"

The Bodhi clock is as solid as a rock, and the golden light of the Buddha's phantom sky rises, fully resisting the attack of the magic light.

The lame old man complained endlessly, and he was extremely unwilling. The spiritual power in his body was about to be exhausted. If this continues, he really might die in the hands of this kid.

The lame old man is a cultivator at the transformation stage, and he can't say anything to a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, begging for mercy. This is too humiliating. If the other party is also a cultivator in the transformation stage, you can also consider it.

I struggled in my head for a while, there was no other way, I had no choice but to take the next step!

Before the crippled old man ran out of spiritual power, he spewed a big mouthful of blood, consumed his own vital energy, and drew a **** rune in front of him.

The Scarlet Talisman twisted and twisted in mid-air, tearing the space into a small crack, which was continuing to expand.

At this moment, the lame old man uses the huge energy in his life essence to urge the Bodhi Bell with all his strength.

"Buzzing!"

I saw the Bodhi clock release ten thousand Buddha lights, the Buddha phantom made a low Sanskrit sound, and a large amount of Buddha light gushed out of the Bodhi clock and diverged in all directions.

The strong Buddha light shone all over, and for a time it dispelled the magic light that flocked to the Bodhi clock.

However, at this moment, the lame old man suddenly put away the powerful Bodhi clock, and the **** rune in the air in front of him had torn a two-meter-long crack in the space, twisting like a water snake.

"Space Teleportation!"

After the Bodhi Bell was removed, Shen Lang saw the scarlet rune and couldn't help being shocked and let out an exclamation!

This is the blood shadow transmission technique passed down from ancient times by the Longyuan Mo Clan, and only the Mo Clan's cultivating gods can master this method. When using this method, a lot of natal essence must be consumed.

The lame old man, who is more than 1,800 years old, is already suffering from a hidden illness, and the vital energy he has consumed this time has cost him at least 50 years of life!

The crippled old man had no choice but to escape without the spatial teleportation technique. It is estimated that he would be beaten to death by Shen Lang, so he did not hesitate to lose his life.

"Kid remember to me, it's best not to be caught by the old man in the future, otherwise the old man will torture you more than dead!" The lame old man let out a violent roar, and his thin body, like a loach, plunged into the space crack.

"Leave me!"

Shen Lang let out an exclamation and immediately used the Nine Changes of Blood Spirit, transforming into Lei Peng's form.

"Boom!"

The golden Dapeng displayed the flying thunder escape technique, and it flashed to the crack in the space, trying to pull the lame old man out.

Unfortunately, it was a step slower.

The lame old man had entered the crack in the space, and the **** rune immediately disappeared without a trace. The crack also disappeared. The space quickly healed and turned into waves of waves, and then returned to normal.

"Damn, slipped fast."

Shen Lang cursed secretly in his heart, his face as earthy.

The old thing escaped at a critical time.

This is not the point. The point is that the other party is a cultivator of the **** transformation stage of a well-known family in Longyuan Continent. If he knows his identity, he will definitely come and kill him.

Shen Lang was extremely depressed, and within a few days of his birthday, he was about to fall into the vicious circle of being pursued and killed.

"My son, are you okay?" Xiao Rou flew out of the spirit beast bag on Shen Lang's waist. Seeing his pale face, she couldn't help asking with concern.

"It's okay, it's not an injury." Shen Lang shook his head.

"Sorry son, Xiao Rou can't help me with a little help." Xiao Rou said disappointedly.

In the fierce battle between Shen Lang and the lame old man just now, she had no room to intervene, and she felt a little depressed.

He clearly said that he wanted to live and die together with Shen Lang, but he couldn't help with anything. It was really useless as a spirit beast.

"Don't think so, if it weren't for your reminder to use the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, I'll confess here this time." Shen Lang shook his head.

"My son, this old man might go to pull reinforcements, what should we do now?" Xiao Rou asked, biting her teeth.

"It doesn't matter, people are dead and birds are in the sky, your son is accustomed to being chased and killed, so I don't care about this time. Without further ado, let's go and take a look on Immortal Demon Island!"

Shen Lang took back the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella and said helplessly.

He hoped that Jiuyiding would not be taken away by the lame old man, otherwise Fairy Yunmeng would be miserable.

For the past six months, Shen Lang has also used Sheng Yang's battle energy to maintain Fairy Yunmeng's life, but this is not a long-term method after all. It was enough for him to take Su Ruoxue, it was impossible to run around with the unconscious Fairy Yunmeng.

Fairy Yunmeng was still alive, so she couldn't be put in the storage ring. Shen Lang kept her in an ice coffin and placed it on the Flying Star Shenzhou.

"it is good."

Xiaorou nodded solemnly, and flew back to Shen Lang's bag of spirit beasts.

Immortal Demon Island was not far south of the sea, and Shen Lang flew towards the south.

Two monks were brought in one after another, and Shen Lang still didn't know what the purpose of these two men was, and whether there were any other monks on the island, he was extremely vigilant.

In the battle just now, Shen Lang was consumed a bit, but still preserved his combat power. There is still a small part of the Dutian Hunyuan Magic Light in the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella. Once it is shot out, it will kill ten or twenty ordinary Yuanying stage monks.

Therefore, Shen Lang has enough confidence and confidence.

Not long after, Immortal Demon Island was in front of him, and Shen Lang narrowed his eyes. He was so powerful that he was aware of the presence of monks in the middle of the island from afar, and he couldn't help feeling horrified.

Outside the caves in the central valley of the island, there is a group of monks in the Yuan Ying stage. These monks were ordered by the lame old man to guard the place, so no one left. They didn't know what was going on, and didn't notice that Shen Lang was spying on them with divine consciousness.

Shen Lang once took a phantom dream fruit, and now his spiritual sense is 10 or 20% stronger than that of ordinary Yuan Ying cultivators. A monk whose spiritual sense is stronger than the opponent at a certain level can avoid being discovered by the opponent while spying on the opponent. .

There are a total of eleven Yuanying stage, all of which are in the middle stage.

With Shen Lang's current cultivation strength, it is easy to deal with this group of middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Nine Blood Spirits!"

The golden light of the golden dragon on his arm rose, and Shen Lang transformed into a huge golden horned dragon and flew towards the center of the fairy island valley.

The group of cultivators guarding the Yuanying stage outside the central cave of the valley, saw a golden horned dragon with a terrifying aura suddenly flying in the sky, and couldn't help taking a breath.

"Which demon clan is your excellency? What are you doing here!"

A green-robed old man at the peak of the mid-primary infant stage was panicked and immediately yelled at the golden dragon in the sky.

"Come here to kill you!"

The golden flood dragon opened its mouth wide and fangs, spouting a storm of golden blades.

"what!!!"

Before the green-robed old man had time to activate the magic weapon defense, he was bombarded and killed by the golden blade storm.

The other monks were so scared to death that they sacrificed magic weapons.

The golden flood dragon had a frenzied hair, flicking its giant blade-like tail, and a layer of golden blade storm lingered on the dragon scales, directly slicing the flesh of the two Yuan Ying stage monks into pieces.