Godly Dragon Guard

"I got this by chance, and it has always been used as an important magic weapon to protect my life. Is it satisfied with fellow Taoists?" Shen Lang asked repeatedly.

Situ Ling immediately put the gold yuan bowl into the storage ring, and said with a sneer: "So-so. Those little celestial stones should be left for the owner of the altar."

"Row."

Shen Lang responded without a smile, and continued to ask: "Now it is always possible for Shen to have a face-to-face conversation with the three seniors of the transformation stage, right?"

After Situ Ling put the 200,000 small celestial stones into the storage ring, he pretended to be polite and smiled: "Of course. This matter is of great importance. I will go and tell me Master Heavenly Sword and others. The two predecessors of the transformation stage, fellow Taoists will wait a while in this hall."

Situ Ling was not easy to do too much. The brass bowl was the treasure of Zhou Long on Mochizuki Island. Shen Lang took out Zhou Long’s treasure and it was a bit meaningful. He suspected that this person killed Zhou Long and took away the opponent’s. baby.

If this is the case, the strength of this monk named Shen Lang may be higher than he thought.

Moreover, the news that Shen Lang said must indeed be known to the great elders of the Moon Bye League.

After Situ Ling left a sentence, he left the hall.

Shen Lang sat in a chair beside him waiting, still a little anxious and irritable.

He always felt that the Moon Worship League was a bit unreliable. The Situ Ling in the late Nascent Soul Stage was so arrogant. When he saw the three monks of the Transcendent God Stage, he didn't know what difficulties he would face.

Although Shen Lang cares about his own life, it is impossible for him to beg others to save himself!

Disappointment is greater than hope. Most of the Baiyue League is unreliable, and Shen Lang is thinking about ways quickly in his mind, how can he benefit to the greatest extent?

Shen Lang thought hard, there is no good idea, he can only take one step at a time.

After a short period of time passed, Situ Ling took three cultivators into the main altar hall of the Moon Worship League.

All three of them looked like old people, and Shen Lang recognized them all by just one glance.

The head was a white-haired monk with long eyebrows and two swords on his back. This person looks righteous, immortal, and extraordinary.

This monk with long eyebrows is Situ Ling's master, the real man of Heavenly Sword in Beijianmen. Beijianmen claimed to be a decent sect, and Heavenly Sword Master rarely showed up in front of outsiders, and Shen Lang did not know the roots of this person.

But the old silver-haired woman on crutches behind the monk with long eyebrows is not so foul.

The silver-haired old woman is the Binghua mother-in-law of Hanpo Valley. On the surface, she looks like an old woman who is dying, but she is very sinister and poisonous, killing people like numb, and exuding a chilly atmosphere full of oppression.

There is also a bald old man in a green robe. This person is the ancestor of the poisonous spirit sect, and he is not a good person.

Shen Lang immediately stood up from his seat and held his fist to salute the three monks in the transformation stage: "Senior Shen Lang, I have met three seniors!"

Situ Ling said contemptuously: "What kind of style is such an understatement? When you see the three great elders, you can't bow down!"

Shen Lang's anger swelled, and it was impossible for him to kneel down! This sentence of Situ Ling aroused Shen Lang's anger.

Fortunately, without waiting for Shen Lang to respond, the Heavenly Sword Master waved his hand and said, "You are a guest when you come. You don't have to stick to these red tapes. Little friend Shen Lang, you can talk to us quickly. Just now, you and my disciple talked about Nine colors of light, is this true or not?"

Shen Lang clasped his fist and said: "The junior dare not deceive Senior Tianjian, the nine-color light is what I have seen with my own eyes, and I personally feel it, there can be no fakes."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three cultivators of the transformation stage were obviously moved.

"Boy, you can tell the old man what happened." Mother Binghua's muddy eyes stared at Shen Lang, with a cold chill.

Shen Lang shuddered, the evil spirit on this old woman was too terrifying, as if she could kill her at any time.

He could only obediently repeat what he had just said to Situ Ling.

The three cultivators of the Transcendent Deity Stage looked vague, and while Shen Lang uttered their experiences, they were also trying to figure out the flaws in Shen Lang's words.

If Shen Lang deliberately deceived, or deceived them, the three cultivators of the transformation stage could easily find the flaws in Shen Lang's words.

However, they listened carefully to Shen Lang's statement, and they did not find any flaws exposed by Shen Lang, as if it were really true.

After being attacked by thunder robbery, the remaining two demon cultivators may not have the ability to move, but the golden flame peacock has a self-healing body, exactly the same as this kid said.

"Boy, according to what you said, one of the four Demon Cultivators of Tier 10 of the Demon Race died and two were seriously injured. The Golden Flame Peacock's injuries have not healed, and are still chasing you?" Yin Yu asked.

"Yes, that's it." Shen Lang replied in a deep voice.

The ancestor Wandu glanced at the real person of the Heavenly Sword, and said without a smile: "Brother Heavenly Sword, according to this kid, the Northern Territory Demon Race is now the time to be weak. If we attack the Northern Territory Demon Race together. , Maybe it can really be won in one fell swoop!"

"Huh! The old man has no interest in attacking the monster race, but only interested in the nine-color divine light. If we can get a few nine-color divine stones, we may have a chance to fly." Granny Binghua sneered.

As soon as these words came out, it must be a lie that the real person of Heavenly Sword and the ancestor of Wandu were not touching. In fact, the ancestor of Wandu just said that was thinking about the nine-color **** stone.

After all, the temptation of the soaring is too great, not only represents the ability to enter a broader world of cultivation, but the lifespan can also extend a thousand years out of thin air.

But only a very small number of cultivators at the transformation stage have the ability to ascend. If they can get the nine-color sacred stone, refining the nine-color sacred light, there is great hope for ascent.

"Little friend, since you have been arrested by the Northern Territory Monster Race, do you know the news about the Nine-Colored Divine Stone?" The Heavenly Sword Master asked Shen Lang kindly.

Shen Lang shook his head and said: "The younger generation only knows that Fengling Peacock said that his nine-color sacred stone was found in the Arctic ice sheet. As for the number of found, the younger generation does not know."

Master Tianjian nodded slightly, and then asked Shen Lang about the status of the three demon cultivators of the Northern Territory Demon Race.

Shen Lang sternly said: "The junior can be 100% sure about this matter. The Cold Flame Peacock and the Earth Fury Bear are extremely injured and should be completely useless. Only the Golden Flame Peacock, a Tier 10 demon cultivator who is still capable of fighting. And also seriously injured."

When Madam Tianjian wanted to inquire, Granny Binghua coldly snorted impatiently: "Rather than asking this yellow-haired boy one sentence, it's better to perform soul search on him, don't you know everything?"

As soon as he said this, Shen Lang's whole body was like falling into an ice cellar, with cold sweat all over his body, and a secret message in his heart.

Sure enough, during these **** transformation stages, the cultivators didn't care about their own lives, they only cared about benefits.

The real Heaven Sword said in a deep voice: "Friend Binghua, don't be impulsive. This little friend is a human monk, and Feng Ling Peacock can die thanks to this little friend. Then the Northern Territory Monster Race is still hunting him all over the world. , If we kill him first, wouldn't it be our own people slap our own people in the face."