Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang's physical body is extremely strong, and this point of gravity will not affect him, at best, his legs feel a little heavy.

"Pure Yang Jian Jue!"

"Golden Blade Storm!"

"Amethyst Wall!"

Shen Lang can operate freely with some illegal treasures, so self-protection is not a problem.

This space is similar to Styx, and the sky contains an extremely powerful sense of space oppression. The cultivators of the Transcendental Stage cannot escape from the air and can only act on the ground.

Shen Lang was not in a hurry to act. He looked around for a while to determine the direction.

The tomb of the goddess is similar to an independent space, not inside a mountain. However, the Goddess Peak was real, and Shen Lang couldn't help but marvel at the law of the Goddess Tomb.

Right now, there is an endless wasteland all around.

Shen Lang took out the compass from the storage ring and found that the compass could not locate the direction in the tomb of the goddess. Some other positioning magic weapons have also failed.

You can only move forward by feeling.

Generally speaking, the closer you go to the center of the tomb of the goddess, the greater the space pressure on the monk's body and the greater the gravity.

It is not difficult to leave the tomb of the goddess. There are many places with weak space around the tomb of the goddess. As long as you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find a faint space cyclone.

The monk only needs to tear the space cyclone and open the space channel to leave the tomb of the goddess.

Although the cultivators of the transformation stage cannot break the space of the ancient spirit world, the space of the tomb of the goddess is not the same as the outside world. Where the space is weak, the cultivators of the peak of the goddess can also break the weak space barriers outside the tomb of the goddess.

However, only the space outside the tomb of the goddess is weak. The more you move inside, the more stable the space becomes.

In other words, if a monk is halfway through the exploration, he feels too dangerous and does not want to continue exploring, and he must return to the outskirts of the tomb of the goddess to leave.

Shen Lang's fingertips condensed a lightsaber into the ground, equivalent to a positioning mark.

Then, Shen Lang walked for kilometers from east to west, north and south, to find the direction where the space gravity was getting stronger and stronger, and headed in that direction immediately.

Shen Lang sprinted in the wasteland. About ten minutes later, he saw a wide and narrow valley.

On the left and right sides of the valley are two extremely high mountains, the tops of which are not visible at a glance. In the tomb of the goddess, there is no way to escape, and you can only walk the valley.

"This is Falling Wind Valley?"

Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and said in his heart.

The ghost mother of Styx once gave Shen Lang a jade slip, which recorded three important places in the tomb of the goddess, each of which was the Valley of the Fallen Wind, the Blood Lotus Mountain, and the Huangquan Road.

In fact, there are five dangerous places in the tomb of the goddess, and they are the only places to enter the center of the tomb of the goddess.

However, young monks from ancient times to the present can at most reach the third dangerous place. As for the fourth and fifth dangerous places, there is no record at all.

In the history of Nanyuan, there was once a super genius who astounded the past, passed Huangquan Road and reached the fourth dangerous place, and finally stopped here.

As a result, the shocking genius who entered the fourth dangerous place, shortly after the tomb of the goddess, became insane and became a lunatic.

This matter was widely circulated, and at the same time it also warned future generations. The goddess did not seem to like being disturbed by monks.

Therefore, the young monks who entered the tomb of the goddess in later generations were basically just when the treasure of the tomb of the goddess was an illusory existence, in order to find some top treasures in the blood lotus mountain.

Back in front of Shen Lang, the Valley of Falling Wind was the first dangerous place in the tomb of the goddess. The interior was filled with a lot of wind, similar to space storms and turbulence, and extremely powerful.

As soon as he stepped into the valley, Shen Lang was shocked, as if stepping into a different world, the surrounding scenery was completely different from before.

The land in the valley was scarlet, as if it had been soaked in blood.

"Boom!"

A heavy thunder sound rang in my ears, and I saw arcs of blood flashed in the gray sky. The deeper the valley, the more violent the wind became.

The space in front of the valley is extremely distorted and chaotic. The distorted space overflows with blood, and the overwhelming **** wind blade blows away, filling the entire valley like a storm.

Shen Lang revolved the amethyst wall, a layer of amethyst-colored light wall condensed all over his body, and plunged into the wind blade that was slicing.

"Boom boom boom!"

In one breath, hundreds of blood-colored wind blades smashed against the amethyst-colored light wall condensed from Shen Lang's body, making bursts of roar, and the amethyst wall glowed with dazzling purple light, defending against the impact of wind blades in all directions.

Shen Lang felt a lot of pressure, but fortunately, the defensive power of Amethyst Wall was amazing, and attacks of this level could still be resisted.

It's just that the more he walks forward, the more and more terrifying the gravity the body is enduring, and the space pressure here is thousands of times more than just now! It seems that there is a big mountain pressing on the monk's back. In this case, let alone walking, it is even difficult to move!

Shen Lang's physical strength exceeded that of ordinary people, and he moved forward at full speed, barely able to reach a speed similar to jogging.

"Hey, Fellow Shen, Donor Shen, help...help the poor monks!"

As Shen Lang traveled, a cry for help suddenly rang in front of him.

Looking closely, he turned out to be a fat-headed yellow-robed monk, but he was not the disciple of the master of bliss, the monk Wu Se!

This is really a coincidence.

Although Monk Wu Se had the cultivation base of the peak of transformation, it seemed that his defensive abilities were not good. The Buddha's light shield on the side that was propped up cracked open numerous cracks, and it seemed that he couldn't hold it anymore.

Going further, his Buddha's light shield will collapse within ten seconds. Even if you step back, it won't last long. Monk Wu Se was frightened and his face paled, and he was in a dilemma.

By coincidence, seeing Shen Lang jogging from the back like a stroll in a leisurely courtyard, Monk Wu Se was shocked and did not forget to cry for help.

"It's him!"

Shen Lang narrowed his eyes, and didn't mean to go up and save him.

If it were other monks, Shen Lang would definitely save one or two, after all, it was just a matter of effort for him.

But this Wu Se monk is a disciple of the Master of Bliss, Shen Lang suspects that Master Bliss and Qi Jue have a leg, and he sees this bald donkey upset, wishing this bald donkey died!

Shen Lang pretended not to hear Monk Wu Se's cry for help, and directly passed by him and marched forward.

Monk Wu Se was dumbfounded and exclaimed: "Hey, Donor Shen, don't go! Save the poor monk! The poor monk knows some secrets in the tomb of the goddess. As long as you save the poor monk, the poor monk will tell the secret. you!"

These words attracted Shen Lang's attention. He stopped and said, "What you said is true?"

If someone else said this, Shen Lang would definitely not believe it, but Monk Wu Se was a master of Bliss. Qi Jue asked Zifeng to give the blood of the goddess to the master of bliss, there may be some connection, the master of bliss may know the purpose of the blood of the goddess.

"Really, the poor monk guarantees!" Monk Wu Se hurriedly shouted.

Shen Lang didn't talk nonsense, he only pointed to a pinch of Pure Yang Jian Jue, a white sword and shield enveloped Monk Wu Se.