Godly Dragon Guard

Although the monks in the transformation stage have lifespan restrictions, their bodies have stopped aging, and even after another thousand years, their appearance will not change the slightest.

And it won't have any impact on the future impact of the refining period.

However, a thousand years is too long. Thinking about spending a thousand years in this dark world, the four of them are extremely emotional.

Yuyao was in the worst mood. She couldn't wait to leave the tomb of the goddess and restore her appearance.

Now that she was going to be trapped here for a thousand years, Yu Yao felt extremely painful.

"It can only be so." Xie Ying closed his eyes.

"Amitabha Buddha." Shenxiu clasped her hands together, and seemed to have accepted her fate.

Shen Lang felt a sense of guilt in his heart, and said loudly: "I must say sorry to you. If Shen did not invade the long sleep of the goddess of Styx, you would not fall to this point."

Shenxiu said sternly: "Master Shen doesn't have to be like this. Good luck makes people. You can't be blamed for this. On the contrary, you saved our life. It is too late to be grateful for the poor monk."

Although Yuyao was extremely disappointed in her heart, she still shook her head and said: "The world is unpredictable. It is meaningless to say that it is not your fault."

"Xie has never blamed the heavens and others." Xie Ying said coldly.

Seeing that the three of them didn't blame themselves, Shen Lang was quite moved and clasped his fists heavily: "Thank you three fellow Taoists!"

None of the four of them were in a good mood. After a short chat, each of them began to meditate and rest.

Time passed day by day.

Shen Lang treats Yuyao every day for hidden injuries and nourishes her body with Shengyang's fighting spirit.

It lasted for more than two months before Yuyao's originally weak body slowly recovered.

It may be that she has a sense of guilt in her heart. Shen Lang often transmits voices to comfort Yu Yao, and occasionally chats with her to appease her overly sad emotions.

Before replacing it, Yuyao would definitely be taboo from chatting with a male monk who didn't know much about it, but at this moment, there was nowhere to tell the pain in her heart, and she was willing to talk to Shen Lang instead.

The relationship between the two is much better, and they are worthy of friends.

Through daily communication, Shen Lang can almost understand what kind of woman Yuyao is.

Unlike Shen Lang's impression, Yuyao is an extremely pure-minded woman. Her parents were very strict with her since she was a child. She had never contacted other monks, and she didn't even know what the world outside Nanyuan was like.

Chatting with Shen Lang like this is actually the first experience in her life.

In an instant, three months later.

Xie Ying and Shenxiu meditate with their eyes closed every day, but the two of them can stand loneliness.

Yuyao's body also recovered completely under Shen Lang's treatment for many days.

On this day, Shen Lang finished his last treatment, and the sound transmission said: "Miss Yuyao, the **** spiritual power in your body has been completely eliminated, and there should be no hidden dangers to the body."

"Thank you, Mr. Shen, who has been treating the young woman's injuries during this period of time, and also advising the young woman to relieve her worries. I am grateful." Yuyao Transmitted Voice in response, getting up and making a salute to Shen Lang.

"It's just fulfilling the previous promise. Girl Yuyao doesn't have to thank me." Shen Lang shook his head.

Yuyao hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but speak through a voice transmission: "Little girl... there is still a merciless request."

"What request?" Shen Lang asked curiously.

"Can you... accompany me out for a walk?" Yu Yao tried to keep herself calm, but there was still a hint of shyness in her tone.

Shen Lang froze for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

The two walked out of the palace gate.

The evil clouds on the Blood Lotus Mountain had dissipated as early as a month ago, and there were no signs of evil spirits on the mountain, and there was basically no threat.

The two of them wandered around the Xuelian Mountain and chatted at will, occasionally picking some natural treasures.

"Girl Yuyao asked Shen to come out, should she have something to tell me, right?" Shen Lang said sternly.

"Young Master Shen doesn't need to be so serious. The little girl just... I've been dull for too long, so I want to relax and chat. Of course, if Young Master Shen dislikes the little girl's appearance under the mask is too ugly, the little girl won't force it. The son can go back now." Yu Yao said softly.

For this reason, Shen Lang has no reason to refuse, saying: "Girl Yuyao is serious, Shen Lang will not care about your appearance. Even if Miss Yuyao's appearance really cannot be restored, I will... "

Before Shen Lang finished speaking, Yu Yao smiled and said, "Master Shen, don't talk nonsense. This girl is not willing to be an ugly monster!"

There was also a hint of resentment in his tone. Yuyao thinks Shen Lang is just a piece of wood.

"Sorry, I said the wrong thing." Shen Lang scratched his head.

Yuyao shook her head slightly, and after walking for a while, she said quietly: "Actually, the little girl has never left Nanyuan. She is very curious about the world outside of Nanyuan. The reason why she let Master Shen come out is to hear about you. Of course. Of course, if Young Master Shen doesn’t want to mention it, it’s better to be a little girl who has never said this."

Shen Lang simply said: "Of course these Shens can be said before. However, Shen is not an ancient spiritual monk, but an ascending monk from the lower realm. She was born in a barren land. Is Yuyao interested?"

"Fair ascended monk? Good, good!"

Yuyao was very surprised, and she didn't expect that Shen Lang was actually an ascended monk.

You must know that Shen Lang's bone age is only more than three hundred years old. Looking at the ancient spiritual world human race, the talent may not be ranked in the top category.

But if it is the ascended monk, this kind of bone age is too bad!

Shen Lang's important experience since he entered the world of practice, eloquently talked to Yuyao.

Yuyao listened very seriously, and whenever she heard about the difficulties Shen Lang encountered, she would be nervous. When Shen Lang talks about solving difficulties or some happy things, Yuyao will also be very relaxed.

"Just listening to Master Shen's experience gave the little girl a different kind of novelty and excitement. It turns out that the outside world is so exciting and interesting." Yu Yao sighed, and she felt much more relaxed.

"Wonderful is wonderful, but perilous." Shen Lang shook his head.

Yuyao nodded slightly, and after a while of silence, she asked again: "Master Shen, you already have a wife with a haircut, so you deliberately keep your distance with other women?"

Shen Lang didn't know why Yuyao asked this, nodded and said, "Perhaps so."

Before the disfigurement, Yuyao was extremely confident in her appearance, and felt that any male monk would fall over when she saw her true face. Of course, except for monks and strangers.

Shen Lang is not in these two categories, nor has he been overwhelmed by his looks, acting like a gentleman of modest and modest appearance.

As for blaspheming the goddess of Styx, Yu Yao has determined that it was not Shen Lang's original intention.

In fact, such a Shen Lang is inexplicably attractive to Yu Yao. When she heard that Shen Lang had a loved one, she felt jealous.

Yuyao didn't care about this. Her father, Yumian Boy, had more than 30 wives. In the end, it was not just her mother who stayed with each other.

"Master Shen, thank you for taking me out for a walk. I will get along for a long time in the future, so please advise me more." Yuyao thanked again.

"Please advise." Shen Lang also responded politely.

The two returned to the black palace.

Thinking of spending a thousand years here, Shen Lang still feels heavy.

In short, let's break through the peak of Transforming God.