Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang was very curious why Yun Henzi knew that the Central Wutu Xinghuang Qi was hidden in the tomb of the goddess, but he did not ask about it on this occasion.

"Come here first. Three fellow Taoists, let's talk about how to solve the problem at hand." The Yumian boy walked into the pavilion without delay.

As soon as the voice fell, the jade-faced boy waved one hand and opened a pure white mask, covering a range of 10,000 meters, isolating all divine sense detection.

Fazhao holy monk put his hands together and said first: "I don't know what happened in the tomb of the goddess. I don't know what happened, so let the four juniors explain it first."

The jade face boy nodded slightly, and said to Yu Yao behind him: "Yao'er, please explain what happened in the tomb of the goddess."

"This..." Yu Yao glanced at Shen Lang, her expression a little hesitant.

She didn't know exactly what the treasure of the goddess' tomb was, but Shen Lang got a Tianlingbao placed on the goddess' tomb's spiritual position. Yuyao worried that she would say it out and Shen Lang would become a target.

Shen Lang saw Yu Yao's difficulties and said with a serious face: "Yu Yao righteous sister, there is nothing to hide, just tell the truth."

"it is good."

Yuyao nodded slightly. She was ice and smart. She felt that if this matter was concealed, it would be more unfavorable to Shen Lang, so she told the matter honestly.

She recounted what happened to everyone in the tomb of the goddess, including the monk of enlightenment, the master of bliss, and the coffin of the maidservant of the goddess of Styx, and all the many things involved.

She also told the story about Shen Lang meeting the goddess of Styx, except that she did not say that Shen Lang made unfriendly behaviors to the goddess of Styx. Yuyao had difficulty telling her about this, and she didn't seem to want to say anything. Did not say it.

"The Heavenly Spirit Treasure on the tomb of the goddess?"

The jade face boy and the Fazhao holy monk changed their faces slightly, looking at Shen Lang, they found some clues.

Shen Lang felt the two powerful and sharp gazes of Yumian Boy and Fazhao Saint Monk, he couldn't help feeling chills all over his body, feeling that everything on his body was under scrutiny.

Even the extremely gloomy and silent Shoutian Xiejun couldn't help but look at Shen Lang more.

The Fazhao saint monk exclaimed: "Friend Yunhen, you are really hidden and you have received such a high disciple. Tsk, you have three heavenly spirit treasures on your disciple at the same time. You are truly unprecedented. !"

Yun Henzi stood up and laughed: "Fellow Daoist said and laughed. The little disciple obtained the Heavenly Spirit Treasure by his own ability and chance. It has nothing to do with me. However, the little disciple obtained this piece from the tomb of the goddess. I asked him to pick up the Tianlingbao. It is the Central Wutu Xinghuang Banner among the five-color divine flags. This treasure is of great use to the little ones, and I hope you all raise your hands high."

The Fa Zhao sacred monk shook his head and said: "Friend Yunhen said and laughed, since you obtained it as a disciple, it will naturally belong to him. How could I have objections. Besides, the four juniors have already married Jin Lan righteously, so how can we be elders? A dispute over Tianlingbao, that would be too shameful."

The Yumian boy laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha, Daoist Yunhen, it seems that Yumou was wrong. I didn't think you still have the potential to inherit your mantle. It is a loss to be able to take this thing from the tomb of the goddess. You can do it as a disciple."

The Xietian Xiejun, who has been silent since just now, also muttered: "Huh, this son is better than my trash son!"

Yun Henzi smiled without saying a word, but he was very happy in his heart.

Shen Lang's performance is so amazing, Yun Henzi is also considered bright on his face.

Listening to Xietian Xiejun calling himself a trash, Xie Ying looked a little embarrassed, and at the same time was greatly inspired in his heart, secretly vowing to follow Shen Lang's footsteps as soon as possible.

Saint Bai Wei held Yuyao's hand and said calmly: "Let's talk about business. The little girl just said it's almost done, and you must know what happened."

"Four juniors who killed so many descendants of Monarch Nanyuan will surely cause some trouble. Those of us parents and elders should try our best to unite and overcome these pressures. You have no objections, right?"

The sage monk put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, take it for granted!"

The Xietian Xiejun stood with his hand in his hand, and said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence.

Yun Henzi said with a stern face: "The kid kills the most monks. I, the master, will naturally bear the responsibility. Since the treasure in the tomb of the goddess is related to the master of bliss, Yun will go to capture the master of bliss and bring it immediately. In front of fellow daoists."

"Okay, I'll ask Daoist Yunhen for this matter. It's really not appropriate for me to wait for the Mahayana monk to take action against the juniors in the fit period." Yumian Boy nodded.

"Yunmou will go back and will not delay you too much time."

Yun Henzi said indifferently, and then called Shen Lang: "Shen Lang disciple, you go with me."

"Yes!"

Shen Lang immediately responded.

Thinking of seeing his master taking action, he was still a little excited.

Yun Henzi walked out of the white mask, and stood with his hands in his hands. There were thousands of white sword shadows surging from his body, and he couldn't see the reality.

Suddenly, the space in front of Yun Henzi was torn a white crack by Jian Ying, and walked in unhurriedly.

Shen Lang was shocked. He hadn't seen how Yun Henzi made the move, and there was a space crack in front of him. This method was simply unimaginable!

Seeing Yun Henzi walked into the space crack, Shen Lang also hurriedly followed.

"Wow!"

Entering the crack in the space, Shen Lang felt a huge teleportation power enveloped her body, and was teleported out in an instant.

The Yumian boy said to the Xietian Xiejun and Fazhao Saint Monk: "The two Taoists are here to wait a while, and Yumou will help the little girl treat the hidden illness first."

"Yao'er, come with me."

Called Yuyao, the Yumian boy walked towards the attic not far ahead.

Yuyao took a deep breath and immediately followed the Yumian boy.

Saint Bai Wei was quite worried, and followed.

Entering the loft hall, Yuyao sat on the soft couch, the white mask on her face was taken off by Saint Bai Wei.

Seeing his daughter's face changed beyond recognition, her face was covered with terrifying scars and wrinkles, and the skin on her face was like dry bark. Both the Jade Mian Boy and the Saint Bai Wei trembled in their hearts.

They know their daughter very well, and it is conceivable how much heartache Yuyao has suffered over the past thousand years.

Yumian Boy's complexion was dignified, a white light gushing out of his right hand, pressing towards Yu Yao's face.

Suddenly.

"boom!"

A stream of black lightning hovered on Yu Yao's face and bounced the jade-faced boy's right hand gushing out of it.

The jade-faced boy stabilized his figure, a trace of black air overflowed from his right hand.

"Hmph, such a powerful curse is rare. The soul power of the evil spirit is probably at the level of the Mahayana period!" Yumian boy smashed his mouth, his face turned a little ugly.