Godly Dragon Guard

Although Shen Lang had Hun Yuan Qi that could withstand the attacks of the Divine Soul, he couldn't stand the long-term attacks of three powerful evil spirits. Hun Yuan Qi would slowly be consumed with the attacks of the evil spirits.

He originally stopped to deal with the three evil spirits, but found that these three evil spirits were like crazy dogs and couldn't get rid of them.

Shen Lang had to run away while dispelling the evil spirits.

"Damn, there is no end to this!"

Shen Lang complained repeatedly, and he never thought that he had planted a big somersault right after entering the secret realm, and he was actually entangled by a few evil spirits.

As long as he has not run out of the yellow ground, Hun Yuan's defenses will be broken by these three evil spirits.

Even worse was still behind, Shen Lang encountered a skeleton in the process of escaping.

This time, Shen Langfang was smart and didn't kill the skeleton.

But what he didn't expect was that the skeleton seemed to know Shen Lang's strategy. After chasing for a while, the evil spirit in the skeleton flew out and chased Shen Lang with the other three evil spirits.

"Trouble."

Shen Lang wanted to cry without tears.

He didn't try to attack those evil spirits anymore, and ran away, running at full speed toward the east.

The evil spirits were obviously faster than Shen Lang, and they kept attacking Shen Lang. The Hun Yuan on Shen Lang's body was consumed bit by bit.

Along the way, the situation not only didn't get better, it got worse.

I saw one or two skeletons popping out from time to time in the yellow earth, turning into evil spirits to chase Shen Lang.

Half an hour later, there were more than twenty evil spirits chasing Shen Lang!

"Boom boom boom!"

The evil spirits frantically attacked the barrier formed by Hun Yuan Qi, and Shen Lang had no choice but to take advantage of these powerful evil spirits.

He could not save himself unless he could cast the Yisheng True Monarch curse, which he had long forgotten about.

Seeing that Hun Yuan's qi had been consumed more than half, Shen Lang had no choice but to suddenly discover that there were more than a dozen figures on the loess **** not far in front.

Shen Lang's eyes lit up, no matter the three seven twenty one, he immediately ran towards the dozen figures.

"Who is here!"

The headed woman in a pink skirt noticed the movement behind and immediately turned around and shouted in surprise.

Shen Lang fleeing like a mad dog, he was overjoyed when he discovered that the dozen figures were actually the monks of the Meiling Race, and Fuer was among them.

"Miss Fuer, help!"

Shen Lang shouted in disregard of his image.

Although a bit embarrassing, he can't control that much.

"Don't be close here, otherwise you will die without a place to bury you!"

The girl in the pink skirt led by angrily scolded, offering a magic weapon of a flower basket, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Elder Tao Yaoer, that is Master Shen Lang, he is not an enemy, please help me!" Fuer hurriedly shouted to the girl in the pink skirt.

Shen Lang almost forgot that he was still in the process of transforming the monster butterfly, and immediately changed back to his original appearance, yelling: "It's me, I'm Shen Lang!"

"Miss Fuer, this person has nothing to do with our Meiling Clan. Are you sure you want to save him?" The girl in the pink skirt frowned, as if she didn't want to save Shen Lang.

"It may be okay now, maybe it will matter a lot in the future. Elder Tao Yaoer, I will explain to you after the matter, you quickly save Shen Lang!" Fu'er blushed and shouted anxiously.

"Ok."

The pink skirt girl reluctantly agreed, casting a lot of spiritual power into the flower basket magic weapon in her hand.

"Buzz!"

A large number of phantoms of pink petals flew out of the magic weapon of the flower basket, and the phantoms of petals all over the sky were pressed toward the evil spirit behind Shen Lang like ocean waves.

"Wow!!!"

Those gray evil spirits were hit by the sky full of pink petals, and they let out a scream.

I saw the petals phantom like sharp blades, shredding the body of the evil spirit.

Under the continuous attack of the girl in the pink skirt, the more than twenty evil spirits were quickly killed and turned into flying ashes.

The Meilings were originally a race that was good at divine and soul attacks, and the girls in pink skirts were also early Mahayana monks. It was not difficult to kill those evil spirits in one go.

Shen Lang let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I encountered the power of the Meiling Race, otherwise I would really capsize in the gutter.

"Thank you, senior, for your life-saving grace." Shen Lang stepped forward, respectfully holding his fist towards the girl in the pink skirt.

The girl in the pink skirt said with a cold expression: "Don't thank me, you should thank Fuer, she asked me to save you."

Shen Lang respectfully held his fist towards Fu'er again and said some words of thanks.

Fu'er shook her head, and said, "It's just a matter of raising your hand, Master Shen doesn't need to care."

Shen Lang embarrassed: "I wonder if Miss Fuer can let Shen go with you?"

"presumptuous!"

The girl in the pink skirt was furious, and said coldly: "This elder has saved your life very well. She even wanted to walk with us. Who do you think you are?"

Fu'erdai frowned, and yelled: "Elder Tao Yaoer, Master Shen is a good friend of Master Empress, you must not be rude!"

Tao Yaoer sighed and said distressed: "Miss Fuer calms down. Yaoer is only considering the overall situation. Bringing a monk who is not of his own race will inevitably cause some hidden dangers. Besides, this person is just a monk in the early stage of the fit. For us It is also a drag oil bottle, and it does not help us in the treasure hunt..."

When Shen Lang heard this, he felt uncomfortable. He clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Senior, Shen promises that he will not drag the Meiling Race, and Shen's purpose is not the same as the Meiling Race. He will not covet anything. Treasure! Shen will try his best to help Meilingzu along the way."

Fu'er also helped Shen Lang to speak, saying: "Yes, Elder Tao Yaoer, Shen Lang is very strong and will definitely help us."

"Fuer, he is a monk at the beginning of the fit, you still expect him to help us..."

Tao Yaoer shook her head and sighed with a helpless expression.

Compared with the various rumors of Shen Lang outside, Tao Yaoer believes that seeing is believing. Shen Lang was chased by so many evil spirits just now and even shouted at them for help. It really made Tao Yaoer hard to believe that this guy is a " Master".

The rumors about Shen Lang are mostly false.

The cultivators of other Meiling Clan also didn't believe that Shen Lang really had any strength.

"Forget it, since our Miss Fuer is talking about this, this elder allows you to join our Meiling Race team. But the ugly thing is in front, unless it is your own trophy, don't think about the treasure." Tao Yao Er glanced at Shen Lang and said blankly.

"it is good."

Shen Lang was a little upset with the feeling of being despised, but after all, he saved his life, so he still held his fist patiently.

Not long after, Meilingzu set off again.

Their destination is the same as Shen Lang, and it is also the golden palace to the east.

In the Meiling Clan team, there is only Tao Yaoer a Mahayana monk, and the rest are the peaks of fit, and most of them are women.

On the way, Fu'er took the initiative to step forward to Shen Lang and whispered: "Master Shen, Elder Tao Yaoer is a bit straight, don't be angry."

"No." Shen Lang shook his head.

"By the way, Master Shen, you just said that the purpose of coming to the Kyushu Secret Realm is different from ours. Didn't you come to the Kyushu Secret Realm to hunt for treasure?" Fuer asked curiously.