Godly Dragon Guard

"Thank you, Master for reminding!"

The little soft eyes lighted up and immediately picked up Shen Lang and flew towards the Sanbao Temple below with the fastest escape speed.

The Sanbao Temple is still shrouded in the protective mountain array, but Xiao Rou can release the banned Nine Yuan Xuanguang and pass through the severely damaged mountain protective array without a problem.

It is precisely considering that Xiaorou's body is a nine-tailed celestial fox, so the Kutuo monk asked her to do this.

Xiao Rou tore open a gap in the mountain protection formation with a nine-yuan Xuanguang, and rushed into the Sanbao Temple.

After that, she came to the cave behind the thatched cottage on the back mountain of Sanbao Temple for the first time using the space teleportation technique.

The entrance of the cave was blocked by an extremely powerful Buddhist gate.

"Nine Yuan Xuanguang!"

Xiao Rou bit her silver teeth and struck towards the entrance of the cave with all her strength.

"Boom boom boom!"

A burst of roaring explosions sounded, and the Buddha light barrier that emerged from the entrance of the cave trembled more and more, but it was not broken by the Jiuyuan Xuanguang.

Xiao Rou knows that time waits for no one. If it takes one more second, Shen Lang might die within that second.

She spewed a large mouthful of essence and blood, and did not hesitate to expend a large amount of essence and blood to release the more powerful Nine Yuan Xuanguang.

This time, Jiu Yuan Xuanguang finally opened a small gap through the prohibition.

Xiaorou hugged Shen Lang and rushed into the gap between the sparks and flint.

After continuously consuming the power of essence and blood to lift several Buddhist gates in the cave, Xiao Rou finally brought Shen Lang to the sapphire stone platform in the cave.

The three thousand colored glaze lamps still released a brilliant glow, dazzling.

Xiao Rou took off the three thousand glass cups on the stone platform, feeling extremely nervous.

She had been in Shen Lang's bag of spirit beasts before, knowing that if the three thousand colored glaze lamps failed to recognize the master, the colored glaze in the lamp will kill the person who recognized the master.

In case Shen Lang couldn't let Three Thousand Liuli Lamps recognize the Lord, wouldn't he be the Shen Lang who killed him?

Xiaorou felt tangled for a moment, and decided to act according to what the Sutra monk said.

No matter how hesitated, Shen Lang will definitely die. It's better to fight for luck. If the son can make these three thousand colored glaze lamps recognize the master, the son will be saved!

Xiao Rou wrapped the blood gushing out of Shen Lang's body with spiritual power and sent it into the three thousand glazed cups.

"Buzz!"

When the three thousand colored glaze cups were filled with a certain amount of blood, they suddenly released a dazzling light of blood, illuminating the entire cave.

The three thousand colored glaze cups that released dazzling blood rushed into Shen Lang's body in an instant.

At the next moment, Shen Lang's body started to burn with a large amount of pale flame, which was Liuli Jinghuo.

"Oops!"

Xiaorou was taken aback. He heard that only when the master failed to recognize the master, the colored glaze purifying fire would gush out from these three thousand colored glaze cups and burn the monk's spirit.

Could it be that the recognition of the Lord failed?

But soon, Xiao Rou was relieved.

It seemed that it was not a failure to recognize the Lord, those Liuli Jinghuo did not burn Shen Lang's soul.

After seeing that Liuli Jinghuo burned in Shen Lang's body for a while, the black arc surging in the blood hole in Shen Lang's chest and abdomen weakened a lot, and the original extremely weak vitality was slightly strengthened.

"Great!"

Little soft eyes gleamed, and she stood beside Shen Lang, not daring to take a breath for fear of affecting Shen Lang's recovery.

Liuli Jinghuo burned for half an hour, and most of the black arc in Shen Lang's body was eliminated. Sheng Yang's war energy began to surge in his flesh, and the blood hole in the hollowed chest and abdomen grew heart-born granulation.

After another half hour, Shen Lang was surrounded by a pure white streamer, and the flesh and blood in his chest and abdomen had completely recovered. Although his breath was weak, he had recovered and stabilized.

A white glass lamp pattern condensed on the back of Shen Lang's left hand, glowing with a colorful halo.

Three thousand colored glass cups really recognized the Lord!

Xiaorou was surprised. Shen Lang's physical body seemed to be recovering, but he was still in a coma, and there seemed to be no tendency to wake up at all.

"My son, how do you feel, my son? Wake up!" Xiao Rou couldn't help rubbing Shen Lang's body.

Shen Lang was still unconscious.

Xiao Rou was very puzzled. Normally speaking, after Shen Lang's injury recovered to this degree, he would usually wake up by himself.

"No, the son shouldn't have been traumatized by the soul, right?"

Xiaorouqiao's face turned pale for a while, and she hurriedly looked inwardly at Shen Lang's body, observing Shen Lang's spirit state.

Sure enough, Xiao Rouxin sank to the bottom, and she was shocked to find a black arc surging in Shen Lang's soul.

Just now, the seven-foot nail head not only caused physical damage to Shen Lang, but also Shen Lang's soul.

Those black arcs attached to the surface of Shen Lang's spirit like a curse, leaving Shen Lang in a coma forever.

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On the other side, the sky over Sanbao Temple.

The Kutuo monk continued to maintain the operation of the eighteen bronze human formations. Due to the excessive consumption of the vitality of the body, the Kutuo monk was condensed with sweat beads all over his body, and his breath was greatly weakened.

"Old bald donkey, I think it's been a few years since your birthday, and you have consumed so much luck to seal me, you are really stupid!" The ghost fairy ghost in the Eighteen Bronze array laughed grinningly.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. What can Lao Na do if he can stop you from continuing to kill?"

The Kutuo monk folded his hands together and said lightly.

"Hehe, old bald donkey, then let's see, who can beat who!"

Guixian Xuying sneered again and again, he calculated that at most one or two hours later, this old bald donkey would run out of vitality and die.

However, people are not as good as heaven.

At this moment, a lightning vortex suddenly appeared above Sanbao Temple.

The next moment, an elderly man in Dao-robed robe walked out of the whirlpool, with white eyebrows and long hair, and a fairy-style bone.

The old man in the robes wears a purple crown on his head and carries two swords on his back. He is deep and mysterious, giving people an indescribable sense of awe.

Immediately afterwards, Shenxiu walked out of the whirlpool, and saw the Kutuo monk cast an eighteen bronze formation to seal the evil demon, and she was shocked.

Of course he knew that the Eighteen Bronze Array would continue to consume Master’s vitality! My master is taking his life to seal this evil demon!

"Senior Lingxu, I beg you to help my teacher!" Shenxiu knelt down and hurriedly asked.

"As it should be."

The old man in the Taoist robe fixed his eyes on the Kutuo monk, and said, "Friend Kutuo, the poor Tao is too late!"

The old man in this robed robe is the fourth-ranked Tianxu Master of the Human Race's 72 Immortal Gates, and a spiritual Taoist.

Lingxu Taoist is also one of the five sage monarchs of the human race. His cultivation is at the peak of the Mahayana, and his strength is extremely powerful.

"Amitabha Buddha, thanks to fellow Lingxu for coming to help!"

The Kutuo monk puts his hands together, his eyes lightened.

"Daoist Kutuo, you consume too much, quickly withdraw, let the poor Dao deal with this evil demon!" Lingxu Taoist figure flashed, came to the Kutuo monk, patted his shoulder.

"This evil monster is too powerful. If Lao Na rushes out of the battle, I'm afraid it will be even more dangerous! Lingxu Daoist fellow may wish to wait for other Daoists to come here, and when the combat strength is sufficient, we can deal with this evil demon!" The old Kutuo monk said solemnly. .

"Oh? This thing is so powerful?"

Taoist Lingxu frowned.

"Old bald donkey, you actually called a helper? Humph, no matter how much waste there is, I can't think about it!"

Trapped in a seven-foot nailhead in the Eighteen Bronze Array, his tone was extremely dark.

"Hahaha, isn't it? I want to see which evil spirit dares to be so rampant in my human race!"

There was a wild laugh from the world.

In the midair not far away, a sharp red light suddenly appeared, dazzling like a scorching sun.

A burly old man wearing black armor and a huge stone on his shoulder suddenly rushed out of the glaring red light. The old man is extremely strong, his face covered with scars, his eyes are as red as blood, and his whole body is utterly shocking!