Godly Dragon Guard

Xize Realm is a continent in the western part of the ancient spirit realm. The area is extremely vast, even much larger than the Great Wasteland.

The cultivation power here is quite prosperous, although not as strong as the Asura Forest, it is not worse than the Middle Earth.

The Kunpeng tribe, ranked third among the hundred races in the ancient spirit world, and the fourth-ranked Jiuying tribe, are both within the territory of Xize, but these two great tribes are rarely known.

It is worth mentioning that Jiuying is an ancient behemoth and one of the top true spirits, bloodthirsty and brutal, extremely powerful. The demon cultivation of the Jiuying tribe is extremely xenophobic, and the people of the tribe don’t like going out, so the Jiuying tribe is rarely known in other continents.

The Jiuying tribe land is west of Xize Realm, occupying nearly half of Xize Realm. The Kunpeng clan land is relatively small, the clan land is in the eastern part of Xize, near the sea of ​​Tianyun.

In addition to these two big clans, there are nearly 10,000 races in Xize Realm, but most of them are attached to the Jiuying tribe.

The Kunpeng clan is even more exotic. All information and records about the Kunpeng clan can only be seen from ancient books.

Because the Kunpeng clan is an extremely hidden race, to what extent...Almost every Kunpeng clan demon cultivator stays in the clan lands from life to death and never goes out!

Therefore, the ancient spirit world hardly heard any rumors of Kunpeng tribe monks, and there has never been a situation where Kunpeng tribe monks appeared in the ancient spirit world.

It is said that the Kunpeng tribe’s clan is hidden somewhere in the eastern part of Xize Realm. The entire tribe is extremely closed, and there is no entrance. No monk can enter the Kunpeng tribe!

After Shen Lang and Xiao Rou came to the eastern part of Xize Realm, they couldn't find one or two Kunpeng monks to lead the way. Almost no monks knew the specific location of the Kunpeng clan.

After asking several high-ranking monks on the way, Shen Lang didn't ask why.

"It's weird, why don't even the local monks in Xize Realm know where the Kunpeng clan is?"

Shen Lang was depressed, he even doubted whether the Kunpeng tribe was a race in the ancient spirit world.

"My son, the Kunpeng clan is indeed very mysterious. Xiaorou was in the Tianhu clan before and had never heard of any rumors of the Kunpeng clan. Should we go to the nearby chamber of commerce and ask? There should be a lot of information there." Xiao Juu suggested.

"it is good."

Shen Lang nodded slightly, immediately displayed the red star pupil, observed the surroundings, and planned to find a large chamber of commerce to ask for the news.

It just so happened that with the eyes of the red star pupil, Shen Lang discovered that a treasure car suddenly flew from the horizon a million miles away, which immediately attracted his attention.

The treasure car is like a magnificent open-air attic, like a pile of jade, inlaid with all kinds of spar beads and jade, and the front of the car is carved with dragons and phoenixes, which is ingenious.

In the treasure car, there are four Mahayana demon repairs drinking and having fun, talking and laughing. Below there are several dancers in delicate and gorgeous clothes, singing, dancing and playing music.

A demon headed by self-cultivation wore a golden robe, was born with a triangle shape, and a trace of white electric arc lingered all over his body. Even after transformation, his appearance was very unique. This demon actually has the cultivation base of Mahayana pinnacle!

The other three monsters were dressed in silver robes, with double horns, and strange electric arcs appeared on their bodies. The three demons all have powerful cultivation bases in the late Mahayana.

"Lei Jing family?"

Shen Lang was surprised secretly in his heart. He could feel that the breath of the four demon cultivators was quite similar to that of the Lei Jing, but they were much weaker than the real Lei Jing. He was judged to be the demon cultivator of the Lei Jing clan.

Isn't the Lei Jing family in Baihuazhou, why did they come to Xize? And there are still four demon cultivators with such a high cultivation base.

Shen Lang was quite curious.

The southern part of Xizawa borders Baihuazhou. Since the opponent is a master of the Lei Jing clan, he might know some news about the Kunpeng clan, so Shen Lang decided to go forward and ask.

"Xianfeng Escape!"

Shen Lang let out a soft drink, and a cyan storm suddenly enveloped his body.

As soon as the cyan storm appeared, the surrounding space was severely torn and distorted.

Xianfeng Dun is the natural magic escape method of the ancient Fenghou beast. With this escape technique, Shen Lang can perform multiple "space jumps" in a row, greatly increasing the speed of his journey.

Shen Lang flew forward quickly, and the cyan storm enveloped him shredded the space in front of him and began to jump in space.

Space jumping is the same as continuous space teleportation, which can jump from one space to another in a very short time.

In less than ten seconds, Shen Lang had already appeared a million miles away, breaking through the space, and suddenly came to the front of the treasure car.

The Jinpao Demon Xiu who was drinking in the treasure car was immediately alert, sharp eyes pierced Shen Lang who appeared suddenly, and shouted, "Who is it!"

The eyes of the other three silver-robed demon cultivators also gathered on Shen Lang one after another. They were surprised at first, and then they showed contempt.

I thought that some monk was here, it turned out to be just a **** in the middle Mahayana human race.

"Under Shen Lang, I took the liberty to disturb the four fellow daoists. Shen passed by here and wanted to ask you some news." Shen Lang clasped his fists and said in a deep voice.

"The mere **** of the human race, dare to stop our car? It's really reckless! Boy, before we get angry, get out!"

One of the silver-robed demon repairers shook his hand with a look of disdain.

Shen Lang's expression turned gloomy in an instant, could the monks of the human race be so unbearable in the eyes of these guys?

"You don't have to refuse people thousands of miles away like this? Shen just wants to inquire about some news. If fellow daoists are willing to provide information, Shen will definitely pay some compensation." Shen Lang said in a deep voice.

"Remuneration, it's really funny! We are the powerful Thunder Jing clan, would you be scarce of the remuneration for waste of your human race?"

"Boy, go back to your human race, don't be embarrassed here!"

The three silver-robed demon repairs laughed, and their words were full of sarcasm and derogation.

Hearing the ear-piercing laughter of the three silver-robed demon repairers, Shen Lang burst into an unnamed rage in his heart, and said angrily: "Hahaha, I don't know if you can deny your ancestors."

"Nine Blood Spirits!"

Shen Lang's eyes were like electricity, and he immediately displayed the nine changes of bleeding spirit, and the lightning pattern on his left arm rose sharply.

The violent white electric arc soared into the sky like ocean waves. Shen Lang was bathed in the white thunder and turned into a snow-white body with five triangle tails and a true spirit of thunder in the purple sky and white thunder!

"Roar!!!"

The Lei Jing roared up to the sky, and the waves of purple and white thunder rushed out of his body. The terrifying pressure swallowed the mountains and rivers, the sky was broken, and the blood spurted uncontrollably, and the breath was terrifying!

"Old... ancestor?"

The three silver-robed demon Xiu in the treasure car who had laughed at Shen Lang just now was shocked, their laughter stopped abruptly, the wine glasses in their hands shook off, and their faces looked terrified.

Even the golden robe demon repair headed by him was shocked.

The three silver-robed demon cultivators instantly thought that Shen Lang was changed by the ancestors. The thunder spirit after Shen Lang's transformation could not be disguised by the supernatural power of change.

Shen Lang felt relieved and sneered: "Very well, good grandchildren."