Godly Dragon Guard

"This girl was indeed the prisoner, but now... the son said yes, that's it." The blood skirt girl looked at Shen Lang intently and said with a smile.

Shen Lang frowned and asked, "What do you say? Could it be that girl, you are not the puppet guarding this reincarnation tunnel?"

No matter how the other prisoners looked like normal monks, they were still more or less dull and mechanical, and their intelligence was low.

And the girl in the blood skirt not only answered fluently, but also gave people a sense of icy intelligence. As soon as these words came out, the girl in the blood skirt smiled and said: "The son is really smart. At a glance, I can see that the little girl is not one of those nasty puppets. To be precise, the little girl is a **** epiphany in the'Pure Land', because of her reincarnation. Tianzun’s hint of aspiration,

Then he cultivated into a physical body. "

"In the past, the little girl voluntarily guarded the seventeenth prison in order to repay the heavenly honor. But since the fall of the heavenly honor, the role of the little woman has ended. Although she retains the name of the prisoner, she does not need to perform the duties of the prisoner. "

The blood skirt girl added and explained.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows, and he didn't expect that there was a Wood Spirit Clan in Huangquan Hell.

"Since the girl said so, it's not the enemy of Xia Xia. There is one thing I want to ask Xia Xia girl about." Shen Lang respectfully clasped his fists.

Since the girl in the blood skirt claimed to be the flesh of the Hell Spirit Flower, she must know that she also knew Bi An Hua very well, and Shen Lang wanted to ask the information of the Bi An Hua from the mouth of the blood skirt girl.

The corner of the blood skirt girl's mouth was bent into a nice arc, and she smiled softly: "Of course, I don't know what the son would like to ask?"

"Have the girl ever seen this kind of other shore flower?"

The spiritual light surging in Shen Lang's palm gradually condensed the phantom of a flower from the other side.

The Huangquan Hell that he entered in the state of soul, failed to bring the other side flower left by Su Ruoxue, and now he can only use the chaotic spiritual power as a guide to display the "shape-making" technique, which probably restores the shape of the other side flower And breath.

Shen Lang tried his best to restore the phantom of the other shore flower, with dots of blood on the surface, mixed with traces of blood, gorgeous and strange.

Although it is impossible to fully imitate the breath of the previous other shore flower, it is at least somewhat similar.

Shen Lang "created" the other side flower with his chaotic spiritual power and handed it to the girl in the blood skirt, and asked: "Have the girl ever seen this other side flower in hell?"

The girl in the blood skirt glanced with interest, and then showed a look of surprise: "The little girl in the eighteenth **** has all seen the other side flower, but I have never seen this kind of appearance of the other side flower!"

The Phantom Flower Phantom created by Shen Lang aroused her interest for a while.

"This kind of other shore flower is really unheard of for the little girl, I don't know where the son found this kind of other shore flower?" the blood skirt girl asked back.

Shen Lang did not want to disclose Su Ruoxue's information too much, and only perfunctorily said: "It's just a gift from a friend."

"By the way, can the girl tell me where are the flowers from the other side of hell?" Shen Lang changed the subject and asked sternly.

The girl in the blood skirt explained: "The other side flower is a special spiritual flower that can only be found in the eighteenth level of hell. It is generally found only at the bottom of the hell. The other side flower in my garden is picked from the eighteenth level of hell."

When these words came out, Shen Lang suddenly had a thought in his mind and asked: "It is said that there are other areas at the bottom of the eighteenth floor of hell. I wonder if there are other other shore flowers at the bottom of the eighteenth floor of hell?"

"This..." The girl in the blood skirt frowned: "The bottom of the eighteen layers of **** is the absolute forbidden land of Huangquan Hell. Historically, except for the reincarnation gods, no monk can step into this place, even the first generation palace master of your hell. The same is true, the little girl

Know if there are any other flowers there. "　　" But, Higan flowers generally grow at the end of a boundary. Compared with the eighteenth hell, the bottom of the eighteenth **** should be closer to the end of the interface. Since the former grows hibiscus, the latter is more likely to grow logically

With flowers from the other side. "The blood skirt girl analyzed and guessed.

"Thank you girl for letting me know, it was a great help."

Shen Lang respectfully hugged his fist and thanked him.

In this way, he must go to the bottom of the eighteenth hell.

"You don't have to be polite, son."

The girl in the blood skirt smiled slightly.

"Then Shen will leave!"

After all, Shen Lang is about to fly out of this sea of ​​flowers and enter the reincarnation tunnel in the valley.

The girl in the blood skirt frowned, and immediately raised a blood-colored petal, blocking Shen Lang's path, pursing her small mouth and said, "Master, don't rush away!"

Seeing that the space around him was wrapped in blood-colored petals, Shen Lang hurriedly explained: "There are still urgent matters that need to be dealt with. I must leave. I hope the girl will let him go.

"Huh, the son left after asking the question. Isn't it too unkind?"

The blood skirt girl hummed lightly, her expression very dissatisfied.

"After I finish dealing with the emergency, I will come back and thank the girl in person!"

Shen Lang clasped his fists and said. The girl in the blood skirt lightly stepped forward and stopped in front of Shen Lang, sighing quietly: "How does the little girl know if the son will come back after he leaves? Besides, the eighteenth **** is not so easy to break through, based on the son's cultivation. , The probability of coming back alive

It's not high. "

Although Shen Lang's spirit power reached the level of Luo Tianshang's late stage, his own cultivation was only in the middle of Luo Tianshang's stage.

"The son, instead of committing danger with his own body, why not stay in this prison and accompany the little girl to resolve loneliness?" The slender hand of the girl in the blood skirt gently pressed the mithril holy garment on Shen Lang's chest, exhaling like a blue, and said with that gesture. Not tempting.

She has been in **** for so long, but everyone she meets is a group of crooked melons and jujubes. Although Shen Lang's appearance is not particularly beautiful, it is also considered handsome, and the deep and fierce temperament released from her body makes She was extremely fascinated.

Ten thousand years ago, a famous living came here, but the other party's cultivation base reached the Da Luo Jinxian, and the girl in the blood skirt did not dare to show up. Now that there is such a great opportunity, the girl in the blood skirt said that she didn't want to let Shen Lang go.

Seeing the girl in the blood skirt behaved so boldly, Shen Lang jumped his eyelids and hurriedly backed up two steps, frowning and said: "The girl is talking and laughing. There is an important thing to go to the eighteenth hell. I hope the girl will let it go!"

"Hmph, this girl has been bored here for more than a billion years since the gate of **** was closed. If I stay here, I'm afraid I will die here. Now it's hard to come across such a handsome monk like the son, how can this girl? Can you let you go?"

The girl in the blood skirt was full of resentment, and the evil charm sneered: "Let this girl capture you first, and then come and train!"

As soon as the voice fell, the slender hands of the girl in the blood skirt suddenly burst into blood, and **** thorns poured out from the blood, like a net of heaven and earth, swallowing towards Shen Lang.

"Blood eyes tearing the sky!" Shen Lang was immediately alert to the threat, and the **** eyes were torn the sky between the sparks and flints, and the sacred Shura pupil at the center of his eyebrows spewed out the thick blood that covered the sky and the sun, and hit the waves like the ocean. As dense as the scarlet thorns.