Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows. When Lu Dongbin's soul body had not been damaged ten thousand years ago, his strength must be far beyond the present, and it was not difficult to understand that he could defeat the young man in robes.

"Dare to ask Master, I don't know where Exile Yuan is?" Shen Lang tentatively asked.

Unexpectedly, the young man in cassock replied unabashedly: "The end of the Pure Land is Exile Yuan."

The sacred pupil of Shura on Shen Lang's eyebrows rose, and he peered into the ground at the end of the Pure Land. It did seem to be a twisted abyss. It was most likely the "exile abyss" mentioned by the robed youth.

On the right side of the abyss, there is a colorful spatial vortex, which seems to be the reincarnation tunnel of the Eighteen Hells.

The space behind the linden tree was completely blocked by a mysterious prohibition.

"In any case, I must go to the bottom of **** to find my righteous brother. I wonder if there is room for discussion on this matter?" Shen Lang gritted his teeth and asked.

The robed young man folded his hands together, and said calmly: "Amitabha, the poor monk is just a ray of remnant soul will in this pure land, and the instinct is to guard this pure land."

"If the donor does not have a token, please forgive the poor monk for not letting him go." The robed young man said in a deep voice.

Shen Lang frowned and asked, "I don't know what token is it?"

"Previously, the poor monk had clearly stated that Banishment Yuan is the sealed place of the reincarnation god, and the tokens are the remnants of the reincarnation god." The robed young man explained in a hurry.

As soon as he said this, Shen Lang's eyes lit up, and he turned his hand to offer the golden mini-Guangtian Palace, which was displayed in front of the young man in cassock.

"Master, I wonder if this reincarnation palace can be regarded as a token?" Shen Lang asked sternly.

The gaze of the young man in cassock fixed on the reincarnation palace in Shen Lang's hands. After a long time, he said slowly: "The donor turned out to be the chosen one... The poor monk has eyes and no beads, and the one who hopes to be chosen should not be blamed."

Shen Lang was shocked, and asked curiously: "Why did the master recognize the identity of the next at a glance?"

"In the past, Tianzun left a last word. In the future, there may be people who are chosen to visit the Pure Land with a token." The robed youth explained with a serious face.

Shen Lang was a bit speechless. If Ashura and Zhang Daoling could predict their actions, it would be fine. Even the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva knew that he would come here, and he, the Chosen One, had no privacy at all!

Regarding this point, Shen Lang was already numb, and he didn't bother to think about it again.

"Since the master knows the reincarnation palace in his hands, please ask the master to lift the restriction and let me enter the bottom of hell." Shen Lang said impatiently.

Unexpectedly, the young man in the robed robes refused directly: "Please forgive the poor monks and not let them go."

Shen Lang's expression suddenly changed: "Why? Isn't my reincarnation palace not worthy of being a token?"

"Not so, but in the last words of Tianzun, there is an order forbidding the Chosen to enter the prison, and the poor monk will be ordered to act." The robed young man said calmly.

When Shen Lang heard this, he felt incredible, and asked in amazement: "I don't know why the reincarnation **** wants to prevent me from moving?"

"The poor monk can't answer the donor, perhaps in this reincarnation of the heaven prison, there is a dead spirit who will inevitably harm the chosen one!" The robed youth said in a deep voice.

This explanation made Shen Lang unacceptable.

"The master had previously stated that he could let him go by holding the Reincarnation Heavenly Sovereign token, but now he suddenly found a reason to change his mind, so erratic, could it be that he was playing Shen?"

Shen Lang furiously asked with a gloomy expression.

The young man in robes said calmly: "The poor monk has no intention of playing with the donor. After all, the identity of the Chosen is extraordinary. I hope the donor will follow the warning of the Reincarnation God. Don't take one step forward!"

"Huh, I said earlier that I can't let it go, why waste my time? Since you have to stop me, then I have to see what your bald donkey is capable of!"

Shen Lang was furious, the Asura sacred pupil at the center of his eyebrows suddenly released the blood of raging waves, spreading towards the robed youth on the golden lotus platform with lightning speed.

"Amitabha!"

The young man in the robes folded his hands together and recited the Sanskrit sounds silently. A huge purple-gold dark dragon appeared behind him. Dark blue flames burned around the ghost dragon phantom, the hideous face was blurred, and the scarlet pupils were burning with blood flames, like blood-colored stars, and the palpitating dragon roar groaned in his mouth. Noble and majestic, imposing

Shocking!

"Roar!"

I saw Minglong Xuying let out a low groan, and opened his mouth to exhale a large sea of ​​blue fire, hitting the **** light.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The deafening roar and the sound of cracking resounded through the world, and the endless blood and the blue sea of ​​fire intertwined and collided, and the bursting energy produced rushed around the pure land.

The shocking scene appeared.

The flowers and plants in the Pure Land, and even the linden tree were all hit by the tyrannical energy, but these destructive forces did not cause any harm to the flowers and linden trees on the earth.

Not even a strand of grass root or a leaf was destroyed, which is incredible.

The pure land is transformed by the power of the Ksitigarbha's will. Unless the monk's magical attack is powerful enough to destroy the Ksitigarbha's will power, the pure land will not be destroyed by external forces.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sky of blood and dark blue flames raged intertwined, and the two magical powers were in a stalemate for a while.

Shen Lang didn't believe in this evil, so he immediately sacrificed the giant sickle of Yama, and slashed towards the young man in robes under the Bodhi tree.

Seeing that the giant sickle of Yama burst out with thousands of black lights, carrying the terrifying power to hit the forehead of the young man in the robed robes, the young man in the robed robes eagerly sacrificed a golden meditation stick, and blocked the giant sickle of Yama at the moment of his death. The cutting edge.

The zen rod burst out with golden glow of the strong sun, and shook the giant sickle of Yama forcibly.

The young man in the robes sat on the lotus platform intact, only his robes were blown by the strong wind.

Shen Lang's soul body quickly condensed the Mithril Saint Cloth, blocking the impact of the golden light.

"Angry Beast Crash!"

After retreating dozens of steps, Shen Lang summoned the angry beast demon without hesitation, and displayed his ultimate move.

He knew that there was not much chaotic spiritual power left in his body, and he could only win with a powerful magical attack in a very short time.

"Buzz!"

The horns on the top of the angry beast's head released dazzling starlight, and the whole body lifted up golden light, and with the momentum of shaking the sky, it slammed into the young man in robes on the golden lotus platform!

Seeing the angry beast rammed, the young man in the robes set up the golden Zen stick in his hand, trying to withstand the impact.

"boom!!!"

With a loud noise, the young man in robes was finally knocked out of the lotus platform.

He put up the golden Zen stick in his hand, firmly resisted the star-like horns of the angry beast, and retreated several thousand meters.

Although the young man in the robes was intact, he also felt the pressure brought by the angry beast, and his brows showed a solemn look.

"Blood eyes tear the sky!"

The Asura sacred pupil at the center of Shen Lang's eyebrows exhausted twelve points of power to release infinite blood, trying to cover the flames spit out by the dragon.

"The angry beast breathes!" 　　 At the same moment, the angry beast who was competing with the young man in the robed roar made an angry roar, the horns of light skyrocketed, releasing a waterfall-like golden light, almost facing the young man in the robed roar. , Do not give the other party a chance to breathe.