Godly Dragon Guard

"Night girl, stay here to help me cast spells."

The ancestor of Styx turned his eyes to Feiye.

"Great."

Fei Ye understood it, and nodded slightly.

Afterwards, the Styx Teacher Ancestor rolled up a blood-colored light curtain covering most of the sky.

Seeing this, the ancestor of the Styx seemed reluctant to be peeped into the casting process.

Shen Lang didn't bother the ancestor of the Styx River to cast the spell, the whole person turned into a golden light, and he came to the Yuanling Holy Ark at the entrance of the mountains and joined the crowd.

Seeing Shen Lang's safe return, Xiao Ruan and Murong Mingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Lang explained some matters to everyone, and said: "Shen may stay in the Northern Underworld for a while. During this time, everyone may wish to do some repairs here."

The cultivators on the Yuanling Sacred Ark naturally had no objections. Many of them were unhealed and needed a good rest period.

"Senior fellow daoists, please!"

The three female demons politely invited everyone into the Temple of the Goddess.

With Shen Lang's leadership this time, Duan Lei, Nine Poison God Sovereign and others did not refuse, and followed the three female demons into the Goddess Hall.

The Temple of the Goddess was destroyed in the last war. The whole hall was full of cracks. Before it could be completely repaired, it looked quite tragic.

The monks who followed Shen Lang had also seen big scenes and didn't pay much attention to these things.

The Temple of the Goddess is much more spacious than imagined, and there is even a large hall underground. There are hundreds of various side halls alone, which can be regarded as a superior environment.

The cultivators' hearts that had been tight these days also relaxed a little, and they stayed in the Goddess Hall to recover from their injuries.

The three female demons specially arranged the best practice room for Shen Lang.

Shen Lang and Xiao Ruan Murong Mingyue accompany a little while.

"Sorry Xiaorou, Mingyue, there are too many things during this time, and there is no way to accompany you well." Shen Lang said apologetically.

"My son, don't say that. You are entangled with affairs and can talk to Xiao Rou. Xiao Rou is already satisfied." The corner of Xiao Rou's mouth curled and she nestled in Shen Lang's arms.

Murong Mingyue smiled lightly: "My son, you are the chosen one. One day you will stand at the apex of this world and enjoy the endless years. At that time, it will not be too late for you to accompany Mingyue well."

"Yes, yes, Xiao Rou is also willing to wait until that day."

Xiao Rou blinked, feeling that Murong Mingyue's words made sense.

Shen Lang was a little dumbfounded: "Are you really so confident in me?"

"Of course! Mingyue's eyes look very accurate."

Murong Mingyue winked and frivolous, hiding his face and chuckles.

This sentence is not a compliment, Murong Mingyue has a strong hunch in her heart that Shen Lang can really become the most powerful monk in this world!

Whenever she thinks of this, she will always be secretly happy, and an indescribable sense of pride develops in her heart, precisely because Shen Lang is her man.

Seeing Murong Mingyue's eyes glaring like silk, and the gentleness in her arms as gentle as water, Shen Lang's heart was a little shaken for a while, it was difficult to hold himself, and simply indulged.

Shen Lang took the initiative to put his arms around the willow waists of the two women and kissed their white and delicate skin.

Xiao Ruan Murong Mingyue is also the kind of personality that burns at once, and he does not hesitate to try intimacy, and even can't wait to undress Shen Lang.

Soon, the clothes in the training room were scattered, and the garden was full of spring, lingering and troubled.

After the storm, Shen Lang reluctantly sent away the two daughters Murong Mingyue and Xiaorou.

Watching the two women walking unsteadily, Bingxue, who was guarding the training room, immediately glanced at Shen Lang with contempt, and whispered coldly, "Beasts!"

"Bingxue, do you have anything to say?"

Shen Lang turned his eyes to Bingxue and asked solemnly.

"Huh, I have nothing to say!"

Bingxue's pretty face was cold and embarrassed, and hummed: "I just want to remind the son that in the future, when doing certain intimate things, it is best to be concealed. Don't let people hear so clearly from far away. "

The sound from the cultivation room just now was heard clearly by the ice and snow outside the door, and it lasted for several hours. The ice and snow was about to collapse, and she didn't know how she got over it.

Shen Lang is like a tireless beast, and Murong Mingyue and Xiaorou who look like Xiaojiabiyu are also wild and unruly, subverting the imagination of ice and snow.

After all, Bingxue was just an unmanned woman. Today's incident created a certain degree of psychological shadow on her and broke her beautiful illusion of love between men and women.

Hearing what Bingxue said, Shen Lang's expression was a bit embarrassed, and he almost forgot that the Temple of the Goddess was badly damaged and soundproofing was not good.

"Ahem, sorry Bingxue, I will pay attention next time!"

After a cough, Shen Lang sneaked into the training room.

Bingxue rubbed her head helplessly, and it took a while before she came back. She only felt that men in this world were really not good things.

...

Back in the training room, Shen Lang set up a ban on soundproofing and isolation of spiritual detection.

After adjusting his emotions, Shen Lang took out a treasure box from the storage ring.

The moment the treasure box was opened, the dazzling nine-color Buddha light overflowed in the treasure box, instantly flooding the entire training room, exuding indescribable energy fluctuations, solemn and holy, as clear as glass.

The thing that released the Buddha's light in the room was a golden orb the size of an egg in the treasure box. This orb is the Buddha's relic left by the ancient Buddha.

Shen Lang took out the Buddha's relic and held it in his hand.

A hot current surged through his body, making Shen Lang feel warm and peaceful.

Under the shower of Buddha's light, Shen Lang felt that all the distracting thoughts, evil thoughts, and desires in his heart had been eliminated, and he had reached a state of emptiness.

That is to say, in this emptiness, Shen Lang felt that the Buddha's relic contained an indescribable power of aspiration. The golden dragon tattoo on his back broke out and turned into the phantom of Venerable Jianglong!

The phantom figure of Venerable Jianglong, who is stepping on the golden dragon, is prostrate, kneeling down, and seems to be surrendered to the strength of the wish released by the Buddha's relic.

Feeling the strength of the aspiration in the Buddha's relic, Shen Lang felt that he could not swallow it directly. He must use other means to guide the aspiration in the Buddha's relic, and then make the body absorb this aspiration.

Shen Lang tried to release his spiritual thoughts and soul power to penetrate the Buddha's relic, trying to see if he could absorb the Buddha's light and aspiration power in the Buddha's relic.

"Buzzing!"

Sure enough, the Buddha's relic was slightly touched, releasing a more intense nine-color Buddha light.

But this reaction was not enough. Shen Lang simply did not stop doing two things, trying to communicate with the Buddha's relic in a way of getting out of his body.

Shen Lang held his breath, and the golden light of his whole body rose sharply, causing the soul body to gradually break away from the physical body.

The soul body, which was exactly the same as the deity's outline, split from Shen Lang's body, and slowly got into the Buddha's relic of the radiant Buddha.