Godly Dragon Guard

Xiaotian crystal is almost the most powerful crystal in this world. Its spiritual power content is a million times higher than that in ordinary Five Elements spiritual crystals!

Just when Shen Lang inhaled just now, 50% more spiritual power was instantly replenished in his dantian.

Shen Lang's cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and his dantian cannot digest so much spiritual power, at least let it disperse.

If the magic power is exhausted during the fight, just take this small sky crystal and suck it in... A monk with Shen Lang's level of cultivation can instantly replenish the consumed magic power.

Similarly, the effect of practicing with small sky crystals is also very amazing.

Small sky crystals are actually currency, but because they are very high-end, they are only circulated in the hands of monks above the Nascent Soul stage.

A small sky crystal is worth 10 million Five Elements Spiritual Crystals, 100 million Five Elements Spiritual Stones!

This thing was so precious that Shen Lang would waste it now, so he carefully put it into a jade box.

The loot was almost counted, which really made Shen Lang very happy.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

Now, Shen Lang only needs to wait for the war to end, and then find a place with enough spiritual energy of the five elements to start forming elixirs.

After putting all the loot into his storage ring, Shen Lang found a group of people coming outside the cave entrance of the mountain stream.

"Master Immortal, excuse me." The village chief's shout sounded outside the cave entrance.

Shen Lang flashed and came to the entrance of the cave.

The village chief stood at the front, flanked by two strong men carrying bamboo baskets filled with food, wine and meat. Several young girls stood behind him. The girls all had red faces and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Shen Lang's face.

"What's the matter?" Shen Lang asked calmly.

"Master Immortal, I asked someone to bring some good wine and food. There are also these eighteen-year-old girls to serve the Immortal Master." The village chief said with a smile.

"No need, I don't like to be disturbed." Shen Lang waved his hand and refused.

The village chief came forward with a flattering expression on his face and bowed: "Master Immortal, these women are the most beautiful girls in the nearby villages. The little old man guarantees that they are all virgins and very sensible. I guarantee that they will be able to Please serve the Immortal Master well."

Shen Lang glanced at the girls. Their appearance and figure were pretty good. Several girls who lowered their heads also raised their heads slightly, looking at Shen Lang with a hint of charm in their eyes, but they did not dare to be too presumptuous.

"No, let's all go, take the food with you, and don't come to me again." Shen Lang waved his sleeves.

When several girls saw Shen Lang refusing so simply, there was a hint of resentment and disappointment in their eyes.

"This...if the Immortal Master is not satisfied, will the little old man get some more beautiful ones?" The village chief said hurriedly, still unwilling to give in.

The reason why several pretty girls were sent was that the village chief actually had a plan in mind. He wanted these girls to have a relationship with Shen Lang and get pregnant with children.

The theory of blood has existed in the world of cultivation since ancient times. Not only monks know about it, but even mortals understand it.

The offspring of those powerful immortal masters have a high probability of inheriting spiritual roots of the same quality. Therefore, for the general powerful immortal cultivator, the descendants of the descendants will not be inferior in qualifications and talents, and it is precisely for this reason.

There were monks in their village in history, but their cultivation level was very low, but their strength was much stronger than ordinary people, and they could even hunt some sea beasts, allowing the village to have food and clothing all year round, benefiting the villagers.

The village chief wanted one or two more monks to appear in the village, so he sent a woman to serve Shen Lang, hoping to conceive one or two of the immortal master's children.

"I know your plans very well. I don't want to repeat it a second time!" Shen Lang said impatiently.

How could Shen Lang, who had this little thought in the village chief's mind, not think that he wanted him to have a relationship with a strange woman and have another child? It's simply ridiculous. How could Shen Lang agree?

Seeing the look of disgust on Shen Lang's face, the village chief was startled and hurriedly kowtowed to apologize: "I didn't mean to offend you, please forgive me!"

"Hmph, remember not to bother me again. After I live in this cave for a few months, I will leave on my own and will not disturb your lives. You should also not tell anyone about me." Shen Lang said coldly.

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The strong man from the village chief and several girls kowtowed in response, sweating all over their bodies.

Shen Lang waved his sleeves, ignored him, and returned to the cave.

The village chief and the others quickly left, not daring to disturb Shen Lang again.

Since his cultivation level has gotten higher and higher, Shen Lang has gradually developed an arrogant temperament when facing some weak people. This is not because he likes to show off, but his world is very different from the world of mortals.

Of course, Shen Lang would not bully ordinary people, but he was not as enthusiastic as before.

Shen Lang returned to the jade bed in the cave and had nothing to do, so he simply browsed through the jade slips and books among the trophies.

Until midnight.

It was dark all around the mountain stream and woods, and the moon was bright in the sky.

"Ho ho ho!"

A low and strange roar suddenly came from the mountain stream.

"What's the sound?" Shen Lang put down the jade slip in his hand and walked out of the jade bed, his face slightly surprised.

"Ho ho ho!"

Another low roar came.

The sound was very weak, but Shen Lang could vaguely hear it with his sharp ears. It should have come from deep in the mountains.

I heard from the villagers that there are two foundation-building monks in retreat on the island. Could it be the screams made by their spiritual beasts?

The roar was intermittent and very low and hoarse, which made people's hair stand on end.

Spiritual beasts can't make such a sound. The sound sounds a bit like a monster.

Shen Lang was really curious, so he simply walked out of the cave and flew towards the source of the sound to see what was making the sound.

When Shen Lang came to the deserted island before, he saw two spiritual power fluctuation restrictions above the island.

Moreover, the two forbidden areas are only a few hundred meters apart. Shen Lang had previously guessed that the two foundation-building monks should know each other, which is why their caves were so close.

That hoarse and low voice seemed to come from those two restrictions.

Shen Lang flew to a valley in the center of the island. There were large stone walls on the left and right sides of the valley, with a simple restriction placed on them.

In fact, the layout on both sides is relatively crude. Judging from the techniques, they should be made by foundation-building monks who are proficient in formations.

Ordinary people and monks in the Qi refining stage may not be able to detect the clues, but Shen Lang can see it at a glance. After all, he has been practicing the art of formations and has a vicious vision.

Shen Lang briefly observed the terrain and guessed that there should be hollow caves in the forbidden stone walls on both sides.

The restriction blocked his spiritual consciousness, and Shen Lang was unable to explore the internal situation.

"Two fellow Taoists, I'm temporarily staying in a cave not far from this mountain. I occasionally heard a strange cry, which disturbed my rest. May I ask if it was the sound coming from the spirit beasts of these two fellow Taoists?" Shen Lang shouted. There was a sound.

However there was no response.

"Ho ho ho!"

There was only the low, hoarse roar coming from the stone wall.

Shen Lang frowned. If he was a foundation-building monk, he should have heard his voice. Was there no one inside? (To be continued)