Godly Dragon Guard

Duanmu Bai's forehead had veins popping out, and he was furious and shouted: "You are so shameless in your words, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

As he said this, Duanmu Bai actually felt a little frightened in his heart. He was afraid that he would have to fight hard today.

If he had not suffered that serious injury two years ago, Duanmu Bai would have lived for at least more than seventy years, and his combat power would not have been so weakened.

Although Duanmu Bai's internal injuries have completely recovered, the energy he has depleted can no longer be replenished by meditation. Even if you don't fight with others in the future, you may not be able to survive for thirty or forty years.

Today, Chongxiao Palace suffered the biggest disaster in ten thousand years. Duanmu Bai knew very well that even if he could win, he would not be far from being dead after this fierce battle.

Duanmu Bai was determined to die and risked his life to keep Chongxiao Palace.

"In that case, we will fulfill your wish. All the disciples will listen to the order and massacre all of Chongxiao Hall today!" The golden-robed Dan-forming cultivator roared like the sound of thunder.

"Slaughter all over Chongxiao Palace!"

Outside the mountain gate of Chongxiao Palace, countless Qi Refining Stage monks yelled, and twenty Foundation Establishment Stage monks in the air also shouted.

Duanmu Bai's face was extremely gloomy, and he offered up a high-grade magic weapon flying sword.

The training conditions in the Wild Continent are not as good as those in the Yuanhe Sea Area. It is already very awesome for a monk in the Dan Formation Stage to have a high-grade magic weapon. As for the ancient treasure, there is no need to think about it.

"Disciples of Chongxiao Palace, obey the order and repel this rabble!" Ancestor Duanmu shouted violently.

"Yes!" Countless disciples responded loudly.

The two sides are at war with each other and are about to start a war.

The old man in gold robe who was in the middle stage of pill formation held out a gray short blade and said with a ferocious smile: "Duanmu Bai, suffer death!"

The words just fell.

"call out!"

A green light suddenly appeared on the horizon, and a giant bronze sword dozens of meters long suddenly rushed towards the old man in gold robe. A group of gray-white flames rose from the top of the sword, and the air was freezing.

"Who dares to sneak attack!"

The old man in gold robe was startled, and he immediately moved the gray short blade in front of him, trying to resist the bronze long sword.

"boom!"

The short blade turned into a gray light and hit the bronze Changge like a meteor, making a violent roar.

"Crack!"

The short blade only resisted for a moment before cracks appeared on the surface. Under the burning of the Nine Yin Cold Flames, the short blade completely shattered.

"puff!"

The magic weapon was destroyed, and the old man in gold robe spat out a mouthful of blood. He was horrified and exclaimed: "Ancient treasure!"

The bronze long sword that shattered the short blade was seen to have another green light, piercing the air and heading towards his heart.

The old man in golden robe was so frightened that it was already too late to defend himself.

"Pfft!"

With a muffled sound, Cangming Ge pierced the heart of the golden-robed old man, and a large amount of nine-yin cold flames swept in, burning the golden-robed old man's body into dregs in just one breath.

As soon as Yuanshen escaped from Tianling Gai, he was burned to death by the nine-yin cold flames that enveloped him.

In less than two seconds, the old man in golden robe who was in the middle stage of pill formation was instantly killed!

All the monks in the audience looked dull and took in a breath of cold air.

"No...impossible!"

Seeing the golden-robed old man being killed instantly, the black-robed early-stage pill-forming monk next to him showed a horrified expression.

Duanmu Bai, who was originally prepared to fight for his life, was a little confused when he saw this scene.

I saw a flash of white light on the horizon, and a young man in white robe wearing an eagle eye mask was flying quickly, and in an instant he was in the sky outside the gate of Chongxiao Temple.

The young man stretched out one hand, and Cangming Ge, who was floating in the air, returned to his hand.

Shen Lang glanced around and said with a grin, "What day is it today? It's quite lively."

"You...who are you? Why did you suddenly launch a sneak attack!" The black-robed monk in the alchemy stage immediately held out a shield and stared at Shen Lang with a horrified face.

Shen Lang was too lazy to pay attention to the man's call and glanced at Duanmu Bai.

Duanmubai was shocked, clasped his fists and said, "I, Duanmubai, thank you fellow Taoist for your help!"

"Ancestor Duanmu, you don't have to be polite. I haven't been back for decades, so I came here to visit. I didn't expect that it was just the right time." Shen Lang hugged his fists towards Duanmu Bai.

"It's...it's you!" Duanmubai was shocked.

No wonder he felt so familiar. The young man in white in front of him was not the elder Shen Lang who was their guest at Chongxiao Palace decades ago!

Shen Lang wore an eagle eye mask on his face, so Duanmu Bai didn't recognize him immediately.

It is unbelievable that only a few decades have passed, and Shen Lang is already a monk in the middle stage of pill formation, and he can also possess ancient treasures.

Duanmu Bai's heart was filled with turmoil, and he was extremely shocked.

"Ancestor Duanmu, what happened here?" Shen Lang asked.

Duanmubai immediately clasped his fists at Shen Lang and said, "To make my fellow Taoists laugh, there are foreign enemies attacking Lingxiao Mountain today. They want to massacre our Chongxiao Palace and occupy the gate of our Chongxiao Palace."

"I see."

It was almost as he imagined. Shen Lang's face turned gloomy, and he glanced at the group of foreign enemies outside the gate of Chongxiao Palace.

"Who wants to slaughter all the Chongxiao Palace?" Shen Lang asked lightly, his eyes bursting with light, and his whole body exuded an extremely strong evil aura.

The foreign enemies of the monks in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages were frightened by Shen Lang's sinister aura, and no one dared to say a word.

The black-robed monk in the alchemy stage was even covered in cold sweat.

Although it was a sneak attack just now, this man was able to kill the golden-robed old man in the middle stage of the pill formation by himself. His strength was simply astonishing.

It was never expected that Chongxiao Palace would have such a powerful backer, holding an ancient treasure. This is also a massacre of Mao Chongxiao Hall. I would be thankful if he was not massacred by others.

The black-robed monk clasped his fists at Shen Lang warily and said, "Fellow Taoist, there is a misunderstanding. I will withdraw my troops right now!"

Ancestor Duanmu became anxious and immediately said to Shen Lang: "Fellow Taoist, don't listen to his nonsense. Kill this man for me, I will be grateful!"

"good."

Without any hesitation, Shen Lang frantically poured spiritual power into the Cangming Ge in his hand, and the Cangming Ge's green light surged.

"Whoops!" Shen Lang threw Cang Ming Ge directly towards the black-robed monk.

The black-robed monk was so frightened that he felt a little sick. He immediately raised his round shield magic weapon and opened a protective light shield in an attempt to defend against Cang Mingge's attack.

"clang!"

Cang Ming Ge hit the light shield, making a fierce crisp sound, and penetrated the light shield, and the top of the Ge hit the center of the shield.

"Crack, click, click!"

There were a lot of cracks on the surface of the shield, as if it would collapse if it got stuck.

Shen Lang pinched the Chunyang Sword Jue with one hand.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

A large number of air swords rose into the sky, instantly shattering the cracked top-grade magic shield.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"

Immediately afterwards, a large number of air swords penetrated the body of the black-robed monk, and a thick mist of blood filled the air.

"ah!!!"

The black-robed monk's face was extremely distorted, and he only had time to let out one last scream before he was killed by the explosion of a large number of air swords. His body was blown into pieces, and a large amount of flesh and blood splashed everywhere. (To be continued)