Godly Dragon Guard

There is not much difference between the Southern Continent and the Northern Continent. Whether it is the environment, climate, or cultivation conditions, they are almost the same.

The only difference is that the eastern continent connected to the edge of the southern continent has a huge desert spanning thousands of miles.

More than half of the continent to the east is a desert area. The spiritual conditions there are not bad, but the climate is unbearably hot and the cultivation resources are relatively scarce.

The monks from the mainland in the east and the monks from the southern continent in Yunjian are on the same page, but occasionally there will be a little friction.

Shen Lang flew all the way south and flew for four or five days before finally leaving the range of St. Mark Canyon and arriving at the boundary of Yunjian South Continent.

Having read Zhong Wuling's memory before, Shen Lang knew very well about the immortal cultivating forces in the Southern Continent.

The North Continent is home to the Eighteen Immortals, and the South Continent is the Twelve Caves. The Twelve Caves represent the twelve most famous mountain spiritual veins in Yunjian Continent.

On these twelve spiritual mountain holy lands, there are twelve large-scale immortal sects. The Ghost Immortal Sect and Ziyun Palace belong to the Twelve Cave Heavens, and they are ranked high.

Shen Lang was preparing to go to the nearby mountains to inquire about Su Ruoxue.

Occasionally, a huge golden spiritual boat came from the southern horizon, in the shape of a moon wheel, very gorgeous.

Shen Lang's eyes narrowed slightly. This should be a manned spirit boat specially used by the sect. As expected, there were a large number of monks in uniform uniforms standing on the deck, almost all of whom were in the foundation-building stage.

The three old men in colorful robes, led by the ones directly in front of the spirit boat, were in the pill-forming stage.

The monks of the sect should know more about the news circulating in the Southern Continent’s cultivation world.

Shen Lang's entire body turned into a stream of light and flew to the deck directly in front of the spirit boat in an instant.

"Huh? Who is it?" Two old men in colorful robes were the first to notice Shen Lang's figure. They were shocked when their consciousness swept away.

Shen Lang stood with his hands behind his back, his unabashed and astonishing spiritual pressure spreading out like a huge wave.

For a moment, all the monks on the spirit boat felt like Mount Tai weighing them down. The expressions of the two old men in the alchemy stage in front changed drastically. The huge spiritual pressure emanating from Shen Lang made their legs feel weak.

Those monks in the foundation-building stage couldn't even bear the pressure, and their whole bodies collapsed on the ground, terrified and horrified.

The only person who can emit such astonishing spiritual pressure is the legendary ancestor of the Nascent Soul stage!

"I've met... I've met my senior. I've become a monk. I dare... I dare to ask my senior for advice!" The leader, the old man in green robe who was in the alchemy stage, bowed and worshiped, tremblingly. ^

All the monks on the spirit boat also paid homage to Shen Lang.

Nascent Soul Stage monks are already at the powerful level and will receive great respect wherever they go.

Shen Lang of the Hua Sect knew that although it had not reached the level of the Twelve Caves, it was still a well-known sect in the Southern Continent. There was an ancestor in the Nascent Soul stage who was in charge of the sect.

"There is no need to panic. I just passed by here by chance and wanted to ask you some questions." Shen Lang said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, the monks breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man in green robe bowed respectfully: "Senior, please ask, I will tell you everything I know."

Shen Lang nodded with satisfaction and directly asked the important point: "Is there a new Nascent Soul stage female cultivator named Su in Yunjian Nanlu recently?"

Shen Lang's question surprised the old man in green robes. Not only him, but also the other monks on the deck of the spirit boat.

The green-robed old man replied: "Yes, it is true. Fairy Su successfully gave birth to a baby more than ten years ago and is now one of the three elders of Yunling Mountain."

"What's Fairy Su's name? Is it Su Ruoxue?" Shen Lang asked with a glimmer of hope. The old man in green robe didn't know why Shen Lang asked this question, but he still said truthfully: "Fairy Su's real name is indeed Su Ruoxue. To be honest, senior, Fairy Su will get married to Elder Liu of Taiqing Sect next month and hold a double cultivation ceremony. Grand ceremony! We, the disciples of the Hua sect, are traveling on the spirit boat this time to send congratulatory gifts to Fairy Su and Elder Liu!"

The previous sentence made Shen Lang extremely happy. But the last sentence completely made Shen Lang's brain explode, and his expression instantly became crazy.

"What are you talking about, a wedding? A double cultivation ceremony?!" Shen Lang's head was buzzing, and he grabbed the collar of the green-robed old man with one hand and roared crazily.

The roar contained an extremely violent anger, like thunder exploding, the sound shook thousands of miles, and the entire spirit boat was shaking!

Some of the foundation-building disciples with weak cultivation were knocked unconscious by Shen Lang's roar.

Shen Lang gasped for air, his emotions completely out of control, and his body exuded an aura of extreme madness, like a wild beast that was extremely crazy, choosing people to eat.

The old man in green robe was so frightened that he was out of his wits. His face turned pale and he said: "Senior... please forgive me, I'm just telling the truth!"

"Tell me! When and where will the Double Cultivation Ceremony be held?" Shen Lang's eyes were bloodshot and he asked word by word.

The terrifying aura on Shen Lang's body scared the old man in green robe to the point of peeing. The old man in green robe gasped and said: "It will be held...at Yunling Mountain. This double cultivation ceremony is very grand. There will be many elders from the sects attending." Watch the ceremony.”

"Haha, okay! Very good!" The corner of Shen Lang's mouth twitched slightly, his face turned pale, and he stood a little unsteadily, as if he had lost his mind.

Shen Lang threw his right hand, and the old man in green robe was thrown to the deck, and his whole soul was almost scared out of his mind.

All the monks on the deck of the spirit boat did not dare to take a breath, fearing that the senior would kill them all in a rage.

Even a fool can tell that Shen Lang must have a close relationship with Fairy Su from Yunling Mountain with such an expression. "Master, Xiaorou thinks there may be something fishy about this matter. Don't get excited or do anything stupid!" Xiaorou felt that Shen Lang's emotions were completely out of control, so she immediately sent a message and said to Shen Lang anxiously.

Knowing that the woman he had longed for for eighty years was going to hold a double cultivation ceremony with someone else... Shen Lang's mind was buzzing.

No matter how Xiaorou tried to dissuade and comfort him, it was of no avail. Shen Lang couldn't listen to anything anymore. He immediately performed the Nine Transformations of the Blood Spirit. The golden roc pattern behind him rose in golden light and transformed into a Lei Peng with a wingspan of a thousand meters.

"Whoosh!"

With a flap of its wings, the golden roc disappeared directly into the sky.

The monks on the spirit boat were shocked. After seeing Shen Lang disappear into the horizon, they finally stood up from the deck, each of them showing expressions of relief.

Yunling Mountain is one of the twelve caves in Nanlu, ranking eleventh. There are three Nascent Soul stage elders in the sect, including Su Ruoxue.

Yunling Mountain is very far to the east of the Yunjian South Continent. Even with the speed of Shen Lang and Lei Peng, it would take four to five days to get there.

The golden roc flew crazily towards the boundary of Yunling Mountain. Xiaorou had never felt that Shen Lang's mood was so bad, and she did not dare to speak.

Shen Lang didn't know what he was feeling now. He was depressed, sad, angry, puzzled, disappointed, sad, confused...

No matter what, he had to ask about it! If the question is unclear, he will bring the woman back and let everyone in Yunling Mountain die!

Otherwise, Shen Lang's depression would have nowhere to vent.