Godly Dragon Guard

"Shen Lang!" Su Ruoxue's pretty face turned pale.

The five-color divine light is extremely terrifying and can destroy all things. Even in the ancient spiritual world, it is quite famous for its magical power.

Shen Lang gritted his teeth and held up his umbrella, trying his best to resist.

"How...how is it possible!"

Venerable Kuangyan, who originally had a sinister look on his face, suddenly froze and almost thought he was seeing an illusion.

He did not hesitate to sacrifice his longevity to activate the glass lamp, just because he wanted to kill this couple in one blow without leaving any further trouble! But he never dreamed that the five-color divine light could be blocked by the opponent.

What kind of treasure is that colorful little umbrella?

The glazed lamp is just a pseudo-prehistoric spiritual treasure. The amount of five-color divine light that can be released is very small and thin.

The Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella has the ability to absorb and repel magical powers such as light beams. Otherwise, Shen Lang would never be able to block the five-color divine light with just an unrefined ancient spiritual treasure.

With great difficulty, Shen Lang blocked all the five-color divine light. His whole body was also affected by the divine light and suffered heavy injuries.

The Starry Night Armor was also full of cracks. The fact that this treasured garment was destroyed so easily showed the terrifying power of the five-color divine light.

"Hoo ho!"

Shen Lang gasped for air. Many parts of his body were penetrated by five-color divine light, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

The most terrifying thing is that this five-color divine light can actually corrode flesh and blood, causing it to slowly melt!

Fortunately, Shengyang's war energy protected his body on its own and barely resisted the erosion of the five-color divine light in his flesh and blood.

"Shen Lang, you are too seriously injured, let's leave quickly!" Su Ruoxue made a quick decision and picked up Shen Lang. The small mouth spurted out a stream of blood, forming a blood mist.

Su Ruoxueyu pointed, and the blood mist suddenly turned into a pair of blood-colored wings, condensing on her back.

With a flap of her bloody wings, Su Ruoxue hugged Shen Lang and fled toward the horizon.

She knew very well that now that Shen Lang was seriously injured and still struggling here, she and Shen Lang would definitely die! It is better to use the Thirty-Six Strategies as the best strategy.

"Want to run away?" Venerable Kuangyan was furious and immediately rose into the sky and chased Su Ruoxue.

The two Nascent Soul stage old men looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and followed. Although the strength of this pair of men and women frightened them, Shen Lang, the strongest, had been seriously injured. This was the perfect opportunity to kill this kid!

It is very dangerous to fly at full speed in the Stigma Canyon. If you hit an invisible space crack or encounter the innate clutching light, you will almost die.

In times of crisis, Su Ruoxue couldn't do much. With the help of the **Xuanyin Jue Middle Escape Technique, Su Ruoxue's flying speed has reached the peak level of the early Nascent Soul.

"Stop!"

Although Venerable Kuang Yan had advanced cultivation, he had overexhausted a lot of spiritual power just now in order to activate the glass lamp. For a moment, he was unable to catch up with Su Ruoxue and couldn't help but jump behind him and scold his mother.

"Ahem..." Shen Lang coughed out a large mouthful of blood, but his consciousness was still clear.

He was covered in blood, and the phoenix feather coat worn by the woman was already stained with Shen Lang's blood.

"Shen Lang, don't scare me!" Su Ruoxue's eyes trembled slightly, and her eyes suddenly turned red when she saw Shen Lang's seriously injured appearance.

"You...why are you crying? I can't die yet." Shen Lang glanced at the woman's pear blossoms and said weakly.

"What do you mean temporarily? Stop talking nonsense, you must not die!" Su Ruoxue almost cried, she gritted her teeth and flew towards the depths of the north of the canyon.

Venerable Kuangyan and two Nascent Soul Stage monks were chasing after him.

Moreover, these three guys were so cunning that they followed Su Ruoxue's flight trajectory to avoid encountering invisible space cracks.

"Oh shit."

Shen Lang cursed secretly, his face extremely gloomy. It was absolutely impossible for Su Ruoxue to escape like this. There were too many space cracks in the canyon, which was no joke. The two of them would easily suffer.

The only solution now is to use the flying thunder escape technique to get rid of these three old guys.

Shen Lang used all his strength to circulate the Holy Yang War Qi in his body, and the golden flames spread throughout his body, trying to suppress the injuries in his body.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Five more escaping lights flew from the horizon in the distance. They were five Nascent Soul monks from Nanlu led by Master Qingyang, and the black-robed ancestor of the Ghost Immortal Sect was also among them.

"Oops." Su Ruoxue's pretty face was extremely pale. The situation was already precarious, but now five more troublesome guys have arrived.

Master Qingyang and other five Nascent Soul stage monks just happened to encounter this place, and suddenly discovered that Venerable Kuangyan and others were chasing Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue.

"Huh?"

"It's Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue, everyone, hurry up and chase me!" Master Qingyang shouted violently, and immediately chased after Su Ruoxue without asking Master Kuangyan why.

Shen Lang had previously killed an early Yuanying monk from the Taiqing Sect on his way to escape. He had a life-and-death relationship with the Taiqing Sect, so there was no reason for Master Qingyang to let him go.

The black-robed ancestor was stunned for a moment, and then he showed a violent look and laughed wildly: "Haha, little Shen Lang, this time I was hit by my ancestor, I will let you die without a burial place!"

The sleeves of the black-robed ancestor rolled up and turned into a black cloud, following closely behind Master Qingyang.

Five Nascent Soul stage monks led by Master Qingyang chased after him.

Seeing this, Venerable Kuangyan looked a little gloomy. I thought that Master Qingyang and his group had come at the wrong time. If they had come earlier, the two Nascent Soul Stage cultivators from Ziyun Palace would not have died. Coming here at this time is purely for head-hunting. Shen Lang has a lot of treasures on his body, and he would really not be willing to share them among Qingyang and others.

The leader of the Twelve Caves of the Southern Continent is Patriarch Qingyuan, and actually the deputy leader is Zhenren Qingyang. The Taiqing Sect was so powerful that no one of these two great monks dared to disobey them. Venerable Kuang Yan secretly sighed at his bad luck.

At one time, a total of eight Nascent Soul Stage monks were chasing Su Ruoxue.

"I'm stupid."

Shen Lang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, thinking that he was so lucky that his enemies appeared all at once.

"Shen Lang, what should we do?" Su Ruoxue gritted her silver teeth, a trace of unwillingness on her pretty face.

If she was only being chased by the three people just now, she would still be confident of getting rid of them. But now that they have encountered the group of people such as Zhenren Qingyang and the old man in black robe, it is almost impossible to fly.

"Let me get rid of them!"

Shen Lang forcibly suppressed the injuries in his body with Shengyang's battle energy, dragged his injured body to perform the Nine Transformations of the Blood Spirit, transformed into a golden roc, and grabbed Su Ruoxue onto the back of the roc with his sharp claws.

Dapeng's golden feathers flashed with dazzling arcs of electricity. With a flap of its wings and a "boom", it flew thousands of meters away in an instant.

"It's the Thunder Escape Technique. Don't let this couple go!"

Master Qingyang looked extremely sinister. Two years ago, he took the lead in hunting down Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue, but they escaped.

A mere two monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul escaped from under his nose. Master Qingyang felt extremely humiliated and vowed in his heart that he would capture these two people this time!

"Cloud riding car!"

Master Qingyang sacrificed a flying ancient treasure in the shape of a windmill.