Godly Dragon Guard

Qingyang Zhenren felt a thorn in his back. He looked back suddenly and was shocked. He secretly thought that it was not good.

This bastard Shen Lang is indeed not a fuel-efficient lamp!

"Old dog Qingyang, where are you looking!" Old Demon Fengyue sneered, wielded his demon hunting gun and shot out a cloud of blood mist, sweeping towards Qingyang Zhenren.

The other two Supreme Elders of the Hehuan Sect also used their magic weapons and launched a fierce attack.

Master Qingyang was sweating on his forehead. He was surrounded by people and beaten. He was forced to have no choice but to dodge.

Shen Lang had already moved the Sun God Bow to the extreme, and the fire emitted from the arrows on the bow string was as bright as the blazing sun.

"Bang!"

The fiery red arrows shot out like cannonballs, turning into a three-legged golden crow in the wind.

The red-gold fire burning on the firebird's body was extremely dazzling, a violent heat wave swept around, and the frozen land melted instantly.

After shooting this arrow, Shen Lang looked slightly pale. This arrow almost emptied out all the spiritual power in his body.

The phantom of the firebird had locked onto Master Qingyang, flapped its golden wings, and flew away like thunder.

Master Qingyang's old face finally changed color. He quickly threw out a green jade Ruyi magic weapon and propped up a green light shield, trying to resist the fire bird's attack.

"Hmph, old dog Qingyang, you can't escape!" Feng Yue Old Demon laughed ferociously and poured his spiritual power crazily into the demon-hunting gun in his hand.

The blood of the demon hunting gun swelled greatly, surrounded by layers of blood mist, exuding heart-stopping spiritual pressure. "Demon hunting gun, go!"

With a loud shout, Feng Yue Lao Mo directly threw the bloody spear in his hand.

"call out!"

The sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, the air was vibrating, and the spear turned into a bloody afterimage, with a blood mist floating around, pointing directly at Qingyang Zhenren's chest.

The other two Supreme Elders of the Hehuan Sect also launched an attack. One of them threw a bone knife, shooting out demonic flames, while the other flew out a lotus-shaped dart, sending out a large number of purple electric arcs.

For a moment, four Nascent Soul stage monks, including Shen Lang, attacked Master Qingyang from different directions with all their strength.

Master Qingyang had no way to avoid it, so he had to grit his teeth and use all his strength to activate the green jade Ruyi to resist attacks from four directions, and the brilliance of the green light shield increased greatly.

Immediately afterwards.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, colorful lights rose into the sky, the surrounding soil turned into powder, and a blade-like wind swept around.

The green jade Ruyi activated by Master Qingyang was the top defensive ancient treasure. He could barely defend against most of the attacks with his late Nascent Soul cultivation.

The attacks of Old Demon Fengyue and the two supreme elders of the Hehuan Sect were all blocked by the green light shield, which also had several cracks.

Only the arrow shot by Shen Lang was so powerful that it broke through the green light shield and hit the back of Qingyang Zhenren's heart.

"Crack!"

After the fire bird broke through the shield, it went straight to Qingyang Zhenren's back.

Master Qingyang's whole body was covered with chills. He could sense that the power of this fire bird was so terrifying that it might destroy his body!

At the critical moment, Master Qingyang spat out a large mouthful of essence and blood from his mouth, forcibly overdrawing his spiritual power. After using all his strength to activate Yu Ruyi's defense, he activated the Scorching Sun Sword again and slashed at the Firebird.

There was a "boom" explosion.

Qingyang Zhenren's desperate attack once again weakened the Fire Bird's power, but it was not enough to defeat the Fire Bird.

The fire bird weakened from a shadow into a fiery red arrow, shifted its position slightly, and pierced into Qingyang Zhenren's right arm.

"Pfft!"

The arrow penetrated Qingyang Zhenren's right arm, and his flesh and blood were scorched black.

The violent fire spirit power quickly invaded the body, and Master Qingyang opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of hot blood.

"ah!!!"

Master Qingyang's old face was extremely distorted, and he screamed fiercely. His right arm after being hit by the arrow was scorched black, and the fire was still coming out of his flesh and blood, and it started to spread from the wrist bone upwards. His flesh, blood, bones, and meridians were burned by the fierce fire. Burning, it is turning into smoke bit by bit.

The fire spiritual power contained in an arrow shot by the Sun God Bow was extremely terrifying, and it was difficult to suppress the injury with spiritual power. I'm afraid it won't be long before it spreads throughout the body.

Master Qingyang's eyes were about to burst, and he immediately took out a blood-red elixir from the storage ring. It was as warm and moist as blood jade, exuding a strong smell of blood and medicine.

"Nine-turn Resurrection Pill!" Shen Lang's expression changed as he recognized the blood-jade colored pill.

The Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill is an extremely rare spiritual elixir in the world of cultivation, and it is also the supreme existence among high-end healing elixirs. This elixir has a strong ability to repair the body, and can even regenerate flesh from bones and reshape meridians.

Even if the injury is fatal, there is a small chance that taking this elixir can bring the monk back from the door of hell. If you take this elixir for non-fatal injuries, the curative effect is even more amazing, and you can fully recover the injury within half an hour.

Master Qingyang quickly put the bloody elixir into his mouth, and the fire on his arm finally stopped and gradually disappeared. But the bones and meridians burned by the fire did not recover. Healing elixirs are healing elixirs after all, and raw flesh from white bones is limited to the affected area. Bones that were directly burned to ashes had almost no possibility of recovery.

Although Shen Lang's arrow did not kill Master Qingyang's body, it had already disabled one of his arms!

"Well done!" Feng Yue Lao Mo praised with bright eyes.

Master Qingyang's face was pale. Not only had he lost one of his arms, he was now covered in fire and poison and had lost most of his combat power.

If he continues to struggle, his life will really be in danger.

Four against one, it's impossible to win no matter what. Although Master Qingyang felt humiliated, he cared more about his own life.

His old face turned red, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood again. He did not hesitate to waste his life essence, and performed a strange blood escape technique.

Qingyang Zhenren, who was shrouded in blood mist, turned into a meteor and flew away at a low altitude. Although the speed did not reach the level of teleportation, it was comparable to Shen Lang's flying thunder escape technique.

"Oops, don't let this old dog get away!" Feng Yue Old Demon shouted, raised his demon hunting gun, and shot towards the direction where Qingyang Zhenren escaped.

The other two Hehuan Sect monks also threw magic weapons frantically.

Shen Lang's spiritual power was exhausted and he had no ability to pursue him.

Master Qingyang ran faster than a mad dog. The attacks launched by Feng Yue Laomo and others failed. He watched Master Qingyang disappear into the horizon and cursed.

Xiaorou, who was hiding in the mountains and forests far away, came back with Su Ruoxue in her arms, handed the woman into Shen Lang's hands, and then turned into a white light and flew into the spirit beast bag around his waist.

Feng Yue Laomo walked over quickly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, hugged his fists towards Shen Lang, and said seriously: "Thank you, fellow Daoist Shen, for helping me. I will remember your great kindness."

Fengyue Laomo has always been arrogant and arrogant. Except for Zhang Daoling, he has never been so polite to other Nascent Soul monks. He recognized Shen Lang's amazing strength, and there was indeed gratitude in his eyes.

"No need to thank me, I already have a grudge against that old Qingyang dog." Shen Lang shook his head and said. Unfortunately, Master Qingyang still escaped. As expected, it is extremely difficult to kill a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage.

"Why did Fairy Su faint? Is it nothing serious?" Old Demon Feng Yue glanced at the unconscious Su Ruoxue in Shen Lang's arms and asked.

"Due to mental weakness." Shen Lang explained.

"This is the Yunmeng Pill. If you hurt your soul, you can take this pill. It has good curative effects." Old Demon Feng Yue was well-informed and directly threw a pill that was as white as jade.