Godly Dragon Guard

Of course, only monks in the transformation stage dare to enter the south passage.

No matter how powerful the Nascent Soul stage monk is, there is no way he can survive the intensive bombardment of innate clutching divine light.

It was absolutely impossible for Shen Lang to choose this passage. In order to avoid encountering the old monsters in the southern continent, he could only choose to enter the west passage.

He followed the map route through the woods and arrived at the western outskirts of Soul Burial Mountain.

The majestic Soul Burying Mountain reaches into the sky with no end in sight. The previous omen still hadn't disappeared, and dark clouds rolled in the sky, forming a huge whirlpool, covering the sky and the sun.

The whole mountain exudes a thick and turbid air, and the black air is billowing and terrifying.

In particular, the entire Soul Burial Mountain was shrouded in a layer of gray rays of light and sealed by ancient formations. The scene in the mountain could not be seen from the bottom of the mountain. It was very strange.

When Shen Lang stepped into this area with Su Ruoxue on his back, he felt that the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sky became dark.

There are so many space cracks and innate divine light at the foot of the mountain that even the Nascent Soul stage monks can't move forward.

From time to time, a few wisps of silver light floated over. Shen Lang dodged left and right to avoid the wisps of floating innate light.

The number of silver rays of light in the sky is staggering, like catkins blown by strong winds, flying in disorder. There are also a lot of light filaments on the ground.

This silver light thread looks harmless to humans and animals, but is actually extremely dangerous. Once it comes into contact with the monk's body, it is like the sharpest flying knife magic weapon, which can instantly penetrate the body and cause the monk's body to collapse!

Even with the body-protecting spiritual light, it can't resist the silver light threads. The light threads of this innate clutching divine light are so sharp that they can easily chop up ancient treasures!

It was impossible to get stained by this silver light thread, so I had no choice but to dodge it. Fortunately, most of the wandering silver light threads were not very fast, and Shen Lang was able to completely avoid them, and felt relieved.

At the same time, he thought about the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella's ability to absorb and repel magical powers such as light beams. There are so many innate clutches and divine lights here that they can be used for testing.

Shen Lang took out the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella from the storage ring and controlled the colorful little umbrella to fly with a single finger.

He is far from fully refining this treasure to the point of complete psychic ability, he can only use the small umbrella as a repellent technique.

Shen Lang controlled the small umbrella, opened the umbrella cover, and flew towards a floating thread of innate clutching divine light.

As soon as the umbrella cover came into contact with the silver light thread, the light thread was immediately bounced away. Shen Lang was overjoyed. The Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella could indeed withstand the innate divine light of separation and union.

Now he was a little more courageous. He held the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella above his head and walked towards the west passageway with Su Ruoxue on his back. ^

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At the same time, the foot of the mountain to the west of Soul Burial Mountain.

Ancestor Qing Yuan and five other Nascent Soul stagers from the Southern Continent have arrived outside the entrance to the west passage.

Seeing the scene in front of them, everyone's face turned pale.

Outside the cave, which is seven or eight meters in diameter, there is a space crack about a hundred meters long. This crack is emitting white light and is constantly twisting and changing, like a water snake.

In the center of the crack in the white space, there is a shocking huge cyclone condensed. It is rotating at high speed, like a black hole, exerting great suction on the Qing Yuan Patriarch and the other five people from a long distance away!

"This... this is different from what is described on the map. How come there is such a big space crack outside the passage!" A bald old man couldn't help but gasped when he saw the ferocious cyclone outside the cave.

Not only him, but other monks including Patriarch Qing Yuan also looked at this scene in horror. The entrance to the Soul Burial Mountain is right in front of you, but it is actually covered by such a large space crack. How can you get in?

Ancestor Qingyuan's face was a little ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The entrance to the passage indicated on the map is undoubtedly here. Soul Burial Mountain is the center of the ancient battlefield, and the space is shattered so severely. This space crack should have been formed later."

"It's such a coincidence. The space crack was formed in a bad place, but it happened to be blocked outside the passage entrance."

"That's right, with such a big crack, we can't even think about going in."

The other four Nascent Soul stage monks complained one after another. After all the hard work, they arrived at the foot of Soul Burial Mountain, only to find that the entrance to the passage could not be entered. It was really frustrating.

"Hmph, it's just one passageway that's blocked. Why are you panicking?" Ancestor Qingyuan snorted coldly, and then said: "According to records in ancient books, Soul Burial Mountain has four passageways from east to west, north and south. As long as we follow the If you go around the foot of the mountain for a short half circle, you can find the entrance to another passage. You are already here, are you still worried about this little trouble?"

"good."

The four Nascent Soul stage monks sighed and nodded, that was the only thing they could do.

Just when the five people were about to take action, a green light suddenly burst out of the mountain forest behind them and flew towards them at low altitude.

"Huh?"

The five people turned their heads and took a look.

The figure in the light was none other than Qingyang Zhenren. He was covered in blood and looked miserable. His broken arm was clearly visible and was completely charred.

"Master... junior brother?" Patriarch Qingyuan almost thought there was something wrong with his eyes.

The other four Nascent Soul Stage monks also stood blankly on the spot. Master Qingyang is the deputy leader of the Southern Continent, a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage second only to Patriarch Qingyuan. How could he end up in such a state, with his arms even disabled?

Master Qingyang's old face was extremely sinister. He avoided the silver light floating in the air and came to the front of Patriarch Qingyuan and the other five people.

Ancestor Qingyuan's eyes widened. After confirming again and again that the person coming was Master Qingyang, he turned pale with horror and said, "Junior Brother, what did you do? Were you intercepted and killed by Zhang Daoling's group?"

Master Qingyang felt extremely humiliated and gritted his teeth and said, "It's hard to explain in words!"

Ancestor Qingyuan knew that things were not going to be simple. Seeing that Master Qingyang had a broken arm, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and shortness of breath, he must have suffered an extremely serious injury. He immediately took out the top healing elixir from the storage ring and handed it to Qingyang Zhenren.

After Master Qingyang took the elixir, he took a deep breath and explained the whole story.

After learning that nine Nascent Soul stage monks had died in Nanlu, most of them were killed in the hands of Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue, everyone was shocked and couldn't believe that the man and woman had such terrifying strength.

"Junior brother, are you telling the truth? That bastard named Shen and that bitch Su Ruoxue killed so many of our comrades?" Qingyuan Patriarch asked with a ferocious expression.

"It's true, but it's hateful. That boy is really cunning! I failed to keep him again and again. On the contrary, the Yuan Ying stage monk on my side died, and he was killed by that boy using the Sun God Bow. My arm was shot off! I can't swallow this breath, senior brother, I must catch this kid, cut his body into thousands of pieces, extract his soul and refine it!" Master Qingyang's old face was twisted, and with extreme anger, a sweet smile appeared in his mouth , spitting out a mouthful of blood.