Godly Dragon Guard

Only then did several early Nascent Soul monks realize what was happening on the west side of the island. They all looked at me and me with expressions of unbelievable horror.

"Blood...Fellow Bloodwood Taoist, what should we do now?" An old man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul stood up and asked.

"Idiot, what else can you do? Continue to chase after me!"

The Bloodwood Ancestor roared angrily, and then turned into a streak of blood light, chasing after the disappearing aura of the golden roc, followed closely by a group of Nascent Soul Stage monks.

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The golden roc flew directly over Tianjing Island, and it only took about three minutes to reach the south of the island.

The overall number of monks guarding the south of the island is smaller than that of the monks guarding the west, but there are more Nascent Soul stage monks. There are six Yuanying-stage monks in the south of the island, five of them are in the early stage of Yuanying, and there is one monk in the middle stage of Yuanying.

After arriving at the south of the island, Shen Lang and Ouyang Changfeng could not help but kill directly towards the group of monks in the south of the island.

This time, because there were more monks in the Nascent Soul stage and one mid-stage monk, it took the two of them a little longer. But he still killed everyone easily, leaving no one alive.

As a result, the strength of the alliance monks around Tianjing Island was reduced by at least one-third.

"Brother Shen really has a good plan! He killed ten Nascent Soul stage monks from the opponent in a roundabout way, and the remaining monks from the Bloodwood Ancestor are nothing to fear." Ouyang Changfeng laughed loudly.

Shen Lang's pressure has also been relieved a lot. Before, he was worried about Ouyang Changfeng's lack of strength, but now he no longer has this worry. Ouyang Changfeng's strength is not inferior to that of the great monks in the late Yuanying period.

In fact, Shen Lang didn't even need to engage in such a roundabout tactic. Even if he and Ouyang Changfeng faced the team of monks led by the ancestor of Xuemu, they might not be at a disadvantage.

"Brother Ouyang, there's only one last battle left, let's go all out. After killing all these trash from the alliance, let's have a drink and talk!" Shen Lang grinned.

"Okay!" Ouyang Changfeng nodded and responded, his heart racing. It had been a long time since he had such a passionate feeling.

The two of them did not leave the south of the island, and simply waited here for the ancestors of Bloodwood and other monks to catch up.

Not long after, the Bloodwood Ancestor angrily led a large group of monks to the south of the island.

Shen Lang and Ouyang Changfeng were seen standing in the void with their hands behind their hands, and all the monks in the south of the island were also destroyed. The Nascent Soul Stage monks behind the Bloodwood Ancestor were shocked.

"Shen Lang! It's really you!"

Ancestor Xuemu stared at Shen Lang with his cloudy eyes and shouted loudly.

"What!"

"Is he Shen Lang?"

"The monk who stole the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella and kept silent for decades?"

This sentence immediately caused an uproar.

Originally, all the monks' attention was focused on Ouyang Changfeng. After all, Shen Lang had been silent and searching for traces for more than eighty years. Even though there was a big fuss at the beginning, the impression of him among the monks in Tianhai has faded a lot now.

Ancestor Bloodwood's words made all the Nascent Soul Stage monks turn pale and look at Shen Lang with horrified eyes.

The incident in which Shen Lang snatched the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella and provoked the alliance monks to pursue him was quite sensational.

But it was only over eighty years ago, and the little monk who was in the middle stage of forming pills turned into a monk who was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul! It's unbelievable.

"Yes, this young master is Shen Lang." Shen Lang sneered.

Ancestor Xuemu's eyes shone brightly, and he said with a violent expression: "Little bastard, you are so audacious, how dare you appear in the sky? A treasure like the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, is it worthy of you, a bastard, to own it? Obediently hand over the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella. , otherwise I’ll let you die without a whole body!” “Hahaha!”

Shen Lang laughed loudly and said coldly: "Old man, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Who can own the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella is not up to you, a waste of the alliance. Let me die without a complete body. ?Old guy, feel free to come over and give it a try!"

After saying that, Shen Lang raised his fingers towards the Bloodwood Ancestor with a mocking look on his face.

Seeing Shen Lang's fearless look, Patriarch Bloodwood suddenly felt a little nervous.

Shen Lang didn't seem to be afraid of him at all, which made the Bloodwood ancestor a little confused, because Shen Lang had snatched Penglai Mountain's first secret treasure, the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, a while ago, and then disappeared to look for traces.

Now it appears again that Shen Lang's cultivation has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Ancestor Xuemu guessed that this kid might already be able to activate the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella!

Otherwise, the monks who had just guarded the west of the island would not have been wiped out so quickly. Ancestor Xuemu was afraid that Shen Lang used the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella to kill the monks in the west of the island instantly.

If it is a genuine prehistoric spirit treasure, it will definitely have almost heaven-defying abilities!

Not only the Bloodwood Ancestor, but the rest of the monks were also a little panicked. The monks who can cultivate to the level of Nascent Soul are all human spirits. The Bloodwood Ancestor can guess it, and so can they.

Ouyang Changfeng saw this and sneered: "You trash of the alliance, why are you scared as soon as my brother Shen Lang appears? Old guy, weren't you very rampant before? Why are you so timid now?"

The ancestor of Bloodwood became angry and shouted: "Fellow Taoists, don't be deceived! You all know what level of treasure the Great Desolate Spiritual Treasure is. It requires at least a monk at the God Transformation stage to use it. A mere mid-Nascent Soul monk can't use it." Maybe it was prompted. These two thieves were just pretending!"

He also planned to take a gamble. The Ancient Spiritual Treasure was not easy to activate, and Shen Lang might not be able to activate it.

Ancestor Xuemu is worthy of being the leader of the alliance between good and evil in the Yuanhe sea area, and his words are still very weighty. Such a babble has indeed dispelled the fear in the hearts of most Nascent Soul monks.

"All the monks listen to the order. First kill the thief Shen Lang, take back the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, and then capture Ouyang Changfeng! This kills two birds with one stone. The Twin Saints will definitely reward us greatly!"

As soon as the roar ended, the ancestor of Blood Wood and the old demon stretched out his right palm. A large amount of bloody demonic energy suddenly surged in his rough and old palm, and a bloody snake staff emerged from the demonic energy.

The snake staff has a simple and sinister appearance, with a blood-jade snake head at the top that opens its mouth, eventually spitting out blood-colored mist, exuding a heart-stopping aura!

Shen Lang's eyes narrowed. He could tell at a glance that the snake staff should be a fake prehistoric spiritual treasure.

It is rumored that the Heavenly Demon Palace has a treasure that has been circulated since ancient times, called the Demonic Snake Staff. It should be the magic weapon in the hands of the ancestor of Bloodwood.

"Brother Ouyang, my natal magic weapon can greatly suppress the power of evil spirits. I will deal with this Blood Wood Ancestor, and you will have to deal with the others first." Shen Lang immediately sent a message to Ouyang Changfeng.

"Okay!" Ouyang Changfeng responded immediately.

He was a ghost cultivator, and he had been sensitively aware that Shen Lang's body was filled with extremely pure Yang-attribute aura, and it was extremely powerful. It was so powerful that even when he was close to Shen Lang, he would feel palpitations.

"kill!"

The Bloodwood Ancestor shouted loudly and rushed towards Shen Lang first.

Shen Lang did not move, while Ouyang Changfeng held the ulna sword in his hand and rushed towards the group of Nascent Soul monks behind the Blood Wood Ancestor.