Godly Dragon Guard

The two gatekeeper disciples have cultivation levels in the late stages of foundation building.

Shen Lang said without changing his expression: "Elder Wan Ming has something important for me to tell the Palace Master! Two senior brothers, please open the door of the palace and let me in. There is indeed something urgent to tell the Palace Master."

He made up a random reason: Elder Wan Ming was an early Yuanying monk from Ziyang Palace.

"this……"

The two gatekeeper disciples looked at each other with some hesitation. One of the gatekeeper disciples frowned and said, "Elder Wan Ming is not in the sect. How could he instruct you, a disciple in the early stage of foundation building, to do something? How do we know you?" Is what you said true or false?”

Shen Lang frowned and said: "It's a very important matter. I hope the two senior brothers won't be suspicious. We can't afford it if it ruins the palace master's important affairs!"

"Okay...ok."

The two gatekeeper disciples were startled and nodded immediately. It was expected that he was just a disciple in the Foundation Establishment stage and would definitely not have the guts to find such a reason to see the palace master.

The palace master has been irritable and irritable recently. Last time, he accidentally killed a disciple in the palace because he couldn't control his irritable mood. Everyone in Ziyang Palace was talking about this matter and became furious.

The two gatekeeper disciples didn't hesitate much and immediately opened the palace gate.

Shen Lang strode into the hall and closed the door with his backhand.

The main hall of Ziyang Palace is completely empty. Master Daoyang is currently meditating in the bedroom of the side hall on one side of the main hall. The door of the side hall is closed.

Shen Lang sensed Daoyang's aura and walked towards the side hall on the first floor of the main hall. After a while, he reached the door of the side hall.

"I'm practicing. If it's no big deal, get out of here!" Daoyang Zhenren's furious and hoarse roar came from the side hall. Shen Lang smiled coldly and kicked the door of the side hall open with a "boom".

In the bedroom of the side hall, Master Daoyang was sitting on a futon meditating. Seeing the rudeness of the visitor, he suddenly became furious and roared: "You dare to trespass into my palace master's training place, you are seeking death!"

Not only did Shen Lang not panic at all, but he actually laughed out loud: "Daoyang old dog, I haven't seen you for many years, and you have become a lot more decadent. You must be dying of life, with no hope of breakthrough, and you are starting to become cynical?"

The Master Daoyang in front of him is much older than he was eighty years ago, and his skin is also full of wrinkles.

Generally speaking, monks in the Nascent Soul stage age extremely slowly, but when their lifespan is about to end, the aging rate will increase significantly.

Today, Daoyang Zhenren is over 980 years old. He is basically a monk with half a foot in the coffin, so he looks so old.

However, Master Daoyang pays attention to maintenance, so he should have no problem living for another thirty years. He was not willing to die like this, and held on to a glimmer of hope in an attempt to break through the divine transformation stage in these thirty years.

In fact, he was just daydreaming. For such an old body, the vitality has been weakened to such an extent that it is already impossible to break through.

Master Daoyang himself knew that his days were over, but he just refused to give in, so he became so irritable and irritable.

"Boy, who are you?"

Seeing someone kicking out the door and saying such words, Master Daoyang stood up from the futon. His cloudy old eyes showed a trace of murderous intent. He had already seen that the person in front of him was not a disciple in the palace.

"Old dog Daoyang, I haven't seen you for more than eighty years and you don't recognize me anymore? Open your old eyes and see clearly who I am."

After saying that, Shen Lang lifted the disguise technique and returned to his original appearance.

Master Daoyang pointed at Shen Lang with his mouth wide open, his old face full of astonishment, and it took him a long time to roar: "Shen Lang, it's you!" There was a hint of surprise in the roar. Shen Lang had snatched away the ancient spiritual treasure, the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella. In the past, he had failed to pursue Shen Lang, and he had been angry about it for a long time.

Didn't expect that one day, this kid would come to your door again?

"Little beast, hand over the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella!"

Without even thinking about it, Master Daoyang turned into a whirlwind of purple-gray flames and rushed towards Shen Lang.

He thought Shen Lang was as easy to pinch as an ant, just like before!

Seeing this scene, Shen Lang couldn't help but sneered, and immediately used the nine Lei Ze light-splitting swords to activate the Jiuli Sword Formation.

"Boohoo!"

The nine golden flying swords suddenly turned into eighty-one rays of sword light, spinning around Shen Lang at high speed, wrapping up Shen Lang like a golden lightning tornado.

Master Daoyang was really confused. He naturally thought that Shen Lang was trash, so he rushed straight towards the lightning tornado, immediately triggering the defense of the Jiuli Sword Formation.

"boom!"

Daoyang Zhenren's body covered with flames hit the Jiuli Sword Formation, making a violent explosion.

The violent golden thunder knocked Master Daoyang far away, and he hit the wall on the side of the side hall with a "dong" sound, knocking him to pieces.

Fortunately, with the Purple Yang Fire protecting his body, Master Daoyang only had a surge of energy and blood in his body and did not suffer any injuries.

"No...this is impossible!"

Master Daoyang exclaimed, and immediately got up from the ground. His old face changed color completely, and he stared at Shen Lang in disbelief. Only then did he realize the other party's cultivation level.

"You are actually in the middle stage of Nascent Soul!"

Master Daoyang doubted for a moment whether he had seen an illusion. It has only been more than eighty years, and the bastard who was originally in the middle stage of Dan Formation has turned into a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul! "Yes, old man, it seems I have a surprise for you." Shen Lang laughed, and then said coldly: "No more nonsense. Master Daoyang, I came to you today because I want to know about the fire spirit seeds. Whereabouts. If you tell me honestly, maybe I can keep your body intact if I am happy."

Daoyang Zhenzhen laughed angrily: "Very good! Little bastard, I didn't expect you to grow to this point. But don't be too arrogant. Do you think you can beat me with your cultivation? Do you think so? Do you know the whereabouts of the Fire Spirit Seed? Just dream!"

Shen Lang's eyes flashed fiercely: "Don't tell me? Then I will use the Soul Searching Technique on you later!"

After saying that, Shen Lang activated the Jiuli Sword Formation with all his strength.

Eighty-one rays of sword light turned into a lightning storm and swept towards Daoyang Zhenren.

"hiss!"

Master Daoyang had never seen a small sword array with such power. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and his old face became extremely ferocious.

He seriously underestimated Shen Lang's strength. It was impossible for ordinary mid-stage Yuanying monks to deliver such a powerful blow, and even late-stage Yuanying monks might not have this ability.

After all, Master Daoyang is an old monster who has lived for almost a thousand years. He has extremely rich vision and experience. He knows that if he does not use his strongest attack, he may not be able to withstand Shen Lang's attack!

He pushed out his palms with a ferocious expression, and a large amount of purple-gray flames surged out of his palms, forming a huge fire storm in front of him.

I saw the purple-gray flame storm hitting the golden lightning storm.