Godly Dragon Guard

"boom!"

The Bodhi Bell is as solid as a rock, and the golden light of the Buddha's shadow swells, trying its best to resist the attack of the demonic light.

The lame old man complained endlessly and felt extremely unwilling. The spiritual power in his body was about to be exhausted. If this continued, he might die in the hands of this kid.

The lame old man was a monk in the Transformation Stage. If he wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy to a Yuanying Stage monk, he would definitely not be able to say it. It would be too humiliating. If the other party is also a cultivator in the transformation stage, then you can still consider it.

After struggling in my mind for a while, I had no choice but to take the last resort!

Before the lame old man ran out of spiritual power, he spat out a large mouthful of blood and consumed his own vital energy to draw a bloody talisman in front of him.

The bloody talisman twisted in mid-air, tearing a small crack in the space, and the crack continued to expand.

At this moment, the lame old man used the huge energy in his natal essence to activate the Bodhi Bell with all his strength.

"Buzz buzz!"

I saw the Bodhi Bell releasing thousands of Buddha lights, the phantom of the Buddha emitting a low Sanskrit sound, and a large amount of Buddha lights pouring out from the Bodhi Bell and radiating in all directions.

The strong Buddha's light shone all over the place, and for a moment it even dispersed the Dutian Hunyuan Demonic Light that was rushing toward the Bodhi Bell.

However, at this moment, the lame old man suddenly put away the powerful Bodhi Bell. The bloody talisman in the air in front of him had torn a two-meter-long crack into the space, twisting like a water snake.

"Space teleportation technique!"

After the Bodhi Bell was removed, Shen Lang saw the bloody talisman and couldn't help being shocked and exclaimed!

This is the blood shadow teleportation technique passed down from ancient times by the Longyuan Black Ink Clan. Only the monks of the Black Ink Clan in the God Transformation Stage can master this method. A large amount of natal energy must be consumed when using this method.

The lame old man was more than 1,800 years old and suffered from hidden diseases. The consumption of his life energy this time cost him at least fifty years of life!

The lame old man had no choice. If he didn't use the space teleportation technique to escape, he would probably be beaten to death by Shen Lang, so he had to use this method at the expense of his life.

"Kid, remember, you'd better not be caught by me in the future, otherwise I will torture you to a point where you are worse than dead!" The lame old man let out a violent roar, and his thin body burrowed into the cracks in the space like a loach.

"Leave me alone!"

Shen Lang exclaimed and immediately used the Nine Blood Spirit Transformations to transform into the form of Lei Peng.

"Boom!"

The golden roc used the flying thunder escape technique, dodged to the crack in space, and tried to pull the lame old man out.

Unfortunately, it was a step too late.

The lame old man had already entered the crack in the space. The bloody sigil disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the crack also disappeared. The space healed rapidly, turning into ripples, and then returned to normal.

"Damn, you ran away so fast."

Shen Lang cursed secretly in his heart, his face turned earth-colored.

The old guy actually ran away at the critical moment.

This is not the point. The point is that the other party is a god-transformation monk from a well-known family in Longyuan Continent. If he knows his identity, he will definitely come to hunt him down.

Shen Lang was extremely depressed. Within a few days of his peaceful life, he would fall into a vicious circle of being hunted and killed again.

"Sir, are you okay?" Xiaorou flew out of the spirit beast bag on Shen Lang's waist and saw that his face turned pale and couldn't help but ask with concern.

"It's okay, it's not even an injury." Shen Lang shook his head.

"I'm sorry, sir, Xiaorou can't help at all." Xiaorou said in despair.

She had no room to intervene in the fierce fight between Shen Lang and the lame old man just now, and she felt a little depressed.

He clearly promised to live and die with Shen Lang, but he couldn't do anything to help him. As a spiritual beast, he was really useless.

"Don't think so. If you hadn't reminded me to use the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, I would have confessed here this time." Shen Lang shook his head.

"Sir, this old man might go to recruit reinforcements. What should we do now?" Xiaorou asked through gritted teeth.

"No matter what, people are dead and birds are flying in the air. Your young master is used to being hunted down by others. He doesn't care about this one more time. Without further ado, let's go to the Fairy and Demon Island to take a look!"

Shen Lang took back the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella and said helplessly.

He just hoped that the Jiuyi Cauldron had not been taken away by the lame old man, otherwise Fairy Yunmeng would be in misfortune.

Shen Lang has also been using Shengyang's war energy to maintain Fairy Yunmeng's life in the past six months, but this is not a long-term solution after all. It was enough for him to take Su Ruoxue with him. He couldn't always take the unconscious Fairy Yunmeng around.

Fairy Yunmeng was still alive, so she couldn't be put into the storage ring. Shen Lang had been keeping her in an ice coffin and placed her on the Flying Star Divine Boat.

"good."

Xiaorou nodded solemnly and flew back to Shen Lang's spirit beast bag.

The Immortal Demon Island was not far from the south of the sea, and Shen Lang flew towards the south.

Two monks were attracted one after another. Shen Lang still didn't know what the purpose of these two people was, and whether there were other monks on the island, so he was extremely wary. In the battle just now, Shen Lang was somewhat exhausted, but he still retained his fighting power. There is still a small part of the Dutian Hunyuan Demonic Light left in the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella. Once it is shot out, it will be enough to kill ten or twenty ordinary Nascent Soul Stage monks instantly.

So Shen Lang has enough confidence and confidence.

Not long after, the Immortal and Demonic Island was in front of him. Shen Lang shrank his eyes. His consciousness was so powerful that he noticed the trace of the monk in the center of the island from a distance, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.

There was a group of Nascent Soul monks outside the cave in the central valley of the island. These monks were ordered by the lame old man to guard this place, so no one left. They didn't know what was going on, and they didn't realize that Shen Lang was spying on them with his spiritual consciousness.

Shen Lang once took a Dream Fruit, and now his spiritual consciousness is 10% or 20% stronger than that of ordinary monks in the late Nascent Soul. Monks whose spiritual consciousness is stronger than the other party at a certain level can avoid being discovered by the other party while spying on the other party. .

There are eleven Nascent Soul stages in total, all of them are in the middle Nascent Soul stage.

With Shen Lang's current cultivation strength, it would be easy to deal with these middle-stage Nascent Soul monks.

"Nine Transformations of Blood Spirit!"

The golden dragon pattern on his arm rose in golden light, and Shen Lang transformed into the form of a huge golden-horned dragon and flew towards the center of the valley of Fairy Demon Island.

The group of Nascent Soul Stage monks who were guarding outside the cave in the center of the valley couldn't help but gasped when they saw a golden-horned dragon with a terrifying aura flying suddenly from the sky.

"Which demon clan are you from? What are you doing here?"

The leader, an old man in green robe who was at the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage, panicked and immediately shouted at the golden dragon in the sky.

"I'm here to kill you!"

The golden dragon opened its fangs and spit out a storm of golden blades.

"ah!!!"

The old man in green robe was killed by the golden blade storm before he could activate his magic weapon defense. The other monks were scared to death and offered their magic weapons one after another.

The golden dragon went crazy and swung its giant blade-like tail. A storm of golden blades swirled around the dragon's scales, directly chopping the bodies of the two Nascent Soul monks into pieces.