Godly Dragon Guard

The monks just felt that Shen Lang was unfamiliar, so they took a look at him. Seeing that Shen Lang was just a late-stage god-transformation monk, the monks didn't pay much attention.

This kind of cultivation in the late stage of divine transformation is common among the younger generation in the land of Nanyuan. In layman's terms, it's standard.

Generally, the top powerful masters in Nanyuan will train their children or disciples to reach the peak level of god transformation, and deliberately do not break through the Void Refining Stage, in order to make them wait for the Goddess Tomb to be opened once a thousand years.

Therefore, the cultivators present at the peak of their spiritual transformation are the ones that all the cultivators are paying attention to.

There will be no hidden dangers for human monks at the peak of divine transformation who deliberately do not break through the Void Refining Stage, and if conditions permit, not only will there be no harm, but they will also be able to live longer.

After all, once a human monk enters the Void Refining Stage, his lifespan is basically fixed, with 6,000 years being the limit.

Therefore, if human cultivators at the peak of divine transformation do not break through, they can live longer. Of course, monks in the Transformation Stage have a lifespan limit. If they do not break through the Void Refining Stage before their physical body ages, they will have no chance of being in the Void Refining Stage in this life.

Just as Shen Lang was about to close his eyes and rest his mind, he suddenly heard bursts of ethereal, melodious music coming from the horizon in the distance.

On the horizon to the north, a huge glazed treasure car was slowly flying towards the foot of the Goddess Peak.

The treasure car is like a gorgeous open-air attic, made up of glazed jade stones. It is inlaid with various crystals, pearls and jade. The front of the car is carved with dragons and flying phoenixes, which is ingenious.

In the treasure car, there are seven beautiful women wearing colorful skirts and splendid clothes, holding Yaoqin in their arms, holding Dongxiao, snare drum and other musical instruments around their waists, playing light and ethereal music.

A young man wearing a white robe and an evil face sat on a jade chair directly above the treasure car, leisurely sipping wine and enjoying the music. Two beautiful maids were waiting beside him to pat his back. shoulder.

As soon as the glazed treasure car appeared, there was a commotion at the foot of Goddess Peak.

"The top-grade prehistoric spiritual treasure, the glazed seven-treasure chariot!"

"That's Leng Tianshuang, the son of Beileng Taoist!"

"Tsk, tsk, you are worthy of being the son of a Mahayana monk. What a grand ceremony!"

For a while, there was a buzz of discussion at the foot of the Goddess Peak. It seemed that the evil man in white robe on the glazed car was a big shot.

"The son of Beileng Taoist?"

Hearing the discussion around him, Shen Lang opened his eyes. Taoist Beileng is one of the seven Mahayana monks in Nanyuan, ranking fifth in strength. ^

Shen Lang glanced at the evil man on the glass-colored treasure car. This monk named Leng Tianshuang had the cultivation of the peak of God Transformation, and the aura exuding from his body was obviously stronger than most of the monks present.

The same cultivators in the transformation stage can have huge differences in strength. For example, a late-stage spiritual transformation monk who is unknown and has not inherited a good inheritance, and a late-stage spiritual transformation monk who has practiced top mental skills and magical powers, the strength of the two can be very different.

Just like Shen Lang, it is absolutely no problem to fight one against ten in the same realm. Although Shen Lang has great self-confidence, those powerful heirs and disciples should not be underestimated.

Shen Lang silently wrote down the appearance of this monk named Leng Tianshuang.

Leng Tianshuang's style was very high-profile, so he stopped the glazed Qibao car at the foot of the Goddess Peak and continued to sip the wine and enjoy the performance of the maids.

This scene attracted the envious looks of many young monks at the foot of the mountain. The number of monks in the land of Nanyuan is too few, and the number of female monks is even worse than that of giant pandas. Leng Tianshuang must have lived a very comfortable life with so many maids accompanying her.

"Young Master Leng, your arrogance is quite grand!"

A young man in red robe holding a folding fan flew forward and smiled at Leng Tianshuang.

The young man in red robe who spoke looked quite arrogant, as if he knew Leng Tianshuang very well. This man is the son of Long Zhan, the sixth-ranked Mahayana monk in Nanyuan, and his real name is Long Quan.

"Tsk, isn't this Mr. Long? It's been so long!"

Leng Tianshuang seemed to have trouble with Long Quan, and said with a smile.

"Sure enough, Young Master Leng will enjoy it. These maids of yours are good-looking. Can you give some to Long? Long will naturally pay a satisfactory price." Long Quan patted the folding fan and said with a smile.

Leng Tianshuang smiled dryly and said: "The dignified Young Master Long still lacks these maids? Haha, you can also ask Leng to give up a few maids. How about exchanging them with the treasures of heaven and earth that you found in the tomb of the goddess?"

Long Quan heard the sarcasm in Leng Tianshuang's words, and he chuckled: "If you don't want, Master Leng, you can just say it. Why make such a joke! How can a plaything like a maid compare with the treasures of heaven and earth in the tomb of the goddess?" Compare."

The words just fell.

In the northern sky, another extremely conspicuous black light flew.

I saw a young man in a black robe with long hair stepping on a pitch black giant sword. A creepy black air was swirling around him for a thousand meters, flying rapidly towards the foot of the Goddess Peak.

The aura emanating from the black-robed young man and the pitch-black giant sword at his feet was like a huge wave, and everyone at the foot of the mountain was suffocated by the huge evil aura!

"It's Mr. Evil Shadow!"

"Master Evil Shadow is here!"

"Holy crap, that's the ultimate ancient spiritual treasure, the Demon Sword Shengxie!"

Seeing the young man in black robe flying towards the sky with a huge sword under his feet, the monks at the foot of Goddess Peak exploded their nest, pointing at the young man in black robe flying towards him and the magic sword at his feet, and started talking. This young man in black robe is called Xie Ying, and is well known in the land of Nanyuan. He is known as the most powerful young man in Nanyuan! He is also the son of the most powerful person in the late Mahayana period in the land of Nanyuan, "The Evil King of Deterrence".

It is rumored that Xie Ying is extremely talented and has the "Devil Body" ranked eighth among the top 100 physiques. He broke through the stage of becoming a god before he was a hundred years old, and he was already a monk at the peak of becoming a god at the age of two hundred!

This person is extremely powerful and can even compete with monks in the early stage of Void Refining!

The Demon Sword Shengxie under his feet is the ultimate ancient spiritual treasure! Shen Lang could feel the strong evil aura emanating from the magic sword under the black-robed young man's feet from a distance, which even made the Shengyang war energy in his body restless.

Shen Lang was secretly stunned. The son of Nanyuan's powerful old monster was so different from the ordinary monks in the ancient spiritual world. He could actually possess the best prehistoric spiritual treasure! This is too rich.

You know, the best prehistoric spiritual treasure is something that can only be encountered but cannot be sought. Even the monks in the integration stage will regard it as a treasure.

Although the Demon Sword Shengxie at the feet of the young man in black robes is a top-grade prehistoric spirit treasure, it is not yet at the level of a heavenly spirit treasure.

However, once entering the tomb of the goddess, affected by the power of the law, no monk can use the magic weapon. Even if he has the best ancient spiritual treasure, he will not be able to exert its power.

"Evil Shadow! This guy is indeed here."

Long Quan narrowed his eyes and felt deep fear in his heart.

Leng Tianshuang on the side shouted: "Master Xieying, do you want to come and have a drink?"

The evil figure in black robe ignored Leng Tianshuang's call and flew to the foot of the mountain on one side. He sat with his eyes closed and his face was cold.

The author has something to say PS: Sorry, the update is late today. If the third chapter isn't out before 12:30, I'll watch it tomorrow morning.