Godly Dragon Guard

"This... I'm afraid it won't work." Shen Lang shook his head.

Feng Qingyue frowned: "Why? The Ghost King's Seal should be of little use to fellow Taoists, right?"

"Having said that, the Ghost King's Seal was given to me by Brother Gu Yue. It's really not easy to trade this thing. Please forgive me, Saint!" Shen Lang said, cupping his fists.

Feng Qingyue thought Shen Lang wanted to take the opportunity to raise the price, so she frowned and said, "I heard that Fellow Daoist Shen has four wearable Hunyuan magic weapons on his body. Is this possible?"

Shen Lang's heart skipped a beat and he nodded: "That's true."

"Then, Fellow Daoist Shen, you might as well guess what I am wearing?"

The corners of Feng Qingyue's mouth curved, revealing a seductive smile.

The red skirt on her upper body immediately turned into a white skirt, then a black skirt, a feather coat, a scale coat, and finally a golden armor, exuding a gorgeous glow.

"It's Hunyuan Armor."

Shen Lang said calmly.

In fact, he had already noticed that the red skirt Feng Qingyue was wearing was the Hunyuan Armor. The Hunyuan Armor could be transformed into any style of clothing and was no different from ordinary clothes when worn on the body.

"That's right! As long as Fellow Daoist Shen is willing to hand over the Ghost King's Seal, this Hunyuan armor on my body will be yours." Feng Qingyue said with a chuckle.

Shen Lang was really moved. Now he only lacks one piece of Hunyuan armor, and he has gathered five wearable Hunyuan magic weapons.

Although the Ghost King's Seal is one of the keys to the Heavenly Secret Scroll, how easy is it to gather all the keys by yourself? It is indeed not as practical as exchanging Hunyuan armor.

But after thinking about it, Shen Lang still held back.

This treasure was given to him by Gu Yue. If he changed it and exchanged it for other treasures, it would seem that he looked down on Gu Yue. What's more, if Liu Yunmeng wakes up and learns about this, he will definitely curse himself to death.

"No, I'm sorry Shen can't agree to this!"

Shen Lang clasped his fists, and then added: "Shen really needs the Hunyuan Armor. If the saint wants to trade this thing, I can give you twenty top-quality prehistoric spiritual treasures in exchange for this thing!"

Feng Qingyue's pretty face was slightly startled, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she said twenty top-quality prehistoric spiritual treasures? This guy is too wealthy!

"This saint has a noble status and is not short of treasures of this level. Fellow Daoist Shen, this saint is kind to you, but you don't know how to praise me. Do you really think you can keep this ghost king's seal?"

Feng Qingyue's attitude instantly became cold, and there was even a hint of threat in her tone.

Shen Lang's face darkened and he said indifferently: "It doesn't seem to be the saint's business whether you can hold on or not? If the saint has nothing else to do, Shen will leave first."

After saying that, Shen Lang was about to get up and leave.

If nothing else, he is too lazy to talk nonsense with this saint. There is more than one piece of Hunyuan armor, so I may not have a chance to get it in the future.

"stop!"

Feng Qingyue gave a sweet shout and called out to Shen Lang.

"What other advice does the saint have?" Shen Lang looked back at Feng Qingyue and asked calmly.

"Smelly man, do you really think this is a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?"

Feng Qingyue's beautiful eyes froze, and she immediately took out a piece of black talisman paper from her arms and crushed it!

The black talisman turned into a black chain, flying towards Shen Lang among the lightning and flint.

"not good!"

Shen Lang didn't have time to take precautions before he was tightly bound by black chains and fell to the ground.

The black chain contained unimaginable power, like hundreds of mountains oppressing his body from all directions, making it difficult to move.

"Holy girl, what do you mean?" Shen Lang's face turned earthy, and his anger surged.

"Hahaha!"

Feng Qingyue smiled brightly, with a hint of contempt at the corner of her mouth: "This is the best heavenly talisman 'Black Lin Lock'. Once trapped by this talisman, unless you are a Mahayana monk, you will never be able to break free."

Shen Lang frantically broke free from the black chains, but the black chains were like maggots on the tarsal bones, and instead, they imprisoned him tighter and tighter!

At the same time, Shen Lang also found that the flow of spiritual power in his body had slowed down significantly.

"Don't waste your strength. Smelly man, the tea you drank before was already poisoned by this saint. This is a rare curse poison. Even the Mahayana monks who accidentally took this poison were poisoned. You can't use your spiritual power. As for you, you are only in the early stages of integration, so you don't have to struggle anymore."

It was precisely because Feng Qingyue obtained Shen Lang's information that she took a two-pronged approach.

Seeing that this man was successfully attacked, Feng Qingyue secretly rejoiced. It seemed that the rumors were just exaggerations. How could a mere early-stage integration monk be so powerful?

"You...you have already planned it?"

Shen Langqi's face turned livid. It turned out that from the moment he stepped into the hall, he had been plotted by the saint of the Wind Ghost Clan.

The cup of tea was poisoned, which meant that the saint just wanted to kill people and seize the treasure. Those words about transactions are completely deceiving yourself.

"Smelly man, if you had just handed over the Ghost King's Seal honestly, this saint might have saved your life. Now, don't blame this saint for being cruel!"

"We have no grudges, why do you need to harm me? Since you know my identity, why don't you give Gu Yue Ghost Emperor some face?" Shen Lang gritted his teeth.

"What Gu Yue Ghost Emperor is, he's just a dying monk. Do you really think that our Wind Ghost Clan will take Gu Yue Ghost Emperor seriously? What a joke! Smelly man, accept your fate, the Ghost King's Seal and the four wearable Hunyuan magic weapons This saint will accept it."

Feng Qingyue showed a proud smile, moved her steps lightly, and walked to Shen Lang's side.

"Poisonous woman, don't be happy too soon!"

Shen Lang let out a violent roar, and the nine nine-color bone rings on his hand appeared.

He is protected by the Holy Sun's war energy. Even if he is poisoned by the curse, the spiritual power in his body has not completely stagnated. There is no problem in activating the nine-color bone ring.

A trace of nine-color divine light was extracted by Shen Lang and transformed into a huge amount of five-element spiritual power.

"Bang!"

A massive amount of Five Elements spiritual power poured into his body, and Shen Lang instantly regained his fighting strength.

"Nine Star Swords!"

With a loud shout, the Nine Star Swords appeared in front of Shen Lang and turned into a large number of sword shadows, instantly chopping up the surrounding space.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The endless rolling sword shadow space shattered the black lin locks that bound Shen Lang, and the black chains instantly shattered into pieces.

"Ah! No...impossible, weren't you struck by Feng Jue San? Why can you still use your magical power to attack!"

Seeing Shen Lang suddenly using his strange magical power to smash the black linsuo, Feng Qingyue was so frightened that her face turned pale and she took a few steps back.

"The Holy Lady doesn't have to worry about this. Lock of Heaven!"

Shen Lang's expression was extremely gloomy, and the golden chain pattern on his arm swelled with golden light, and a golden chain flew out, turning into a golden dragon shadow.

"Tianlingbao!"

Feng Qingyue took a breath of cold air and tried to activate the magic weapon for defense, but it was already too late.

This time Shen Lang turned against the guest, and the lock of heaven turned into a golden dragon shadow, binding Feng Qingyue tightly.

Feng Qingyue fell to the ground. Seeing Shen Lang approaching step by step, her pretty face turned pale and she cried out: "You... what do you want to do?"

The previous arrogance and contempt of this Saint of the Wind Ghost Tribe disappeared completely, and her beautiful face was full of horror.

"Holy girl, you have the nerve to ask me what I want to do? You almost killed me just now, and now I want to take revenge!"

Shen Lang laughed ferociously and rushed forward like a wild beast, preparing to strip off Feng Qingyue's Hunyuan armor first.