Godly Dragon Guard

Yuan Tianzong's heart was in his throat and he shouted loudly: "Elder Shen, please be more careful!"

All the elders and disciples of the Seven Sacred Palaces looked nervous.

Although Shen Lang is already a powerful heavenly being, it would be ridiculous for him to want to single-handedly fight against the billion-strong army of Liusha Sect and Vajra Sect!

However, the Supreme Elder had made up his mind, so they could only silently pray that Shen Lang could show his power.

The moment Shen Lang rushed out of the Twelve Heaven Gate Formation, a silhouette of an old man in brocade clothes suddenly condensed in the sky above the Seven Saints Palace Square. It was the soul of the ancestor Tianying!

Although the physical body of Patriarch Tianying has changed beyond recognition, his spirit remains the same as before. He still maintains his previous tall figure. His body is still filled with a faint golden light, and a mysterious golden halo rises behind him. He is calm and powerful. amazing!

Yuan Tianzong was shocked, and immediately bowed to the soul of the ancestor Tianying and said: "I have seen the ancestor!"

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

All the elders and brothers of the Seven Sacred Palaces bowed and worshiped the ancestor Tianying in the sky.

"It's time like this. You don't have to worry about red tape. Get up quickly and be ready to fight at any time!" the ancestor of Tianying said in a deep voice.

"yes!"

The monks of the Seven Sacred Palaces stood up one after another and stood in formation.

"Ancestor, your body..." Yuan Tianzong frowned and initiated the message transmission.

Others don't know the situation of Patriarch Tianying, but Yuan Tianzong knows it clearly.

Ancestor Tianying's physical damage is extremely serious and his vitality has been exhausted. At this time, when his soul leaves his body, his physical body may not be able to support it and will directly die. The consequences can be imagined!

"This battle is about the life and death of our Seven Saint Palace. How can I not come? Anyway, I am an old man who only has a few years to live. Rather than cowering in the sect and waiting to die, it is better to have a vigorous battle!"

Ancestor Tianying, who looked down upon life and death, would rather die in battle than continue to live in silence.

Yuan Tianzong was in awe and said in a deep voice: "Ancestor, Elder Shen Lang has flown out of the formation. Do we want to assist Elder Shen?"

Although Shen Lang had not ordered them to intervene before, Yuan Tianzong always felt that Shen Lang was too confident, so he asked the ancestor of Tianying for his opinion.

"Since my disciple is full of confidence, we might as well wait and see what happens and wait and see how the situation changes. When Shen Lang formally confronts the other party, we will launch an attack again. When Shen Lang can no longer hold on, all the monks of the Seven Sacred Palace will attack in time. Fight out!"

The ancestor of Tianying stood in the sky, watching the golden flash flying towards the enemy, and said unhurriedly.

"good!"

Yuan Tianzong nodded slightly.

…

After Shen Lang rushed out of the Twelve Heaven Gate Formation, he turned into golden lightning and flew towards Yun Tianlin at a speed that was dizzying.

Wherever they passed, many monks from Liusha Sect and Vajra Sect tried to intercept Shen Lang, but they were all knocked away by Shen Lang's body.

The monk who was knocked away was like being hit by a rampaging mountain. At worst, he was knocked back and vomited blood; at worst, his flesh and blood flew everywhere, and he died on the spot!

Shen Lang rushed into the enemy army, as if entering a deserted area.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Lang arrived in front of Yuntian Lin, and a wave of air rose around him, repelling the monks who tried to get closer to him.

"who!"

Yun Tianlin, who was yelling at the top of his lungs, suddenly stopped shouting. His eyes were fixed on the flying Shen Lang, and he asked with a sinister expression: "Boy, who are you?"

"Yun Tianlin, your Grandpa Shen Lang is here, why don't you kowtow and salute!"

Shen Lang laughed ferociously and spoke sarcastically.

"Shen Lang, are you Shen Lang?"

When Yun Tianlin heard Shen Lang's name, his eyes widened and his expression suddenly became excited.

Seeing that the other party was so excited and didn't seem angry, Shen Lang was a little surprised: "What?"

"Boy, I accidentally let you escape more than two thousand years ago. I am still very upset about this matter. I didn't expect you to come to my door today. This is really a good thing!"

Yun Tianlin looked up to the sky and laughed, and sent a message to Shen Lang in an awe-inspiring manner: "Boy, obediently hand over the Purple Flame Snake Tooth Fire Tip Gun Spirit, and I will spare your life! Otherwise, you will be destroyed both physically and mentally!"

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows, how did Yun Tianlin know that he had the spirit of a fire-pointed spear?

Then I thought about it, Xuan Ming knew that he had a fire-tipped spear spirit, maybe Xuan Ming revealed this news to Yun Tianlin.

"Hahaha!"

Shen Lang laughed wildly, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth: "You are a piece of trash, but you also want to covet my fire-pointed gun spirit? How ridiculous!"

"Ignorant child, you are seeking death!"

Yun Tianlin was instantly angered and made a fist with one finger.

"Seventh level earthly magic, angry blood arrow!"

As Yuntian Lin shouted violently, dazzling blood spattered from his fingertips, condensing into a bloody arrow. The tip of the arrow was surrounded by densely twisted runes, containing considerable destructive power.

"call out!"

The bloody arrow flew towards Shen Lang's face with the force of piercing the clouds and cracking the rocks.

"You can also master such a crude skill?"

A contemptuous sneer appeared on Shen Lang's lips.

At the moment when the bloody arrow was about to hit his face, Shen Lang reached out his right hand with lightning speed, and the fingertips of his right hand firmly clamped the bloody arrow that broke through the air!

The bloody arrow was frozen about half an inch away from Shen Lang's face and could no longer move forward.

"No...impossible!"

Yun Tianlin's murderous face just now suddenly froze, and he stared at Shen Lang in horror and horror. He once wondered if he had seen an illusion!

Although this angry blood arrow is not Yuntianlin's killing move, its power is definitely much higher than the ordinary seventh-level earth immortal technique. No matter how powerful the earth immortal monk is, it is impossible to catch the angry blood arrow with his bare hands!

The next moment, an even more jaw-dropping scene appeared.

Shen Lang's fingers used a little force to clip off the bloody arrow! The broken arrow turned into a stream of bloody energy and disappeared with the wind.

The horrified Yun Tianlin finally realized that Shen Lang was not a soft persimmon, and immediately released his spiritual consciousness to explore Shen Lang's breath cultivation.

"You...you are a heavenly monk!"

Yun Tianlin exclaimed, staring at Shen Lang with disbelief, his face becoming extremely ugly.

He clearly remembered that more than two thousand years ago, this boy was not even an earthly immortal. How come he suddenly turned into a heavenly immortal master now?

"Haha, you're not blind!"

Shen Lang sneered and said with a stern expression: "No more nonsense. Yuntianlin, I am going to fight today just to take your life and avenge my master and the dead disciples of the Seven Saints Palace!"

Just at this moment, Zen Master Da Ri who was not far away seemed to have noticed the strange movement on Yun Tianlin's side. He immediately turned into a ray of light and flew towards him, floating down beside Yun Tianlin. His fat face looked at Shen Lang warily. , hurriedly sent a message to Yun Tianlin:

"Fellow Daoist Yun, what's going on? Didn't you say that there is only one Celestial Immortal monk, Yuan Tianying, in the Seven Saints Palace? Why is there another Celestial Immortal popping up now?"