Godly Dragon Guard

During the long years, Shen Lang seemed to have had a dream, a very short dream...

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Lang found himself standing in the tumbling clouds, with all living things at his feet and the sky and stars above his head.

"You're here again."

A deep voice reached Shen Lang's ears.

In front of him, a mass of black energy suddenly appeared, transforming into a black-haired young man wearing coarse linen clothes and a sheep skull mask.

The young man's back was turned to him, his black hair was windless, and his body exuded an extremely rich aura of coldness and terror.

"It's you...who are you?"

Shen Lang stared at the back of the black-haired young man wearing a sheep skull mask in front of him and asked through gritted teeth.

He had seen this figure wearing a sheep skull mask more than once, and Shen Lang seemed to feel that this person was inextricably linked to him.

In the final battle in the ancient spiritual world, it was this figure who saved him and killed Zhang Daoling, who was transformed into a fragment of the Tianji Guapan.

"I am you, you are not me, I am already dead. You coward is also dead now." The black-haired young man said something incomprehensible in a cold tone.

"What! I...I'm dead?"

After Shen Lang understood the last sentence, he couldn't help being surprised and subconsciously stretched out his hands.

I found that my hands had become illusory and unclear, and my body seemed to disappear at any time.

"Although you are dead, you are not completely dead yet. Shennong's blood wants to cleanse the breath of reincarnation in your body and touch the realm, so that I can appear in your soul consciousness. You are a coward who is lucky not to be killed again. Take it away in reincarnation.”

The black-haired young man turned his back to Shen Lang, with a hint of contempt in his tone.

"I don't understand any of this. I just want to know, what is the relationship between you and me? Who are you?" Shen Lang asked in confusion.

"My existence means nothing to you." The black-haired young man said indifferently.

This sentence seems to indicate that all explanations have no meaning to him.

Shen Lang felt unwilling and continued: "Since you don't want to say it, let me change the question. Why am I the Chosen One? Is this also fate? Will I eventually die like other Chosen Ones?"

"The truth in cultivation represents the true self in reincarnation. If you want to get out of reincarnation, you have to find the true self. Coward, seeing that you are so helpless, I will give you a hint, but that's all."

As soon as the black-haired young man finished speaking, a cloud of red mist suddenly floated beside him, transforming into a woman in a bloody dress.

The woman in the blood skirt has icy muscles and jade bones. She has a slender figure, a beautiful appearance, and exquisite facial features. She is holding a red flower of the other side in her sickly white hands.

The woman in the bloody skirt faced Shen Lang like a puppet, with a stiff and weird smile on her lips!

"Xue'er?"

Shen Lang was shocked, but quickly calmed down: "No, this is not Xue'er!"

The woman in the blood skirt holding the flower of the other side in her hands has a similar appearance to Su Ruoxue, but her temperament is too weird and terrifying, which is completely different from Su Ruoxue's temperament.

Just when Shen Lang didn't know what the black-haired young man meant, the black-haired young man suddenly stretched out his rough right hand and twisted the neck of the woman in the bloody skirt!

The head of the woman in the bloody dress was forcefully torn off, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the severed head.

At this moment, scarlet blood rain suddenly fell from the sky.

"No!!!"

Shen Lang's eyes widened, his heart suddenly felt a strong tingling sensation, and he let out a hysterical roar.

He flew forward and caught the fallen head of the woman in the bloody dress.

Shen Lang knelt down in the clouds, holding the head of the woman in the bloody dress with both hands. The blood-stained face still maintained a stiff and weird smile, and blood was still pouring out from the wound where the head was severed.

The heart-stopping smile of the woman in the blood skirt made Shen Lang feel inexplicably sad. This feeling was beyond words.

Shen Lang's heart was filled with boundless violence, anger, murderous intent, and hatred. He glared at the black-haired young man in front of him, and was about to ask him why he did this.

The body of the young man in black robe instantly turned into a black mist and gradually dissipated.

"Pathetic coward, your life has no meaning to you."

After saying these meaningful words, the black fog completely dissipated, and there was no more blood rain in the sky.

The head of the woman in the bloody dress that Shen Lang held in his hands turned into the head of a rough puppet!

Not only that, the body of the woman in the blood skirt has turned into a puppet. The puppet's body has become rotten and fester, making it hideous and ugly.

"What on earth is this..."

Shen Lang sat on his knees on the ground, at a loss.

Somehow, he felt that the young man in black robe was not deliberately fooling him, but what did all this mean?

He doesn't understand!

Shen Lang only felt like a flag on a chessboard, helpless and sad.

…

During the long years, Meier quietly sat in front of the spring, practicing breathing and breathing. Accompanying Shen Lang every day, the morning dew and sunset are so close to each other.

One hundred thousand years have passed, and even though the world will not grow old, the seas and rocks will rot, and the stars will change.

During these hundred thousand years, Mei'er watched the broken body in the spring with her own eyes, and her soul power was recovering bit by bit. It took 50,000 years for Shen Lang's broken body to begin to be repaired bit by bit.

As the remaining body slowly repaired, Shen Lang's body actually swallowed and absorbed the Innocent Divine Spring.

In the long period of time that followed, Shen Lang's body continued to absorb the Wugou Divine Spring. Every time it absorbed part of the spring water, part of Shen Lang's body would recover.

Seeing Shen Lang's physical body really recovering bit by bit, Mei'er was ecstatic and worked harder to practice and train herself.

He hoped that he could break through to the immortal realm before Shen Lang woke up and impress men.

Meier's efforts were not in vain. Taking advantage of the unique training conditions of the Great Holy Peak, she successively broke through the late stage of Earth Immortal and the peak of Earth Immortal. In the 50,000th year, she broke through her own bottleneck and reached the level of Celestial Immortal!

If it were in the outside world, the time to attack the realm of immortals would take at least ten times longer, or even dozens of times longer! This is the colorful divine phoenix's extraordinary talent. If replaced by ordinary earthly immortal monks, most Qiuji would not be able to break through to the realm of heavenly immortals in their lifetime.

After breaking through to the level of Celestial Immortal, Meier did not stop and continued to practice hard. Finally, in the 90,000th year, she achieved her wish and broke through to the middle stage of Celestial Immortal!

During this period, Shen Lang's body was also constantly absorbing and devouring Wu Gu's body.

Finally, one hundred thousand years later, Shen Lang completely returned to its original appearance, and he absorbed all of the Innocent Divine Spring in the Great Holy Peak, leaving not a drop left.

Shen Lang's soul power has completely returned to normal, and the vitality and vitality of his physical body have also recovered at a slow speed. It will still be difficult to wake up for a while.

One hundred thousand years have passed, and Meier's face is as beautiful as yesterday, and her figure is thin. There is a kind of morbid persistence in her eyes, almost all the time she is looking forward to Shen Lang waking up. (To be continued)