Godly Dragon Guard

"I was indeed the prison master once, but as for now... If the young master says yes, then that's it." The girl in the blood skirt looked at Shen Lang intently and said with a smile.

Shen Lang frowned and asked, "How do you say this? Is it possible that, girl, you are not the puppet guarding this tunnel of reincarnation?"

Even if the other prison masters look like normal monks, they are still more or less dull and mechanical, with low intelligence.

The girl in the blood skirt in front of her not only responded fluently, but also gave people a feeling of ice and snow intelligence.

As soon as these words came out, the girl in the blood skirt smiled and said: "Young Master is really smart. He can tell at a glance that the little girl is not one of those annoying puppets. To be precise, the little girl is a blood epiphyllum in the Pure Land. Because she has obtained reincarnation, Only with a trace of the will of the Heavenly Lord did he become a human body."

"In the past, the little girl volunteered to guard the Seventeenth Prison in order to repay Tianzun's great kindness. But since Tianzun's death, the little girl's duties have ended. Although she retains the name of Prison Master, she no longer has to perform the duties of Prison Master. "

The girl in the blood skirt added an explanation.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and never expected that the Wood Spirit Tribe actually existed in this underworld.

"Since the girl said this, she is no longer my enemy. I have something to ask the girl." Shen Lang clasped his fists respectfully.

Since the girl in the blood skirt claims that she is the flesh body of the hell flower, she must know the flower of the other side very well. Shen Lang wants to ask the girl in the blood skirt for information about the flower of the other side.

The corners of the girl's mouth in the blood skirt curved into a nice arc, and she said with a sweet smile: "Of course, I wonder what the young master would like to ask me?"

"Have you ever seen this kind of flower?"

The spiritual light surged in Shen Lang's palm, and the phantom of a flower from the other shore gradually condensed.

The Underworld Hell he entered in his soul body state could not bring over the Flower of the Other Side left by Su Ruoxue. At present, he could only use the spiritual power of chaos as a guide to perform the "shaping" technique to roughly restore the shape of the Flower of the Other Side. and breath.

The phantom of the Flower of the Other Shore that Shen Lang tried his best to restore, its surface exudes dots of blood, mixed with a hint of blood, it is gorgeous and strange.

Although it can't completely imitate the scent of the previous flower, it is at least 70-80% similar.

Shen Lang handed the flower of the other side that he had "created" with his chaotic spiritual power to the girl in the blood skirt, and asked: "Has the girl ever seen such a flower of the other side in hell?"

The girl in the blood skirt looked at it with interest for a few times, and then showed a look of surprise: "The little girl has seen the Flower of the Other Side in the Eighteenth Level of Hell, but she has never seen the Flower of the Other Side with this appearance and aura!"

The phantom of the other shore flower created by Shen Lang temporarily aroused her interest.

"This little girl has never heard of this kind of flower. I wonder where the young master discovered this kind of flower?" the girl in the blood skirt asked.

Shen Lang did not want to reveal too much information about Su Ruoxue and only said perfunctorily: "It's just a gift from a friend."

"By the way, girl, can you tell me where the flowers on the other side of hell are?" Shen Lang changed the topic and asked seriously.

The girl in the blood skirt explained: "The flower of the other shore is a special spiritual flower found only in the eighteenth level of hell. It is usually only found in the lowest level of hell. The flower of the other side in my garden is picked from the eighteenth level of hell."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang suddenly had an idea in his mind and asked: "It is said that there is another area at the bottom of the eighteenth level of hell. I wonder if there are other Bianhua flowers at the bottom of the eighteenth level of hell?"

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The girl in the blood skirt frowned: "The bottom of the eighteenth level of hell is the absolute ** of the Underworld Hell. In the past, except for the Samsara Heavenly Lord, no monks can enter this place, even the first generation master of your underworld. This is the case, little one. The woman doesn’t know if there are Hibiscus flowers there.”

"But, flowers of the other shore generally grow at the end of the interface of the first world. Compared with the eighteenth level of hell, the bottom of the eighteenth level of hell should be closer to the end of the interface. Since flowers of the other shore grow in the former, it is logically more likely that the latter Flowers from the other side will grow." The girl in the blood skirt analyzed and guessed.

"Thank you for letting me know, girl. It's been a big help."

Shen Lang respectfully cupped his fists to express his thanks.

According to this, he must go to the bottom of the eighteenth level of hell.

"Young master, you don't have to be polite."

The girl in the blood skirt smiled lightly.

"Then Shen will take his leave!"

Having said that, Shen Lang was about to fly out of this sea of ​​flowers and enter the reincarnation tunnel in the valley.

The girl in the blood skirt frowned and immediately raised a blood-colored petal, blocking Shen Lang's way. She pouted and said, "Master, don't leave in a hurry!"

Seeing that the surrounding space was wrapped in blood-colored petals, Shen Lang hurriedly explained: "I still have urgent matters to deal with. I have to leave. I hope the girl will let me go."

"Humph, wouldn't it be too unkind for the young master to leave right after asking the question?"

The girl in the blood skirt hummed, her expression very dissatisfied.

"After I've taken care of the emergency, I'll come back and thank the girl in person!"

Shen Lang cupped his fists and said.

The girl in the blood skirt stepped forward lightly and stopped in front of Shen Lang. She sighed quietly and said: "How do you know if the young master will come back after he leaves? Besides, the eighteenth level of hell is not that easy to break into. With the young master's cultivation level, , the probability of coming back alive is not high."

Although Shen Lang's soul power has reached the level of Luo Tianxian in the late stage, his own cultivation level is only in the middle stage of Luo Tianxian.

"Rather than put yourself in danger, sir, why don't you stay in this prison and accompany the little girl to relieve your loneliness?" The girl in the blood skirt gently pressed her slender hands on the mithril holy clothes on Shen Lang's chest, exhaling like blue, with a gesture that said Incredibly tempting.

She had been in hell for so long, and all she met were a bunch of crooked people. Although Shen Lang's appearance was not particularly handsome, he was still very handsome, and he exuded a deep and fierce temperament, which made her She was extremely fascinated.

Thousands of years ago, a living person also came to this place, but the other person's cultivation level reached the level of Da Luo Jinxian, and even the girl in the blood skirt did not dare to show up. Now that there is such a great opportunity, the girl in the blood skirt doesn't want to let Shen Lang go at all.

Seeing the bold behavior and words of the girl in the blood skirt, Shen Lang's eyelids twitched and he hurriedly took two steps back. He frowned and said, "Young lady, you are joking. I have something important to go to the 18th level of hell. I hope you will let me go!"

"Huh, since the gate of hell was closed, I have been bored here for more than a billion years. If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid I will die of old age. Now I finally meet such a handsome monk like the young master, how can I Can I let you go?"

The girl in the blood skirt was full of resentment and sneered evilly: "Let me capture you alive first, and then train you properly!"

As soon as the words fell, the slender hands of the girl in the blood skirt suddenly burst into blood light. From the blood light, overwhelming bloody thorns surged out, like a dragnet, swallowing Shen Lang away.

"Blood eyes tearing the sky!"

Shen Lang was immediately alert to the threat, and used the blood-piercing eyes between the lightning and flints. The Shura Holy Pupil at the center of his eyebrows spurted out a thick blood that covered the sky, and hit the incoming blood-colored thorns as dense as the waves. (To be continued)