Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang followed the coffin palace lantern and entered the golden space revealed by the ancient Buddha stone slab.

"Whoosh!"

Shen Lang felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes.

The next moment, he came to a snowy ice field, surrounded by white snow, heavy snowfall, howling cold wind, and the indescribable force of extreme cold mixed with the wind and snow.

A blizzard blew, and Shen Lang's vision was severely blocked. The severe cold air invaded his whole body, and his body seemed to be frozen. His body was extremely stiff and extremely uncomfortable.

"This... is the Mongolian Realm?"

While Shen Lang rolled up the Nine Immortals True Fire to keep out the cold, he looked around the snow-capped mountains with a look of surprise on his face.

The scene in the Mongolian Realm was completely different from what Shen Lang had imagined. Unexpectedly, it was actually a frozen world!

The sky was gray, and heavy snow continued to fall. The snowflakes were flying like catkins. They were not so much snowflakes as the crystallization of cold marrow with energy compressed to the extreme. It was extremely cold.

Even though his physical body is as strong as Shen Lang's, he can't withstand the extremely cold atmosphere in the space. Jiumei True Fire has little ability to dispel the cold.

Shen Lang's whole body erupted with dazzling golden light and ghostly light, and quickly condensed the immortal holy armor. With the defensive power of the immortal holy armor, he could barely withstand the extremely cold atmosphere raging in the space.

That's this moment.

"Ho ho ho!!!"

The roars of countless ferocious spirits came from the sky, and those extremely ferocious roars made people's hearts tremble with fear!

Shen Lang suddenly felt that there seemed to be thousands of qi machines in the sky locked on him, and his scalp suddenly felt numb.

The next moment, a jaw-dropping scene quickly appeared.

Thousands of ferocious demon souls flew out of the snowy sky, including the bull-headed demon soul with two horns on its head, the yaksha with two wings on its back, the six-winged dragon, and the demon with a ferocious face. spirit……

These demon souls were filled with resentment and roared ferociously. After feeling the breath of the stranger below, they opened their mouths and flew towards Shen Lang on the snow.

"Tsk!"

Seeing these huge demon souls and monsters suddenly attacking, Shen Lang smacked his lips and his face became a little ugly. He could feel the powerful aura exuded by these evil spirits. I am afraid they are only strong but not weak!

How come there are so many evil spirits in this world?

"Moon-Burning Demonic Light!"

Shen Lang didn't have time to think too much, so he had to grit his teeth, hold his hands up to the sky, and try his best to hit out the Moon-Burning Demonic Light.

Suddenly, dark purple magic flames as bright as the blazing sun shot out from Shen Lang's palm, and the burst of purple light was like the stars and the moon exploding, illuminating the entire sky in an instant!

Wherever the magic light passed, everything was rendered into dark purple, and the terrifying energy fluctuations seemed to contain the power of destruction, blasting towards the evil spirits falling from the sky.

"Boom boom boom!"

The moon-burning demonic light hit these evil spirits, and a roaring and explosive sound erupted that shook the earth.

"Ho ho ho!"

Countless evil spirits let out tragic screams, obviously suffering heavy losses. Shen Lang's Moon-Burning Demonic Light seemed to be incredibly powerful, but only dozens of evil spirits were defeated by the magic light.

The injured evil spirits became more ferocious and violent, and pounced on Shen Lang.

Shen Lang's attack attracted more demon souls and ghosts above the snow-capped mountains. More and more evil spirits came to the area where Shen Lang was. In just a few breaths, there were actually more evil spirits above the snow-capped mountains. Four or five times!

The overwhelming demon souls were like locusts, surrounding Shen Lang.

"Damn it!"

Shen Lang's face was as pale as earth, and he greatly aroused the power of the demonic seed in his body. Behind him appeared the phantom of the Shura Demonic God with three heads and eight arms. The eight giant palms worked together to shoot out the overwhelming moon-burning demonic light to resist the attacks from all directions. The evil spirit.

Not to be outdone, these evil spirits saw that it was difficult to get close to him, so they opened their mouths and spit out various magical powers such as thunder, storms, flames, and beams, and attacked Shen Lang crazily.

There were so many evil spirits that Shen Lang couldn't resist them for a while. He tried to use the Immortal Killing Sword, but was shocked to find that the Immortal Treasure in his body could not be freely summoned!

The Mongolian Realm seems to be shrouded in the power of a unique law, and Shen Lang is unable to sacrifice the Immortal Treasure!

In desperation, Shen Lang had no choice but to transform into the form of the Shura Demon God, as if shooting out the moon-burning demonic light, and blasted away at the evil spirits around him.

"Boom boom boom!"

An earth-shaking roar erupted from the snow-capped mountains, and the huge movement attracted more evil spirits, which charged at Shen Lang.

The combat power of these evil spirits is extremely exaggerated. The combined attack power of several evil spirits can be comparable to the Great Luo Jinxian!

Faced with the siege of countless evil spirits, Shen Lang struggled for a while before showing signs of losing his hold.

He tried to retreat, but he couldn't get rid of these evil spirits, and he had a headache for a while.

The power of the Mongolian Law has great restrictions on the monks. Being here, Shen Lang can't escape at all, so he has to bite the bullet and resist.

"Damn it, could this world be an interface where evil spirits are wreaking havoc?"

Shen Lang cursed in his heart, he really didn't understand why Meng Jie was like this.

Just when he was about to have enough, a glaze-colored light flashed in the gray sky, flying quickly towards Shen Lang on the snow.

"It's a coffin palace lantern!"

The Shura Holy Eyes between Shen Lang's brows locked on the glazed ball of light, and his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a glimmer of hope.

In the blink of an eye, a ball of glazed light fell from the sky and landed in front of Shen Lang. It was the coffin palace lantern burning with glazed flames.

"Buzz buzz!"

The coffin palace lantern released a dazzling glass holy light. The evil spirits retreated one after another after being illuminated by the holy light. Their emotions suddenly calmed down and they no longer attacked Shen Lang.

Within a few breaths, all the evil spirits that besieged Shen Lang gave up their attacks and retreated in all directions.

Seeing the evil spirits on all sides retreating, Shen Lang let out a long breath and immediately bowed to the coffin palace lantern with the holy light shining in front of him: "Finally saved, thanks to the lamp-burning Buddha for his help!"

If a coffin palace lantern had not appeared in time, he would have died in this snowy mountain sooner or later.

"No need to say thank you. As the envoy of the Mongolian Realm, I have to protect you. The space in the Mongolian Realm is not stable, and I just spent some time looking for you. Fortunately, you are safe and sound."

The coffin palace lantern floating in mid-air emits a kind voice, which is the voice of the ancient Buddha who burned the lantern.

Shen Lang couldn't help but ask: "May I ask the ancient Buddha Randen, why are there so many evil spirits in the Mongolian world?"

Randen Ancient Buddha said frankly: "Although I am a messenger from the Mongolian Realm, the memory left behind by this remnant soul's will is not complete. I don't know what happened in the Mongolian Realm, but I can barely speculate."

"In the Hunyuan Era, the purpose of creating the Mongolian Realm by the True Ancestor Wu Shi was probably not to build a 'refuge', but mostly to kill the enemies who invaded the outer realm of the Immortal Realm."

"The True Ancestor Wu Shi led the enemy troops into the Mongolian Realm at the cost of his own life, and then perished with them. These souls wandering in the Mongolian Realm may be the dead souls from the great war in the Hunyuan Era."