Kryptonian cultivation, invincibility starts from opening the Demon Suppression Tower

Mi Jinglin paused and stared at Shen Lang.

"I was testing you to see how much potential you have. I didn't expect you to be so impulsive, reckless and ignorant. However, I can give you a chance now, as long as you are obedient and give up resistance."

"You have passed all these tests. I promise to let you become the most potential disciple of the Blood Sword Sect after you leave. Not only that, but the position of the leader of the Blood Sword Sect in the future will be yours. How about it? This is someone else's. A great opportunity that you can’t even ask for.”

When Shen Lang heard what the secret spirit said, he couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh. The laughter was full of sarcasm and disdain.

"You actually said such ridiculous words! How could I, Shen Lang, be deceived by your sweet words? I am not a blood person. After coming down from the ninth level of secret realm, don't you still know my identity and my ambitions? You Thinking that you can use these so-called temptations to make me give up my principles and beliefs is simply a fool’s errand!”

Shen Lang's eyes were as bright as a torch, staring closely at the secret realm spirit, and continued: "From the moment I stepped into this secret realm, I have never thought about relying on the gifts of others to achieve success. Every test I have experienced, every time Breakthroughs are all achieved with my own blood and sweat.”

"If you, a secret spirit like you, really have the ability to see through everything, you should understand that I, Shen Lang, will never give up my dignity and friendship for the sake of that illusory power and status!"

At this time, Shen Lang exuded an aura that could not be ignored, as if he would never give in even if he faced a more powerful enemy.

The secret spirit felt extremely bored when he saw Shen Lang being so determined. He frowned and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

He said coldly: "Huh, what a ungrateful guy! In that case, I will show you another way, let you marry my Blood Sword Sect, become my Blood Sword Sect's son-in-law, and enjoy endless glory and wealth from now on ,how?"

When Shen Lang heard this, his face was instantly covered with frost. He glared at the secret spirit and said in a cold tone: "Getting married into a wife? It's simply the most ridiculous thing in the world! I, Shen Lang, walk upright, sit upright, and make my way in the world on my own. , How could you do something so degrading to your dignity!”

The Secret Realm Spirit disagreed and continued: "Boy, you have to think clearly. This is a good thing that no one else can ask for. As long as you agree, you can reach the sky in one step from now on."

Shen Lang gritted his teeth and replied categorically: "I, Shen Lang, will never go against my true heart for the sake of profit! I will never accept your proposal!"

After several arguments, Secret Realm Spirit's attitude towards Shen Lang became increasingly cold, and his eyes that were originally filled with some expectation were now replaced by indifference.

"Shen Lang, don't be stubborn anymore. In this Blood Sword Sect, there are many disciples with outstanding talents, and you are one of them."

The voice of the Secret Realm Spirit seemed to come from the Nine Nether Abyss, cold and ruthless, "I originally thought you were a talent and felt sorry for you, but now it seems that you are nothing more than that."

Shen Lang glared angrily and refuted loudly: "You are such a cold-blooded and ruthless person, you don't understand what justice is and what friendship is! What crime did Wang Tingyi commit? Aren't you afraid of being punished by God when you are so indifferent to human life?"

The Secret Realm Spirit snorted coldly: "Humph, these are the rules of the Secret Realm, and no one can change them. Wang Tingyi failed to pass the test. He must die or die. This is his fate."

Xue Lingling couldn't help but cry: "Secret Realm Spirit, please be merciful and let Wang Tingyi go. He has worked very hard."

Xue Mengya also said eagerly: "Yes, you can't be so heartless and not give me a chance."

The secret spirit was unmoved and said coldly: "No need to say more, this is my territory, I have the final say."

Just when the murderous palm of the Secret Realm Spirit was about to crush Wang Tingyi to death, Shen Lang's eyes widened in an instant, and all the blood in his body seemed to boil at this moment, and his blood vessels trembled.

A mysterious and powerful force surged crazily in his body, and there seemed to be a strange induction guiding him.

At this moment, Wang Tingyi felt an unbearable huge pressure tightly wrapping himself, as if it was going to crush his soul.

His face was distorted by extreme pain, and a painful whimper came out of his throat: "Ah..." The voice was full of despair and helplessness.

Shen Lang's eyes spit fire and he shouted angrily: "Secret Realm Spirit, stop!"

Hearing this, the secret realm spirit stopped what he was doing.

He slowly turned his head, with a hint of contempt and ridicule on his face, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? Shen Lang, have you changed your mind? Have you figured out the conditions to accept me?"

However, before the secret realm spirit could finish his words, Shen Lang's figure was like lightning and he rushed over in an instant.

The blood sword in his hand burst out with dazzling light, and with an indomitable momentum, it stabbed towards the secret spirit with great speed.

The Secret Realm Spirit had no time to react before it was stabbed straight in the chest by Shen Lang's sudden sword.

His body trembled suddenly, blood spurted out from his mouth, and his whole body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.

"Pfft!" The Secret Realm Spirit fell heavily to the ground. He raised his head, his face full of shock and disbelief, and his voice trembled as he said: "You...you can actually beat me seriously? How is this possible? This is absolutely impossible. possible!"

But Wang Tingyi could no longer bear the tremendous pain, her vision went dark and she passed out.

Shen Lang held the blood sword and walked towards the secret spirit step by step.

His eyes were as cold as ice, his voice was full of determination and anger, and he said in a sonorous voice: "If you do too much evil, you will die. You crazy guy, today is your retribution! Even if I, Shen Lang, risk my life, I will never let you succeed!"

At this time, Shen Lang exuded an extremely powerful aura, which seemed to break through the clouds, shocking everyone present and making them stand there in a daze.

The secret realm spirit was furious, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth fiercely, stood up suddenly, and his eyes were as red as a burning fireball.

He stared at Shen Lang and roared hysterically: "Shen Lang, you ignorant boy, how dare you hurt me! I will make you pay an unbearable price for your recklessness!"

After that, the secret realm spirit danced wildly with his hands, and the airflow around him began to surge rapidly. The energy around him instantly gathered like a tide, forming a powerful storm that covered the sky and the sun.

The storm was mixed with lightning and thunder, as if it contained the power to destroy the world, and it swept towards Shen Lang fiercely.

Shen Lang showed no fear, his eyes burned with unyielding flames, and his hand holding the blood sword tightly turned white due to the force.

He raised his own strength to the extreme, his whole body radiated brilliant light, and he faced the fierce storm without hesitation.