"Do you want Tianshuiling? Go dream!" The old demon Fengyue was furious.

"Hmph, Fengyue Old Demon, I will give you ten breaths to consider.

A Tianshui bell is exchanged for the lives of the three of you, you can think clearly about it yourself.

"The real person Qingyang sneered without fear.

He expected that the three people from the Hehuan Sect would not dare to fight with them. Even if they fought, they would definitely win.

If you really want to fight with the other party for life and death, you have to waste your energy if you want to take down these three people. At that time, it will definitely affect your treasure hunt in the Soul Burial Mountain.

Therefore, the Qingyang Zhenren is not greedy, but just proposed to ask the old demon Fengyue to hand over the Tianshuiling. It would be best if he could force this person to hand over the treasure without any effort.

"Damn it, you're so cunning!" The old demon Feng Yue scolded the 18th generation of Qingyang's ancestors in his heart, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

If it weren't for encountering these southern monks in the middle of the canyon, the old demon Fengyue would be full of confidence. Even if his side was not capable of the enemy, it would be no problem to escape.

But in the middle of the canyon, there are space cracks everywhere in the sky, and the innate divine light of separation and reunion wandering around.

Dare to fly quickly is definitely a quest for death! If the body is destroyed, I am afraid that the Nascent Soul will not be able to escape.

The old demon Fengyue regretted it a little. He should have trusted Zhang Daoling and entered the Soul Burial Mountain with everyone, but now he has encountered this mess.

If you really want to fight with your face, you will definitely lose your opponent! If you say you hand over Tianshuiling, you will not be able to swallow this tone even if you die.

"Qingyang, if you want my Tianshuiling, it's almost the same thing to kneel down and beg me! Anyway, I don't have much life span, so I can't kill you today," said the old demon Fengyue roaring angrily.

The other two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators of the Hehuan Sect also showed a hint of cruelty in their eyes.

Although the cultivators of Hehuan Sect have a bad reputation, they have good courage.

Seeing that the other party was not ready to surrender, Master Qingyang's face was a little gloomy and said, "Since that's the case, then die!" As soon as the voice fell, both sides sacrificed magic weapons one after another, and the sword was tense.

Just then.

"Qingyang old dog, mad old dog, haha, it's really a narrow road for enemies. I actually bumped into you again!" A sarcastic sneer came from the woods behind.

"Who is the villain, dare to scold me!" The Mad Venerable was furious.

Everyone's faces changed and they all looked in the sound.

I saw a young man in a white robe, who described a ghostly galloping from the woods.

The young man in white robe was not Shen Lang. Su Ruoxue followed closely behind, and the two of them flashed and appeared in front of everyone.

"Shen Lang?" The old demon Feng Yue's eyes lit up, revealing an incredible expression.

He took two Nascent Soul-stage monks from Hehuan Sect to travel at full speed until he arrived at the foot of the Burial Soul Mountain.

It is really incredible that just two early-stage cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage can reach the foot of the Burial Soul Mountain so quickly.

Shen Lang is quite strong and may help him resolve the crisis! "Shen Lang, it's you!" The faces of Zhenren Qingyang and others changed drastically, and they were wondering whether they had seen hallucinations for a moment.

Not only did this kid not run away, did he follow him all the way? If that were true, this kid was too brave! "I, fuck, how is this possible!" The old face of the Mad Venerable's old face was a little distorted.

He clearly used the glass cup to attack the five-colored divine light, killing Shen Lang halfway.

After only a few days of fucking, this turtle girl was actually jumping around again, as if she had nothing to do.

This made the Mad Venerable wonder whether his glass cup was broken.

"My wife surnamed Chen, you dare to show up!" Qingyang Zhenren pointed at Shen Lang angrily, his old face twisted.

Before, they chased Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue like mad dogs, but were run away by the man and woman.

Zhenren Qingyang was furious about this matter. He never dreamed that this pair of dogs and women would dare to chase after him and appear in front of him on their own initiative. It was such a great shame! Didn’t the Black-robed Ancestor go to chase and kill the couple? Why would he let them escape? Zhenren Qingyang was also a little confused.

Shen Lang smiled coldly: "Why don't you dare? Qingyang old dog, don't think that I will be slaughtered by you. Today I will let you suffer!" "You!" Qingyang was so angry that he couldn't speak, and his veins bulged on his forehead.

He had seen the crazy ones, but he had never seen the crazy ones that were as fierce as Shen Lang.

As a great monk in the late stage of Nascent Soul, the Qingyang Zhenren has always been arrogant. Ordinary Nascent Soul monks worship him. When have they ever been so angry? Fengyue Old Demon frowned, and he also felt that Shen Lang was too bragging. It was not that easy to make Qingyang old dog suffer.

"Shen Lang, don't underestimate this old man.

Since you are here, you may not be able to get rid of it. We will work together for the five of us to fight to a bloody road!" The old demon Fengyue had no time to say anything grateful, and directly sent a message to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang did not respond, but sent a voice to Su Ruoxue behind him, saying, "Xue'er, a war is inevitable, you retreat first.

"No, my injury has recovered almost. I will not drag you down. Believe me!" Su Ruoxue bit her teeth and said with a stubborn voice.

"All right.

"Seeing the woman showing this expression, Shen Lang had no choice but to agree.

"Little Zazi, surnamed Chen, although I don't know how you avoided the pursuit of fellow Taoists from black robe, since you still dare to appear in front of me, I will definitely tear you into pieces!" The face of Qingyang Zhenren was extremely sinister, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"My Daoist in Black Robe? Haha, are you talking about the Black Robe Ancestor? Sorry, that garbage has been killed by me!" Shen Lang grinned and stretched out his hand. The Sun God Bow appeared in his hand, with golden light shining and spiritual power being impressed.

"It's the Sun God Bow of the Ghost Immortal Sect!" The Mad Venerable roared in dismay.

The faces of the Qingyang Zhenren and the other three Nascent Soul cultivators changed drastically. The Sun God Bow is also a well-known magic weapon in the southern continent. Anyone who is a Nascent Soul cultivator is basically aware of it.

The Sun God Bow is the most awesome magic weapon of the Black Robe Ancestor. It appears in Shen Lang's hands. This means... the Black Robe Ancestor has already hung up! The face of Qingyang Zhenren was ashen, and it was a little difficult to accept this fact.

Not only him, but also the Nascent Soul-stage monks of the Southern Land, such as the Madness Venerable, could not understand how two seriously injured people could kill the Black-Roof Ancestor and three Nascent Soul-stage monks? The Fengyue Old Demon and the Three Nascent Soul-stage monks of the Hehuan Sect were all looking at each other. Unexpectedly, Shen Lang had such great ability to actually kill the Black-Roof Ancestor in the canyon.

"I won't say much nonsense, come and fight!" Shen Lang's eyes narrowed, and nine thunder lightswords flew out of his cuffs and quickly rotated around him.

He didn't expect to run into the Qingyang Zhenren. Although the Hehuan Sect had a little bad reputation, it was still a force in the North Land and had supported him. Shen Lang had no reason to stand by and watch.

If he goes against five, he is confident that he has this strength.

Moreover, Shen Lang knew that Venerable Madness was basically a so-called man. This guy had spent his natal energy to activate the pseudo-precious spiritual treasure before. It was impossible to recover in a few days, and his combat power was probably less than half of his original one.
Chapter completed!