The two disciples of the gate have the cultivation level of the late stage of foundation building.

Shen Lang said without changing his face: "Elder Wanming has something important to me and ask me to tell the palace master! Two senior brothers, please open the palace gate and let me in. There is indeed an urgent matter to tell the palace master."

He casually made up a reason, "Elder Wanming is an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in Ziyang Palace."

"This..." The two gatekeepers looked at me and looked at you, and they were a little hesitant. One of the gatekeepers frowned and said, "Elder Wanming is not in the sect. How could he ask you to do things in the early stage of foundation building? How can we know you said

Is it true or false?”

Shen Lang frowned and said, "It's important. I hope the two senior brothers will not doubt it. If the palace master is damaged, we can't afford to take on it!"

"Okay... OK."

The two gatekeepers were startled and nodded immediately. I thought that a disciple in the Foundation Establishment Stage would not have the courage to find such a reason to meet the palace master.

The palace master has been in a irritable and irritable mood recently. Last time, he accidentally killed a disciple in the palace because he could not control his irritability. This matter was terrified in Ziyang Palace.

The two disciples guarding the gate did not hesitate and immediately opened the palace gate.

Shen Lang strode into the hall and closed the door with his backhand.

The main hall of Ziyang Palace was empty. At this moment, Daoyang Zhenren was meditating and practicing in the bedroom on the side hall side of the hall. The door of the main hall was closed.

Shen Lang felt the breath of Daoyang Zhenren and walked into the side hall on the first floor of the hall. Soon after, he walked to the door of the side hall.

"I am practicing. If you don't have any big deal, get out!" The irritable and hoarse roar of Zhenren Daoyang came from the side hall.

Shen Lang smiled coldly, kicked the door of the side hall with a "boom".

In the bedroom in the side hall, Master Daoyang sat upright on a cushion and meditated. Seeing that the person coming was so rude, he was furious and roared: "You dare to trespass on the place of cultivation of my palace master, you are looking for death!"

Not only did Shen Lang not feel panic at all, but laughed: "Daoyang Old Dog, you haven't seen each other for many years, you are much decadent. I guess your life is about to end, there is no hope of breaking through, and you are becoming cynical?"

The Tao Yang Zhenren in front of him is much older than eighty years ago, and his skin is covered with wrinkles.

Generally speaking, monks in the Nascent Soul stage aging is extremely slow, but when their life span is about to end, the aging rate will increase significantly.

Today, Daoyang Zhenren is over 980 years old, and is basically a monk who has half his foot in the coffin, so he looks so old.

However, Daoyang Zhenren focuses on maintenance, and it should be no problem to be able to live for another thirty years. He was unwilling to die just like this, and with a glimmer of hope, he tried to break through the God Transformation Period in these thirty years.

In fact, he was just dreaming in the daytime. This old body had weakened its vitality to such a degree, and it was impossible to break through.

The Taoist Master Daoyang himself knew that the number of days had ended, but he was unwilling to give up, so he became so irritable.

"Boy, who are you?"

Seeing someone kicking out of the door and saying this again, Daoyang Zhenren stood up from the cushion, and his turbid old eyes showed a trace of murderous intent. He had already seen that the person in front of him was not a disciple in the palace.

"Daoyang Old Dog, if you haven't seen me for more than 80 years, you won't know me anymore? Open your old eyes and see who I am."

After saying that, Shen Lang removed the disguise technique and changed back to his original appearance.

Master Daoyang opened his mouth wide and pointed at Shen Lang. His old face was full of astonishment. It took him a long time to roar: "Shen Lang, it's you!"

There was a hint of surprise in the roar. Shen Lang snatched the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella of the prehistoric spiritual treasure. In the past, he failed to chase Shen Lang and was still angry about this for a long time.

Unexpectedly, one day, this kid will come to the door?

"Little beast, hand over the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella!"

Zhenren Daoyang didn't think much about it, and his whole body turned into a purple-gray whirlwind of flames and pounced towards Shen Lang.

He thought Shen Lang was as easy to pinch as an ant as before!

Seeing this scene, Shen Lang couldn't help but sneer and immediately sacrificed nine Lei Ze splitting swords and activated the Jiuli Sword Formation.

"Swish swish swish!"

Nine golden flying swords suddenly turned into eighty-one sword lights, spinning around Shen Lang at high speed, like a golden lightning tornado, wrapping Shen Lang up.

Zhenren Daoyang was really confused. He naturally thought Shen Lang was a trash. He rushed straight towards the lightning tornado and immediately triggered the defense of the Jiuli Sword Formation.

"boom!"

The body covered with flames in the body of Master Daoyang collided with Jiuli Sword Formation, making a violent explosion.

The violent golden thunder shook Daoyang Zhenren far away, and knocked down on the wall on the side of the hall with a "bang", and threw a dog to eat shit.

Fortunately, with Ziyang Fire protecting the body, Daoyang Zhenren just rushes all over his body and is not injured.

"No...this is impossible!"

Zhenren Daoyang exclaimed and immediately from the ground, his old face completely changed color, staring at Shen Lang with an incredible gaze, and then he discovered the other party's cultivation.

"You are actually in the middle stage of Nascent Soul!"

Zhenren Daoyang wondered whether he had seen an illusion for a moment. It was only more than eighty years ago that the clums in the middle stage of the elixir actually turned into cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul! "Yes, old thing, it seems that I have given you a surprise." Shen Lang laughed and then said coldly: "I won't say much nonsense. Zhenren Daoyang, I am here to find you today because I want to know the whereabouts of the Fire Spirit Seed. If you tell me honestly

Tell me, maybe I'm happy and I can still keep you a whole body." Daoyang Zhen laughed in anger: "Very good! Xiao Zaizi, I didn't expect you to grow to this level. But don't be too arrogant in life. Do you think you can defeat me with your cultivation? Want to know the whereabouts of the Fire Spirit Seed? Go dreaming

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Shen Lang's eyes were full of fierce lights: "Don't you say it? Then I will use the soul searching technique to you later!"

After saying that, Shen Lang urged the Jiuli Sword Formation with all his strength.

Eighty-one sword lights turned into a lightning storm, sweeping towards Daoyang Zhenren.

"hiss!"

Zhenren Daoyang had never seen a small sword formation that was so powerful that it was so powerful that it could not help but take a breath of coldness, and his old face became extremely ferocious.

He seriously underestimated Shen Lang's strength. It was impossible for ordinary mid-stage cultivators to issue such a powerful attack. Even late-stage cultivators in Nascent Soul may not have such ability.

After all, Zhenren Daoyang is an old monster who has lived for almost a thousand years. He has extremely rich vision and experience. He knows that if he doesn't use the strongest attack, he will probably not be able to withstand Shen Lang's attack!
Chapter completed!