The white sword and shield blessed Monk Wuse, blocking the crisscrossing blood-colored wind blades for the Buddha light that was on the verge of collapse.

Monk Wuse relied on the sword and shield condensed by Shen Lang, and marched forward under the pressure and came to Shen Lang's side.

"Don't... thank you for your life-saving kindness." Monk Wuse said in fear.

"In exchange, please tell Chen the secret about the so-called tomb of the goddess." Shen Lang said calmly.

Monk Wuse's eyes rolled and hesitated: "This... I can't explain it clearly in a few words. He is so immersed in the donor. Saving a life is worse than building a seven-level pagoda. You might as well help others to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and take me through this Shuaifeng Valley!"

Shen Lang frowned, Damn, this bald donkey is so beautiful.

He instinctively felt that this bald donkey was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he wanted to kill Monk Wuse and search for souls.

But Shen Lang still held back. It is not suitable to search souls in this environment at the moment. Moreover, although the Flying Wind Valley is large, it is still possible to bump into other monks. If someone sees it and spreads it out, it would be bad.

Shen Lang let go of Monk Wuse and decided to wait until he walked out of Zhufeng Valley before talking.

"Okay, I can take you for a while, but Chen doesn't like others to deceive me the most in his life. You'd better do what you say, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!" Shen Lang said coldly.

“Yes, yes!”

Monk Wuse responded quickly and his head lit up like a chicken pecking at rice.

In this way, Shen Lang stretched out the amethyst wall, increased the defense range, and enveloped Monk Wuse.

Shen Lang walked forward on his own, Monk Wuse's spiritual power was infused with his body, and his body blocked the pressure and gravity of the space coming from all around him, and hurriedly followed Shen Lang's pace.

Seeing that Shen Lang could walk without any pressure in the Flying Wind Valley, Monk Wuse was silent on the surface and was shocked.

What kind of magical power is this amethyst-colored light wall? Its defense is too strong!

Even a defensive medium-grade prehistoric spiritual treasure is difficult to achieve such amazing defense. It is incredible that the magical powers of martial arts can exert such an effect alone.

It seems that this kid named Shen Lang did not defeat Leng Tianshuang by luck. This person's magical powers are probably not inferior to the evil shadow.

Thinking of the master's instructions, a trace of treason flashed in Monk Wuse's eyes.

About ten minutes later, Shen Lang and Monk Wuse finally passed through the Flying Wind Valley.

At the end of the Flying Wind Valley is a red twisted space, which seems to be a certain space channel.

Shen Lang grabbed Monk Wuse's shoulders, and after the two of them passed through the twisted space together, blood lights wrapped around them, which turned out to be a teleportation force.

"Swoosh!Swoosh!"

Opening his eyes again, the two of them were actually teleported to a black palace, with an internal space of extremely wide, about tens of thousands of square meters.

The light inside is dim, and strange patterns are engraved on the surrounding walls.

The palace was empty, only a bright red blood pool in the center was eye-catching.

The blood pool is about ten meters wide, and the red viscous liquid is like human blood. In the middle of the blood pool, there is an extremely colorful blood-colored lotus blooming, as if the size of a palm.

Each lotus petal of the Blood Lotus is like a star. Just one glance at it makes you look like you witnessing the vast starry sky, deep and eternal!

The whole lotus exudes an indescribable aura, chaos, decay, and noble!

At this moment, Shen Lang and Monk Wuse were instantly attracted by the lotus blooming in the blood pool in the middle of the palace, as if they were trapped in a state of inextricable self-exercise.

It was not because Shen Lang saw the illusion, nor was it attracted by some power of the Blood Lotus.

But that blood lotus has a strange feeling that makes the monks feel awe! It seems that facing the vast starry sky and endless chaos make you surrender involuntarily.

"Is this... a magic weapon?"

Shen Lang couldn't help but exclaim.

"Yes, legend has it that the Goddess of the Styx have twelve blood lotuses to protect her body. When her body was buried, the twelve blood lotuses were buried in the tomb of the goddess. This... may be one of the blood lotuses."

Xieying, who was meditating beside the hall, explained coldly.

Shen Lang was startled. His eyes had been attracted by the blood lotus in the center of the blood pool in the palace, but he did not find that the evil shadow was also in the palace.

After looking around, there seemed to be only Xie Ying in the entire palace. It seemed that Xie Ying had passed through the Flying Wind Valley first.

"Tsk tsk, it's actually the goddess's personal object! I can see it with my own eyes, it's worth this trip."

Monk Wuse, who was Shen Lang beside him, stared at the blood lotus in the blood pool, and his eyes shone.

Shen Lang felt relieved. It turned out that this thing was the personal treasure of the Goddess of the Styx! He had also read the annotations of the Twelve Blood Lotus in his handwritten letters, and he didn't know whether it was the original name or the ones from later generations took it.

The Blood Lotus is extremely eye-catching, but neither Shen Lang nor Wuse nor Xieying attacked the Blood Lotus in the center of the Blood Pool.

The three of them clearly felt a mysterious force shrouded around the blood pool, which was easy to guess that it was the power of the goddess's law. It was definitely a despicable act of being a god.

In the entire hall, there were only monk Shen Langwuse and Xie Ying. The three of them seemed to be the first to pass through the Flying Wind Valley. "Fellow Taoist Xie Ying, Shen has something to ask for advice. Shen has seen some jade slips that have entered the tomb of the Goddess before. It said that passing through the Flying Wind Valley, you should be able to directly reach the foot of Xuelian Mountain. Why did we suddenly appear in this palace?

Shen Lang asked with his fists.

Xie Ying replied: "I have no way to know about this. Perhaps the power of the law in the tomb of the Goddess has weakened, causing the space channel to collapse and teleport to other locations."

Shen Lang frowned. Logically speaking, the monk would be randomly teleported after passing through the Fallen Wind Valley. Now he and Xieying appear in the palace at the same time, which is definitely not accidental. Perhaps the power of the law has really affected the space channel.

"The reason why Xie stayed here is because the gate at the exit of this palace is extremely heavy and it is difficult for me to open it alone, so I am waiting for the arrival of more monks here and open the door together." Xie Ying added.

Upon hearing this, Shen Lang's eyes turned to the exit at the left rear of the palace.

There is indeed a black gate at the exit of the palace, about hundreds of meters high, with strange patterns and imprints carved on it, which is simple and thick!

Shen Lang was quite curious. Even the evil shadow could not open the palace gate. Is this palace gate that heavy?

"It's just a mere palace gate, what's the difficulty? The Buddhist technique I practiced happened to be practicing the physical body. I thought I had some strength, so I might as well let me push the palace gate to try!"

Monk Wuse volunteered.

"The golden body of the Arhat!"

With a deep shout, Monk Wuse clasped his hands together, quickly circulated his spiritual power, and muttered something in his mouth.

In an instant, his fat body suddenly expanded, and he instantly turned into a golden bronze man with a length of 1,000 meters. A golden arhat figure rose behind him.
Chapter completed!