The Nascent Soul cultivators in the Ten Stars area represent the absolute backbone. Now that the mainland is fighting, there are few Nascent Soul cultivators who guard the six oasis.

Shen Lang killed five Nascent Soul-stage monks in the Lion Mountain branch, and now there is not even a Nascent Soul-stage monk in the Lion Mountain.

Before leaving, Shen Lang set a fire and burned the branch of the Lion Mountain Alliance, with countless casualties.

The matter was in a turmoil, and the entire Shizi Mountain was panicked for a while. He thought that it was the Nascent Soul monk sent from the Yunjian Continent who attacked the branch of the Shizi Shandong Lin Monks Alliance.

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Three days later.

The Lion Mountain Alliance branch encountered a terrorist attack, and the news that all the Nascent Soul monks were destroyed finally reached Donglin Palace.

After learning that it was Shen Lang's actions, Wang Wenshan was furious and jumped up in anger.

Wang Wenshan, who was furious, immediately sent all the Nascent Soul cultivators and a large number of Dan-King Cultivators who could be dispatched in Donglin Palace to track Shen Lang's whereabouts.

After searching for five days, Mao couldn't find it and said bad news came again.

The branch of the Ten-Star Regional Daqiu Mountain Alliance in the north came from an urgent report that Shen Lang killed four early-stage Nascent Soul monks guarding Daqiu Mountain, as well as more than 20 cultivators in the Jingdan stage!

Not only that, the alliance branch of Daqiushan was also burned by Shen Lang.

Now Wang Wenshan's asthma is about to break out.

Less than ten days apart, two ten-star regional branches were attacked, and the Nascent Soul-stage monk who guarded the oasis was also killed. This was definitely a malicious revenge!

Wang Wenshan was furious. He never expected that Shen Lang would dare to take revenge.

"Shen Lang, I don't want me to catch you if I have the will. If I want me to catch you, I will bring you..." Wang Wenshan's eyes were inflamed, and he was extremely angry, and his whole body trembled and twitched.

Since entering the world of cultivation, Wang Wenshan has never been so popular, but he has no choice but to use Shen Lang, the turtle lamb.

This kid is so powerful that an ordinary early-stage cultivator of Nascent Soul is not his opponent at all, he can only be beaten or killed.

Now Shen Lang has obtained the Bingpo Mountain, which is located in the east of the three treasures, and his strength has increased greatly. Even if there are ten early-stage cultivators of the Nascent Soul stage, it is estimated that it will not be possible to keep this turtle.

Now that the mainland is fighting, the middle-level Nascent Soul or above in the East is still attacking the North Land. The middle-level Nascent Soul cultivators in the East are Liu Tianming who had died before and Le Feier.

Le Feier is not from Donglin. It is probably more difficult to find this woman to help chase Shen Lang than to climb the sky.

The blue veins on Wang Wenshan's forehead swelled up. If the early stage Nascent Soul cultivator from the east continent dies like this, there will be great hidden dangers and dangers.

If the Yunjian people suddenly counterattack, the six oasis without the Nascent Soul cultivators guarding would be like paper and would be quickly broken!

A mere Shen Lang could make the Donglin mainland so messy, and Wang Wenshan was so angry that he was so angry.

He was definitely unwilling to watch Shen Lang's turtle mess with Donglin Continent, and he didn't care about his hidden illness, so he personally took a group of monks to chase Shen Lang.

However, this is still of no use.

Since Shen Lang entered the world of cultivation, he has been chased and killed twice in three days. He has experienced escaping.

In addition, he can also use the thunder escape technique and possess the magic mud... Shen Lang escaped seriously, and it was difficult for the great monks in the late stage of the Nascent Soul to catch up with him.

Wang Wenshan and others were like headless flies, being tricked around. Even if they could occasionally find Shen Lang's breath, they would still be chased and lost as they chased. A few days later, bad news came from the Wushan Alliance branch of the six oasis. Shen Lang attacked the branch of the Wushan Alliance and killed four early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and a large number of Dan-King Cultivators who guarded Wushan.

Seeing the Nascent Soul-stage monks in the East Lin Continent die one by one at Shen Lang's hands, Wang Wenshan was anxious, and his anger that suppressed to the extreme made his old disease relapse.

Forced to the point of helplessness, Wang Wenshan had to return to Donglin Palace with the monks who were chasing Shen Lang.

As soon as he arrived at Donglin Palace, Wang Wenshan summoned all the senior management to the main hall for a meeting.

In the main hall of Donglin Palace, Wang Wenshan sat on the big golden dragon chair directly above, his old face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Eight early-stage monks in the Nascent Soul stage and more than fifty cultivators in the Killing Dan stage stood beside the Lord, with a serious expression and an indescribable atmosphere.

Before the meeting began, Wang Wenshan's butt was sitting on his big golden dragon chair. A spy from the Jiedan stage rushed in in panic and knelt down below the Lord.

"All...leader, something big happened!"

As soon as these words came out, the people in the hall were a little disturbed.

Wang Wenshan's eyelids twitched, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. He gritted his teeth and asked, "If you have something to say, what's wrong?"

The spy knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "The Qingmu Mountain Alliance branch, one of the six continents in the south, was also attacked by Shen Lang. The newly arrived sound transmission note was urgently reported that all the Nascent Soul Elders were killed in battle! More than thirty cultivators in the Jiedan stage died and injured!"

"I, fuck!"

Wang Wenshan was furious and cursed regardless of his image, knocking down the Golden Dragon Chair with one hand.

There was a loud "boom" and the entire hall was shocked.

Everyone in the hall couldn't help but tremble.

"Shen Lang...Shen Lang! If you don't kill you, I will not be a human being!!!"

Wang Wenshan shouted violently, his old face turned red, a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with resentment and murderous intent. Looking at Wang Wenshan's angry look, the monks in the hall were silent one after another, lowering their heads and dared not make a sound.

After a while, Wang Wenshan slightly suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "For this meeting, I will think about it carefully for me to deal with that Shen Lang!"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Wang Wenshan really had no idea, so he thought of a meeting to discuss ways to deal with Shen Lang.

The Lord's Highness was silent, and all the monks from the East frowned.

"Leader, it is impossible to chase Shen Lang at the moment! We have to admit that the boy's escape method is really clever and it is difficult to catch him. Now we can only think of other ways." A bald old man in the early stage of Nascent Soul stood up, took the lead in breaking the silence, and said with his fists.

Wang Wenshan's old face turned pale and asked, "Then what solution did you think of?"

"This... hasn't yet." The bald old man touched his head a little embarrassedly.

Wang Wenshan snorted coldly: "Of course I know that I should think of other ways. If you say this, you don't say it. Take off your pants and fart it. This is a waste of time! Don't say too much nonsense, I need substantive opinions."
Chapter completed!