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 I 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 a mere early stage disciple to do things? How can we know whether what you said is 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 roar of Daoyang Zhenren came from the side hall. Shen Lang smiled coldly and kicked open 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.
Chapter completed!