Chapter 3952 Self-injection?
In addition to Xuanhua's axe, Shen Lang also selected several immortal treasures that could be used as weapons and put them in a long box for backup.
In the cloud sea realm, Shen Lang didn't have much to use, and the rest of the miscellaneous items were put into the storage ring.
The two of them adjusted their breath for a while, and their bodies had fully recovered.
"Thank you..." Saint Yao Yue didn't know what to say, so she just thanked her softly. Thinking of the beautiful scene just now, her expression was a little complicated and shy.
"Miss Yaoyue doesn't have to do this. The person who should thank him should be Chen.
I don’t know how to repay the favors Chen owes you.”
Shen Lang shook his head. He didn't even dare to face Saint Yaoyue, so as not to be shaking his mind.
A faint look of loss flashed in Saint Yaoyue's eyes and said softly: "Young Master Chen, don't worry, what happened just now...you just pretend that it didn't happen."
Shen Lang didn't know what to respond, so he could only keep this favor in his heart and repay it well when he had the chance.
The atmosphere fell into silence again. Shen Lang quickly changed the topic and asked in a hurry: "Miss Yaoyue, you and I have recovered now. What are your plans next?"
Saint Maiden Yaoyue thought for a while and said seriously: "There are two choices right now. One is that you and I will fight directly and fight to the death with the Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind.
The second is to find a way to escape from this place, return to Beilin Island, and summon more people to deal with the Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind."
Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "In the opinion of Miss Yaoyue, how can we act better?"
The eyes of the Saint of the Moon flickered, saying, "Although the second option is safer, it is easy to miss the opportunity."
If you choose the first one, although you have to take some risks, it is an excellent opportunity to kill the Holy Envoy of the Underworld!”
"According to the previous observation of the little woman, the Holy Holy Nether Wind will continue to consume the energy of the body after the Holy Holy Nether becomes the true spirit king.
The Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind, in the battle with Mr. Chen, had once again formed its original body. The energy consumed by the other party must be very fierce, and his combat power will definitely be weak at this moment. If you and I fight out at this time, there is a high probability that the Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind will be destroyed! “Of course, whether to do this depends on Mr. Chen’s own choice, the little woman is just a suggestion.
No matter what choice Mr. Chen makes, the little woman will follow him and act together.”
Saint Maiden Yaoyue expressed her opinion that she has always been bold and meticulous, and she is more inclined to directly destroy the great troubles of the Nether Wind Envoy.
Thinking of the failure of previous actions, Saint Yaoyue was still a little unwilling to accept it.
Shen Lang actually thought so. Instead of changing things later, it is better to seize this opportunity and kill the Holy Envoy of the Underworld Wind in one fell swoop! As long as the Holy Envoy of the Underworld Wind dies, the remaining Holy Envoy of the Gangzha will not be difficult to deal with.
Shen Lang said seriously: "Since that's the case, let's fight out! This time I will entangle the Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng. Miss Yaoyue, you can just attack with a distance. Be careful of being stung by that guy's poisonous sting."
"Okay! If you lose, Mr. Chen must not fight and leave the scene in time."
Saint Maiden Yaoyue whispered a message.
Shen Lang nodded slightly.
After making up his mind, Saint Inviting Moon removed the simple illusion outside the cracks of the rocks.
Shen Lang and Saint Yao Yue rushed out of the cracks in the rocks and came to the forest outside.
It was less than four hours before escaping into the cracks of the rocks. The black fog around the forest had not completely disappeared. Tiger Shark tribe soldiers searched for the whereabouts of Shen Lang and Saint Yaoyue in the mountains.
Since the black fog in the mountains and forests has not dissipated, these tiger shark tribesmen are like blind men in the dark and have low efficiency.
It is worth mentioning that the pill thrown by Saint Holy Maiden previously could release a gas that blocks the monk's eye consciousness, which could cover a range of thousands of miles and last for three days.
At present, this dark mist environment is just right for Shen Lang and Yu Luosha to move, and the two of them are walking through the mountains and forests like ghosts.
At this moment, on a huge rock somewhere on the top of the mountain, the Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng was sitting cross-legged.
I saw that he looked pale and looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness. He was holding the best fairy stone in his hand, constantly absorbing the vitality from the fairy stone to replenish himself.
It transformed into the body twice in a few days, which had greatly damaged the vitality of the Mingfeng Saint.
The speed at which the Nether Wind Saint Envoy absorbs the energy of the top-grade fairy stone is too slow, which will inevitably lead to a loss of life.
The Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind was extremely annoyed and wanted to destroy the chosen one with his own hands, but unexpectedly, the bitch who assassinated him had killed him halfway through and rescued Shen Lang, but disappeared.
This is simply a joke about yourself like a monkey. How can the Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng not be angry?
Even though he was angry, the Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng was not worried. He expected that Shen Lang and Saint Yao Yue would be hit by his own stinger and would die in less than a few days.
Although he did not witness the death of the chosen one, the chosen one died in his own hands and he still had his merits, and he would still be rewarded by the leader of Ziying.
Thinking of this, the Holy Spirit of the Mingfeng felt a little better.
Just when he thought so, two footsteps came from the black fog behind him.
The Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind thought it was the monk of the Three Saints who came to send a message, and said coldly: "How is it? Have you found the whereabouts of that pair of dogs and men?"
"The dog, the man and the woman were not found, but a group of dogs were found, the dogs of the Three Holy Sects!"
A sarcasm sounded from behind.
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure behind him threw a cloth bag, which happened to be thrown under the huge rock in front of the envoy of the Nether Wind.
The cloth bag was opened and a few bloody heads rolled out. It was the heads of the eight remaining monks of the Three Saints of Wufeng Island, and there were a lot of them! “Who?”
The Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng changed his expression and turned around suddenly. He saw the black shadow on the opposite side flying towards him. It turned out that Shen Lang held Xuanhua's axe and chopped towards him like a scattered face.
"hiss!"
The Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng took a breath of cold air, quickly pulled out the green snake sword from his waist, and set up the attacking axe blade.
"Clang!Clang!!!"
Two fierce metal collision sounds came, and the Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind only felt that the attacking axe blade was carrying a huge force, which shook him back dozens of meters before he could barely stabilize his body.
When he looked closely, he saw Shen Lang holding Xuanhua's axe in his hand, looking at him with a expressionless face. Saint Yao Yue stood behind Shen Lang.
"It's you!"
The Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind was shocked and roared sarcastically: "You guys and men and women dare to fall into the trap?"
"Are you a fool who is self-invested? You are going to understand soon!"
Shen Lang smiled grimly, rushed forward with Xuanhua axe in his hand, and swung his axe like a phantom, slashing towards the Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng.
The Holy Spirit of Mingfeng was shocked and quickly set up the Green Snake Sword to slash.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The axe and sword collided, and the sound of gold and jade was endless.
Chapter completed!