As soon as Qin Wuyue and others rushed out of the agency's range, the rain of arrows and ground spears stopped at the same time.
Looking back at the two corpses covered with blood holes, and then at Shen Lang who was unharmed and doing nothing like a crowd of onlookers, Qin Wuyue who had killed his follower, and the women in green all had gloomy faces, looking at Shen Lang
The eyes are extremely dangerous.
Even the slayer monk, who had no subordinates to kill, stared at Shen Lang with a dark look on his face and a fierce look in his eyes.
"It's none of my business, it's you who insist on me walking in front... So what, I'll continue to explore the path."
Shen Lang laughed dryly and continued to move forward.
After walking forward for more than ten feet, the stone wall on Shen Lang's left side suddenly clicked and slid sideways, revealing a portal.
Shen Lang was excited, jumped back, turned sideways and faced the door, raised his two maces, and stared at the door with bright eyes as a warning.
However, the spirit sense did not give any danger warning, and no monster rushed out from the door. Instead, a short scream sounded from behind.
Looking back, I saw a big hole on the top of the corridor. A giant python with a neck as thick as a bucket poked its big head out of the big hole and bit the Tsing Yi girl's only remaining follower, a big man in black.
He took most of his body into his mouth and dragged him back towards the big hole in the dome.
The woman in green clothes was so angry that her eyebrows stood up, she gave a sweet scolding, stretched out her finger, and shot out a crystal water arrow from her fingertips, hitting the giant python on the chin. With just one blow, the giant python's scales flew away, and its flesh and blood were molded into a lake.
The giant python was stimulated by this and closed its mouth in pain. With a kacha sound, the two thighs of the man in black fell down, and the rest of his body fell into the giant snake's mouth.
Then the giant python's head quickly retracted into the dome hole and disappeared without a trace.
The hole in the dome also closed up, and it was so tight that no trace of its former existence could be seen.
Facing the woman in green's ruthless gaze as if she wanted to eat someone, and then looking at Qin Wuyue with a strange look on his face, Shen Lang smiled dryly, touched the back of his head, and pointed at the door on the stone wall on the left:
"Well... how about I go ahead and help you explore?"
The slayer monk strode forward, Yue Ya conveniently shoveled Shen Lang aside:
"Get out of here, let Sajia explore the way ahead!"
With that said, wearing iron-black skin, he strode into the door.
As soon as his two feet stepped into the door, a large iron ball the size of a basketball, covered with inch-long steel spikes, fell from the sky and hit the slayer monk's bare head with a thud.
Even though the slayer monk had already cast a spell to protect his body, the skin on his body was like fine steel and the bones were like cast iron. After being hit so hard, his head was still bruised and bleeding, and he fell to the ground with stars in his eyes.
Before he could get up, several rough bony hands popped out from the ground beneath him. They hugged his legs, laid hands on his hands, and even a pair of bony hands hugged his head tightly, covering his whole face.
Press firmly to the ground and rub.
At the same time, a two-meter-tall humanoid stone statue strode in front of the Miemen Monk with heavy steps that shook the ground, raised its big foot, and stomped hard on the back of the Miemen Monk's head.
At the critical moment of life and death, the monk whose face was suffocated on the ground moved his thoughts, and a large translucent hand appeared from the back of his neck.
The big hand was the size of a millstone, and its five fingers spread out to support the foot of the stone statue, and actually supported the big foot of the stone statue firmly.
Qin Wuyue outside the door saw this scene and nodded slightly:
"Strengthening the grasping hand, a ninth-grade Buddhist technique. The sect-killing monk is indeed the true disciple of Buddhism who broke the precepts and rebelled against the sect."
The woman in green said:
"That stone statue seems to be the eighth-level summoning magic 'Stone Warrior'? Although the 'Strength Grasping Hand' used by the monk is authentic, this ninth-level spell alone still cannot solve his crisis, and he can only maintain a stalemate with the stone statue.
Just for a while."
Qin Wuyue said calmly:
"A mere eighth-grade stone warrior can't do anything to the annihilating monk. He has a way."
Seeing Qin Wuyue, the girls in green just stood outside the door watching the show and talking, with no intention of coming forward to help. Shen Lang also pretended that he was just an enthusiastic member of the public, holding a pair of copper maces, standing by the door and stretching his neck to watch the fun.
At this time, another sound like chanting a mantra came out of the monk's throat.
Then another golden light flashed from the back of his neck, and a big hand the size of a millstone flew out again.
This time, the big hand was more solid than the translucent palm of the "Powerful Grappling Hand", and the whole body was shining with golden light. It looked like it was made of brass, and even the palm prints, fingerprints, and nails were clearly visible.
As soon as the big brass hand flew out, it hit the chest of the stone statue with one palm, until the stone was smashed into the chest, revealing a huge slap mark.
After receiving this blow, the stone statue immediately staggered back. The "strong grasping hand" holding the big feet of the stone statue was freed, and it hurriedly grabbed the bone-white palms holding down the head, hands and feet of the monk.
At the same time, the big brass hand was still attacking continuously, moving quickly in the air and striking the stone statue ten times from various tricky angles.
The stone statue tried its best to wave its fists to resist, but it only blocked six palms. It was hit by one palm each on the chest, top of the head, face, and back of the head.
When the palm on the back of the head hit hard, the stone statue finally fell to the ground and burst into rubble.
The big brass hand also flashed slightly and disappeared into thin air.
Qin Wuyue sighed and said:
"The seventh-grade magic spell 'Powerful Vajra Palm', I never thought that the exterminator, a traitor who broke the precepts and rebelled against the sect, actually learned this true Buddhist teaching!"
The woman in green said: "It's a pity that he can't cast this spell instantly, so he can only use the 'Strong Grasping Hand' to stall and gain time to cast the spell. If it can be cast instantly, this spell alone can easily destroy the stone man."
Shen Lang looked at it with eager eyes.
Although the "Strong Grasping Hand" is only a ninth-level spell, it is so powerful that it can lift a thousand kilograms.
The "Powerful Vajra Palm" is even more incredible.
With Shen Lang's current eyesight, he could tell at a glance that a casual slap of the powerful Vajra Palm had the power of Chen Yuniang's full blow from the cannon barrel.
In other words, if a fifth-grade accomplished warrior does not have strong enough and pure internal energy to protect his body, and does not know the skill of unloading force, he will be shattered to pieces under a blow from the powerful Vajra Palm.
"This is just a seventh-level spell! It's so powerful! The true teachings of Buddhism seem to be very simple. If I had learned this skill, how would I have used it when I was surrounded and killed by Xue Mingyue, Mrs. Zhao and others?
Are you planning to lay a trap? Just force your way into Chixia Valley and slap everyone to death!"
Having said that, although the Slayer's spells are powerful, his physical reactions are a bit hard to understand.
If it were Shen Lang, no matter what, he would not be hit in the head by that big iron ball and knocked to the ground. He could just dodge and get out of the way.
It's really a waste that the Mie Meng Monk is so tall, tall and muscular, but he doesn't have both magic and martial arts skills, he is just a pure mage.
While he was complaining secretly, the slayer monk cursed and stood up, wiped the blood on his face, took out a small bottle, dug out a lump of ghee-like ointment and applied it on his head. The cratered wound on his head suddenly disappeared quickly.
Seal to stop bleeding.
After doing this, the slayer monk turned around and snorted coldly at the woman in green. He did not dare to wink at Qin Yaonv, but gave Shen Lang a fierce look with a fierce look in his eyes and pointed at him:
"You, come and explore the way!"
Shen Lang pointed to his nose:
"Are you sure you want me to go ahead?"
The slain monk said angrily:
"Stop talking nonsense and get over here!"
Shen Lang didn't bother to argue with this unfortunate guy.
Anyway, so far, not one of his hairs has been injured. On the contrary, Qin Wuyue and the girl in green have lost their followers one after another, and the slayer monk is even more confused and almost died.
Compared with luck, Shen Lang felt that he was enough to crush Qin Wuyue and others.
In this kind of ruins exploration project, strength is only secondary, luck is the key——
Twenty years ago, when the current "Wan Fa Zhenren" was just a seventh-grade minor cultivator, he won the palace of the former dynasty among a group of masters. Qin Wuyue and others told him about this.
But now Qin Wuyue and the others have forgotten this.
Shen Lang stepped into the door and walked in front of the disciple-killing monk.
The environment behind the door is completely different from the square man-made corridor outside. It is a natural cave.
Although there are oil lamps hanging on both sides of the cave, there are no traces of artificial axe-cutting other than that. Moss grows on the damp cave walls, and there are occasional drops of water dripping from the top.
Shen Lang held a copper mace across his chest and a copper mace hanging by his side. He walked on the uneven and slippery ground with one deep foot and one shallow foot, heading towards the depths of the cave.
The slain monk, the girl in green, Qin Wuyue was hanging two feet away from him, and Qin Wuyue's last boy in gray fell at the end of the team.
After walking a few dozen steps, there is a corner ahead.
Shen Lang stopped in front of the corner, cautiously looked around, and then continued to move forward, going around the corner.
The sect-killing monk, the woman in blue, and Qin Wuyue also followed in turn.
When it was the turn of the last boy in gray clothes, a foot-long narrow opening suddenly and silently cracked open on the stone wall at the corner that clearly had no traces of man-made signs, from which a thin crescent-shaped blade shot out like lightning.
The boy's neck passed by and then sank deeply into the opposite stone wall with a pop.
The boy in gray clothes stiffened, and a bloodstain appeared on his neck.
After a few breaths, the boy in gray slumped his head forward and fell to the ground with a thud. Then the headless body shook and fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Qin Wuyue's teeth almost shattered and he shouted to Shen Lang in front:
"Why? Why can you, Qin Shubao, always avoid the traps just in time?"
The woman in green also said coldly:
"It's just that he can just avoid the traps. The key is that even monsters like the Ghost Sword Mantis and Giant Python don't look for him... There must be something fishy in this!"
The slayer monk also touched the wound on his head and said viciously:
"I'm afraid it's no accident that this kid appears in the mountain temple! He must have known for a long time that the mountain temple is the entrance to the former Chao Zhenren's palace, and even knows about the mechanisms inside the palace!
"Tell me, who are you? How much do you know about the great master's legacy? Have you obtained the inheritance of the former great master and mastered key information such as the 'map of the legacy'?"
"..."
What the hell are you thinking about?
I was innocently implicated by you, okay?
I'm not unlucky until now, I'm just lucky, okay?
Shen Lang looked at the three of them speechlessly, really not knowing how to explain it.
…
It's in a secret room somewhere.
The young man in brocade clothes was laughing so hard that he was out of breath as he looked at the picture reflected in the silver mirror.
Although he had bad luck in gambling today, none of his bets were successful, and he had already lost more than 30,000 silver dollars, but the bearded one-eyed dragon "Qin Shubao" who accidentally bumped into "Team A" brought him a lot of fun.
"This Qin Shubao's luck really makes people wonder how to evaluate it. If you say he is lucky, he is unlucky enough to get into this game. If you say he is unlucky, no matter whether he leaves before or after he leaves, he is unlucky.
It’s always someone else... This guy, if he comes here to participate in gambling, I’m afraid he will kill all the way and win the banker’s face..."
After laughing for a while, Mr. Jinyi stared at the screen of the silver mirror again, looking forward to how "Qin Shubao" would deal with the doubts of Qin Wuyue and the others and resolve this crisis.
…
After being silent for a while, Shen Lang decided to try his best to defend himself - although he was sure to kill Qin Wuyue and the others, this "relict palace" gave him a very bad feeling. Along the way, there were always people looking down and peeping at him.
Subtle intuition.
Therefore, as a last resort, Shen Lang would rather expose his Taoist cultivation than reveal his true identity to the little demons.
"Chen Lang" has a sky-high reward of 100,000 silver dollars hanging on his body, and "Qin Shubao" is just an unknown cultivator even if it is revealed that he knows Taoism.
At that moment, Shen Lang calmly faced Qin Wuyue and the others with their dangerous eyes full of doubts and murderous intent, and said sincerely:
"Now that things have happened, I can no longer hide it. Yes, I am a man with talents and abilities! And my talents are exactly 'lucky'!"
"..."
Qin Wuyue and the others twitched their mouths and twitched their eyes, with expressions like "You fucking think we are fools."
The young man in brocade who was watching the "live broadcast" was already laughing so hard that he fell on top of the beautiful woman in front of him.
Qin Wuyue took a deep breath:
"Since you refuse to tell the truth...then I have no choice but to turn you into a walking zombie. Let's see if you can be as lucky as you were before you became a walking zombie!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Wuyue never gave Shen Lang a chance to explain. He stretched out his hand and a translucent pale fingerprint shot towards Shen Lang.
The ninth-level Taoist technique "Corpse Demon Finger", when used by Qin Wuyue's cultivation level, can not only kill sixth-level warriors instantly, but also transform them into walking corpse puppets under their control.
Although it is only a temporary walking zombie puppet, it can only move for half an hour. After half an hour, it will quickly decay and decay, and its strength will drop significantly after becoming a walking zombie. However, during the period of control, it will affect the caster.
Obeying orders is a vicious and practical evil spell, which is very useful when dealing with siege by many people.
Precisely because of this spell, Qin Wuyue has not practiced the Taoist summoning technique, and now even if he wants to summon the Taoist soldiers to explore the way, he can't.
As soon as it was pointed out, Qin Wuyue had regarded "Qin Shubao" as a dead person.
However……
When the pale fingerprint flew in front of Shen Lang like lightning, a green light suddenly flashed on Shen Lang's body, and a blue whirlwind appeared in an instant, spinning around him at high speed.
The pale finger marks hit the Danqing whirlwind, which only caused the whirlwind to stagnate slightly, and then was strangled by the whirlwind with a pop.
Seeing this scene, Qin Wuyue, the woman in green, and the slayer monk were all startled, and their eyes widened in disbelief.
"you!"
Qin Wuyue raised her finger and pointed at Shen Lang, and said in silence:
"Are you also a Taoist monk? Your cultivation...your cultivation..."
Based on her cultivation level, if the "Wind Shield" used by a seventh-grade monk is used by her "Corpse Demon Finger", the most it can do is fight with the Corpse Demon Finger and perish together.
But "Qin Shubao's" wind shield not only blocked her corpse demon finger, but also showed no signs of collapse. Doesn't this mean...
His Taoist cultivation has already reached the sixth level?
"I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary warrior, but what I got in exchange was bullying and doubt."
Shen Lang put his hands behind his back, stood in the wind shield, and said calmly:
"Now that you have seen it, I don't have to pretend anymore. That's right, I, Qin Shubao, am a sixth-grade monk!"
Well, there is only one sixth-grade monk who doesn't know any sixth-grade spells, and even seventh-grade and eighth-grade spells.