The woods were in a mess, with a large number of trees falling to the ground in random directions, and sawdust flying.
Two elders of the Tianquan Sect in the elixir formation stage activated their magic weapons and fought against the blood soul zombies.
A group of high-level foundation-building stage disciples also tried their best to help.
The scene was a bit tragic. The blood soul zombies were too strong, and these disciples and elders of the Tianquan Sect were obviously at a disadvantage.
Two high-level disciples who were in the middle stage of foundation building had fallen to the ground dead, and the ground was stained with blood.
"Senior Brother Wang, this red-haired monster is too strong, we should retreat!" An old man in a golden robe who was in the early stage of pill formation shouted while activating the magic weapon.
"No! This monster is too ferocious. If we withdraw, all the disciples will definitely suffer.
"The old man in purple robe who was in the middle stage of pill formation gritted his teeth and said.
"Roar!" The Blood Soul Zombie went crazy, waving its huge bloody claws with both hands, and a burst of blood spread all around. The two monks in the Dan Formation Stage had earth-colored faces and had no choice but to defend with all their might.
At this critical moment, Shen Lang fell from the sky and landed above the woods, waving his white robe.
"Boom!" A golden flying sword shot out like a meteor towards the blood soul zombie, accompanied by a huge thunder.
The red-gold Yuyang Golden Thunder carried by the sword directly penetrated the lower abdomen of the blood soul zombie, creating a blood hole as wide as a bowl.
"Ouch!" The blood soul zombie twitched all over and let out a painful roar from its mouth. The sound was particularly terrifying, and a large amount of red and black blood poured out of its lower abdomen.
The red-gold Yuyang Golden Thunder arc spread to the Blood Soul Zombie's body in an instant, bouncing around, making a "crack" sound, and emitting a large amount of white smoke.
The blood soul zombie twitched for a while and then fell to the ground, losing all breath.
After one strike, the golden flying sword turned into a stream of light and flew back to Shen Lang's hand.
Shen Lang refined a set of nine natal flying swords by himself and named the golden flying sword "Leize Light Splitting Sword".
The Yuyang Golden Thunder in the Lei Ze Light Splitting Sword can easily kill the blood soul zombies at the peak of the core formation.
Shen Lang was quite satisfied with the power of the single-handled Lei Ze lightsaber.
The strength of the natal magic weapon Flying Sword will have a great impact on the Jiuli Sword Formation.
A group of Tianquan Sect elders and disciples in the jungle saw a white-robed young man falling from the sky and killing the Blood Soul Zombie with one blow. Everyone was still a little dazed.
Such terrifying strength can only be achieved by Yuanying stage monks.
"Shen...Elder Shen?" The two monks in the alchemy stage were the first to recognize Shen Lang, and they were greatly shocked.
Portraits of Shen Lang have long been hung in various halls of the Tianquan Sect. Even if the elders of the Tianquan Sect have never met Shen Lang in person, they know his appearance clearly.
"Disciple, I have met Elder Shen! Thank you Elder Shen for your life-saving grace.
"The two alchemy-level monks immediately bowed and knelt down towards Shen Lang.
A group of foundation-building disciples also knelt down and worshiped, their faces showing the ecstasy of having survived the disaster.
I heard that Elder Shen, who is new to the Tianquan Sect, has amazing magical powers and defeated the famous master of the Juque Sect, Old Monster Xuanyuan.
Although everyone among the elders and disciples of the Tianquan Sect knew this news, no one had ever seen this Elder Shen.
All the disciples would inevitably have doubts about the authenticity of this news. After all, Shen Lang had only just entered the Nascent Soul stage.
But seeing Shen Lang easily kill the blood-soul zombie with a combat power comparable to the peak of the Dan Formation with one strike, the elders and disciples of the Tianquan Sect present had a profound understanding of the power of Elder Shen's magical power, which was simply terrifying! "Get up, everyone."
Well, you don’t need to worship me, I just happened to meet you here.
Why would my disciple come to a place like this?" Shen Lang asked in a deep voice.
The leader, the purple-robed elder, clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Returning to Elder Shen, every twenty years, our sect will select a group of talented high-level disciples to go out for training, led by two elders in the pill formation stage.
The training location for the team led by the junior was arranged in the mountains outside the Stigma Canyon.
"Shen Lang nodded slightly. It turns out that he knows nothing about the affairs of the sect.
"Blood soul zombies should have owners. Why would such a thing target you?" Shen Lang asked curiously.
The purple-robed elder frowned and responded: "Elder Shen, I don't know why this red-haired monster is targeting us.
On the way here, the junior also saw the corpses of many monks.
This red-haired monster seems to only attack human monks.
Two of our disciples... lost their lives at the hands of the red-haired monster.
"Shen Lang glanced at the two Foundation Establishment Stage disciples who had fallen to the ground. They both had no breath. They were hopeless.
His face instantly showed a hint of gloom.
Seeing that two elders and a group of foundation-building disciples were also injured to a certain extent, Shen Lang directly threw a bottle of healing elixir from the storage ring.
"I know the matter, and I will handle it.
Don't stay here any longer, go back to your sect.
Shen Lang said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Elder Shen!" The two Danjie elders and the disciples bowed respectfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang rose into the sky, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the depths of the jungle.
He could conclude that the blood soul zombie was definitely controlled by humans, and it must have been the work of a Nascent Soul Stage monk.
No matter what, killing a disciple of the Tianquan Sect in front of him made Shen Lang very unhappy.
Although he doesn't have a great sense of belonging to Tianquan Sect, he still has to fight for it.
Shen Lang is a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage, and his ability to detect breath is naturally much stronger than that in the Pill Formation stage.
He could sense the aura left behind by the blood soul zombie.
Tracing the source of the breath, Shen Lang flew all the way to a dark valley.
This valley is surrounded by mountains and is dark and humid. The air is filled with a layer of white mist and is very dark.
Shen Lang used his consciousness to carefully examine the surrounding scene, and soon he discovered something unusual.
On a stone wall covered with moss and weeds, Shen Lang keenly discovered a trace of the phantom formation.
The technique is very clever. This kind of restriction may be hidden from ordinary Yuanying early-stage monks, but Shen Lang has swallowed the Dream Fruit, and his spiritual awareness is much higher than that of early-stage monks, so he can see the clues of the restriction.
"Fellow Taoist in the phantom formation, please stop hiding and come out to talk!" Shen Lang shouted unceremoniously, and the sound shook the entire valley.
There was a sound, but there was no response from the stone wall.
Shen Lang sneered and said: "I have no ill intentions, I just want to seek justice.
If fellow Taoist still ignores it, then don’t blame Shen for forcing the formation!" As soon as these words came out, there was finally movement inside.
"Where did this wild cultivator come from? How dare you disturb my practice. I'm so impatient." A hoarse yell came from the stone wall.
Shen Lang was a little annoyed that the other party was so rude, and was too lazy to be polite. He said coldly: "The Blood Soul Zombie was released by Your Excellency, right? This thing killed two of my Tianquan Sect disciples and was killed by me myself.
If you come out and apologize, this matter will be forgotten.