After the three of them flew for a stick of incense, the Holy Demonic Eyes between Shen Lang's brows suddenly noticed a large number of spirit boats and warships approaching from the northern horizon. The warships were all filled with densely packed armies of monks!
This is the army of monks who surrendered.
Shen Lang opened his Holy Demonic Eyes and took a cursory glance. The number of incoming enemy troops was 50 million! This was almost all the forces of the surrender sect in Dongsheng Shenzhou.
Although Shen Lang was not afraid of anything, facing such a terrifying army of monks, he still felt a strong sense of depression in his heart!
Not long after, the army of monks from the Submissive Sect gradually entered the prying distance of their spiritual consciousness.
The dense warships and the black army of monks on the warships made Xia Ling'er and Xia Shan'er's pretty faces turn slightly pale.
The sheer number of enemy troops had already made them feel frightened.
The 300,000 monks in Jiangyun Palace may not be enough to fill the gap between the opponent's teeth!
With the help of the Holy Demonic Eyes, Shen Lang saw an even more frightening scene.
I saw a golden warship headed by the enemy. There was a big golden dragon chair on the deck. Sitting on the big chair was a skinny old man wearing a green robe, and on the left and right were two beautiful beauties with enchanting figures.
The old man pinched his waist and beat his back.
The old man was ugly, with disgusting green abscesses on his face, and his whole body exuded a fishy stench, giving people an eerie feeling.
Ancestor Juechen and Saint Girl Yaoyue were tied up with chains on the deck of the warship. Ancestor Juechen was covered in blood, and almost all his limbs were missing. It was too miserable to look at.
The condition of Saint Yao Yue was better. Her hair was messy, her dress was torn, and her delicate face was full of anger and humiliation.
The old man on the golden dragon chair was very satisfied with all this. He crossed his legs and seemed to be admiring the humiliating gesture of Saint Yaoyue, with a very lewd smile.
"Ancestor in Green Robe!!!"
The old man with the Holy Demonic Eyes between Shen Lang's brows lingered for a moment, suddenly changed color, and roared.
"impossible!"
Shen Lang's eyes widened. The green-robed ancestor blew himself up a hundred thousand years ago. How could he appear here?
But the appearance of the old man on the golden dragon chair is indeed exactly the same as that of the green-robed ancestor, and there is no way he is pretending.
"How dare you show off your half-baked eye skills in front of me? Haha!"
The green-robed ancestor noticed Shen Lang's pupil technique, and a green light suddenly shot out from between his eyebrows.
"hiss!"
At this moment, Shen Lang felt a tingling sensation in the Holy Demon Eye between his eyebrows, and his brain fell into a brief dizziness.
A ball of glazed sky light surged out of his heart and rushed into his forehead. Shen Lang suddenly regained consciousness, his face turned earth-colored.
“Oops, it’s really the green-robed ancestor, and this old guy is not dead!”
A strong sense of crisis arose in Shen Lang's heart, and he quickly sent a message to Xia Linger and Xia Shan'er behind him: "Shan'er, Linger, the situation has changed. There is a very troublesome guy in the enemy army. Please lead
Get out of here quickly with a picture of the sea of clouds!"
After that, Shen Lang took off the scroll of the Sea of Clouds at the fastest speed and handed it to Xia Ling'er. This was the first time that Xia Ling'er saw Shen Lang looking panicked. She immediately sensed the danger and hurriedly said
: "In this case, Qixing Mountain is no longer something we can save. There is no point in Brother Shen Lang staying here.
, why not leave with us!"
"Yes, senior brother, let's go together!" Xia Shan'er also said.
"No! I don't have time to explain so much. You leave first. If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!" Shen Lang took out two shining blue top-grade talismans from the storage ring and handed them to Xia Linger and Xia Shan.
Son: "These two high-grade immortal talismans are called Taishang Divine Walking Talisman. After being crushed, the escape speed can be greatly increased. With the bonus of these immortal talismans, even those who are good at
Even the peak immortal monks who have been flying away will find it difficult to catch up with you."
These two Supreme Divine Talismans were the trophies Shen Lang got from the Blue Lion Demon Emperor and the Dapeng Demon Emperor, and they were put to some use at least.
"I will catch up with you after I finish handling things here, so hurry up!" Shen Lang urged again, looking extremely anxious.
Xia Ling'er had a premonition of the seriousness of the matter and nodded: "Brother Shen Lang, be more careful!"
As soon as the words fell, Xia Ling'er pulled Xia Shan'er and flew away from the scene quickly.
"You two beauties, since you are here, don't leave so quickly!"
The green-robed ancestor on the golden dragon chair waved his sleeves, creating a green storm.
In the blink of an eye, the green storm turned into a ten thousand-foot-long wind dragon. It opened its teeth and claws, and flew towards Xia Ling'er and Xia Shan'er like thunder and lightning. The speed was outrageous!
"Don't even think about succeeding! Mysterious Immortal Technique, Nine Immortals True Fire!" Shen Lang stopped in front of Xia Linger and Xia Shan'er who were fleeing the scene as quickly as possible. He was running wildly with the chaotic spiritual power in his body, and rolled up a cloud of fire all over his body.
A raging fire soared into the sky, turning into a golden fire dragon that charged towards the green wind dragon.
go.
"Boom!!!"
In the midst of lightning and flint, the fire dragon collided with the wind dragon, bursting out with a huge explosion that shook the earth, and terrifying heat waves and storms raged around.
The monks in the front row of the surrender army were all shaken by the oncoming wind and waves, and there was a commotion.
Xia Shan'er, who was running away, found that the enemy leader was unusually powerful, her pretty face was extremely pale, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Sister, is that monk the Immortal Luo Tian..."
"Shan'er, don't make wild guesses. If we stay here for a moment longer, it will be a burden to Brother Shen Lang. Let's go quickly!" Xia Ling'er gritted her silver teeth and urged.
Under the cover of Shen Lang, the two women escaped from the battlefield.
The sound of explosions continued, and Shen Lang's robes were almost torn to pieces by the green storm. With the resistance of the Jiumei True Fire and the Golden Body and Jade Eyes, his physical body was not injured, but Qi and blood surged up all over his body.
Shen Lang finally realized the heaven-defying combat power of Immortal Luo Tian!
The green-robed ancestor can cause such great destructive power with just a casual blow, which is really frightening!
The green-robed ancestor sitting on the golden dragon chair saw that his attack was not effective, and a slightly gloomy look appeared on his face. It seemed that he had underestimated Shen Lang's strength.
This outside world is no better than the Huaguo Mountain back then, and Shen Lang's ability to withstand him head-on proves that this kid is indeed extraordinary.
But that's fine. If Shen Lang died so easily, the green-robed ancestor would be venting his displeasure.
Recalling that the split soul that he had painstakingly refined exploded and died, the hatred for Shen Lang in the heart of the green-robed ancestor instantly swelled to the extreme. He wanted to torture Shen Lang, this bastard!
Ancestor Juechen, who was tied up on the deck, shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoist Shen Lang, leave quickly! This ugly old thing is Immortal Luo Tian, and he is invincible!!!"
"How dare you, a mere ant, insult me?"
The green-robed ancestor slowly stood up and stepped on the chest of the ancestor Juechen. A trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. What he hates most in his life is others taking advantage of his appearance. As the green-robed ancestor exerted force with his right foot
, Ancestor Juechen’s chest was trampled into a dent, blood clots, residue and other filth spilled from his mouth, and a hoarse wailing sound came from his mouth, which was too miserable to watch.