I don't know how long it took, Shen Lang gradually woke up from the coma, his head was spinning. At this moment, he was lying on a jade bed in a bedroom. The whole room was covered with a black carpet made of Zhenling fur, and a large number of hangings were hung around it. The pink pearl and jade ornaments are very gorgeous, but full of girlish style. They are obviously the bedroom of a female nun.
living room.
As soon as Shen Lang opened his eyes, what he saw was a girl in a black dress. She was petite, with black wings on her back. She had a cute appearance, and her bright blood pupils seemed harmless to humans and animals, but she had a soul-stirring charm.
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Shen, you are finally awake! How do you feel physically?"
The girl in the black dress sat on the edge of the bed without hesitation, with a trace of concern on her delicate and flawless face.
"Princess Lianxing?"
Shen Lang rubbed his head. The girl in black dress in front of him was not Princess Lianxing.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, don't be polite when you come to our underworld. Just call me Lianxing."
Princess Lianxing smiled lightly, showing a row of small white teeth, cute and cute.
"Is this the underworld?"
Shen Lang was shocked and quickly sat up straight, but the dizziness in his head almost made him faint again.
Princess Lianxing quickly pushed him down gently on the jade bed and said gently: "Friend Daoist Shen, your soul has just recovered. Don't get up in a hurry. Get some rest first. I will let you know the details slowly."
Shen Lang tried hard to calm down his excited emotions. He gradually recalled what happened before, and said with an indifferent expression: "Princess, didn't your father want to kill me? Why haven't you done it yet?"
Princess Lianxing's pretty face showed a hint of embarrassment, and she said with a wry smile: "Friend Daoist Shen, you have misunderstood. In fact, I have also misunderstood. My father did not want to kill you at all, he just wanted to test you."
"What's the meaning?"
Shen Lang frowned.
Princess Lianxing was about to explain when a voice suddenly came from outside the bedroom:
"Let me personally speak about this matter, the Chosen One."
At this moment, Long Ming, dressed in black robe, slowly walked into the bedroom.
Compared with the aloofness and coldness of the previous confrontation in the abyss, the aura of Long Ming in front of him was restrained, and there was a trace of depth between his melancholy brows, making him appear much more approachable, and even gave him a unique sentimental temperament.
Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively: "I didn't expect that you actually know the identity of me, the Chosen One?"
"What's so difficult about this? After my little girl revealed your identity, I knew you were the Chosen One. You killed Yama, the Tenth Hall of the Underworld. If you weren't the Chosen One, how could I have spared your life?" Long Ming said calmly.
Shen Lang was not an unreasonable person, so he politely clasped his fists and said, "Although I don't know what Taoist friend Long's purpose is, Shen still wants to thank Taoist friend Long for showing mercy!"
In the previous battle in the Abyss Valley, Shen Lang clearly remembered that after he used the Shura Dharma to attack, his soul power was so depleted that he fainted.
The master of the underworld could have killed him, but the other party did not take action, which surprised Shen Lang. However, Long Ming knew his identity as the Chosen One, so he could understand without suffering any pain.
Long Ming said with an indifferent expression: "I don't have any other purpose. I just want to test the strength of you, the chosen one, and whether it is worthy for me to serve you as my master!"
"Serve me as your Lord?"
Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said: "Fellow Daoist Dragon, although I appreciate your noble gesture, this joke is not funny at all!" Humph, of course I am not joking with you. The former Lord of the Underworld, Empress Houtu, once During the World Destruction War, he left a blood letter, saying that countless years later a chosen one holding the "Reincarnation Heavenly Palace" would visit the Reincarnation Fairyland and the Underworld Hell.
The master of the palace must serve the chosen one as the master and help the chosen one to do the work of breaking through the disaster and saving the world."
Long Ming explained calmly.
"What……"
Shen Lang was shocked.
Empress Houtu was the Queen of Houtu, one of the "Five Emperors" of the Five Emperors era, and the master of the underworld of the Samsara Immortal Domain at that time. Her status was no less than that of Emperor Haotian of the Tianmu Immortal Domain.
If Empress Houtu predicted that the Chosen Ones in future generations would come to visit the Immortal Realm of Reincarnation, that would be normal. But she actually asked the Lords of the Underworld in later generations to recognize the Chosen Ones as their masters. This operation really surprised Shen Lang. .
Princess Lianxing said with a serious face: "You don't have to doubt, Fellow Daoist Shen, my father is very boring and never jokes with others. I was also hid from him before!"
After saying that, Princess Lianxing rolled her eyes at Long Ming, and she couldn't help but blame her father in her heart for making her worry like that.
Shen Lang's mind was a little confused. The previous powerful enemy suddenly wanted to treat him as the master. The contrast was too great, which made him unable to react for a while. Long Ming said calmly: "Boy, I will not take it easy. I regard you as my master, so I set out to test your strength. Seeing that your ability is indeed not weak, I have tentatively recognized you as the chosen one, but I want to truly regard you as my master.
You still need to have a higher level of cultivation than me, or reach the same level as me!"
Although Empress Houtu left a legacy written in blood, Long Ming is the master of the underworld after all. If he really wants to serve the chosen one, he must first see the strength and character of the chosen one.
From the previous battle, Long Ming also had a basic understanding of Shen Lang.
In addition to his own hard power, this son's character is quite good, which is quite recognized by Long Ming. Shen Lang was not interested and hurriedly said: "Dragon Master Long's intention, Shen accepted it, and he accepted me as his master. I think Taoist friends don’t need to think about this matter anymore! Besides, there is no samsara palace in me, only the samsara palace.
It’s just an imitation fairy treasure from the palace.”
Long Ming said bluntly: "About the matter of Guangtian Palace, I have heard about it from my little girl. Just take it out and show it to me, and I will help you identify the authenticity."
"this……"
Shen Lang hesitated for a moment.
Long Ming was his life and death enemy before, but now his identity has suddenly changed 180 degrees. It is always difficult for him to trust this person all of a sudden. Princess Lianxing said quickly: "Fellow Daoist Shen, During the half month you were in coma, it was my father who did not hesitate to use his energy to perform the "Soul Nourishing Technique" to make you recover quickly. He has no ill intentions towards you, and he will not covet you, Fellow Daoist Shen.
The immortal treasure, Fellow Daoist Shen can rest assured."
Shen Lang raised his eyebrows, no wonder he felt that his soul body seemed to be nourished by some kind of energy that was not used in the glass heart lamp. It turned out that it was caused by Long Ming's spell.
"good!"
After hearing what Princess Lianxing said, Shen Lang had no choice but to agree. He couldn't bear the kindness of others the most.
What's more, if Long Mingyu really wanted to kill someone and seize the treasure, he would have done it long ago. Why wait until now?
After Shen Lang sobered up his mind, he turned his hand to worship the Guangtian Palace. A golden mini palace appeared in his palm and rotated at high speed, emitting a brilliant nine-color glow. Long Ming's deep eyes were fixed on the mini palace in front of him. Tiangong, looked at it carefully for a while, frowned and said: "It's strange..."