"I got this thing by chance. I have always regarded it as an important magic weapon to save my life. Are you satisfied with it, fellow Taoist?" Shen Lang asked again.
Situ Ling immediately put the Jin Yuan Bowl into the storage ring and sneered: "So-so. Leave those small sky crystals to me, too."
"OK."
Shen Langpi responded with a smile, and continued to ask: "Now we can always let Shen and the three seniors in the transformation stage face to face, right?"
After Situ Ling put the two hundred thousand small sky crystals into the storage ring, he pretended to be polite and said with a smile: "Of course. This matter is of great importance. I will tell my master Tianjian Zhenren and others right now." The two seniors of the Transformation Stage, fellow Taoist, will wait in this hall for a moment."
Situ Ling shouldn't go too far. The brass round bowl is Zhou Long's treasure on Wangyue Island. It's a bit meaningful for Shen Lang to take out Zhou Long's treasure. He suspected that this person killed Zhou Long and took away the opponent's treasure. baby.
If this is the case, this monk named Shen Lang may be stronger than he thought.
Moreover, it is indeed necessary for the great elder of the Moon Worshiping League to know the information Shen Lang said.
Situ Ling left the hall after saying a few words.
Shen Lang sat on a chair nearby and waited, still feeling a little anxious and irritable.
He always felt that the Moon Worshiping Alliance was a bit unreliable. This Situ Ling in the late stage of Nascent Soul was so unruly and arrogant. He didn't know what kind of difficulties he would face when he saw the three monks in the transformation stage.
Although Shen Lang cares about his own life, it is impossible for him to grovel and ask others to save him!
Disappointment outweighed hope. Most of the Moon Worshiping Alliance was unreliable. Shen Lang was quickly thinking of ways to maximize his benefit.
Shen Lang thought hard and didn't have any good ideas. He could only take one step at a time.
After half an hour passed, Situ Ling led three monks in the transformation stage into the main hall of the Moon Worship League's main altar.
The three of them all looked like old men, and Shen Lang recognized them all after just one glance.
The leader was a long-browed monk with gray hair and two swords on his back. This man looked upright, had an immortal spirit, and had an extraordinary aura.
This monk with long eyebrows was Situ Ling's master, Master Tianjian of Beijianmen. Beijianmen claimed to be a famous and upright sect, Master Tianjian rarely appeared in front of outsiders, and Shen Lang didn't know his true nature.
But the silver-haired old woman holding a cane behind the long-browed monk had a reputation for being vicious.
The silver-haired old woman is the Binghua Granny of Hanpo Valley. On the surface, she looks like an old woman who is about to die, but she is very sinister and vicious, murderous and exudes a cold and oppressive aura.
There is also a bald old man in a green robe. This man is the ancestor of the Poison Spirit Sect, Wandu Ancestor, and he is not a kind person.
Shen Lang immediately stood up from his seat, cupped his fists and saluted the three monks in the transformation stage: "Junior Shen Lang, I have met three seniors!"
Situ Ling said contemptuously: "What kind of understatement is this? When you see three great elders, you can't kneel down and worship!"
Shen Lang's anger swelled. It was absolutely impossible for him to kneel down! Situ Ling's words aroused Shen Lang's anger.
Fortunately, before Shen Lang could respond, Master Tianjian waved his hand and said: "You are a guest when you come, there is no need to adhere to these red tapes. Little friend Shen Lang, please tell us in detail quickly. You just talked to my disciple. Regarding the nine-color divine light, is this true or false?"
Shen Lang cupped his fists and said, "Juniors dare not deceive Senior Tianjian. I have seen and experienced the nine-color divine light with my own eyes. There is no way it can be fake."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three monks in the transformation stage were obviously moved.
"Boy, please tell me what happened." Granny Binghua stared at Shen Lang with her turbid eyes, carrying a biting chill.
Shen Lang shuddered, the evil aura on this old woman was so terrifying, as if she could kill him at any time.
He could only repeat what he had just said to Situ Ling.
The expressions of the three monks in the transformation stage were cryptic. While Shen Lang was telling his story, they were also trying to figure out the flaws in Shen Lang's words.
If Shen Lang deliberately deceived or lied to them, it would be easy for the three monks in the transformation stage to find the flaws in Shen Lang's words.
However, they listened carefully to Shen Lang's story and found no flaws in Shen Lang's story. It seemed that something was really happening.
After being attacked by Thunder Tribulation, the remaining two demon cultivators may have lost the ability to move, but the Golden Flame Peacock has a self-healing body, just like what this kid said.
"Boy, according to what you said, one of the four tenth-level demon cultivators from the demon clan died, two were seriously injured, and the golden flame peacock has not recovered from its injury, and is it still chasing you?" Ancestor Wandu looked at him.
He asked sullenly.
"Yes, that's it." Shen Lang responded in a deep voice.
Ancestor Wandu glanced at Master Tianjian, and said with a smile: "Brother Tianjian, according to this kid, the Northern Territory Monster Clan is weak now. If we all attack the Northern Territory Monster Clan together,
, maybe we can really win it in one fell swoop!”
"Hmph! I have no interest in attacking the demon clan, I am only interested in the nine-color divine light. If we can get a few nine-color divine stones, we may have a chance to ascend." Granny Binghua sneered.
As soon as these words came out, it was definitely a lie for Master Tianjian and Ancestor Wandu to say that they were not moved. In fact, Ancestor Wandu just said that because he was thinking about the Nine-Color Divine Stone.
After all, the temptation of ascension is too great. Not only does it mean that you can enter a broader world of immortality, but it can also extend your life span by a thousand years out of thin air.
But only a very small number of monks in the Divine Transformation Stage have the ability to ascend. If they can obtain the Nine Color Divine Stone and refine the Nine Color Divine Light, there is great hope for their ascension.
"Little friend, since you have been captured by the demon clan in the Northern Territory, do you know the news about the Nine-Colored Divine Stone?" Master Tianjian asked Shen Lang kindly.
Shen Lang shook his head and said: "This junior only knows that Fengling Peacock said that his nine-color sacred stone was found in the Arctic ice sheet. As for how many stones were found, this junior does not know."
Master Tianjian nodded slightly, and then asked Shen Lang about the status of the three demon cultivators from the demon clan in the northern region.
Shen Lang said sternly: "This junior can be 100% certain about this matter. The Cold Flame Peacock and the Earth's Raging Bear are extremely seriously injured and should have no fighting power. Only the Golden Flame Peacock, a tenth-level demon cultivator, still has fighting power.
And he was also seriously injured.”
When Master Tianjian still wanted to ask, Granny Binghua snorted impatiently: "Instead of asking this yellow-haired boy one sentence after another, why not just use the Soul Searching Technique on him? Then you will know everything?"
As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, with cold sweat breaking out all over his body, and he secretly thought something was wrong.
Sure enough, these monks in the stage of becoming gods don't care about their own lives at all, they only care about profits.
Master Tianjian said in a deep voice: "Fellow Binghua, don't be impulsive. This little friend is a human monk. The death of the wind spirit peacock is all thanks to this little friend. The monster clan of the Northern Territory is still chasing him all over the world.
, if we kill him first, wouldn’t it be like our own people slapping our own people in the face.”