Gu Yue, who was wearing a black robe, suddenly walked out of Samsara Mountain, exuding a monstrous black aura, and glanced at the white-haired old man expressionlessly, as if staring at an ant.
"snort!"
Gu Yue let out a cold snort of disdain and waved her sleeves slightly.
A black light soared into the sky. The black light contained extremely powerful energy, completely crushing the space!
"boom!!!"
In an instant, the black light collided with the giant palm head-on. Like cutting tofu, the giant palm burning with gray flames was chopped into pieces by countless black lights.
Blood spurted out like a waterfall, with flesh and blood clots the size of rice grains flying everywhere.
The black light hit the white-haired old man directly.
"Fellow Taoist, please have mercy!!!"
It was the first time that the white-haired old man experienced such a powerful and suffocating supernatural power. He was so frightened that he cried out in horror and begged for mercy!
Gu Yue was too lazy to pay attention to the white-haired old man's call, and the black light directly swallowed the white-haired old man's body, killing him to pieces.
"hiss!"
Shen Lang's eyes widened and he took a breath of cold air, truly shocked by this magical power.
After turning around and looking at the old man in black robe who suddenly appeared, Shen Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered that it was Gu Yue, and shouted with difficulty: "Thank you, Brother Gu Yue, for the rescue!"
Gu Yue flashed and came to Shen Lang's side. She frowned and asked, "Boy Shen, how are you feeling?"
"I...it's okay!"
Shen Lang sat upright with difficulty, his whole body was filled with a whirlwind of golden holy sun war energy, and the blood had stopped gushing from the wound.
Seeing that Shen Lang was protected by the Holy Sun's war energy, Gu Yue wasn't too worried.
"Boy Shen, you really impress me now. It is the first time in the history of the ghost world to kill a Mahayana monk with your early integration level!" Gu Yue couldn't help but praise.
This kid figured out a little bit about the sword realm during his integration period. He has a body of blood and spirit, a body of five elements, and a half-indestructible body... Gu Yue is completely convinced. He has never seen talent before.
Such an amazing person!
"It's just a coincidence. If Brother Gu Yue hadn't come to the rescue, I would have ended up here." Shen Lang said with a bitter smile.
"Oh, luckily I wasn't late."
Gu Yue sighed, then glanced at the corpse Kun in the sky and several spirit boats of the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan, and said in a sinister tone: "All the idiots of the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan, get out of here!"
Hearing this roar, several young masters of the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan were startled. Niu Feng, Ma Long, Meng Fei, Yin De and others led a large group of followers and flew down from the spirit boat.
"Young Master, don't be stunned there!"
The old man in black robes on the corpse Kun immediately grabbed Tianyou and flew down, followed closely by a group of followers from the Celestial Ghost Clan.
Fu'er was the first to fall to the ground and bowed to Gu Yue respectfully: "Fu'er has met Master Gu Yue."
"I've met Master!"
Several young masters of the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan hesitated for a while and then fell to the ground.
"Meet the ancestors!"
The followers of the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan also knelt on the ground and performed the highest level of etiquette.
Gu Yue Ghost Emperor is the master of the nine great ghost emperors of the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan, so the monks of the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan naturally do not dare to neglect him.
"Ancestor Gu Yue, I am really ashamed that we have missed you so far!"
The old man in black robe took a step forward and bowed towards Gu Yue.
Gu Yue looked at the old man in black robe with an unhappy face, and slapped him in the face.
"Snapped!"
With a crisp sound, Gu Yue's slap hit the black-robed old man's face hard.
"ah!"
The old man in black robe screamed and almost flew out. His face was deformed by the beating, his mouth was full of blood, and two of his teeth were broken.
"Trash, as a Mahayana monk from the Jiuzhou Imperial Clan, you know that Young Shen Lang is my old friend, but you are still happy to watch the show and refuse to save Young Shen. Do you really think that I don't exist?"
Gu Yue scolded angrily.
Seeing Gu Yue's sudden move, a group of monks from the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan couldn't help but be startled.
He is worthy of being the master of the Nine Ghost Emperors of the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan. He is unequivocal in his teachings to the Mahayana elders of his clan.
"Ancestor, calm down! I am not..."
The old man in black robe was trembling with fear and was about to explain.
"Okay, okay, you monks from the Heavenly Ghost Tribe and that corpse Kun should disappear from my presence immediately!" Gu Yue waved her sleeves and shouted impatiently.
"yes!"
The old man in black robe had an earth-colored face, so he could only withdraw with Tianyou and the followers of the Tiangui clan.
Tianyou originally wanted to argue with Gu Yue about the ownership of the Ghost King Seal, but after seeing Shen Lang's abnormal strength, Tianyou was embarrassed to say so and could only leave with a look of resentment on his face.
No matter how unwilling he was, Tianyou had to admit that his strength was indeed inferior to Shen Lang.
Gu Yue originally wanted to scold other monks from the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan, but Shen Lang stopped him and said: "Brother Gu Yue, forget it, my colleagues from the Imperial Clan have helped me a lot, don't embarrass them."
"Well, as the big brother, I just want to seek justice for you."
Gu Yue shook her head and sighed. He glanced at the young masters and young ladies of the Jiuzhou Imperial Clan and shouted: "Listen up, you idiots. Shen Lang is always a guest of the Jiuzhou Imperial Clan. Treat him as you treat me." !Tell this to my nine useless disciples!"
"yes!"
Five young ladies from the Nine Provinces Imperial Clan responded in succession.
"Okay, you guys should leave quickly." Gu Yue threw her hands away with a look of disgust and murmured to herself: "It's true that one generation is worse than the other."
Shen Lang hugged his fists towards Niu Feng, Ma Long and the other five young ladies of the Kyushu Imperial Clan: "See you soon."
"goodbye!"
Niu Feng, Ma Long and other young masters also politely returned the greeting with fists clasped. They now looked at Shen Lang with a hint of awe in their eyes.
During the Operation Reincarnation Mountain before, these young masters of the Imperial Clan were somewhat discriminatory and even contemptuous towards Shen Lang. Now, with Shen Lang's great strength and promising future, they did not dare to neglect him.
Although Yin De was still a little unhappy with Shen Lang, he didn't dare to show it anymore.
Not long after, the four young masters of the Imperial Clan left Samsara Mountain with their followers.
This time, among the six major Jiuzhou imperial clans, only Fuler did not bring a follower.
Before leaving, Fu'er stepped forward and handed Shen Lang a sachet, with a mysterious smile on her delicate face: "Mr. Shen, I give you this, it may be of some help to you."
Shen Lang didn't feel comfortable asking directly, so he simply took the sachet and nodded: "Thank you, Miss Fuler."
"We made a promise before that if you pass through the Kyushu Continent next time, you must come to the Meiling Tribe as a guest." Fu'er smiled playfully.
"must!"
Shen Lang nodded slightly.
After the two chatted for a while, Fu'er also left. Before leaving, she couldn't help but look at Shen Lang a few more times, and an inexplicable emotion arose in her heart.
Fu'er naturally doesn't like contact with the opposite sex, but Shen Lang is an exception. She feels that this man is a mystery, which makes her have an uncontrollable urge to understand this man.
Shen Lang had a special charm that attracted her, an indescribable charm.
What girl is not pregnant? Fu'er does have a crush on Shen Lang, but on the other hand, she feels that this man is unattainable, and there is always a slight sense of loss in her heart.