The two gatekeeper disciples have cultivation levels in the late stages of foundation building.
Shen Lang said without changing his expression: "Elder Wan Ming has something important for me to tell the Palace Master! Two senior brothers, please open the door of the palace and let me in. There is indeed something urgent to tell the Palace Master."
He made up a random reason: Elder Wan Ming was an early Nascent Soul monk from Ziyang Palace.
"this……"
The two gatekeeper disciples looked at each other with some hesitation. One of the gatekeeper disciples frowned and said: "Elder Wan Ming is not in the sect. How could he order you, a disciple who is in the early stage of foundation building, to do something? How do we know you?"
Is what you said true or false?”
Shen Lang frowned and said: "It's a very important matter. I hope the two senior brothers won't be suspicious. We can't afford it if it ruins the palace master's important affairs!"
"Okay...ok."
The two guarding disciples were startled and nodded immediately. I expected that they were just disciples in the foundation building stage, and they would definitely not have the guts to find such an excuse to see the palace master.
The palace master has been irritable and irritable recently. Last time, because he couldn't control his irritable mood, he accidentally killed a disciple in the palace. This incident was talked about by everyone in Ziyang Palace.
The two gatekeeper disciples didn't hesitate much and immediately opened the palace gate.
Shen Lang strode into the main hall and closed the door with his backhand.
The main hall of Ziyang Palace is completely empty. Master Daoyang is currently meditating in the bedroom of the side hall on one side of the main hall. The door of the side hall is closed.
Shen Lang sensed Daoyang's aura and walked towards the side hall on the first floor of the main hall. After a while, he reached the door of the side hall.
"I'm practicing. If it's nothing serious, get out of here!" Daoyang Zhenren's irritable and hoarse roar came from the side hall. Shen Lang smiled coldly and directly kicked the side hall with a "boom".
The door was kicked open.
In the bedroom of the side hall, Master Daoyang was sitting on a futon meditating. Seeing the rudeness of the visitor, he suddenly became furious and roared: "You dare to trespass into my palace master's training place, you are seeking death!"
Not only did Shen Lang not panic at all, but he actually laughed out loud: "Daoyang old dog, I haven't seen you for many years. You've become a lot more decadent. You must have become cynical because your life is about to end and there is no hope of breakthrough."
The Master Daoyang in front of him is much older than he was eighty years ago, and his skin is also covered with wrinkles.
Generally speaking, monks in the Nascent Soul stage age extremely slowly, but when their lifespan is about to end, the aging rate will increase significantly.
Today, Master Daoyang is over 980 years old. He is basically a monk with half a foot in the coffin, which is why he looks so old.
However, Master Daoyang pays attention to maintenance, so there should be no problem if he can live for another thirty years. He is not willing to die like this, and holds on to a glimmer of hope in an attempt to break through the divine transformation stage in these thirty years.
In fact, he was just daydreaming. For such an old body, the vitality has been weakened to such an extent that it is already impossible to break through.
Master Daoyang himself knew that his days were over, but he just refused to give in, so he became so irritable and irritable.
"Boy, who are you?"
Seeing someone kicking the door open and saying such words, Master Daoyang stood up from the futon, his cloudy old eyes showed a trace of murderous intent, and he had already seen that the person in front of him was not a disciple of the palace.
"Old dog Daoyang, I haven't seen you for more than eighty years and you don't recognize me anymore? Open your old eyes and see clearly who I am."
After saying that, Shen Lang lifted the disguise technique and returned to his original appearance.
Master Daoyang pointed at Shen Lang with his mouth wide open, his old face full of astonishment, and it took him a long time to shout: "Shen Lang, it's you!" There was a hint of surprise in the roar. Shen Lang snatched away Honghuang in the first place.
Lingbao Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, in the past, he pursued and killed Shen Lang but failed, and he was angry about this matter for a long time.
I didn’t expect that one day, this kid would come to my door again?
"Little beast, hand over the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella!"
Without even thinking about it, Master Daoyang turned into a whirlwind of purple-grey flames and rushed towards Shen Lang.
He thought Shen Lang was as easy to pinch as an ant, just like before!
Seeing this scene, Shen Lang couldn't help but sneered, and immediately used the nine Lei Ze light-splitting swords to activate the Jiuli Sword Formation.
"Boohoo!"
The nine golden flying swords suddenly turned into eighty-one rays of sword light, spinning around Shen Lang at high speed, wrapping up Shen Lang like a golden lightning tornado.
Master Daoyang was really confused. He naturally thought that Shen Lang was trash, so he rushed straight towards the lightning tornado, immediately triggering the defense of the Jiuli Sword Formation.
"boom!"
Daoyang Zhenren's body covered with flames hit the Jiuli Sword Formation, making a violent explosion.
The violent golden thunder knocked Master Daoyang far away and hit the wall on the side of the side hall with a "dong" sound, causing him to fall to pieces.
Fortunately, with the Purple Yang Fire protecting his body, Master Daoyang only had a surge of energy and blood in his body and did not suffer any injuries.
"No...this is impossible!"
Master Daoyang exclaimed and immediately got up from the ground. His old face changed color completely, and he stared at Shen Lang in disbelief. Only then did he realize the other party's cultivation level.
"You are actually in the middle stage of Nascent Soul!"
Master Daoyang wondered for a moment whether he had seen an illusion. It had only been more than eighty years, and the bastard who was originally in the middle stage of Dan Formation turned into a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul! "Yes, old man, it seems that
You're in for a surprise." Shen Lang laughed, and then said coldly: "No more nonsense. Master Daoyang, I came to you today because I want to know the whereabouts of the Fire Spirit Seed. If you tell me honestly
, maybe if I am happy, I can keep your body intact."
Daoyang Zhenzhen laughed angrily: "Very good! Little bastard, I didn't expect you to grow to this point. But don't be too arrogant. Do you think you can win with your cultivation? I don't think so.
Do you know the whereabouts of the Fire Spirit Seed? Just dream about it!"
Shen Lang's eyes flashed fiercely: "Don't tell me? Then I will use the Soul Searching Technique on you later!"
After saying that, Shen Lang activated the Jiuli Sword Formation with all his strength.
Eighty-one rays of sword light turned into a lightning storm and swept towards Daoyang Zhenren.
"hiss!"
Master Daoyang had never seen a small sword array with such power. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and his old face became extremely ferocious.
He seriously underestimated Shen Lang's strength. It would be impossible for an ordinary mid-stage Yuanying monk to deliver such a powerful blow, and even late-stage Yuanying monks might not have this ability.
After all, Master Daoyang is an old monster who has lived for almost a thousand years. He has extremely rich vision and experience. He knows that if he does not use his strongest attack, he may not be able to withstand Shen Lang's attack!
He pushed out his palms with a ferocious expression, and a large amount of purple-gray flames surged out of his palms, forming a huge fire storm in front of him.
I saw the purple-gray flame storm hitting the golden lightning storm.