Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and realized that this person must be Li Xuan, the "Tieguai Li" in the picture of worshiping immortals.
Li Xuan is ranked 22nd among the star generals in heaven and is quite powerful. Shen Lang guessed that the Li Xuan who appeared in front of him might be the remnant soul he left behind in this image of worshiping the immortal.
The powerful people in the true immortal world are all interested in leaving behind their remnant souls. Leaving only a few strands has no impact on themselves. After the death of the incarnation, it can also become a trace of solace for their attachment to their lives.
Of course, not all strong men have this habit. For example, the Erlang God Yang Jian did not leave any remnant soul in his life, otherwise there would be a lonely statue in the Palace of the True King.
"Junior Shen Lang has met senior Li Xuan!"
Shen Lang respectfully saluted the lame old man who was walking towards him. Unexpectedly, the old man ignored him at all and actually bypassed Shen Lang and walked forward, continuing to sing songs leisurely.
"Senior Li Xuan, please wait!"
Shen Lang was stunned for a moment and hurriedly chased after him.
Unexpectedly, the lame old man walked faster and faster, walking as fast as flying. Shen Lang also increased his speed and ran with all his strength to catch up with the lame old man. He shouted: "Senior Li Xuan, I don't have any ill intentions. I just heard that you can get good fortune in the paintings.
So come in and take a peek.”
Li Xuan's speed did not slow down, and he said with a smile: "Oh? It's a pity that your cultivation is too weak and your bone age is too young. My paintings are not for little kids like you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xuan's speed increased a bit.
Seeing that the distance between himself and Li Xuan was widening, Shen Lang became anxious and shouted: "The younger generation has learned from Master Taiyi, I hope the senior can give me some face!"
As soon as these words came out, Li Xuan slowed down, turned around and looked at Shen Lang a few times while running, and said with a smile: "Oh, are you a senior disciple of Taiyi?"
Shen Lang was also in a hurry and went to the doctor just now, so he said that he was Taiyi's apprentice. Seeing that his words really attracted Li Xuan's attention, he immediately said: "Junior and Senior Taiyi have met several times.
I don’t know if the few treasures given by his old man are considered his disciples."
"Good boy, show me this old cripple what a treasure it is?"
Li Xuan smiled slowly, then opened his mouth and blew out a breeze towards Shen Lang.
In an instant, Shen Lang felt that the stagnant chaotic spiritual power in his soul began to circulate slightly.
Shen Lang knew that this was an opportunity given to him by Li Xuan to show off. He took a deep breath and immediately launched the Guangtian Palace. A golden mini palace rotated at high speed in the palm of his hand.
This was not over yet. Shen Lang forcibly summoned the purple-flame snake-tooth fire-pointed gun spirit from his soul, and concentrated it in front of him. The three-pointed gun blade burst out with a dazzling golden flame gun, and the tassel-shaped purple fire was billowing with extraordinary momentum.
!
Immortal treasures are existences that are integrated with the soul, so Shen Lang can still sacrifice these two treasures in the painting.
Especially the Purple Flame Snake Tooth Fire Pointed Gun Weapon Spirit, more than a thousand years have passed since the last time the weapon spirit came out.
Shen Lang had sealed it in his body for so long and kept it warm. In addition, his cultivation had now surpassed that of a human immortal, and his soul power had greatly increased. Although it would not be able to increase the ability of the weapon spirit, it could already force the weapon spirit to break out of the body.
When Li Xuan saw Shen Lang taking out the Guangtian Palace, his cloudy eyes were already shining. When he saw the purple-flame snake-tooth fire-pointed spear summoned by Shen Lang, his expression finally changed: "The third prince's fire-pointed spear."
Weapon spirit? That’s weird…”
Before Shen Lang could answer, Li Xuan said to himself: "Old cripple, I understand. After the third prince died in the battle, Senior Taiyi took away the weapon spirit of the Fire Point Spear, and then gave it to you. That's it.
Speaking of which, Senior Taiyi survived the world-destroying battle!"
Just a fire-pointed spear spirit can quickly think of so many things. Shen Lang admired Li Xuan's wisdom and wisdom, nodded and said: "Senior Taiyi is right, senior Taiyi is indeed still alive."
"It seems like it's not as bad out there as I thought."
After Li Xuan sighed with emotion, he stopped running and leaned against a big tree.
Shen Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief. After taking away the two treasures, he came to Li Xuan and said respectfully: "Senior Li Xuan, can you believe what this junior says now?"
Li Xuan smiled and said nothing. He picked up the gourd in his hand and was about to take a few sips, but the gourd was empty. He couldn't help frowning and said: "Hey, boy, the old cripple is thirsty. Please use this flower basket to help me fill it."
Order some water to quench your thirst!"
After saying that, Li Xuan took out a flower basket from somewhere and threw it to Shen Lang.
Shen Lang was full of doubts. Does the body of the remnant soul still need to quench its thirst?
Soon, he realized that maybe the other party was testing him.
"Why doesn't the old man use the gourd in his hand to hold water?" Shen Lang asked curiously.
"My gourd can only hold fairy wine and liquid, not water." Li Xuan shook his head repeatedly with a look of disgust on his face.
"oh."
Shen Lang responded and took the flower basket handed by Li Xuan.
"Remember to fill the basket before you come back." Li Xuan did not forget to give the instruction.
Shen Lang was a little confused, but he still nodded and said: "Okay, senior, wait here for a while, junior will come back when you go."
After saying that, Shen Lang picked up the flower basket and walked towards the river ahead.
The flower basket that Li Xuan gave himself was no different from an ordinary flower basket. It was made of wooden strips and had many hollow holes at the bottom. If you use this thing to hold water, it will definitely leak.
After taking away the Guangtian Palace and the Fire Point Spear Spirit, Shen Lang's body is now empty again, and he is unable to use his magical powers to take shortcuts.
Shen Lang glanced at the river and saw the green lotus leaves on the other side. He realized something and immediately stepped forward to pick some. He wrapped the flower basket tightly with lotus leaves and finally filled a basket.
The water was brought to Li Xuan: "Old senior, please use it."
Li Xuan took the basket and drank it all, patted his belly and said with a smile: "You are really smart. I have tested many disciples with this method, but you are the one who figured it out the fastest."
"Since you are a disciple of Senior Taiyi, you can be considered to be from the same sect as Master Erlang Zhenjun. It is reasonable for this painting to fall on you. In addition, your young man has good qualifications and has cultivated a Taoist heart. It is difficult for the old cripple to make things difficult for him again.
It’s up to you. When you meet the two Immortal Ancestors later, don’t neglect them!”
Before Shen Lang had time to ask, Li Xuan sang the mysterious ballad at the top of his voice.
As they sang, the clouds and mist billowed in the sky, and suddenly a large swath of colorful rays of light descended, and a green cow and a white crane flew out.
Sitting on top of the green ox was an old man in Taoist robes with white hair and a childish face. The old man's facial features were blurred, and a huge seven-color halo lit up behind him, like a divine light coming into the world and penetrating the sky!
Immortal, eternal, mysterious, profound... There are not many words to describe the feeling brought by this old man in Taoist robes, as if he has become one with the world and he is this world!
On the back of the white crane sat an old man in a green robe, whose appearance could not be seen clearly either. There was a dazzling white light all over his body, making it impossible not to look at him.
"Li Xuan pays homage to Master and pays homage to Immortal Ancestor Bodhi!" Li Xuan looked solemn and bowed to the two old men in the sky.