Chapter 1774 It's best not to be caught by the old man
"boom!"
The Bodhi Bell is as solid as a rock, and the golden light of the Buddha's shadow swells, trying its best to resist the attack of the demonic light.
The lame old man complained endlessly and felt extremely unwilling. The spiritual power in his body was about to be exhausted. If this continued, he might really die in the hands of this kid.
The lame old man is a monk in the Transformation Stage. If he wants to kneel down and beg for mercy to a Nascent Soul Stage monk, he will definitely not be able to say it. It would be too humiliating. If the other party is also a monk in the Transformation Stage, then you can still consider it.
I struggled in my mind for a while, but I had no choice but to take the last resort!
Before the lame old man ran out of spiritual power, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, consumed his own vital energy, and drew a bloody talisman in front of him.
The bloody talisman twisted in mid-air, tearing a small crack in the space, and the crack continued to expand.
At this moment, the lame old man used the huge energy in his life essence to activate the Bodhi Bell with all his strength.
"Buzz buzz!"
I saw the Bodhi Bell releasing thousands of Buddha lights, the phantom of the Buddha emitting a low Sanskrit sound, and a large amount of Buddha lights pouring out from the Bodhi Bell and radiating in all directions.
The strong Buddha's light shone all over the place, and for a moment it even dispersed all the demonic light from Dutian Hunyuan that was rushing towards the Bodhi Bell.
However, at this moment, the lame old man suddenly put away the powerful Bodhi Bell. The bloody talisman in the air in front of him had torn a two-meter-long crack into the space, twisting like a water snake.
"Space teleportation technique!"
After the Bodhi Bell was removed, Shen Lang saw the bloody talisman and couldn't help being shocked and exclaimed!
This is the blood shadow teleportation technique passed down from ancient times by the Longyuan Black Ink Clan. Only the monks of the Black Ink Clan at the stage of becoming gods can master this technique. When using this technique, a large amount of life essence must be consumed.
The lame old man is more than 1,800 years old and suffers from hidden diseases. The consumption of his life energy this time will cost him at least fifty years of life!
The lame old man had no choice. If he didn't use the space teleportation technique to escape, he would probably be beaten to death by Shen Lang, so he had to use this method at the expense of his life.
"Kid, remember, you'd better not be caught by me in the future, otherwise I will torture you to a point where you are worse than dead!" The lame old man let out a violent roar, and his thin body was like a loach, burrowing into the cracks in the space.
"Leave it to me!"
Shen Lang exclaimed and immediately used the Nine Transformations of Blood Spirit to transform into the form of Lei Peng.
"Boom!"
The golden roc used the flying thunder escape technique and dodged to the crack in space, trying to pull the lame old man out.
Unfortunately, it's a step too late.
The lame old man had already entered the crack in the space. The bloody sigil disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the crack also disappeared. The space healed rapidly, turning into waves of ripples, and then returned to normal.
"Damn, that's too fast."
Shen Lang cursed secretly in his heart, his face turned earth-colored.
The old guy actually ran away at the critical moment.
This is not the point. The point is that the other party is a god-transformation monk from a well-known family in Longyuan Continent. If he knows his identity, he will definitely come to hunt him down.
Shen Lang was extremely depressed. Within a few days of his peaceful life, he would fall into a vicious circle of being hunted and killed again.
"Sir, are you okay?" Xiaorou flew out of the spirit beast bag on Shen Lang's waist and saw that his face turned pale, so she couldn't help but ask with concern.
"It's okay, it can't be considered an injury." Shen Lang shook his head.
"I'm sorry, sir, Xiaorou can't help at all." Xiaorou said in despair.
She had no room to intervene in the fierce fight between Shen Lang and the lame old man just now, and she felt a little depressed.
He clearly promised to live and die with Shen Lang, but he couldn't do anything to help him. As a spiritual beast, he was really useless.
"Don't think so. If you hadn't reminded me to use the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, I would have confessed here this time." Shen Lang shook his head.
"Sir, this old man might go to recruit reinforcements. What should we do now?" Xiaorou asked through gritted teeth.
"No matter what, people are dead and birds are flying in the air. Your young master is used to being hunted down by others. He doesn't care about this one more time. Without further ado, let's go to the Fairy and Demon Island to take a look!"
Shen Lang took back the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella and said helplessly.
He just hoped that the Jiuyi Cauldron had not been taken away by the lame old man, otherwise Fairy Yunmeng would be in misfortune.
Shen Lang has also been using Shengyang's war energy to maintain Fairy Yunmeng's life in the past six months, but this is not a long-term solution after all. It is enough for him to bring Su Ruoxue, and he cannot always carry the unconscious Fairy Yunmeng around.
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Fairy Yunmeng was still alive, so she couldn't be put into the storage ring. Shen Lang kept her in an ice coffin and placed her on the Flying Star Divine Boat.
"good."
Xiaorou nodded solemnly and flew back to Shen Lang's spirit beast bag.
The Immortal Demon Island was not far from the south of the sea, and Shen Lang flew towards the south.
Two monks were attracted one after another. Shen Lang still didn't know what the purpose of these two people was and whether there were other monks on the island, so he was extremely wary.
In the battle just now, Shen Lang was somewhat depleted, but he still retained his fighting power. There was still a small part of the Dutian Hunyuan Demonic Light in the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella. Once it was hit, it could kill ten or twenty ordinary Yuanmen instantly.
An infant monk.
So Shen Lang has enough confidence and confidence.
Not long after, the Immortal and Demonic Island was in front of him. Shen Lang shrank his eyes. His spiritual consciousness was so powerful that he noticed the traces of monks in the center of the island from a distance. He couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.
There was a group of Nascent Soul monks outside the cave in the central valley of the island. These monks were ordered by the lame old man to guard this place, so no one left. They didn't know what was going on, and they didn't realize that Shen Lang was spying on them with his spiritual consciousness.
Shen Lang once took a Dream Fruit, and now his spiritual consciousness is 10 to 20% stronger than that of ordinary monks in the late Nascent Soul. Monks whose spiritual consciousness is stronger than the opponent at a certain level can avoid being discovered by the other party while spying on the other party.
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There are eleven Nascent Soul stages in total, all of them are in the middle Nascent Soul stage.
With Shen Lang's current cultivation strength, it would be easy to deal with this group of mid-stage Nascent Soul monks.
"Nine Transformations of Blood Spirit!"
The golden dragon pattern on his arm rose in golden light, and Shen Lang transformed into the form of a huge golden-horned dragon and flew towards the center of the valley of Fairy Demon Island.
The group of Nascent Soul monks who were guarding outside the cave in the center of the valley couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when they saw a golden-horned dragon with a terrifying aura flying suddenly from the sky.
"Which demon clan are you from? What are you doing here?"
The leader, an old man in green robe who was at the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage, panicked and immediately shouted at the golden dragon in the sky.
"I'm here to kill you!"
The golden dragon opened its fangs and spit out a storm of golden blades.
"ah!!!"
The old man in green robe was killed by the golden blade storm before he could activate his magic weapon defense.
The other monks were scared to death and offered their magic weapons one after another.
The golden dragon went crazy and swung its giant blade-like tail. A storm of golden blades swirled around the dragon's scales, and it directly chopped the bodies of the two Nascent Soul monks into pieces.