"You want the Tianshui Bell? Go ahead and dream!" Feng Yue Lao Mo was furious.
"Hmph, Old Demon Fengyue, I'll give you ten breaths to think about it. A piece of Tianshui Bell, in exchange for the wealth and lives of the three of you, you have to think clearly." Master Qingyang sneered confidently.
He expected that the three members of the Hehuan Sect would not dare to fight with them. Even if they fought, his side would definitely win.
If you really want to fight to the death with the opponent, you will have to waste all your efforts to capture these three people. It will definitely affect the treasure hunt into Soul Burial Mountain.
Therefore, Master Qingyang is not greedy for more. He just proposed that Old Demon Fengyue hand over the Tianshui Bell. It would be best if he can force this person to hand over the treasure without any effort.
"Damn, you are so cunning!"
Fengyue Laomo scolded the eighteenth generation of Qingyang Zhenren's ancestors in his heart, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
If he had not encountered these Nanlu monks in the middle of the canyon, Fengyue Laomo would have had full confidence. Even if his side was unable to defeat them, escaping would not have been a problem.
But in the middle of the canyon, there are space cracks everywhere in the sky, and the innate clutching light is wandering everywhere. If you dare to fly away quickly, you are definitely seeking death!
If the physical body is destroyed, not even the Nascent Soul can escape.
Old Demon Feng Yue regretted a little. He should have trusted Zhang Daoling and entered Soul Burial Mountain with everyone, but now he encountered this mess.
If you really want to fight with each other, you will definitely lose on your side!
If you talk about handing over Tianshui Ling, Feng Yue Laomo will not be able to swallow it even to the death.
"Qingyang, if you want my Tianshui Bell, it's better to kneel down and beg me! Anyway, I don't have much life left. At worst, I will fight to the death today!" Old Demon Feng Yue roared angrily.
The eyes of the other two early-stage Nascent Soul monks from the Hehuan Sect also showed a hint of ruthlessness. Although the monks from the Hehuan Sect did not have a good reputation, they had good courage. Seeing that the other party was not prepared to give in, Master Qingyang looked a little gloomy and said:
"In that case, then suffer death!"
As soon as the voice fell, both sides sacrificed their magic weapons one after another, and the swords were at war.
Just then.
"Old dog Qingyang, old dog Kuangyan, haha, we are really enemies on a narrow road, and we bumped into you again!"
A mocking sneer came from the woods behind.
"What a villain, how dare you scold me!" Venerable Kuangyan was furious.
Everyone's expressions changed and they all followed the sound.
I saw a young man wearing a white robe, speeding from the woods like a ghost.
The young man in the white robe was none other than Shen Lang. Su Ruoxue followed closely behind, and the two of them ducked out of the way and appeared in front of everyone.
He and the two Nascent Soul Stage monks from the Hehuan Sect hurried on at full speed until they arrived at the foot of the Soul Burying Mountain. It was really incredible that two mere Yuanying Stage monks could reach the foot of the Soul Burying Mountain so quickly.
Shen Lang is quite powerful and might be able to help him resolve the crisis!
"Shen Lang, it's you!"
The expressions on the faces of Master Qingyang and others changed greatly, and they all suspected for a moment whether they had seen hallucinations.
Not only did this kid not run away, but did he follow him all the way? If that was the case, this kid's courage would be too great!
"Fuck, how is this possible!" Venerable Kuangyan's old face was a little distorted.
He had clearly borrowed a glass lamp to shoot out the five-color divine light and beat Shen Lang half to death. It had only been a few days, but this bastard was actually alive and kicking again, as if nothing had happened.
This made Lord Kuangyan wonder if his glass cup was broken. "You bastard named Shen, how dare you show up!" Master Qingyang pointed at Shen Lang angrily, his old face a little twisted.
Previously, they were chasing Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue like mad dogs, but in the end, they were run away by this pair of dogs.
Master Qingyang was furious because of this matter. He never dreamed that this pair of bitches would dare to chase them and even appear in front of him. What a huge shame!
By the way, didn't the black-robed ancestor go after these men and women? How could he let them escape? Master Qingyang also couldn't figure it out.
Shen Lang smiled coldly: "Why don't you dare? Qingyang old dog, don't think that I will let you slaughter me. Today I will let you taste the pain!"
"you!"
Qingyang was so angry that he couldn't speak, and the veins on his forehead popped out.
He has seen arrogant people, but he has never seen anyone as arrogant as Shen Lang. As a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, Qingyang Zhenren has always been aloof. Ordinary Yuanying stage monks all worship him. When have you ever experienced this kind of thing? gas!
Feng Yue Lao Mo frowned and felt that Shen Lang was bragging too much. It was not that easy to make Qing Yang Lao Gou suffer.
"Shen Lang, don't underestimate this old man. Now that you're here, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave. The five of us and I should be able to fight a bloody path together!" Old Demon Feng Yue didn't have time to say any words of gratitude, and faced him directly. Shen Lang sent out a message.
Shen Lang did not respond, but sent a message to Su Ruoxue behind him: "Xue'er, a battle is inevitable, you should retreat first."
"No, I've almost recovered from my injury. I won't drag you down. Trust me!" Su Ruoxue gritted her teeth and said with a stubborn look on her face.
"Okay." Seeing the woman's expression, Shen Lang was at a loss and had no choice but to agree.
"You little bastard surnamed Shen, I don't know how you escaped the pursuit of the black-robed Taoist friends, but now that you dare to appear in front of me, I will definitely cut you into pieces!" Qingyang Zhenren's face said. He was extremely vicious, his eyes filled with boiling murderous intent. "Fellow Taoist in black robe? Haha, are you talking about the ancestor in black robe? I'm sorry, that trash has been killed by me!"
Shen Lang grinned and sneered, stretched out one hand, and the Sun God Bow appeared in his hand, with golden light shining and powerful spiritual power.
"It's the Sun God Bow of the Ghost Immortal Sect!" Venerable Kuangyan roared.
The faces of Master Qingyang and the other three Nascent Soul monks changed drastically. The Sun God Bow is a well-known magic weapon in the Southern Continent, and almost all Nascent Soul monks know it.
The Sun God Bow is the Black Robe Ancestor's most awesome magic weapon. If it appears in Shen Lang's hands, doesn't this mean... the Black Robe Ancestor has died!
Master Qingyang's face was ashen, and he found it difficult to accept this fact.
Not only him, but Venerable Kuangyan and several other Nascent Soul monks from the Southern Continent also couldn't figure out how two seriously injured people could kill the black-robed ancestor and three other Nascent Soul monks?
Feng Yue Lao Mo and three other Yuan Ying stage monks from the Hehuan Sect also looked at each other in shock. They didn't expect that Shen Lang was so capable that he actually killed the black-robed ancestor in the canyon.
"Enough nonsense, let's fight!" Shen Lang's eyes narrowed, and nine Lei Ze light-splitting swords flew out of his cuffs, spinning rapidly around him.
He didn't expect to run into Zhenren Qingyang. Although Hehuan Sect had a bad reputation, it was still a force in Beilu and had supported him. Shen Lang had no reason to stand idly by.
In a five-on-five situation, he is confident that he has the strength.
Moreover, Shen Lang knew that Venerable Kuang Yan was basically a fool. This guy had spent his life energy on activating the pseudo-Ancient Spiritual Treasure. It would be impossible to recover in a few days, and his combat power was estimated to be less than half of its original value.
In this way, Shen Lang can just use the three members of the Hehuan Sect to deal with Qingyang Laogou and others. This is his plan.