"There is no way to repay the kindness of saving my father!"
Xie Ying's eyes were red, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, he knelt down towards Shen Lang again.
Shen Lang helped him up, shook his head and said: "Brother, don't treat me like an outsider. I just did what I should do. Brother, don't be happy too early. Although Senior Weitian is not in danger, his soul is still alive."
The damage is serious, and it may not be that simple to fully recover him."
Tears filled Xie Ying's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: "As long as my father can survive, everything is hopeful. No matter how serious the damage to his soul is, I will find a way to cure him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Holy Lord Xue Ye floated over and threw a jade box towards Xie Ying.
Xie Ying subconsciously took the jade box and turned to Holy Lord Xue Ye with doubtful eyes.
Holy Lord Xue Ye left with a puff of sleeves and said without looking back: "This thing is called 'Jade Blood Lotus'. It is the treasure of Tianxue Palace. It can heal the soul. Please give it to him as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Holy Lord."
Although Xie Ying knew that his father and Holy Lord Xue Ye were not willing to deal with each other, he did not reject Holy Lord Xue Ye's kindness and accepted it gratefully.
Opening the jade box, there was indeed a lotus shaped like blood jade inside, which released a breathtaking halo.
Xie Ying took out the bloody lotus and fed it to Evil Lord Wei Tian.
The Jade Blood Lotus melts in your mouth. The originally pale face of Evil Lord Weitian has a trace of blood, and his breath is much calmer. It is indeed effective!
"Xie Ying Donor, I still have Buddhism's 'soul-solidifying sand' here. Please give it to fellow Taoist Wei Tian."
Monk Kutu took out a golden medicine bottle and handed it to Xieying.
"Little friend Xieying, I have a bottle of refined 'Seven Colorful Divine Source' here, which also has the effect of healing the soul. Please accept it! In addition, the Tianfeng Clan and the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance will definitely do their best to cure the Heavenly Dao.
Friend’s soul is damaged.”
Fengyang stepped forward and handed over a bottle of colorful divine source, patted Xie Ying's shoulder and gave him a promise.
"Thank you all."
Seeing many monks offering help, Xie Ying, who had always been as cold as ice, was deeply moved and thanked him repeatedly.
After taking many heavenly materials, earthly treasures or elixirs that could heal the soul, the condition of Wei Tian Xiejun improved rapidly, and the damaged soul was restored, but he did not wake up so quickly for a while.
Zhang Daoling once calculated a hexagram for Evil Lord Wei Tian. There are two hexagrams: 'Wind Mountain Gradient' and 'Zeshui Entrapment'. The former means that his strength will gradually increase and he will enter the ranks of the top monks in the three realms. The latter means that he has a dream.
Death calamity, if you calculate it, you will die today exactly after the robbery in the three realms!
Perhaps encountering the unexpected change of Shen Lang, the Evil Lord of Deterrence managed to avoid his own death by a strange combination of circumstances.
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"Shen Lang, you...are you okay? Are you injured in any way?"
Su Ruoxue flew to Shen Lang's side anxiously and touched Shen Lang's face and chest. Her pretty face looked dazed and frightened, as if she wanted to make sure whether all this was an illusion.
"Xue'er, don't worry, I'm living well and everything is safe." Shen Lang grinned.
Su Ruoxue's eyes were gleaming, as if she could cry at any time, and she fell directly into Shen Lang's arms.
A gust of fragrant wind blew against his face, and Shen Lang felt Su Ruoxue's delicate body trembling slightly in his arms, tears streaming down his face, and those snow-white arms holding him tightly as if they had infinite power.
Shen Lang reached out and wiped away the tears on the woman's eyelashes, and said softly: "Okay, don't cry. If others laugh at you, your image of a goddess will be gone."
Su Ruoxue's face turned red: "Anyway, I am your Shen Lang's wife. With you as a great hero, who dares to laugh at this beautiful woman?"
Shen Lang was a little dumbfounded.
Hua Ziling, Le Fei'er Yuyao, Murong Mingyue and other goddesses came forward anxiously. Seeing that Shen Lang's breath was stable and he was bouncing around as usual, they were completely relieved.
The high-ranking monks of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance gathered together in groups of three and two, feeling extremely emotional in their hearts. Everyone felt a sense of relief after surviving a catastrophe.
The tension, depression and pain from the war just now were finally eliminated.
In this battle, the monks of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance suffered very little losses.
Among the high-level monks, only three peak Mahayana monks were sacrificed. These three were not Shen Lang's acquaintances or friends, which also allowed Shen Lang not to have too much psychological burden.
"Brother Xian, if it weren't for you this time, the Three Realms would be over! On behalf of all the monks of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, I would like to thank my brother Xian for your life-saving grace." Fengyang bowed to Shen Lang.
"Yes, my dear brother must be worshiped by us!"
Gu Yue also bowed and bowed.
All the monks were in awe and bowed to Shen Lang, sincerely convinced.
Shen Lang was able to kill the Holy Lord of the Outer Realm with his own strength. Such achievements in saving the world were enough for Liu Fang to be recorded in the history of the ancient spiritual world forever!
Just as Su Ruoxue said, at this moment, all the top leaders of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance regard Shen Lang as a great hero.
Shen Lang waved his hand and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "You don't have to be like this. Shen's original purpose was not to save the world, he just did what he wanted to do and protected the people he wanted to protect."
"In addition, fellow Taoists, don't be too optimistic. Even if the Holy Lord of the Outer Realm has died, there is no guarantee that the army of monks from the Outer Realm will not invade the ancient spiritual world again. What's more, if Samsara Mountain is destroyed, we have to think carefully about how to prevent it.
The death energy spreads throughout the three realms."
As soon as these words came out, the admiration around them suddenly became smaller. Indeed, as Shen Lang said, the current situation is still a bit grim.
Just because the Samsara Mountain was destroyed, there was nothing they could do.
Unless they are true immortals in the upper realm, it is impossible for monks in the lower realm to be able to repair a place of reincarnation like Samsara Mountain. Once the place of reincarnation cannot be repaired, all living beings in the three realms will still suffer.
"Yes, the most urgent task is to solve the problem of the collapse of the law of reincarnation in the three realms."
Fengyang frowned and fell into deep thought.
"Perhaps, we can ask Brother Xuanxiao."
Shen Lang suddenly remembered Xuan Xiao who was trapped in the painting. He flew and immediately came to Chi Yang's body.
Previously, Chi Yang used the Seven Saints' Tide Watching Picture to seal Xuan Xiao. Shen Lang wanted to rescue Xuan Xiao from the picture first to see if Xuan Xiao could repair Samsara Mountain.
If there is nothing you can do, you may really have to ask the Styx Goddess or the Twelve Blood Lotuses.
Fengyang had previously ordered two peak Mahayana monks from the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance to guard Chiyang's body and head.
Just when Shen Lang was about to get close to Chi Yang's body, a sudden change occurred!
I saw a tiny red centipede suddenly flying out from the ground where the body was.
"call out!"
The red centipede was like an undetectable red light ray, shooting at the head of one of the peak Mahayana demon cultivators guarding the corpse.
"ah!!!"
The green-robed demon cultivator let out an extremely sharp scream, as if he had suffered tremendous pain, and the scream was particularly cruel and terrifying.
The sudden scream startled all the monks present.
"What's going on?"
Shen Lang's mind was filled with fear, and the nine silver flying swords behind him burst out of the box, spinning around him and assuming an attacking posture.