When everyone in the Soul Clan saw this celestial sign, they instantly showed expressions of ecstasy and fell to their knees one after another.
"What the hell!"
The two leaders of the demon tribe looked at the gray vortex that suddenly appeared in the sky, with expressions of disbelief.
I saw the vortex getting bigger and bigger, and finally a white light suddenly shot out from the vortex.
Whoosh!
The white light flew out of the vortex and landed in the air thousands of meters above the ground, revealing the figure of a young man.
If not Shen Lang, who is he?
Shen Lang looked around and murmured to himself: "This gray world has such a powerful power of forbidden air. It is somewhat similar to the virtual world."
There is a powerful power of forbidden air in the gray world.
A cultivator as strong as Shen Lang in the Divine Source Realm could only fly at a low altitude.
Once it exceeds a certain height, it will be suppressed by an outrageously powerful air force.
Shen Lang has the experience of entering the other four small realms, so he is not surprised by this.
What really shocked him was that the speed of time in this gray world was very different from that in the real immortal world.
The moment Shen Lang entered the gray world, he felt that some kind of strange distortion had occurred in time and space.
Compared with the outside world, the time and space in the gray world seems to be accelerated, and the flow of time should be much faster than that in the true fairy world...
As for how fast it will be released, Shen Lang has no way of estimating.
In the past, the Samsara Heavenly Palace and the Nine Heavenly Palaces he entered were space magic weapons that slowed down the flow of time. Now, this was the first time he came to a space where time accelerated, and he couldn't help but feel a little weird.
Speeding up time is not a good thing.
If you were an ordinary monk and were in a space where time was accelerating, your life span would also be expedited.
I'm afraid no monk in this world can accept his lifespan being shortened, right?
I don’t know why Patriarch Hongjun built such an independent interface that would speed up the flow of time.
Fortunately, Shen Lang is already a Heavenly Lord in the Divine Source Realm and has an infinite lifespan, so he is naturally not affected by the flow of time.
Just then.
A call from below interrupted Shen Lang's thoughts.
"God Zixiao, you have finally appeared!"
The old man from the Soul Clan looked up at Shen Lang in the sky, his eyes showing almost fanatical excitement.
"Welcome to the Lord Zixiao!"
The soul monks shouted in unison,
"God Zixiao?"
Shen Lang frowned, his expression slightly surprised.
With his eyesight, he could see that there were two waves of forces fighting below.
One of them is the demon race, and the other is this strange race that calls itself the God of Purple Sky.
The reason why they are called strange is that these monks look like humans, but they have no body, like phantoms.
"Are these monks the soul clan from ancient books?"
Shen Lang suddenly thought of records in ancient books that there were four major human races in the Hunyuan era, namely: the witch race, the spiritual race, the blood race, and the soul race.
Thinking of the existence of spirit tribesmen in the star realm, these mysterious disembodied humans in the gray world should be soul tribesmen.
The two leaders of the demon clan not far away looked at Shen Lang who suddenly appeared in the sky, with uncertain expressions on their faces.
It was clear that there was only one last step left to destroy this group of soul tribesmen, but I didn't expect that such a change would happen.
"Commander Yin, this person's identity is unknown. Do we want to retreat and avoid the danger for now?"
The giant black tiger sent a message and asked the silver dragon beside him.
Silver Dragon glanced at Shen Lang in the sky, and said gloomily: "I can't sense the aura on this person. It's probably a group of soul race bastards who created it through illusion and secret methods, trying to scare us away."
"We have finally pushed the Soul Clan to a dead end. How can we be willing to give up halfway now?"
Commander Black Tiger looked worried: "If this person is really the god of Zixiao Palace, I'm afraid..."
"The Zixiao Palace was destroyed many years ago. Where did the gods come from? The Demon Emperor has been conquering the world for so many years, but he has never heard of any gods from the Zixiao Palace coming to this world?"
"In my opinion, this is definitely a cover-up trick by the Soul Clan people. They just want to use this phantom to scare us away."
"Let me, the commander, break this phantom!"
The silver dragon believed that Shen Lang standing in the void was a false phantom, so it opened its mouth and spit out a silver beam of light, shooting towards Shen Lang.
At the moment when the silver beam of light was about to hit Shen Lang.
"How dare you be so arrogant as a mere little demon in the Hunyuan realm?"
Shen Lang frowned, and a wisp of white flame popped out from his fingertips.
There was a muffled sound of "boom".
The moment the white flames hit the silver light pillar, it suddenly exploded and turned into a white light that shot into the sky, swallowing up the silver light pillar in an instant.
"This...this is impossible!"
When Yinlong saw that his magical power not only failed to destroy Shen Lang, but was defeated by Shen Lang with an understatement, his face became extremely ugly, and he secretly thought something bad.
By the time he reacted, it was already too late.
Shen Lang flicked his finger, and a crescent-shaped bloody wind blade shot out from his fingertips.
"Hoo ho ho!"
I saw the wind blade attacking the silver dragon with lightning speed, cutting cracks in the space wherever it passed.
The silver dragon had no time to dodge, and its body was cut off at the waist by the bloody wind blade!
Even his flesh and blood were crushed to pieces by the space cracks created by the wind blade, and his body and soul were destroyed on the spot.
This is not over yet.
After the terrifying blood-colored wind blade sliced into pieces the silver dragon's body, it flew straight into the group of demon cultivators behind and exploded.
“Dong dong dong!!!”
The sound of horrifying explosions filled the air, and the terrifying light of blood soared into the sky and earth. It was so powerful that it was indescribable!
Countless demon cultivators were blasted to pieces by the bloody light, and the scene was like a world shattering!
After one blow, a large area of the forest was razed to the ground, and almost half of the demon cultivators perished.
"Quickly retreat!"
The surviving Black Tiger Commander was so frightened by Shen Lang's magical power that he immediately called the surviving demon cultivators to evacuate quickly and did not dare to stay here again.
The people of the Soul Clan were dumbfounded and could not recover for a moment.
Shen Lang looked calm.
The two most powerful leaders among the group of demon cultivators were only at the Hunyuan realm. With Shen Lang's current cultivation level, he could almost destroy these "low-level" demon cultivators with a snap of his finger.
The reason why half of the demon cultivators were released was purely because they did not want to kill them indiscriminately, and there was no other reason.
Shen Lang ducked to the center of the Soul Clan Square and wanted to ask what happened.
"The people of the Soul Clan thank God Zixiao for his help!"
The old man from the Soul Clan was overjoyed and knelt down and shouted.
"Thank you to God Zixiao for helping me!"
Everyone in the Soul Clan bowed down together, shouting like thunder from their mouths, and looked at Shen Lang as if they were looking up to a god, with expressions of respect that were beyond words.
"You don't have to do this big gift!"
Shen Lang was very uncomfortable with this atmosphere, and he didn't bother to explain too much. He waved his sleeves and whipped up a large force of wind, blowing the kneeling Soul clansmen off the ground.
Then, he directly sent a message to the old man from the soul clan to ask questions.