On the damp wall behind the bone mountain, the old man with disheveled hair stood there quietly. No, that was not standing. To be more precise, he should have been nailed to the wall.
His shoulders, legs, abdomen, and even the bones on his back were directly penetrated by two pitch-black chains. All seven vital points were sealed.
And the pattering sound like water drops was the sound made by the blood dripping from the old man's body on the ground.
Shen Lang frowned. He knew that the Soul-Eating Old Devil was the supreme leader here and the strongest person. But if he was so strong, why was he nailed to the wall so miserably? What if no one could do it?
At this point, could it be that he did it himself?
suddenly!
The old man who was nailed to the wall raised his head, and his hair that had been stuck together with blood swayed slightly, revealing a face that was bloody, as if it had rotted, and looked like a ghost...
For a moment, Shen Lang had a very strange feeling in his heart. He felt that the old man in front of him could no longer be called a weirdo.
Because, he may no longer be human...
"I thought you would be afraid of my current appearance." The Soul-Eating Old Devil grinned, showing an extremely ugly and weird smile.
"Why should I be afraid?" Shen Lang chuckled and mocked: "Just because you abuse yourself and look so perverted?"
The soul-devouring old devil laughed dryly, seeming to be mocking himself and feeling a little resentful at the same time.
Self-abuse? If it was not absolutely necessary, but also forced, how could he use such methods to treat himself? What he practiced was indeed demonic power, but he had been to the Holy Land, but he was not destined to become a demon...
"If you are the Holy Son who is above us, of course there is no need to be afraid." The Soul-Eating Old Devil smiled and said, "But I know that you cannot be the Holy Son."
Shen Lang ignored the old soul-eating demon and began to look around the stone room. To be more precise, he was looking for a certain figure that should appear.
"I have been to the Holy Land several times, and I have some friends in the Holy Land. But I have never heard of it. In recent years, there has been another Holy Son. So you should not be the Holy Son."
The soul-devouring old devil looked at Shen Lang's calm expression and continued: "Furthermore, the blood of the Holy Son is so rare. Whether it is a Holy Son or a Saint, it is rare for a genius to appear in the Holy Land in a hundred years.
If you are really the Holy Son, or the Holy Son who has just awakened your bloodline recently, the strong men in the Holy Land will definitely train you at all costs, and it is absolutely impossible for you to show up everywhere when you are so weak."
"And you are not the Holy Son. I can kill you at any time. Even if I can't move my hands, feet or whole body, a thought that activates the evil and evil energy here is enough to kill you."
Shen Lang still didn't speak. Under the extreme silence and calmness, the Soul-Eating Old Devil couldn't help but frown. Shen Lang's calmness was far beyond his expectation.
"I know what you rely on, and I also know why you are so confident." The Soul-Eating Old Devil sneered: "Isn't it just a spiritual talisman of the Sky and Underworld realm? That talisman is powerful, but I must remind you that this place is mine.
In this territory, except for the demonic energy, there is almost no spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Your righteous spiritual talisman cannot absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth here. The power of the spiritual talisman will be weakened a hundred times, and it will not be able to pose any threat to me."
The Soul-eating Old Devil tried to undermine Shen Lang's self-confidence in every aspect, but Shen Lang still ignored him... After observing the stone room for a long time, he finally saw the little girl in the corner of the bone mountain.
The little girl looked to be only seven or eight years old. She was wearing a small pink skirt. Her pink face did not have the look of fear when she was imprisoned. Instead, she had a light smile on her innocent face.
She is full of curiosity about the world. The only thing that can prove her identity as a prisoner is the black shackles on her bare feet...
Seeing this situation, Shen Lang couldn't help but be stunned. If he hadn't already known that the little girl was imprisoned, this place was indeed a gloomy and terrifying devil's cave. I'm afraid he would have thought that this little girl was just a
The cute little girl sitting alone on the ground, waiting for her family to pick her up, and playing quietly at the same time, has nothing to do with anything bloody or imprisoned.
Shen Lang was looking at the little girl, and the little girl was looking at Shen Lang. Her big black eyes also showed no fear, but were very generous. She raised her little face innocently and called tentatively: "Big brother?"
"Hey! You're so good!" Shen Lang responded, and then couldn't help but touch the little girl's head. Although he didn't know why a seven or eight-year-old girl could be so calm. But he was convinced that the current situation
The situation is definitely much better than the scene of a little girl crying.
"What's your name?" Shen Lang asked
"Hu Xiaomei." The little girl said crisply.
"Hu Xiaomei?" Shen Lang thought for a moment, "What a cute name."
"Mei means charming Mei, seductive Mei. It's not a sister's sister." The little girl corrected her. As she spoke, her big eyes blinked, as if she wanted to imitate an adult and wink.
Prove the accurate meaning of your name.
But with her small appearance, she is clearly only cute and has nothing to do with charm.
"Okay, okay, I understand what you mean, Hu Xiaomei." Shen Lang smiled.
"Did Sister Qiu ask you to save me?" the little girl continued to ask.
"Sister Qiu?" Of course Shen Lang didn't know that the sister Qiu the little girl mentioned was the Kunlun inspector with terrifying cultivation, but he only thought it was a little girl named Hu, so he naturally responded: "Yes,
You don't have to be afraid, your sister asked me to come, and I will take you out soon."
Shen Lang and Hu Xiaomei chatted casually. To them, it seemed as if this place was no longer the lair of the soul-eating demon, but in some peach garden full of mountain flowers and wild flowers.
Seeing this scene, the soul-eating old demon who was completely ignored was almost furious.
What kind of situation is this? He kept talking to himself for a long time, but Shen Lang didn't say a word, and instead ran to chat with the little girl passionately? When he was nailed to the wall, didn't he exist?
"Boy! Are you really not afraid of death at all?!" The old soul-eating demon stared at Shen Lang fiercely.
"Death?" Shen Lang finally glanced at the old soul-eating demon, "There are many people who want me to die, but you don't have the qualifications yet. Not to mention you, even the leader of your Guiming Sect doesn't.
This qualification.”
"You!" The ghost-like old ghost-like face of the old soul-eating demon trembled slightly. This was the first time he had encountered such a bold and arrogant boy.
"Hey, don't get excited. I admit that I can never beat you in your territory. But I want to tell you, whether you regard me as the Holy Son or not, as long as you don't really
Before you confirm your thoughts and decide whether to kill someone, it's best not to always mention the word death in front of me. After all, no one is scared. This will make you look naive and ignorant."
Shen Lang paused for a moment, then looked at the extremely angry expression on the soul-devouring old devil's face and said, "For example, right now, I'm standing here alive and blaming you, but you still don't dare to kill me. Wouldn't it look very embarrassing?"
The soul-devouring old demon took two deep breaths of cold air, almost out of breath. But it had to be said that he was indeed not ready to take action against Shen Lang. The previous words were just for Shen Lang.
Just some temptations from Lang.
Logically speaking, the Soul-Eating Old Demon would never believe that those powerful men in the Demon Sect Holy Land would release a Holy Son whose strength was only in the Qi Refining Realm.
But judging from the information we got, the ninth-level bloodline power of the Heavenly Demon measured by the real magic stone is absolutely impossible to be fake.
So is Shen Lang the real Holy Son or a fake Holy Son?
"It doesn't matter whether I am the Holy Son or not." Shen Lang touched Hu Xiaomei's head and continued: "The important thing is that I want this little girl."