Shen Lang deceived the Taotie Ancient Jade from the Soul-Eating Old Devil, who was a member of the Guiming Sect.
The Gluttonous Magic Technique is also a forbidden technique in the Demon Sect. When the Soul-Eating Old Devil hid in the Black Wind Cave to practice the magic technique, he did so while hiding it from everyone. After his death, many secrets were naturally revealed.
It's no longer a secret.
Shen Lang can use the Gluttonous Demon Technique, and the leader of Guiming Sect can naturally guess that the death of the old soul-eating demon is not only related to Shen Lang, but it is also very likely that Shen Lang obtained the gluttonous demon technique from the soul-devouring old demon.
The cultivation methods, and the ancient Taoist jade weapon that was left behind...
"Hmph! The old soul-eating demon got such a treasure and actually hid it secretly. It's really not a pity to die. But, I must take back the treasure that should belong to my Ghost Underworld Sect!" The Ghost King stared at Shen Lang.
Greedy flames danced in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait to cut Shen Lang into pieces...
In addition to the people from the Guiming Sect, the Cangming Sect also naturally hates Shen Lang very much because Mo Yingyou, a fourth-grade alchemist, fell into the hands of Shen Lang.
Even if we don't mention Mo Yingyou, Shen Lang alone has the identity of Qingyun's junior master uncle and the identity of the successor of the Yaori Sword. As people in the demonic path, they have reasons to be sworn in with Shen Lang.
At this time, countless eyes, either greedy, angry, hostile, or indifferent, all pressed on Shen Lang, making him somewhat breathless.
At a casual glance, there are countless strong people in the Kongming Realm, and there are actually no less than ten strong people in the Cave Realm! At this moment, he is so small, so helpless, and so pitiful. If he is not strong-willed,
I am afraid that I will be frightened and faint under such a cold and stern gaze.
Shen Lang shook his head and smiled bitterly. In this situation, don't say that no one came to save him. Even if someone wanted to save him, what would happen?
The headmaster of the Qingyun Sect is just a strong man in the Cave Void Realm. The combined power of the three Yunshang Sects would be difficult to compete with the power in front of him.
Because the power before him was not a certain sect of the Demon Sect, but the entire Demon Sect.
In the face of such a force that was enough to overturn the continent, Shen Lang found it difficult to feel any resistance or luck. Even though the unknown old devil repeatedly assured him that these were small scenes and could not threaten him at all.
He couldn't feel at ease either.
"Ah! Being able to see so many strong men at once, these guys really give me face!" Shen Lang couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.
However, at this moment, a skinny old man walked towards him under the eyes of hatred.
The poisonous spots on the old man's face were very ugly and scary. But at this moment, the poisonous spots at the corners of his mouth were slowly rising, forcing a regretful smile on his old face.
"Boy, if you take the demon bones by force, there is no way you will be spared." Du Er Shura said regretfully: "Looking at the fate of eating the same dish together, I can grant your last wish."
Seeing Du E Shura approaching at this time, Shen Lang couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and his heart felt a little warm. However, he did not make any excessive demands on Du E Shura, because that was meaningless.
"What's your last wish?" Shen Lang thought for a long time and said, "Can you give me a bowl of millet and pumpkin porridge?"
"This..." Poisonousura was stunned.
He originally thought that Shen Lang would say something like "spare him alive", but he also thought that Shen Lang might say that after his death, he would ask him to go to a certain place and do something extremely critical.
But he didn't expect that Shen Lang's last wish was so simple.
What made him embarrassed was that he couldn't satisfy Shen Lang for such a simple wish.
"You bastard, why are you still thinking about eating when you are about to die?" Du Esura said speechlessly: "Unfortunately, there are no grains growing near Mount Buzhou, only rice. So, if you want to eat a bowl of rice, I can help you. , but millet and pumpkin porridge really can’t be made in a short time!”
Shen Lang did not force it, but instead raised his head and laughed. The light of countless night pearls on the top of the cave was very soft, and the soft light intertwined with each other, forming a beautiful picture in a dream.
There is a small blue and clear lake in the picture, and there are two simple and warm small houses beside the lake. Between the lake and the small houses are the best memories in his heart.
In his memory, there was Lin Xian'er who always liked to knock him on the head, Lin Yue'er who was sharp-tongued and heart-warming, Xia Xiaoniu who always liked to act coquettishly to make him happy, and Xia Qianye who was the most virtuous and hard-working person who could cook a pot of millet and pumpkin porridge. .
At the last moment of his life, all he could think of were these four people. Because these four people were the four most important and beautiful people in his heart, they were his wife and his family.
Suddenly, Shen Lang felt that he was very ridiculous, and everything he had done before was very ridiculous.
People often say that practitioners can know where their destiny is, but unless they reach the end of their lives, who can know their destiny?
As long as he is alive, people cannot always remain rational, and they often fall into endless temptation and confusion. In his life, he has been a wanderer, a junior uncle of the Qingyun Sect, and the king of an ancient tribe in the wilderness. When he was absurd, he I even had thoughts about twenty-eight beauties in one day, and I even fantasized about bringing an ancient tribe of wild people into the world...
However, at this moment, the past was passing by like floating clouds. But what he missed was the five people sitting around and drinking millet and pumpkin porridge. Then he suddenly understood that that bowl of millet and pumpkin porridge was his life.
Therefore, he knows his fate at this moment!
"There is no millet here, only rice? That's it, that's it! What if there is millet? After all, no one else can make the unique taste of Bihu Xiaozhu. What's the difference between eating it or not eating it?" Shen Lang laughed. After two calls, I stopped thinking about these things.
"This is what you said you won't eat! It's not that I'm unkind." Duhe Shura said.
Shen Lang wanted to say something more, but a very impatient voice suddenly came over.
"The chirping will never end!" The Ghost King headed by Gui Ming Sect raised his eyebrows coldly and said in a vicious voice: "How can we deal with such a sinister and hypocritical righteous fanatic? Why do we need to say so much nonsense? Let him be executed Ling Chi immediately. , wouldn’t it be fun to bleed and take out bones! Poisonous Asura, don’t you still want to be friends with him?”
As soon as these words came out, many dissatisfied voices immediately joined in, because they all hated Shen Lang and hoped that Shen Lang would die quickly! And Poisonous Shura actually said that he would grant Shen Lang a wish. This kind of thing has undoubtedly violated The bottom line in their hearts.
"Hehehehehe..." Poisonousura sneered. His laughter was extremely hoarse and unpleasant. It didn't seem like he was laughing at all, but like a seriously ill old man coughing, giving people a feeling of extreme loneliness. "Do you care what I want to do? This guy has had a meal with me after all, so what if I say a few words to him? How about you have a meal with me later?"
The Ghost King snorted angrily, but said nothing. Because in the entire demon world, absolutely no one wanted to be close to that poisonous monster, and no one wanted to eat with him.
Du Esura looked around, but when he was stared at, no one dared to meet his gaze, and no one agreed to his request.
Under this situation, Du Er Shura's laughter couldn't help but become more lonely. He turned his head and glanced at Shen Lang for the last time, then turned around helplessly and left with a bitter smile...
And the moment he turned around, the high priest sitting on the majestic high platform suddenly stood up. His expression was extremely cold, and he raised the black scepter in his hand high above his head, and declared majestically: "In order to bring the night back to the world,
In order to bring peace to the earth, I, as the High Priest of the Demonic Prophet, declare to expel the light!"
As the words fell, dark forces so powerful and irresistible began to gather above Shen Lang's head. Shen Lang felt the powerful and sacred aura and couldn't help but think of the content on the mural again.
The radiant hero in front of the temple raised the holy sword and announced: Justice will eventually defeat evil! Light will last forever in the world!
Then the sharp sword representing light fell, and pitiful heads fell to the ground one by one.
But what is a bit ridiculous and ironic is that at this time, the devil has also learned that set of nonsense. And when the high priest's scepter falls, he, a person in the righteous path, will die!
Terrifying energy fluctuations gathered above Shen Lang's head. The power was powerful but not terrifying. Instead, it gave people a sense of tranquility and peace of mind. It was like the most soothing force in the dark night.
Shen Lang vaguely understood that perhaps to take out the demon bone, it was not as simple as killing him with a knife. Instead, it needed to be guided by that special demonic power, and that power was so gentle, as if it could soothe people's hearts. It seemed.
Can this kind of death be called euthanasia?
However, he is not happy!
Because he saw eyes of hatred wishing him to die, because he saw Taoist Cang Jie snickering on the side, because he saw light in the soft light of the night pearl.
There is the person he misses most in the light. On the distant continent, someone is waiting for him to return!
Because he is already famous, so he has to work hard!
Perhaps the bright sun has finally set, but even the setting sun has its last ray of slanting light!
The majestic and powerful dark power was gathering, but Shen Lang suddenly raised his head stubbornly. The look in his eyes was as hard as stone, just like the unyielding eyes in the murals.
There was once a person who wanted to go against the will of heaven, even if the power of heaven was mighty, he would not lower his head even a little bit.
At this time, the majesty of a caveman in the cave was equally majestic, far beyond the comparison of the insignificant Shen Lang, but he was also unwilling to lower his head.
The chains of demonic energy in the cage still bound him tightly, making him unable to move, but Shen Lang clenched his fists, and the blood and pure yang fairy energy in his body were boiling at the same time at this moment, making him feel diarrhea.
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The magic energy chain suddenly began to tremble at a distance, and Fan Cong and the entire altar began to tremble.
A method that Shen Lang had never used before, and a magical power that he had not fully mastered yet, was brewing in his body. He had heard many explanations from the fairy, and if he had never dared to use it indiscriminately before, why did he still have so many worries at this time?
The muscles on his body suddenly swelled, and the dark chains strangled him painfully, but his hard demon bones forced the chains to change their shape! And the overwhelming energy in his body seemed to be trying to
His body felt like it was bursting together.
But Shen Lang didn't care about the pain at all. He raised his head and shouted "Big!" with a wild smile.
The suddenly enlarged ten-foot-long demonic body forcibly broke the chains on his body, and completely shattered the entire cage! At the same time, the energy of darkness descended! And a huge sword with radiant light pierced the darkness.