Seeing Nangong Wan and others looking ugly, Shen Lang said with a headache: "Everyone said that this is not the Lord of the Abyss, but just a soul thought of the Lord of the Abyss. What do you think of this..."

"PuPuPu!"

The four guys who had just gotten up for a while fell down again.

"You... you destroyed a wisp of the soul thought of the Lord of the Abyss. Then he isn't he eyeing you?" Nangong Wan almost cried.

This is more serious than destroying the Abyss Lord!

If the Lord of the Abyss is really destroyed, it will be over.

If only one soul thought is destroyed, how could the Lord of the Abyss let Shen Lang go?

Wang Wujing's cultivation level can be called a sect and a ancestor outside, and even a small country can be established.

But in this Dragon Scale Temple, in front of a terrifying existence like the Abyss Lord, Wang Wujing's little trick is no different from an ant!

As long as the Abyss Lord is in this Dragon Scale Temple, no matter how powerful Shen Lang has, no matter how powerful he is, he is not enough for the opponent to kill!

Isn’t it fatal to be targeted by such a character?

Why did this little ancestor attack such an unimaginable enemy wherever he went?

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. The Abyss Lord who appears in front of us now is just a small soul thought of the Abyss Lord, and it has been deposed by Uncle Master, so don't worry."

The Buse Monk was the first to climb up, and while shouting everyone not to be afraid, he hid behind Duanmu Xie and looked around, as if he was worried that the Abyss Lord might jump out of a certain position at any time.

At this time, Shen Lang waved his hand and said, "It's not as complicated and dangerous as you imagined. The Lord of the Abyss has reached a compromise with me and will not seek any more trouble for me... But I have a lot of things to do in this Dragon Scale Temple. It's even more dangerous for you to be with me. Let's separate here."

"Okay, it's good!" Senior Brother Ouyang walked up to Shen Lang and bowed to him and said, "Then, let's take the lead. Mr. Lang, you must be more careful. This Dragon Scale Temple is full of dangers!"

Shen Lang nodded and said, "I understand, thank you for your reminder."

At this time, the Buse Monk walked around from behind Duanmu Xie and said, "Uncle Master, I'm idle, I'm going to go with you, so I can take care of you."

"Yes." Shen Lang pondered for a moment and nodded.

The group of people politely said a few more words, and Senior Brother Ouyang took Nangong Wan and the others to the exit.

The three of them walked a few steps, and Nangong Wan suddenly turned around and said to Shen Lang in a charming and charming manner: "Xiaolang, I heard that you have a good relationship with Nan Fengyao, right? I am his aunt!"

"Oh...oh, my aunt, hello." Shen Lang was slightly stunned.

Just as Shen Lang was about to say a few polite words, he saw Nangong Wan throwing a charming look at her and twisting Nini and said, "I'm not married yet!"

"Dang!"

The fragment of Xing Tian’s battle armor that Shen Lang had just picked up fell to the ground.

"Hehe, remember to come to the Emperor Dragon Sect to find me!" Nangong Wan laughed, turned around and twisted and followed.

The elongated word "Yo" keeps echoing in the channel.

Shen Lang was sweating profusely, bent down tremblingly and wanted to pick up the fragment of Xing Tian’s battle armor. He bent down twice, but he couldn’t reach it even if he reached out...

"Uncle Master, what's wrong with you? Are you seriously injured again?" asked the Buse Monk, squinting his small eyes.

Shen Lang said in a hoarse voice: "It's more than...than serious injury. I feel chills all over my body, my legs are weak, and I feel an indescribable sense of fear."

The Buse Monk showed a look of "It's true" and said, "Ah, it's right to have fear!"

"Uncle Master Ranlai said early in the morning that the woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger. If you meet her, you must avoid it! This Nangong Wan is definitely the king of tigers... Uncle Master, you are extremely courageous. You are not afraid of even facing a terrifying demon like the Lord of the Abyss. When facing this woman, your legs are weak. Sure enough..."

Shen Lang breathed and rolled his eyes and said, "The King of Tigers? You monk know a lot about women. It's great. Next time I'll leave her to you to deal with it!"

"Uh, don't... I just want to say that Uncle Master is indeed a destiny to me. You are definitely a monk! You must become a monk, and you will be sorry to the Buddha if you don't become a monk... Oh, Uncle Master, what does it mean to lift up this fragment of armor... Forget it, I'll go to the front to explore the way for you first." Monk Buse wanted to leave as soon as he saw something was wrong.

"Talk your sister, come back!" Shen Lang shouted lightly.

The Buse Monk immediately ran back happily.

Shen Lang said in a deep voice: "I was very injured, and I have a lot of things to do. I will immediately enter a magic weapon. Then this magic weapon will be attached to you. Do you understand if you take me with you to continue to move up?"

The monk Buse's eyes shone and said, "Amitabha, does it actually have such a powerful magic weapon that can carry living people? I want to..."

Before he finished speaking, a white light flashed, and Shen Lang and Duanmu Xie had disappeared out of thin air.

A small piece of dust fell onto the monk's robes without notice.

The Buse Monk was shocked. While looking around, he released his divine thoughts and began to scan his body and the surroundings.

However, within this passage, except for the ban on the wall that released a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy, no fluctuation of spiritual energy was detected in other places.

Shen Lang was completely gone, missing!

"The magic weapon that can store living things is basically something like the Escape Beast Chapter, but the monsters in the Escape Beast Chapter basically can only sleep after entering, and the time cannot last more than two or three months... Not only that, the Escape Beast Chapter also has no power to block the divine thoughts."

"Uncle Master's magic weapon is so powerful. I didn't even see how it disappeared. Moreover, there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy. It was really incredible!"

"By the way, when the demon appeared on Cangxia Mountain, he seemed to have disappeared suddenly for a moment and avoided the demon's sword. Could it be this thing? Even if the magic weapon that can store living things should not be able to operate under the suppression of the demon's power, it should not be able to operate. It's so weird!"

"There are so many secrets on Uncle Master..."

At this moment, Shen Lang's voice suddenly rang: "What are you muttering there? Do you want to stay in this passage and have a rest of your life? Why don't you leave quickly!"

"Amitabha, the disciple will leave immediately!" The Buse Monk ran wildly like a burning butt.

At this time, deep in the Fengtian Cauldron, Shen Lang was looking up at the air.

In the void, Zuo Wentian's huge phantom was as bright as dark as it was, and it seemed extremely unstable, and its aura was much weaker than before.

It seems that the "Ask the Sky" consumed too much power.

Unless he becomes a ghost cultivator and turns to the ghost realm, even a person like "Sword Emperor" Zuo Wentian will be extremely weak after losing his physical body, and his power consumption is far greater than when he has a physical body.

But everything I saw this time was far from what Shen Lang expected!

Shen Lang's accuracy in grasping power may not be able to compare even in Zuo Wentian's heyday.

So in his expectation, Zuo Wentian used up his power to use the "Wentian Yidao". At this time, he should have been extremely weak, so weak that he had already fallen asleep.

But although Zuo Wentian is indeed weak now, compared with the past few times, he is still alive this time...

"Wen Tian, ​​how do you feel?"

Shen Lang looked uncertain and asked a little puzzled.
Chapter completed!