"I got this thing by chance and has always been regarded as an important magic weapon to save my life. Are you satisfied with it?" Shen Lang asked repeatedly.

Situ Ling immediately put the golden yuan bowl into the storage ring and sneered: "Sweet and shit. Those small sky crystal stones should be left to the master of this altar."

"OK."

Shen Lang responded with a slight smile and continued to ask, "Now, can Chen and the three seniors in the God Transformation Stage talk in person?" Situ Ling put the 200,000 small heaven crystals into the storage ring, then pretended to be polite and laughed, "Of course. This matter is of great importance. I will tell my master Tianjian Zhenren and the other two seniors in the God Transformation Stage. Fellow Taoist

Wait for a moment in this hall.”

Situ Ling was not too difficult to do too much. The brass round bowl was Zhou Long's treasure on Moon Island. It was a bit meaningful for Shen Lang to take out Zhou Long's treasure. He suspected that this man had killed Zhou Long and took away the other party's treasure.

If this is true, this monk named Shen Lang may have higher strength than he thought.

Moreover, the news that Shen Lang said was indeed necessary for the great elder of the Moon Blessing Alliance to know.

After Situ Ling left a word, he left the hall.

Shen Lang sat on the chair beside him and waited, still feeling a little anxious and irritable.

He always felt that the Moon Borrow Alliance was a bit unreliable. Situ Ling, who was in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, was so arrogant. When he saw three cultivators in the God Transformation Stage, he still didn't know what kind of difficulties he would face.

Although Shen Lang cared about his own life, it was impossible to make him servilely ask others to save him!

Disappointment is greater than hope. Most of the Moon-Worship Alliance is unreliable. Shen Lang quickly thought about the method in his mind, how can he benefit himself to the greatest extent?

Shen Lang thought hard, but had no good ideas, so he could only take one step at a time.

After half an hour passed, Situ Ling brought three god-transforming monks into the main hall of the Moon Blessing Alliance.

The three of them looked like old men, and Shen Lang recognized them all after just a glance.

The leader was a white-haired and long-edged monk with two swords on his back. This man looked righteous, fairy-like and extraordinary.

This long-browed monk is Situ Ling's master, the Tianjian Zhenren of the Beijian Sect. The Beijian Sect claims to be a famous sect. The Tianjian Zhenren rarely appears in front of outsiders, and Shen Lang doesn't know the person's nature.

But the silver-haired old woman with a cane behind the long-browed monk was famous.

The silver-haired old woman is the Ice Flower Grandma from Hanpo Valley. On the surface, she looks like an old woman who is dead with an old man, but she is very sinister and vicious, killing people like numbness, and her whole body exudes a full sense of oppression and cold air.

There is also a bald old man wearing a green robe. This man is the ancestor of Wanpo in the Poison Spirit Sect and is not a kind person.

Shen Lang immediately stood up from his seat and bowed to the three god-transforming monks: "Sister Shen Lang, I have seen three seniors!"

Situ Ling said contemptuously: "What kind of decent statement is such an understatement? When you see the three great elders, you can't even kneel down and bow down!"

Shen Lang was furious, and it was absolutely impossible to make him kneel down! Situ Ling's sentence aroused Shen Lang's anger. Fortunately, before Shen Lang responded, Tianjian Zhenren waved his hand and said, "You are a guest when you come, don't stick to these red tape. Friend Shen Lang, you can tell us in detail quickly. Just now, you and my disciple talked about the Nine-Colored Divine Light. Is this true?

Fake?"

Shen Lang clasped his fists and said, "I dare not deceive senior Tianjian. The nine-colored divine light was seen with my own eyes and felt it personally. It is impossible to be fake."

As soon as these words were said, the faces of the three monks in the God Transformation Stage were obviously moved.

"Boy, tell me what happened to me." Grandma Binghua stared at Shen Lang with her turbid eyes, with a sharp chill.

Shen Lang was chilling. The evil aura on the old woman was so terrifying that she seemed to be able to take her own life at any time.

He could only repeat what he had just said to Situ Ling.

The three monks in the God Transformation Stage had a vague expression. While Shen Lang spoke about his experience, they were also trying to figure out the flaws in Shen Lang's words.

If Shen Lang deliberately deceived them or deceived them, the three cultivators in the God Transformation Stage would still be easy to find the flaws in Shen Lang's words.

However, they listened carefully to Shen Lang's statement and did not find any flaws exposed by Shen Lang. It seemed that it was really serious.

After being attacked by the thunder tribulation, the other two demon cultivators may have lost their ability to move, but the Golden Flame Peacock has a self-healing body, which is exactly the same as what this boy said.

"Boy, as you say, one of the four tenth-level demon cultivators of the demon clan died and two seriously injured. The golden-flame peacock was not healed and is still chasing you now?" The ancestor Wandu asked with a sinister look.

"Yes, that's it." Shen Lang responded in a deep voice.

The ancestor Wandu glanced at the real person of Tianjian and said with a smile: "Brother Tianjian, according to this kid, the Northern Region Demon Clan is now weak. If we work together to attack the Northern Region Demon Clan, we may be able to take it down in one fell swoop!"

"Hmph! I have no interest in attacking the demon clan, but only interested in the nine-colored divine light. If we can get a few nine-colored divine stones, we may have the chance to ascend." Grandma Ice Flower sneered.

As soon as this was said, it was definitely a lie to tell the truth from the Heavenly Sword Master that he was not moved. In fact, the Ten Thousand Sword Master just said that just now, just thinking about the Nine-Colored Divine Stone.

After all, the temptation of ascension is too great. It not only means that one can enter a broader world of immortal cultivation, but also that one can have a thousand years of life out of thin air.

But only a very small number of cultivators in the God Transformation Stage have the ability to ascend. If they can obtain the nine-colored divine stones, refine the nine-colored divine light, there is great hope for ascending.

"My friend, since you have been captured by the Northern Territory Demon Clan, can you know the news about the Nine-Colored Divine Stone?" Tianjian Zhenren asked Shen Lang with kindness.

Shen Lang shook his head and said, "I only know that Feng Ling Peacock said that his nine-colored divine stone was found in the Arctic Ice Field. As for how many I found, I don't know."

The real person of Tianjian nodded slightly, and then asked Shen Lang about the status of the three demon cultivators of the Northern Territory Demon Clan.

Shen Lang said seriously: "Young people can be 100% sure about this matter. The cold-flame peacock and the earth-flame bear are extremely injured and should have no combat power. Only the Golden-flame Peacock, a tenth-level demon cultivator, still has combat power and is seriously injured."

When Jian Zhenren was still trying to ask that day, Grandma Binghua snorted impatiently: "Instead of asking this yellow-haired child one by one, it's better to use the soul searching technique on him directly, so that you will know everything?"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang felt like he was falling into an ice cellar, and his body was covered in cold sweat, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.
Chapter completed!