Godly Dragon Guard

As early as one day ago, the monks from the alliance entered Penglai Mountain.

Everyone dispersed and searched for treasures everywhere in Penglai Mountain.

The alliance had a map of Penglai Mountain early on, but only Nascent Soul monks or demon cultivators of the eighth level or above had the ability to reach the Penglai Nine Paths on the top of the mountain.

There are five to six hundred alliance monks in the alchemy stage who entered the mountain. They were unable to pass through the ancient restrictions and reach Penglai Nine Paths, so their targets were naturally placed in other places in Penglai Mountain.

In fact, in addition to the Penglai Nine Paths, there are also some buildings, spiritual fields and so on around Penglai Mountain. Occasionally, if someone is lucky, they can find one or two extremely old and top-quality spiritual herbs.

But generally places like spiritual fields have restrictions, and there are puppets and even demon corpses guarding the spiritual fields.

Under the request of the two saints of Yuanhe, the alliance has long established rules and has very strict requirements for the number of monks in the Danjie stage who can enter Penglai Mountain.

The seven sects of the righteous path and the five sects of the demonic path each have three quotas, while the medium-sized sects belonging to the two righteous and demonic sects have only one quota.

Therefore, the monks in the alliance who entered the Penglai Mountain this time are all very powerful in their cultivation, and they are basically in the middle and late stages of the pill formation.

Shen Lang and Hua Ziling hid in the grass, restrained their auras, and their swords and shields quickly shrank to a level that could barely cover them.

The black mist poisonous gas in this forest is very powerful. If the sword and shield are removed, the body will be corroded by the poisonous gas and die. Shen Lang had Shengyang's fighting spirit to protect his body, but Hua Ziling could not.

Fortunately, in Penglai Mountain, the spiritual consciousness of monks in the Danjie stage can only be released a hundred meters away at most. As long as you don't show up, the other party shouldn't be able to find you.

The fight was in full swing outside the palace.

I saw three old men in different robes, activating their magic weapons, and launched a fierce attack on the two demon corpses in front of the entrance of the hall.

In mid-air, a purple-gold alms bowl the size of a basin held up a golden light curtain, covering the demon corpse and the three old men. The light curtain was covered with "swastika" characters.

"It's the Buddhist aura!" Shen Lang narrowed his eyes.

Hua Ziling vigilantly said: "It seems that this Buddhist magic weapon prevented these three people from being corroded by poisonous gas during the fight. The monks from the alliance have stepped here. Is there any treasure in that building?"

"Who knows. Let's not go out yet, wait and see what happens, and see if we can take the opportunity to kill people and steal the treasure. I will share the treasure with you equally," Shen Lang said calmly.

Hua Ziling was a little speechless. Even before Master Lianshan knew whether he would come after them, this guy had already thought of killing people and seizing the treasure.

The two continued to watch the battle.

The red phosphorus demon corpse is very powerful and is not afraid of life and death.

Although the three monks in the late stage of pill formation left many wounds on the demon corpse, the demon corpse's defense and vitality were so amazing that it was difficult to kill it for a while.

"Two fellow Taoists, my purple golden bowl of spiritual light is almost exhausted. I must kill these two monster corpses quickly!" An old man wearing a monk's robe shouted loudly.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, if we continue like this, it will be difficult for us to kill these two monster corpses. You should quickly use the psychic talisman! The first treasure found by then will be yours!" A bald old man looked anxiously at the man next to him. The old man in green robe shouted.

"Okay!" The old man in green robe gritted his teeth and agreed. He took out an old white folding fan from the storage ring and frantically poured spiritual power into the folding fan.

"Frost Moon Fan, open!"

The old man in green robe opened the folding fan, and a large amount of condensed air rushed out from the folding fan like a stormy wave, with an astonishing power.

In just an instant, the surroundings of the hall were covered with a thick layer of white frost, the air temperature dropped to freezing point, and the breath turned into ice flakes.

Waves of condensed air formed countless white lights, overwhelmingly attacking the two monster corpses with teeth and claws.

"Bah!"

The two demon corpses were immediately frozen by the extremely cold air, unable to move their bodies, and condensed into ice sculptures!

Seeing this astonishing scene, Shen Lang and Hua Ziling couldn't help but take a breath. The power of the white folding fan is too strong, right?

The psychic talisman is different from the ordinary talisman. It is a powerful talisman refined by the monks in the Nascent Soul stage in ancient times. Its power is much higher than the ordinary psychic talisman.

However, the psychic talisman also has major limitations and can only be used three times. It's useless after use.

"What are you two doing in a daze? My psychic talisman has already sealed these two monster corpses in ice. Hurry up!" The old man in green robe yelled.

The folding fan in his hand looked a little sad. This precious psychic talisman had been used twice, and could only be used once at most. The old man in green robe could not help but show a hint of pain in his eyes.

"Okay!" The other two people responded immediately.

The bald old man mobilized the three golden flying swords with all his strength, and the dazzling golden light fell from the sky like three meteors, completely penetrating the body of a demon corpse.

One of the golden planes chopped off the heads of the demonic corpses.

After being frozen, the demon corpse's body becomes very brittle and its defense is greatly reduced.

Another old man in monk's robe offered a small brass seal and threw it into the sky. The small seal turned into a golden giant hand about several hundred meters wide in mid-air, like the handprint of Buddha, and moved towards a demon corpse. Pressed down.

"boom!"

The earth shook, and the demon corpse was crushed to pieces.

Seeing that they finally killed two monster corpses, the three old men let out a sigh of relief. The old man in monk's robe took back the purple gold bowl in the air, and the Buddhist spiritual treasure quickly shrank to half an inch outside the three people's bodies.

"Damn, this demon corpse refined by the ancient monk is so difficult to deal with!"

"No, thanks to Wang Daoyou's psychic talisman."

"Let's not talk too much. Fellow Daoist Zhu's swastika aura is running low. Let's quickly go into this ancestral hall and take a look."

The three monks did not stop, and immediately opened the door of the ancestral hall and walked in cautiously.

The ancestral hall was dark, and with the surrounding black fog, Shen Lang and Hua Ziling were so far apart that they couldn't see the scene inside clearly.

"Shen, I advise you not to take any chances with these three people. These three are very strong and we cannot be our opponents!" Hua Ziling, who was beside the grass, said to Shen Lang.

"Yeah." Shen Lang responded. He really couldn't take such a risk.

The strength of these three late-stage pill-forming monks is quite strong and cannot be compared with ordinary casual cultivators.

Shen Lang was sure of defeating one of them, but he was not sure of dealing with two or even three people. Even if he and Hua Ziling teamed up, there was no hope of victory.

If you try to kill people and seize treasures, you will steal the chicken but lose the rice.

Just as the two were preparing to leave.

"ah!"

"ah!"

"No!"

Three screams came from the ancestral hall.

Immediately afterwards, three rays of light flew out from the ancestral hall, which were the spirits of the three late-stage pill-forming monks just now.

"What the hell?"

Shen Lang and Hua Ziling were immediately stunned. These three people had just entered, and they died within a few seconds? He died too quickly! (To be continued)