Godly Dragon Guard

"What should I do?" Hua Ziling on the side asked anxiously.

"How do I know?" Shen Lang was very depressed.

Just when I was about to get the Huiyang Fruit, there was such a group of people showing up. What a bad luck!

It would be okay if they were ordinary monks in the Danjie stage, but Shen Lang could clearly feel that three of the four people who came had very strong auras, and they were probably monks in the later Danjie stage.

The alliance's late-stage pill-forming monks are not weak in strength, so he and Hua Ziling should be no match for them.

Shen Lang thought for a moment and decided to give up the Yang Guo and shake hands with the four people to make peace.

Although the Huiyang Fruit is precious, it is still a bit useless to him now. Shen Lang's purpose in coming to Penglai Mountain was just to obtain a certain number of star stones.

He had already prepared a speech, and immediately stood up in the grass and walked forward.

Hua Ziling didn't know what Shen Lang was thinking, but she gritted her teeth and followed him closely.

"Fellow Taoists, don't get excited. I don't mean any harm." Shen Lang said loudly, preparing to shake hands with the four of them and make peace.

He and Hua Ziling walked out from behind the building, and the sharp eyes of Duan Jian, Xuefei and the other four people suddenly glanced over.

"It's you!!!"

Duan Jian exclaimed, his eyes locked on Shen Lang like knives, and his body exuded a strong evil aura.

Shen Lang glanced at Duan Jian, and his face turned earthy for a moment.

It's him!

Damn it, I’m so unlucky too! Enemies are really on a narrow road, and it is definitely not a good thing to encounter this guy.

Xuefei and Murong Mingyue were actually there, they were really acquaintances.

"Young Master Duan, you are fine." Shen Lang said with a gloomy face, but he secretly thought something was wrong.

There was undisguised murderous intent in Duan Jian's eyes, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he said coldly: "Zhazui, I have been looking for you for a long time! I never thought that I would bump into you in Penglai Mountain, haha, God is helping me." I also want to thank you. If you hadn’t defeated me that time, I wouldn’t have broken through to the late stage of pill formation so quickly!”

"Later stage of pill formation?"

Shen Lang's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Only then did he realize that Duan Jian had broken through to the late stage of pill formation.

Seeing this tense posture, Hua Ziling complained a little in her heart. Shen Lang is too trouble-making, and anyone he bumps into is an enemy.

On the side, Xue Fei and Li Wending showed playful expressions.

They had also heard the news that Duan Jian was defeated by a casual cultivator in the early stage of forming pills last time. It seemed that it was the white-robed young man in front of them.

Xue Fei had seen Shen Lang's ring battle before. With this person's strength, it would not be surprising to defeat Duan Jian.

When Murong Mingyue saw that the person walking out was Shen Lang, her pretty face was startled, but then she quickly returned to normal.

"Mr. Duan, our last duel was a fair duel. What happened between you and me is not a grudge, right? If you really want to seek revenge from me, you can wait until we leave Penglai Mountain to resolve the matter!" Shen Lang Bu Leng He said calmly.

"Dreaming! You bastard, you bumped into this young master today, do you still want to survive?" Duan Jian shouted with anger.

Duan Jian's head was about to explode when he thought about the last time he was defeated by Shen Lang and humiliated in public. The strong sense of humiliation made him want to peel off Shen Lang's skin and convulse.

Being pointed at Duan Jian's nose and scolded, Shen Lang also instantly became angry.

Looking at Duan Jian's posture, he probably couldn't escape. Only by confronting him head-on could he have a chance of survival.

Shen Lang also risked his life and roared angrily: "How dare your defeated generals shout! If we have the guts, let's challenge him again. If you don't dare, just shut up!"

"What a joke, I wouldn't dare? I'm no different from squeezing you to death than an ant when I crush you to death!" Duan Jian was so angry that his orifices were filled with smoke.

Shen Lang sneered and said: "The duel I am talking about is a true duel. Please tell the two late-stage monks next to you not to take action!"

Before Duan Jian could reply, Li Wending shrugged and said, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist, you can freely duel with Fellow Daoist Duan, and we will definitely not interfere."

"snort."

Xue Fei snorted coldly and acted as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, please excuse me."

Murong Mingyue smiled lightly.

Duan Jian's face was ashen, he finally understood what it meant to have a teammate who looked like shit. Xue Fei and Li Wending probably didn't take themselves seriously from the beginning.

This made him even more furious. If he didn't kill Shen Lang today, Duan Jian would not be able to lose his face.

It doesn't matter if Shen Lang is a well-known alchemy-level monk in the alliance, but a rubbish casual cultivator dares to yell at him. Of course Duan Jian can't stand it. He wants to cut this kid into thousands of pieces!

Duan Jian took a step forward and said with disdain on his face: "Come up here, you bastard! I will give you a move first!"

Xue Fei and Li Wending looked at each other, with a hint of ridicule on their lips, and then stepped back a hundred meters. There was free excitement, and the two of them enjoyed watching it.

Murong Mingyue frowned. She felt that it was extremely unwise for Shen Lang to do something stupid after being provoked by Duan Jian.

Thinking of Shen Lang's temperament, it's understandable.

"Shen Lang, Shen Lang, you are seeking death this time, and I can't save you. May you wish for good luck." Murong Mingyue sighed softly, and then followed the blood flying, retreating a hundred meters.

Shen Lang's right palm aroused a wisp of Holy Sun's war energy, which condensed on Hua Ziling's body, and said: "These golden air currents can protect you from the erosion of the black fog in the forest for half an hour. If I lose , leave quickly!"

"Shen Lang, you..." Hua Ziling gritted her teeth and frowned.

Shen Lang pushed Hua Ziling away with one hand, looked at Duan Jian with murderous intent, and sneered: "Hahaha, you trash named Duan, I didn't kill you last time because I was soft-hearted! If you dare to provoke me today, then I will I’ll let you taste the consequences.”

"Nine Transformations of Blood Spirit!"

Shen Lang laughed ferociously, and the golden ape pattern on his chest swelled with golden light, instantly transforming into a mountain-mounting giant ape more than two hundred meters high.

Golden war energy overflowed from the body. The giant ape clenched his right fist and slammed towards Duan Jian with lightning speed!

Seeing the giant ape moving so fast, a hint of horror flashed in Duan Jian's eyes. Although he despised Shen Lang in his heart, he had to admit that this boy's strength was really extraordinary and he had to deal with it well and stop pretending.

This time Duan Jian didn't hold back at all, he threw a jet black seal into the sky.

"Ancient treasure, black dragon seal!"

Duan Jian shouted violently, and the seal in mid-air glowed with cold light, transforming into a huge black dragon hundreds of meters long, with its entire body as black as ink, and its scales shining like obsidian!

"Ancient weapon spirit treasure!"

Seeing this astonishing scene, Xue Fei and Li Wending's expressions changed drastically, and they could not hide their shock.

Master Daoyang actually gave Duan Jian a precious ancient treasure with a weapon spirit. He was really willing to give it up!

The so-called weapon spirit ancient treasure is an alternative existence among ancient treasures. The ancient monks sealed the souls of powerful demon beasts and even demon cultivators into a special talisman to make magical weapons.

This kind of magic weapon can warm and nourish the soul or spirit of the monster sealed in it. When fending off enemies, it can be revealed with the blessing of the owner's spiritual power, and possess some of the magical powers of the monster for its own use.

The spirit of Duan Jian's ancient black dragon seal treasure is the eighth-level demonic beast, the ink dragon!

Of course, this ink dragon cannot have the ability of a real ink dragon, but it already has some powerful power. Just the huge feeling of oppression can make people's hearts tremble.

"boom!"

The giant ape didn't care, and hit Mo Jiao's forehead with its golden fist, making a deafening sound. (To be continued)