Godly Dragon Guard

"Ye girl, please stay and help me cast the spell."

The Patriarch of Styx turned to Fei Ye.

"good."

Feiye understood and nodded slightly.

Then, the Styx Cult Ancestor rolled up a blood-colored light curtain, covering most of the sky.

From the looks of it, the Styx Cult Patriarch seemed unwilling to be peeped into the process of casting spells.

Shen Lang did not interrupt the Styx Cultist's spellcasting. He turned into a golden ray of light and came to the Yuanling Holy Boat at the entrance of the mountains to join everyone.

Seeing that Shen Lang returned safely, Xiaorou and Murong Mingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Lang explained some matters to everyone and said: "Shen may stay in the Beiming Immortal Territory for a while. During this time, everyone might as well do some repairs here."

Naturally, the monks on the Yuanling Holy Boat had no objections. Many of them were still injured and needed a good rest.

"Senior fellow Taoists, please!"

The three banshees politely invited everyone into the Goddess Hall.

This time, under the leadership of Shen Lang, Duan Lei, Nine Poison God Lord and others did not refuse and followed the three banshees into the Goddess Hall.

The Temple of the Goddess was badly damaged in the last war. There were cracks everywhere in the entire hall. It had not had time to be completely repaired, and it looked quite miserable.

The monks who followed Shen Lang had also seen big scenes and didn't pay much attention to these things.

The Goddess Hall is much more spacious than expected, and there is even a main hall underground. There are hundreds of various side halls, which can be regarded as a superior environment.

The monks' hearts that had been tense these days also relaxed a little, and they stayed in the Goddess Hall to rest and recuperate.

The three banshees specially arranged the best training room for Shen Lang.

Shen Lang stayed with Xiaorou and Murong Mingyue for a while.

"I'm sorry, Xiaorou, Mingyue, there are too many things going on during this period, and I can't spend time with you properly." Shen Lang said slightly apologetically.

"Young Master, please don't say that. You are busy with affairs, and Xiaorou is already satisfied to be able to talk to Xiaorou." Xiaorou curled her lips and snuggled into Shen Lang's arms.

Murong Mingyue smiled lightly and said: "Master, you are the chosen one. One day you will stand at the top of this world and enjoy endless years. When the time comes, it will not be too late for you to accompany Mingyue well."

"Yes, yes, Xiaorou is willing to wait until that day."

Xiao Rou blinked her eyes and felt that what Murong Mingyue said made sense.

Shen Lang was a little dumbfounded: "Do you really have that much confidence in me?"

"Of course! Mingyue's eyes are very accurate in seeing people."

Murong Mingyue's charming eyes were frivolous, she covered her face and smiled softly.

This sentence was not a compliment. Murong Mingyue had a strong feeling in her heart that Shen Lang could really become the most powerful monk in the world!

Every time she thought about this, she would always be secretly happy, and an indescribable sense of pride would arise in her heart, precisely because Shen Lang was her man.

Seeing Murong Mingyue's charming eyes as silk, and Xiaorou in his arms as gentle as water, Shen Lang was a little overwhelmed for a moment, unable to control himself, so he simply indulged himself.

Shen Lang took the initiative to hug the two women's waists and kissed their white and delicate skin.

Xiaorou and Murong Mingyue also had a personality that was instantly ignited. They did not hesitate to try intimate things, and even couldn't wait to undress Shen Lang.

Soon, the clothes in the training room were scattered, and the garden was full of spring scenery, lingering and pathos.

After a storm, Shen Lang reluctantly sent away Murong Mingyue and Xiaorou.

Bingxue, who was guarding outside the training room, saw that the two women were walking unsteadily, and then glanced at Shen Lang with contempt, snorted in a low voice: "Beasts!"

"Bingxue, do you have something to say?"

Shen Lang turned his eyes to Bingxue and asked seriously.

"Humph, I have nothing to say!"

Bingxue's pretty face was a little cold and a little embarrassed, and she hummed: "I just want to remind you, Master, that when doing certain intimate things in the future, it is best to stay hidden and not be heard so clearly from a distance. "

The sound that came from the training room just now could be clearly heard by Bingxue outside the door. It lasted for several hours. Bingxue was about to collapse. She didn't know how she survived.

Shen Lang is like a tireless beast, and Murong Mingyue and Xiaorou, who look like Xiaojiabiyu, are also so wild that they subvert Bingxue's imagination.

After all, Bingxue is just an untouched woman. Today's incident has caused a certain degree of psychological shadow on her, breaking her beautiful fantasy of male love and female love.

Hearing what Bingxue said, Shen Lang looked a little embarrassed. He almost forgot that the Goddess Hall was badly damaged and the sound insulation was not good.

"Ahem, sorry Bingxue, I will pay attention next time!"

After Shen Lang coughed, he slipped into the practice room.

Bingxue rubbed her head helplessly, and it took a while before she came to her senses. She felt that men in this world were indeed not good people.

…

Returning to the training room, Shen Lang arranged a barrier to isolate the sound and the detection of spiritual consciousness.

After adjusting his mood, Shen Lang took out a treasure box from the storage ring.

The moment the treasure box was opened, the dazzling nine-color Buddha light overflowed from the treasure box, instantly filling the entire practice room, exuding indescribable energy fluctuations, solemn and holy, as clear as glass.

The thing that releases the Buddha's light that fills the room is a golden orb as big as an egg in the treasure box. This orb is also the relic of the Buddha left by the ancient Buddha.

Shen Lang took out the Buddha's relic and held it in his hand.

A wave of heat surged through his body, making Shen Lang feel a sense of warmth and peace.

Under the bath of Buddha's light, Shen Lang felt that all distracting thoughts, evil thoughts, and desires in his heart had been eliminated, and he reached a state of emptiness.

It was in this state of emptiness that Shen Lang felt that the Buddha's relic contained an indescribable power of wish. The golden dragon tattoo on his back broke out of his body and turned into the shadow of Lord Jianglong!

The phantom of Lord Subduing the Dragon with his feet on the golden dragon, his body prostrate, in a kneeling posture, seems to be surrendering to the power of wishes released by the Buddha's relics.

Feeling the strong power of the wish in the Buddha's relics, Shen Lang felt that he could not swallow it directly. He had to use other means to guide the power of the wishes in the Buddha's relics, and then let his body absorb this power.

Shen Lang tried to release his spiritual thoughts and soul power to penetrate into the Buddha's relics, trying to see if he could absorb the Buddha's light and vow power in the Buddha's relics.

"Buzz buzz!"

As expected, the Buddha's relic was slightly touched, releasing more intense nine-color Buddha light.

But this reaction was not enough. Shen Lang simply kept doing it and tried to communicate with the Buddha's relics through an out-of-body method.

Shen Lang held his breath and concentrated, the golden light all over his body surged, causing his soul to gradually leave his physical body.

The soul body, which had the same outline as the original Buddha, split from Shen Lang's body and slowly penetrated into the Buddha's relic, which was overflowing with Buddha's light.