Godly Dragon Guard

Xia Shan'er finally stabilized her figure and looked back at Shen Lang, her pretty face pale: "Brother!"

"Senior sister, go quickly, the farther you go, the better!"

Shen Lang let out a stern sound transmission.

"Junior Brother, why are you..."

Xia Shan'er was full of tears and her heart was broken.

She owed too much to Shen Lang, Xia Shan'er would rather die by herself than let Shen Lang die for her.

The Yellow Wind Demon King stared at Shen Lang with his golden eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Boy, I have released this woman. Now let me know what you know!"

Shen Lang calmly said: "Yellow Wind Demon King, I know more than you think. I can tell you all the secrets, but you must let all the disciples of the ancient artifacts leave here safely."

"Wow!"

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused an uproar.

All the cultivators of the Ancient Artifact Sect were shocked and awed in awe. Unexpectedly, in order to save the martial art, Shen Lang was willing to commit danger with his own body?

"A mere half fairy ant, dare to make an inch!"

"Dare to negotiate terms with our king, really looking for death!"

"Boy, who gave you the courage to tease the king?"

Several earth immortal demon screamed in rage.

The Yellow Wind Demon King flicked his cloak and signaled the demon to be quiet. He glanced at Shen Lang and said blankly: "Boy, this king will meet your requirements, and let the mob behind you roll quickly!"

The demons on the battleship looked at each other, some wondering why the king trusted a little yellow-haired boy so much.

The reason why the Yellow Wind Demon King accommodated Shen Lang was because he suspected that Shen Lang had obtained the picture of the hidden treasure that had flowed out of Huang Fengling.

It is no coincidence that Shen Lang mentioned both the treasure map and the signs of the sky. It shows that Shen Lang really knows the vital clues.

The Yellow Wind Demon King has always been very interested in the treasures left by the ancestor Huang Feng Dasheng. Although I don't know what that treasure is, it must be hundreds of times better than the evil thing like Tiandi Baojian!

Ning Rufeng shouted with a hoarse voice: "Shen Lang, this catastrophe belongs to the entire sect of Guqimen, and you don't need to bear it alone!"

Shen Lang shook his head slightly and said with an indifferent expression: "Head, I have my own reason for doing this! You hurry up and lead the martial arts people out of here, the sooner the better."

"Shen Lang boy, Guqimen owes you a favor!"

Ning Rufeng gritted his teeth, no longer persuaded Shen Lang, and shouted at the disciples of the sects: "All the cultivators of the Ancient Artifacts Sect listened to the orders, and quickly followed the old man to evacuate here!"

"Yes……"

All the disciples of the Ancient Artifact Sect responded and cast grateful gazes towards Shen Lang, it seemed that Shen Lang said goodbye.

Soon, Ning Rufeng led a large number of ancient artifact monks to evacuate from Cangluan Mountain and flew towards the east.

"Good apprentice... take care!"

He Jian's eyes showed deep intolerance. After a long sigh, his lonely figure followed the cultivator team at the Ancient Artifact Gate.

Ning Xiaoyao flew up to Xia Shan'er and pulled her over: "Shan'er, come with me!"

"But Junior Brother Shen..."

Xia Shaner's teary eyes were hazy and she didn't want to leave.

"Don't be stupid! Shen Lang risked his death to save your life, just hope you can value your life, not to let you continue to die!" Ning Xiaoyao shouted out, dragged for a while, and finally brought Xia Shan'er. gone.

Xia Shan'er was crying with rain, and her emotions collapsed.

Ning Xiaoyao looked back at Shen Lang, a trace of sadness and loneliness flashed between her eyebrows.

Without thinking about it, Ning Xiaoyao brought Xia Shan'er to follow the team of the ancient artifact monks.

Not long after, all the cultivators of the Guqimen had left Cangluan Mountain.

"Boy, you should always be satisfied now, right?" Huang Feng Demon King stared at Shen Lang with a stern expression, and snorted coldly.

Shen Lang's spiritual consciousness scanned the surroundings and he was relieved to make sure that the ancient Qimen monks had evacuated to a safe distance.

Without those ancient artifact monks, he could let go of his hands and feet.

"Hahaha, Shen would like to thank your Excellency for giving me this opportunity! It is a pity that Shen doesn't intend to catch it with one's hands. If you want to know the secret of the treasure, it depends on your ability."

Shen Lang grinned and sneered, offering the Seven Sages Tide Viewing Picture with lightning speed, and frantically infused Chaos Spiritual Power into the Tide Viewing Picture.

Previously, the remnant soul of the Seven Sages of Meishan entered the Seven Sages Watching Tide Chart, which was equivalent to giving Shen Lang a chance to save his life. Shen Lang only needs to activate the Seven Sages Viewing Tide Chart again to call out the remnants of the Seven Sages of Meishan and help him.

"Toast, not eat or drink fine wine, and find death!"

After being teased by Shen Lang so far, the Yellow Wind Demon King was already unbearable, a violent color flashed across his face, his right hand turned into a giant golden claw again, and he rushed towards Shen Lang with lightning.

"Please show the Seven Saints!"

Shen Lang's eyes were like electricity, and he tried his best to pour chaotic spiritual power into the Seven Sages Watching Tide Chart.

"Buzz!"

With the blessing of a large amount of chaotic spiritual power, the seven sages suddenly released the golden glow of Sheng Ruo Lieyang in the tide view, and the seven golden glows rushed out of the painting, turning into the posture of the seven sages of Meishan.

The remnant soul of the Seven Saints wakes up at this moment.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

Suddenly, seven soaring Rei-pressure swept across the entire world, and a terrifying Rei-pressure storm sprayed out from the remnant souls of the Seven Sages of Meishan, diverging in all directions like a hurricane, and the demon repairs on the suppressed warship could not breathe. Angry.

Boss Yuan Hong opened his mouth and ejected a red golden beam of light, and ran into the golden giant claws attacked by the Yellow Wind Demon King at an almost strange speed.

"Boom!!!"

The roar of a mountain and the ground was deafening, and the two attacking lights flashed, evenly matched.

Yuan Hong’s remnant soul hurriedly issued a blow, barely resisting the attack of the Yellow Wind Demon King, and said in a deep voice: "Little friend Shen Lang, your call this time is timely! Say it, call me to wait. Why?"

"Senior Meishan Seven Sages, quickly help me kill the demonic cultivators opposite!"

Shen Lang pointed to the large number of Yellow Wind Cave demon repairs on the dozens of Lingzhou warships opposite, and shouted loudly.

"The Seven Sages of Meishan?"

The yellow wind demon king suddenly changed color.

The ten earth immortal demon cultivators beside him also showed awe.

The Seven Sages of Meishan are the most famous monks with supernatural powers in the Meishan domain, except for the **** of Erlang, Yang Jian. Most of those who are quite senior have seen the portraits of the Seven Sages of Meishan.

The seven phantoms of human figures flying out of the mysterious ancient paintings in front of them are indeed like the legendary Seven Sages of Meishan! This kind of great supernatural power monk's unique coercive feeling is not like fake.

However, unlike the real seven sages of Meishan, these "seven sages of Meishan" are all in the phantom state, most likely the body of the remnant soul.

"Tsk, kid Shen Lang, this time you can be regarded as stumping us!" Jin Dasheng glanced at the demon repair lineup opposite, smacked his lips suddenly.

"What are you afraid of? This is the last time our seven brothers have been left in the world, and we can just do it!" Wu Long shouted loudly.

"Yes, if you can fight a battle before the soul is annihilated, you can feel the meaning of life!" Yang Xian laughed loudly.

The Meishan brothers did not have the slightest sense of fear, and were ready to fight a battle.