Kryptonian cultivation, invincibility starts from opening the Demon Suppression Tower

There was a chill in his eyes, he tightly grasped the spirit sword in his hand, and exuded an oppressive aura.

"Brother Bai, I'm sorry." Murong Jian's face was full of helplessness and apology.

Murong Jian not only knew Shen Lang, but also had a good relationship with Bai Qianren.

"Because I owe Shen Lang a favor." Murong Jian raised his head, his eyes were full of determination, and his tone became firm.

This matter goes back to a few days ago.

At that time, Shen Lang stepped onto the stage wearing the clothes of a sixth-grade alchemist that showed his noble status.

After he got off the stage, as expected, a group of people rushed in like a tide, scrambling to get close to Shen Lang and build a relationship.

Everyone's face was filled with eager expressions, their eyes were full of desire, and they couldn't wait to make friends with this noble sixth-grade alchemist.

Even the elders of the Dark Emperor Sect who were usually highly respected were no exception. They were full of expectations and longings, and they were eager to ask Shen Lang to help them refine the elixir.

And this elixir was by no means an ordinary elixir.

It was a sixth-grade heavenly elixir that had been passed down from ancient times to the present day. Its efficacy was extremely extraordinary. After taking it, it could effectively make up for some of the defects in the practice that were difficult to repair. For practitioners, it was undoubtedly a treasure they dreamed of.

The elders of the sect knew that Shen Lang and Murong Jian had a deep and good relationship, so they gave this difficult task to Murong Jian and asked him to go to Shen Lang to discuss the matter.

When Murong Jian came to the door, his expression seemed extremely awkward, his eyes were erratic, and he was hesitant in his words. It took him a long time to fully express his intentions, and he seemed extremely embarrassed.

But after Shen Lang knew his intention, he did not hesitate at all, and did not even have time to think. He agreed to the task without saying a word.

Once Shen Lang's identity as a sixth-grade alchemist was exposed, the first task he received was to help Murong Jian refine the elixir.

And long before entering the stone tablet space, Shen Lang had already handed over the carefully refined elixir to Murong Jian safely.

Therefore, even if it was just for the sake of this smooth and successful transaction, Murong Jian must stand up and firmly stand up to protect Shen Lang.

Murong Jian knew the preciousness of this friendship. For him, the elixir meant a lot to him. Even if it was just for the sake of this successful transaction, Murong Jian would stand up to protect Shen Lang.

"Everyone, as long as I am here today, no one can touch Shen Lang! If anyone insists on taking action, then step over me first!"

Murong Jian said these words in a sonorous and powerful voice, and his eyes swept around coldly like an ice blade.

His eyes were full of determination and firmness, as if burning with rage.

Some people accidentally met his cold eyes, and felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet to their hearts. They lowered their heads involuntarily, not daring to look him in the face.

This is also a terrifying killing god, with great strength and strong temperament, and he can't be easily offended!

Bai Qianren looked at him sinisterly, his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out: "Are you really sure you want to stop me?"

His voice was cold and piercing, with a strong threat.

"Brother Bai, are you really sure you want to waste your precious time here?" Murong Jian did not flinch, looking directly into Bai Qianren's eyes and asked back. His expression was serious and resolute, his brows were slightly wrinkled, revealing a stubbornness.

For a while, the two of them just confronted each other, neither giving in.

Tian Qingbo was still trying to fan the flames and stir up trouble, but before he could say anything provocative, the scales on the stone tablet changed again.

The sharp-eyed people couldn't help but exclaimed: "Passed! Shen Lang actually lit up all the scales, look!"

The man's voice became sharp because of excitement, and he pointed at Shen Lang and the stone tablet in front of him, his eyes wide open.

Everyone's movements were surprisingly consistent, as if they were pulled by an invisible force, and they all quickly turned their heads to look at Shen Lang and the stone tablet in front of him.

Envy and jealousy instantly spread among the crowd, which was undoubtedly the most common and strongest emotion at the moment.

Especially Tian Qingbo, the jealous look was simply impossible to conceal, his lips trembled violently, his face became extremely ugly, and his eyes almost spit out fire.

"This kid is really lucky, even this has someone to help him!" Tian Qingbo gritted his teeth and said, the muscles on his face twitched slightly because of anger, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.

He watched Shen Lang snatch away what should have belonged to him in public.

The inheritance of the martial arts that originally belonged to him in his fantasy, as well as the countless praises and honors, are now in Shen Lang's pocket.

The boundless hatred is like a wild weed growing wildly, spreading wantonly in Tian Qingbo's heart.

He took advantage of the tense confrontation between Murong Jian and Bai Qianren and had no time to pay attention to him, and quietly circulated the spiritual power in his body, secretly preparing to attack Shen Lang.

A trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, his hands trembled slightly, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

Shen Lang had not opened his eyes yet, but with his extremely keen perception, he sensed that a strong murderous intent was firmly locked on him.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, and he was secretly alert in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm.

Shen Lang pretended to be completely unaware and defenseless, and relaxed his body posture.

However, when the malicious force attacked, Shen Lang instantly burst out with powerful strength and fought back with double the power.

So everyone saw that Tian Qingbo, who was originally standing there leisurely and watching the show with peace of mind, suddenly let out a shrill scream.

The scream cut through the sky and made people shudder.

Then, he covered his head tightly with both hands, his body kept shaking, his facial features were distorted, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices. The appearance was extremely terrifying.

His eyes were wide open, full of pain and fear, and there was an indistinct whimper in his throat.

"Brother! Are you okay?" The disciples of the Tiandao League shouted in panic, their voices full of anxiety and worry.

Their faces turned pale in an instant, and their eyes were full of fear.

The disciples of Tiandao League panicked immediately, and swarmed around like a group of headless flies.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare us!" They asked anxiously.

No one knew better than Tian Qingbo himself what exactly happened and what the situation was.