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“I got this by chance, and it has been used as an important magic weapon for life. Is Fellow Daoist satisfied?” Shen Lang asked again.

Situ Ling immediately collected the Golden Yuan Bowl into the storage ring, said with a sneer: “So-so. Those little celestial stones, also leave it to the Altar Master.”

“Yes.”

Shen Lang responded without a smile, and continued to ask: “Now it is always possible for Shen to have a face-to-face conversation with the three Divine Transformation Stage Seniors, right?”

After Situ Ling collected the 200,000 small celestial stones into the storage ring, he pretended to be polite and said with a laugh: “Of course. This matter is very important. I will tell me now. Master Heavenly Sword daoist and the other two Divine Transformation Stage Seniors, Fellow Daoist waited a while in this great hall.”

Situ Ling is not easy to do too much. The brass bowl is Mochizuki Island. Zhou Long’s treasure, Shen Lang took out Zhou Long’s treasure to be a bit meaningful. He suspected that this person killed Zhou Long and took away the opponent’s treasure.

If this is the case, the cultivator called Shen Lang might be stronger than he thought.

Furthermore, the news mentioned by Shen Lang really needs to be known to the Great Elder of the Moon Bye League.

Situ Ling left the great hall after leaving a sentence.

Shen Lang sat in a chair waiting, still a little anxious and irritable in his heart.

He always feels that this moon worship alliance is a bit unreliable. Just this Nascent Soul Late Stage Situ Ling is so arrogant. When I see three Divine Transformation Stage Cultivators, I don’t know what I will face. How to make things difficult.

Shen Lang cares about his own life, but he must bend his knees to beg others to save himself, this is impossible!

Disappointment is greater than hope. Most of the Baiyue League is unreliable. Shen Lang is thinking about ways quickly in his mind, how can he benefit to the greatest extent?

Shen Lang thinks hard, there is no good idea, only one step at a time.

After the hour passed, Situ Ling took three Divine Transformation Stage Cultivators into the great hall of the main altar of the Moon-Waiting League.

All three of them looked like Elderly, and Shen Lang recognized them all by just one glance.

The leader is a gray-haired, long-brow cultivator with double swords. This person looks righteous, divine poise and sagelike features, imposing manner out of the ordinary.

This long eyebrow cultivator is the Master of Situ Ling and the Heavenly Sword daoist of North Sword Sect. North Sword Sect claims to be Upright Sect, Heavenly Sword daoist rarely shows up in front of outsiders, and Shen Lang does not know this person’s background temperament.

But the silver-haired old woman on crutches behind the long-brow cultivator is not so famous.

The silver-haired old woman is the ice Grandmother of Flowers in Cold Soul Valley. On the surface, she looks like an old woman who is dying, but it is very sinister and vicious. Killing people like scything flax is full of oppression. Yin and cold breath.

There is also a bald Elderly dressed in a green robe. This person is a poisonous Old Ancestor of Spirit Sect, and he is not a good person.

Shen Lang immediately got up from his seat and moved towards the three Divine Transformation Stage Cultivator cup one fist in the other hand. Salute: “Junior Shen Lang, I have seen three Seniors!”

Situ Ling said contemptuously: “What kind of decent is this casually? I can’t kneel down when I see three Great Elders!”

Shen Lang was so angry that he wanted him to kneel down, absolutely impossible! This sentence of Situ Ling aroused Shen Lang’s anger.

Fortunately, without waiting for Shen Lang to respond, Heavenly Sword daoist waved his hand and said: “You are the guest when you come. You don’t have to stick to these red tapes. Little friend Shen Lang, you can talk to us quickly. You and my discipline talked about nine-color divine light, is this true or false?”

Shen Lang cup one fist in the other hand said: “Junior dare not deceive Senior Heavenly Sword, nine-color divine Light is what I have seen with my own eyes, and personally felt that there is impossible.”

As soon as I said this, the expressions of the three Divine Transformation Stage Cultivators were obviously moved.

“Boy, please tell the old man what happened.” Grandmother of Flowers Bing’s cloudy eyes stared at Shen Lang, with a lingering chill.

Shen Lang shuddered, the old woman’s baleful qi too terrifying, as if she could kill her at any time.

He could only repeat what he had just said to Situ Ling.

The three Divine Transformation Stage Cultivators looked vague. While Shen Lang told their own experiences, they were also trying to figure out the weak spot in Shen Lang’s words.

If Shen Lang deliberately deceived, or lied to them, the three Divine Transformation Stage Cultivators could easily find the weak spot in Shen Lang’s words.

However, they listened carefully to Shen Lang’s recount, not at all, and found that Shen Lang exposed some weak spot, which seemed really true.

After being attacked by Thunder Tribulation, the remaining two monster cultivators may not have the ability to move, but the Golden Flame Peacock has a self-healing body, just like what this kid said.

“Boy, according to what you said, four tenth-order monster cultivators of Monster Race, one died and two were seriously injured. That golden flame peacock’s injury has not recovered and is still chasing after it. You?” Old Ancestor asked with a sullen look.

“Yes, that’s it.” Shen Lang replied in a deep voice.

The Old Ancestor glanced at the Heavenly Sword daoist, and said without a smile: “Brother Heavenly Sword, according to this kid, Northern Domain Monster Race is now the time of weakness. If we Let’s attack the Northern Domain Monster Race together, maybe we can win it in one fell swoop!”

“hmph! The old man has no interest in attacking Monster Race, only the nine-color divine light. If we can Get a few nine-color Divine Stones, maybe you have a chance to fly.” Grandmother of Flowers said with a sneer.

As soon as these words came out, Heavenly Sword daoist and Wandu Old Ancestor must be lie. In fact, Wandu Old Ancestor just said that and was thinking about the Divine Stone.

After all, the temptation of soaring is too great. It not only means that you can enter the wider cultivation world, but the life essence can also be extra thousand years out of thin air.

But only a handful of Divine Transformation Stage Cultivators have the ability to soar. If they can get the nine-color Divine Stone, refining the nine-color divine light, there is great hope for the ascent.

“My little friend, since you have been caught by Northern Domain Monster Race, can you know the news about the nine-color Divine Stone?” Heavenly Sword daoist asked kindly at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang shook the head and said: “Junior only knows that Fengling Peacock said that his nine-color Divine Stone was found in the Arctic ice sheet. As for the number of found, Junior does not know.”

Heavenly Sword daoist slightly nodded, and then asked Shen Lang about the status of the three monster cultivators of the Northern Domain Monster Race.

Shen Lang said resolutely: “Junior can be 100% sure about this matter. The Cold Flame Peacock and the Earth Fury Bear are extremely injured, and there should be no battle strength. Only the Golden Flame Peacock has a rank ten The monster cultivator still has battle strength and was seriously injured.”

When Heavenly Sword daoist still wanted to ask, Bing Grandmother of Flowers coldly snorted and said: “Instead of asking this yellow Mao Xiaoer, why don’t you use the Soul Searching Technique directly on him, don’t you know everything?”

As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang was like an ice cellar with cold sweat, secretly said in one’s The heart is bad.

Sure enough, in these Divine Transformation Stage Cultivator, they simply don’t care about their own lives, they only care about benefits.

Heavenly Sword daoist said solemnly: “Ice Fellow Daoist Hua, don’t be impulsive. This little friend is a human cultivator, and the wind spirit peacock can die thanks to this little friend. That Northern Domain Monster Race Still chasing him all over the world, if we kill him first, wouldn’t it be our own people hitting our own people in the face.”