Chapter 5032

Shen Lang's complexion changed greatly, and he instantly realized that the old man in front of him was not a Taoist ancestor.

Seeing that purple fire deceived him, Shen Lang felt a huge threat and hurriedly used his big move.

"Breaking Blood Blade!"

A wave of blood surged out from behind him, turning into an endless blood blade, carrying the unparalleled power of destruction, and pressed towards the incoming purple fire.

"Tips for carving insects!"

That group of purple flames made a sarcastic sound, and suddenly a turbulent flame storm erupted, bursting with unimaginable terrifying power, suppressing the blood blade with a destructive force.

"Oops!"

Shen Lang's face was as pale as earth.

The power of the flame supernatural power released by the other party has reached at least the level of the seventh-order divine art, indicating that his own cultivation realm has reached the realm of the divine spring, and it is definitely not an existence that he can compete with.

At a critical juncture, Shen Lang turned his hand and took out a fiery red light bead.

This is the life-saving thing given by Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire!

Shen Lang decisively stimulated the power in the light beads.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering explosion of fire, the entire Bajing Palace was roaring and trembling.

The fiery red light bead in Shen Lang's hand burst out with a dark red flame that destroyed the sky and the earth, burning and swallowing all the space in the Bajing Palace, with an unimaginable power.

"Original fire!?"

The group of purple flames screamed in horror. He seemed to know the power of the flames, so he released a flame storm with all his strength, trying to resist the dark red flames that came.

Shen Lang kept releasing the Zhu Rong divine power in the light beads, turning it into an infinitely powerful primordial fire, constantly compressing the flame storm released by the purple fire, and soon trapped it in the flame cover formed by the primordial fire.

Seeing that he was surrounded by a large piece of primordial fire, the group of purple fire finally gave up, and shouted in horror: "Fellow Daoist, spare your life, this little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, offends fellow daoists, and I hope fellow daoists don't kill him! "

Shen Lang's face was gloomy and he asked, "What exactly are you, and why are you in the Bajing Palace? Also, why are you pretending to be the ancestor of the Supreme Daoist?"

"Xiao...Xiao is a direct disciple of Taishang Daozu. In the early years, he was destroyed in the chaos of the Primordial Primordial Tribulation, leaving only a strand of Primordial Spirit, trapped in the Eight Views Palace." The purple firelight hurriedly explained.

"Hmph, you still have the guts to lie to me when you are about to die? I really thought I was as easy to lie as a three-year-old child!"

Shen Lang continued to activate the fiery red beam of light in his hand, releasing a large amount of primordial fire in one breath, frantically burning the purple fire.

Taishang Daozu has only one direct disciple of Daoist Burning Lamp.

Besides, the moral character of the Taoist ancestors on Taishang would never accept disciples with such despicable methods.

Without thinking about it, Shen Lang could conclude that the other party must be lying.

"what!!!"

After the purple fire was scorched by the original fire, it let out a tragic wailing sound and shouted: "Daoist friend, I was wrong, I shouldn't lie to you, please raise your hand!"

"Since you want to survive, you can't tell the truth!" Shen Lang shouted, and withdrew the Zhu Rong divine power in the light beads.

Purple Fire didn't dare to paint tricks again this time, and said tremblingly: "The little one is the lantern spirit of the 'Bajing Palace Lantern', the personal treasure of the Taishang Daozu. Just because the main body has been trapped in the Bajing Palace, so I want to take the outsiders away. , regain your freedom."

"The lantern spirit of the Eight Scenery Palace Lanterns?" Shen Lang raised his eyebrows.

It is rumored that the Bajing Palace lantern is one of the four major spiritual lanterns in the fairy world. It is as famous as the coffin palace lantern, the Baolian lantern and the Cuiguang Liangyi lantern. It is indeed the personal treasure of the Taishang Taoist.

However, the purple fire in front of him was just a lamp spirit, not the spirit lamp itself. Shen Lang immediately asked, "Where are the Eight Scenery Palace Lamps?"

Dengling didn't dare to hide it, and answered cautiously: "It's on the futon."

Shen Lang's eyes quickly turned to the futon in the center of the hall.

A wisp of primordial flames shot out of his fingertips, dissolving the restraint on the surface of the futon.

After the ban was lifted, a lamp in the shape of a small tripod appeared, with a simple shape and a mysterious atmosphere.

Shen Lang moved to the futon and picked up the tripod-shaped lamp.

The moment he picked up these eight palace lanterns, he could vaguely feel the treasure lotus lantern and coffin palace lantern in his body vibrate abruptly, which resonated a little with these eight palace lanterns.

There seems to be some kind of connection between the four spiritual lamps.

It is thought that urging the lotus lantern and the coffin palace lantern requires the treasure holder to have enough qi of heaven and earth.

And Shen Lang himself has a huge number of heaven and earth. Since he can control the lotus lantern and the coffin palace lantern, it is naturally no problem to control these eight palace lanterns.

Shen Lang made an astonishing move and confessed to the Lord on the spot.

The moment when blood dripped on the Eight Views Palace Lanterns.

The Bajing Palace lantern made a muffled sound of "Boom", and the surface of the lantern suddenly swelled with the purple light of Sheng Ruo Lieyang, which slowly sank into Shen Lang's chest.

It was when Shen Lang's primordial spirit was in the process of merging with the Eight Views Palace Lanterns.

"Boy, if you want to take my Eight Views Palace Lantern, go dream!"

The previously timid lantern spirit suddenly burst into flames and turned into a flaming arrow, penetrating the prison formed by the primordial fire at the cost of a lot of primordial energy.

Shen Lang's act of acknowledging the Lord by dripping blood distracted the Yuanshen's attention, so that the light beads could not continue to release the original fire, so that the lamp spirit was freed from the shackles.

I saw that the purple flame arrow penetrated into the Bajing Palace Lantern with lightning speed.

The wick of the Bajing Palace Lantern was suddenly lit, and a powerful backlash erupted in Shen Lang's chest.

For a time, Shen Lang felt that the divine power of his whole body was being sucked away by the Eight Scenery Palace lanterns.

"Boy, just relying on your weak cultivation in the Divine Origin Realm, you also want to take away the Eight Scenery Palace lanterns, it's a daydream!"

"If you want to blame, it's your negligence. Just give this body to the deity to drive you!"

The lantern spirit inside the Bajing Palace lantern laughed loudly, and was about to take away Shen Lang's primordial body.

However, Shen Lang suddenly sneered and said, "Are you sure I was negligent?"

"What do you mean?"

Deng Ling's wild laughter came to an abrupt end, and he immediately smelled a bad premonition.

"Your soul, I accept it!"

Shen Lang immediately transformed into a black shadow, swallowed up all the eight palace lanterns, and exerted all his strength to use the devouring method in the blood nerve.

Immediately, a force like turning the river overturned the sea poured out from the Bajing Palace Lantern, and was swallowed and absorbed by the dark shadow transformed by Shen Lang.

"what!!!"

Deng Ling let out a shrill scream, and he felt that the power of his primordial spirit was forcibly sucked away by this strange black shadow.

Trying to break free, only to find that it is impossible to escape the shackles of the shadow.

His Primordial Spirit is languishing and weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye, unable to resist at all.

As expected of the lamp spirit of the Eight Views Palace Lanterns, the strength of the primordial spirit has almost reached the level of the Divine Spring Realm.

Shen Lang only swallowed 10% of it, and he felt that a vast sea-like force forcibly poured into his fleshly soul, and his cultivation level also climbed and improved!

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