Chapter 3202

Xia Shan'er managed to stabilize her figure. Looking back at Shen Lang, she said, "younger martial brother!"

"Elder martial sister, go as far as you can!"

Shen wave sent out a cold and harsh voice.

"Younger martial brother, why do you suffer..."

Xia Shan'er's face is full of tears, and her heart will be broken.

She owes Shen Lang too much. Xia Shan'er would rather die on her own than let Shen Lang replace her.

The yellow wind demon king's golden eyes stared at Shen Lang and said, "boy, I have let this woman go. Now tell me the news you know!"

Shen Lang said calmly, "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 weapon gate leave here safely."

"Wow!"

As soon as the words came out, there was an uproar.

All the monks of the ancient ware gate were shocked and awed. How could Shen Lang be willing to take risks in order to save the sect?

"Half immortal and half ant, dare to advance even more!"

"Dare to talk with our king about the condition, it's really looking for death!"

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

Several of the immortals roared furiously in xiukou.

The yellow wind demon king flicks his cape and signals the demons to be quiet. He glances at the waves and says with no expression: "boy, my Aunt Wang can meet your requirements. Let the mob behind you go quickly!"

The demons on the warship looked at each other. Some of them couldn't understand why the king trusted a yellow boy so much.

The reason why the yellow wind demon king gave way to Shen Lang was that he suspected Shen Lang had obtained the remnant treasure map of the yellow wind mountain.

Shen Lang mentioned not only the treasure map but also the omen of heaven, which is no coincidence. It shows that Shen Lang really knows the crucial clues.

Huang Feng demon king has always been very interested in the treasure left by his ancestor Huang Feng. Although he doesn't know what that treasure is, it must be hundreds of times better than the evil thing of heaven and earth!

Ning Rufeng shouted hoarsely: "Shen Lang, this disaster is from the whole ancient weapon sect, you don't have to bear it alone!"

Shen Lang shook his head slightly and said with indifference: "master, I have my own reason to do this! You should lead all the members of the school to leave here as soon as possible. "

"Shenlang boy, ancient weapons door owes you a favor!"

Ning Rufeng bit his teeth, stopped persuading Shen Lang, and shouted at the disciples: "the monks of the ancient weapons sect listen to the order, and quickly follow me to leave here!"

"Yes..."

All the disciples of the ancient weapons sect answered, and they all looked at Shen Lang with gratitude. It seemed that Shen Lang said goodbye.

Soon, Ning Rufeng led a large number of ancient gate monks to evacuate from cangluan mountain and fly to the East.

"Good apprentice Take care! "

He Jian's eyes showed deep impatience. After a long sigh, his lonely back kept up with the monks of the ancient weapon gate.

Ning Xiaoyao flies to xiashan'er and pulls her over: "Shan'er, come with me!"

"But younger martial brother Shen..."

Xia Shan'er's eyes were dim with tears, and she didn't want to leave.

"Don't be silly! Shen Lang risked his death to save your life, hoping that you can value your life, not let you continue to die! " Ning Xiaoyao squeaks out her voice, tugs and drags, and finally takes Xia Shan'er away.

Xia Shan'er is crying with pear blossom and rain. Her mood is going to collapse.

Ning Xiaoyao looks back at Shen Lang, and there is a trace of sadness and loneliness between her eyes and eyebrows.

Without thinking about it, Ning Xiaoyao and Xia Shan'er followed the group of friars.

In a short time, all the friars of the ancient ware gate left cangluan mountain.

"Boy, are you satisfied now?" The yellow wind demon king stared at Shen Lang with a heavy face and snorted coldly.

Shen Lang's divine sense glanced around to make sure that the ancient gate monks had evacuated to a safe distance, and he was relieved.

Without those ancient door friars, he could let go.

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

Shen Lang grinned and offered the Seven Saints' tidal chart with the power of thunder, pouring chaos power into the chart.

Previously, the spirits of the Seven Saints of Meishan entered the Seven Saints' tide watching chart, which is equivalent to giving Shen Lang a chance to save his life. Shen Lang only needs to urge the Seven Saints to watch the tide again, and then he can summon the spirit of the Seven Saints of Meishan and help himself.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will die!"

After being teased by Shen Lang, the yellow wind demon king was unbearable. His face flashed violent color, his right hand turned into golden claw again, and he caught Shen Lang with the power of lightning and thunder.

"Seven Saints, please!"

Shen wave's eyes are like electricity. He tries his best to infuse chaos power into the Seven Sages' tidal chart.

"Buzz!"

Under the influence of a large number of chaotic spiritual forces, the Seven Saints suddenly released the golden mans in the tide watching picture, which were as strong as the sun. In the picture, the seven golden mans were rushed out and turned into the posture of the Seven Saints in Meishan.

At this moment, the spirits of the Seven Saints wake up.

"Bang bang!"

Suddenly, seven holy pressures swept the whole world. The terrible holy pressure storm spewed out from the spirits of the Seven Saints in Meishan. It spread in all directions like a hurricane. The demons on the pressed warship were breathless.

Yuan Hong, the eldest, blew out a red and gold beam of light, and hit the golden claw hit by the yellow wind demon king at an almost weird speed.

"Dong!!!"

The roar of a mountain crash is deafening, and the two attack lights are explosive, even.

Yuan Hong's remnant soul rushed out a strike, barely withstanding the attack of the yellow wind demon king, and said in a deep voice: "Shen Lang, your call is timely! Say, call me to wait for what? "

"Master Seven Saints of Meishan, help me kill the demons on the opposite side!"

Shen Lang points to a large number of Huangfeng cave demons on a dozen of Lingzhou warships opposite and shouts loudly.

"Seven Saints of Meishan?"

The yellow wind demon king changes color.

The ten immortals and Demons around him also showed their astonishment.

The Seven Saints of Meishan are the most famous great spiritual friars in Meishan except for the Erlang God Yang Jian. Most of the well-known Dixian demon practitioners have seen the portraits of the Seven Saints of Meishan.

In front of us, the seven figures flying out of the mysterious ancient paintings are really like the legendary Seven Saints of Meishan! This unique sense of awe and pressure of the great deity monk does not seem to be false.

However, different from the real Seven Saints of Meishan, these seven "Seven Saints of Meishan" are all in the state of virtual shadow, which is likely to be the body of the ghost.

"Tut, shenlang boy, this time you've got us down!" Jin Dasheng glanced at the demon repair line-up opposite his eyes and immediately smacked his lips.

"What are you afraid of? This is the last time that our seven brothers have been left in the world. We can do a big job! " Wu Longgao shouted.

"Yes, I can feel the meaning of being alive if I can fight a battle before the soul disappears!" Yang Xian laughed loudly.

All Meishan brothers are not afraid at all, and are ready for a big battle.