Seeing the golden bull coming from the attack, the waves don't dodge, and they lean out their right hands.

The next moment.

"Dong!!!"

The golden bull is strong and bumps into the body of the deep wave, and makes a earth shaking noise.

An appalling scene appeared.

Shen Lang is still safe after being hit so hard. His right arm is dead on the forehead of the golden bull, and he resists the collision force of the golden bull.

"Here..."

Jin Zhanyuan was shocked to see that Shen Lang had blocked the shadow of the four golden bulls with his bare hands. Although his magic power of "breaking the mountain and breaking the ground" did not use all his strength, it could not be resisted with his flesh.

Shen Lang really resisted this skill with his physical strength! Jin Zhanyuan doubted whether he saw the illusion.

A more incredible scene appeared.

Shen Lang raised his right foot in a light manner, and kicked the golden bull's forehead like lightning, making a "thumping" sound.

Shen Lang, like playing a ball, kicked the huge golden bull out of the sky like a shell.

"Bang!!!"

With a loud sound, the golden bull body burst, turning into a large golden light in the mid air.

This is not just Jin Zhanyuan, even Yang He is stunned.

Generally speaking, when a magic spell hits something, it will directly cause the explosion of psychic power, and there is no such situation as sinking waves.

Shen Lang seems to use his palm to resist the spirit released by Jin Zhanyuan, but in fact, he completely blocks the energy of the spirit with the chaotic power in his body, so as to kick the beast away.

This only shows a problem. Shen Lang is not only the vast power of chaos in his body, but also the control power of chaos has reached an extremely exaggerated level. It's incredible!

Jin Zhanyuan didn't believe in this evil. His face became serious and he shouted: "the golden bull is attacking!"

As soon as the roar goes down, the golden light behind the gold exhibition yuan soars, and hundreds of giant Taurus are suddenly out of the shadows. The cows are carrying the heatwave of fire, which is layer upon layer, rushing towards the waves, and the terrible heatwave is suffocating!

"The eighth level of Celestial Art, the eyes of heaven are destroyed!"

The holy devil's eyes at the center of Shen Lang's eyebrows are shining like the purple light of the hot sun, and the path is straight to the cattle on the opposite side!

"Whew!"

Long and thin purple awns pass by, and all the bull bodies burst.

"Boom!"

The golden light spread all around, and the loud roar was heard all over the sky. The cattle were defeated before they got close to the sinking wave, and they were destroyed by the explosion all over the sky.

"Celestial Art!"

Jin Zhanyuan exclaimed, his eyes wide and round, unable to calm down for a long time.

The energy wave released by the purple ray from Shen Lang's eyebrow has reached a level that makes his soul tremble. I'm afraid that only the legendary celestial art can achieve this power!

Until now, Jin Zhanyuan has finally understood how strong Shen Lang is. He is really an immortal!

Yang he was sweating on his forehead, afraid that Jin Zhanyuan would freeze the situation, so he hurried forward and made a round: "master of the golden hall, there is no need to test again. It's time for you to see that compared with Shen Lang, we are not rivals at all! "

Jin Zhanyuan didn't know the truth. He was completely convinced and shouted to Shen Lang: "Shen Lang boy, you won. Just now it's just a test. Don't be angry with me. I'm really afraid of you! "

Shen Lang smiled at Jin Zhanyuan and said with a fist: "the leader of the golden hall is joking. How can you be ignorant?"

Jin Zhanyuan looks at Shen Lang as if he is looking at a monster, and can't help but ask: "Shen Lang boy, don't blame me for being talkative, I still want to ask again, you Really promoted to the realm of immortals? "

Although I have seen the power of Shen Lang, Jin Zhanyuan still can't believe that Shen Lang has broken through the immortals.

You know, it's only 2000 years since Shen Lang left the seven holy palaces.

It's only two thousand years. Shen Lang can't practice so fast even if he is a rocket?

"It's true."

Shen Lang nodded solemnly.

This time, Jin Zhanyuan and Yang he were overjoyed.

Shen Lang's promotion to the celestial realm means that they both know what it means.

"That's great. God opened his eyes. My seven palaces will have this day!" Jin Zhanyuan is very excited.

"Shen Lang, you're really fighting for us. Now, in addition to the ancestors, you are the only one in Meishan. You are the most powerful person in Meishan! " Yang he was full of admiration.

"It's just a fluke. The first one is not worthy of being. By the way, I don't know what's the situation with my ancestors? "

One of the shenlang newspapers laughed and changed a topic.

As soon as the words came out, the smiles on Jin Zhanyuan's and Yang He's faces gradually converged.

Jin Zhanyuan sighed: "Alas, my grandfather was seriously injured in the last war, and his three damages and seven robberies have been very serious. My grandfather's situation now Not so good. "

Listen to Jin Zhanyuan's tone, Shen Lang can probably guess a 78.

"Two hall masters, please take me to see my ancestors." Said the waves.

"Good!"

Jin Zhanyuan and Yang He nodded their heads and led Shen Lang into the seven holy palaces.

Since the last war, the ancestor of Tianying has been staying at yundai mountain in the north of the seven holy palaces for rest. The three people fly towards yundai mountain.

When I came to yundai mountain, it seemed that the divine sense of the ancestor Tianying sensed the three people outside and made an old voice: "Jin Zhanyuan, Yang He, you two step down and let Shen Lang enter the cave alone."

"Yes!"

Jin Zhanyuan and Yang He bow to leave.

Shen Lang took a deep breath and entered the cave in the middle of the mountain.

In the cave, a skinny old man in a white robe sits on a piece of dandelion, which is the ancestor of Tianying.

If it wasn't for sensing the familiar atmosphere of the ancient ancestor of Tianying, Shen Lang almost doubted that he had identified the wrong person.

In front of him, the ancient ancestor of the sky shadow is no longer like a human being. He is not as dry as a mummy. The deformed and withered bones and collaterals are like withered rotten wood, which will be broken when touched.

If it wasn't for the weak fluctuation of spirit power on the surface of the body, the ancient ancestor Tianying would be no different from a dead corpse.

"Shen Lang, you are back..." The ancestor of Tianying made a weak and hoarse voice with a trace of joy and relief in his voice.

Looking at the shadow of the sky in front of him, the fire of life was like a candle in the wind. Shen Lang was so sad that he bit his teeth and asked, "master, your body seems to have..."

"It doesn't matter. I won't be dead for a while." The ancestor of Tianying slowly opened his dry and empty eyes, looked at Shen Lang and exclaimed, "Shen Lang, you are really Surprise me! You are much more outstanding than I thought. I thought you would go back to the seventh holy palace after sitting. I didn't expect that my old bone will last until you come back. "