Chapter 3676

Master kuzheng sent a message to Shen Lang: "if you are not busy, you may as well attend the next exchange meeting. As long as Taoist Shen stays in Putuo Mountain, I can make sure that you will not be threatened. "

"It's the kindness of master Shen. I have other things to do, so I won't attend the exchange meeting."

Shen Lang politely refuses.

"Amitabha."

Seeing that Shen Lang's mind has been determined, master kuzheng puts his hands together and sighs. The old master chirong, who left the fire hall, glanced at the waves and said with a smile: "now, boy, you just need to go out of this Putuo Mountain and keep a group of monks to chase you! My grandfather gives you a chance to live. As long as you hand over half of the belongings in your storage ring, join me in the Lihuo temple and be the elder of my Lihuo temple, my grandfather will protect your life. "

Shen Lang doesn't think it's funny. This kind of blatant blackmail really embodies the four words of "weak meat and strong food".

It's not only the ancestor of chirong, but also the leader of a large number of sects at the scene who sends messages to him. Most of them invite him to join the sect and provide protection. Of course, Shen Lang didn't believe these friars' bullshit. He sneered and said, "you Taoist friends are so warm. Shen would like to say sorry, but I'm not interested in joining your sect. Shen is about to leave. By the way, remind the garbage people who want to kill me. Whoever bullies me will be punished! "

As soon as the voice fell, Shen wave turned into a golden light and flew to Zhongzhou city in the north of Putuo Mountain.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, there were hundreds of immortals in the courtyard, chasing towards the waves for the first time, either for killing and robbing treasures, or for going to the theatre.

The immortal monks who chased them didn't put Shen Lang's words into their hearts at all, and many of them also showed a sneer of schadenfreude on their faces.

Even the former immortal Danyang was among them.

The leader of the top sects generally disdains to do such inferior things as killing and robbing treasures. As the top expert of the immortals, immortal Danyang really takes the three words "shameless" to the extreme.

There is a trace of intolerance in master kuzheng's eyes. He wanted to save Shen Lang's life, but he was too proud, which must be a big loss.

The main reason is that Shen Lang has no power and has no power, and he has no name. If his low-key behavior is not enough to cause trouble, the key is that he is too high-key and exposes too much wealth. Once he is coveted by a large number of friars, it must be hard to protect himself. A group of friars who chased Shen Lang and wanted to float up were caught by juechen's ancestor: "you are the leader of Tianyuan chamber of Commerce. You are in a high position. Don't do such despicable things as killing, robbing and so on. When a good man speaks out, it will damage your reputation. "

"You misunderstood my father. Naturally, my daughter didn't care to do that kind of bad thing. My daughter just wanted to know who was the last owner of the Vajra relic, so that she could buy it back in time."

"To invite the moon," she explained.

Juechen's ancestral voice said: "don't lose big for small! Although my father is blind, he has the skill of observing the breath. That kid is not as simple as you think. "

"Father, do you mean he conceals his accomplishments?" Asked the saint, frowning.

"No, it's true that he was in the early days of immortals, but there were some extremely powerful breath on him! It seems to be the breath from Xianbao, but it is much stronger than Kaiguang Xianbao! "

The cold face of juechen's ancestor is rather dignified.

"Here It can't be a spirit level immortal treasure, can it? It's not known how many years the most valuable treasure of the spirit level has disappeared in the Tianmu immortal realm. It's impossible for ordinary celestial friars to possess it. "

The flawless face of the saint daughter of the moon invitation shows a strange color. "There is no absoluteness in everything," said lengli, the ancestor of juechen! If it wasn't for spirit level immortal treasure, I couldn't think of anything that could release such a powerful breath. This son's confidence must be relied on. If you listen to the words of your father, don't go to this muddy water. "

"My daughter knows."

Although the goddess of the moon did not agree with the evaluation of the ancestor of juechen, she nodded and agreed.

……

Shen Lang's whole body is glittering like a meteor that cuts through the sky. He flies out of Putuo Mountain in one breath.

Nearly a hundred celestial friars came after him. Shen Lang was a little gloomy.

After wandering in the real fairyland for such a long time, Shen Lang found that the more human friars he was, the more greedy he was. He didn't expect that there were so many friars staring at him.

Shen Lang is not afraid of these hundred celestial friars, but if he really wants to fight, he must use Xuanhua axe to quickly suppress so many celestial friars.

Once I sacrifice Xuanhua board axe, it is equivalent to exposing that I have spirit level immortal treasure. Once this matter is publicized, he will certainly become the object coveted by many parties and become the target of public criticism completely.

If it's the celestial friar who stares at himself, Shen Lang has not much scruples. He's afraid to provoke Luo Tianxian. At that time, his life will be hard to protect.

As a last resort, Shen Lang can't use Xuanhua board axe at will, unless he is sure to kill all the monks who pursue him and leave no one alive!

In addition to Xuanhua's axe, shenlang also has the mace of hundred orders of destruction.

However, it's less than half a month since the last battle between the bottomless cave and the moon eroded bone dragon. The energy of the demons in Shen Lang's body hasn't been fully recovered, and it can't release the hundred eyes to be destroyed, or even transform into a blood sandalwood Saint devil.

Shen Lang's only advantage now is his strong defense.

After a moment's deliberation, Shen Lang already had a plan in mind.

At this time, behind the waves came the roar of rushing out of the sky.

I saw an old man with black robes in the late days of the celestial being standing on a strange red cloud. He was the fastest monk in the crowd following the waves.

The old man in the black robe, knowing that Shen Lang has been locked in by God, roared: "boy, quickly hand over the storage ring and erase the mind. I will spare you, otherwise..."

"Ha ha, I'll see if you old man can do it!"

Before the old man in the black robe finished, the holy devil's eyes at the center of Shen Lang's eyebrows suddenly flashed with purple.

"Whew!"

Then, a sharp and piercing voice broke out, and the holy devil's eyes at the center of Shen Lang's eyebrows shot a straight and slender purple ray, which hit the old man's body at a speed that could not be captured by his divine sense.

The old man in black robe was shocked. He realized that Shen Lang was a magic power. His right hand quickly drew a French seal in front of him. He shouted: "the eighth level of Celestial Art, the tiger seal of Xuantan!" As soon as the roar fell, the French seal in front of the old man in the black robe splashed out a burst of gold. Suddenly, a huge golden tiger magic spirit flew out, and it hit the intense purple ray.