The Qingyang Zhenren felt a thorn on his back. He looked back suddenly and was shocked and thought to himself that it was not good.

Shen Lang is indeed not a good-looking lamp!

"Qingyang Old Dog, where are you looking!" The old demon Fengyue sneered, waved the demon hunting gun and shot out a blood mist, sweeping towards the Qingyang Zhenren.

The other two Supreme Elders of Hehuan Sect also sacrificed magic weapons and launched a fierce attack.

The true man Qingyang was sweating on his forehead and was surrounded by everyone. He was forced to do nothing and could not dodge at all.

Shen Lang had already activated the Sun God's Bow to the extreme, and the fire emitted by the arrows on the bowstring was as strong as the sun.

"Bang!"

The fiery red arrows shot out like shells, turning into a phantom of a three-legged golden crow in the weather.

The red and golden fire burning on the body of the firebird was extremely dazzling. The violent heat wave swept around and the frozen land melted instantly.

After shooting this arrow, Shen Lang's face was slightly pale, and the arrow almost emptied all the spiritual power in his body.

The phantom of the firebird had locked on the Qingyang real person, slapped his golden wings, and swept away like thunder.

The old face of Qingyang Zhenren finally changed color. He quickly threw out a green jade Ruyi magic weapon, supported a blue light shield, and tried to resist the firebird's attack.

"Hmph, Qingyang Old Dog, you can't hide!" The old demon Fengyue smiled grimly and injected his spiritual power into the demon hunting gun in his hand.

The blood light of the Demon Hunting Gun surged, surrounded by layers of blood mist, emitting heart-wrenching spiritual pressure.

"Demon Hunting, go!"

With a loud shout, the old demon Fengyue threw out the blood-lit spear in his hand.

"call out!"

The extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the air was shaking. The spear turned into a blood-colored afterimage, and a blood mist floated, pointing directly at the chest of Qingyang Zhenren.

The other two Supreme Elders of Hehuan Sect also launched an attack. One person threw out a bone knife and the demonic flames shot everywhere. The other person flew out a lotus-shaped dart, rushing out a large number of purple arcs.

For a time, four Nascent Soul cultivators, including Shen Lang, attacked Qingyang Zhenren at the same time from different directions.

The Qingyang Zhenren had no choice but to grit his teeth and urge the green jade Ruyi to resist the attacks in four directions. The green light shield shines sharply.

Immediately afterwards.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion came, and colorful light soared into the sky, and the surrounding soil turned into powder, and a blade-like wind swept across the surroundings.

The green jade Ruyi activated by the real person of Qingyang is the top defense treasure. He barely defended most of the attacks with his cultivation level in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

The attacks of the old demon Fengyue and the two supreme elders of the Hehuan Sect were blocked by the green light shield, and the green light shield also cracked several cracks.

Only the arrow that Shen Lang shot was too powerful. It broke through the green light shield and shot the back of the Qingyang Zhenren.

"Click!"

After the firebird broke through the shield, he took the back of the Qingyang Zhenren.

The Qingyang Zhenren was covered in cold hair. He could sense that the power of this firebird was too terrifying and could really destroy his body!

At the critical moment, Qingyang Zhenren sprayed a mouthful of essence and blood in his mouth, forcibly overdrawing his spiritual power. With all his strength to activate Yu Ruyi's defense, he activated the Burning Yang Sword again and chopped towards the Firebird.

There was a "boom" explosion.

The attack of Qingyang Zhenren in desperation once again weakened the power of the Firebird, but it was not enough to defeat the Firebird.

The firebird weakened from the phantom to a fire-red arrow, shifted a little bit, and plunged into the right arm of the Qingyang Zhenren.

"Puff!"

The arrow penetrated Qingyang Zhenren's right arm, and the flesh and blood were charred.

The irritable fire spirit power quickly invaded the body, and the Qingyang Zhenren opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of burning blood.

"ah!!!"

The old face of Qingyang Zhenren was extremely twisted and screamed loudly. He saw his right arm after being shot in the arrow was charred, and flames were still rising in his flesh and blood, and it began to spread from the upward position of his wrist bone. The flesh, bones, and meridians were burned by the fire and turned into blue smoke bit by bit.

The arrow shot from the Sun God's Bow contains extremely terrifying fire spiritual power, and it is difficult to use spiritual power to suppress injuries. I am afraid that it will spread throughout the body in no time.

The eyes of Qingyang Zhenren were about to split, and he immediately took out a blood-red pill from the storage ring, which was as warm as blood jade, exuding a strong smell of blood and the fragrance of medicine.

"Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill!" Shen Lang's face changed and he recognized the blood-jade-colored pill.

The Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill is an extremely rare spiritual pill in the cultivation world. It is also the supreme existence among high-end healing pills. This pill has extremely strong physical repair ability, and can even produce bones and reshape meridians.

Even if it is a fatal injury, taking this pill has a small probability of pulling the monk back from the gate of hell. Taking this pill with a fatal injury will have an amazing effect, and it can recover all injuries within half an hour.

The Qingyang Zhenren quickly sent the blood-colored pill into his mouth, and the fire on his arm finally stopped and gradually disappeared. However, the bone meridians burned by the fire did not recover.

After all, healing pills are healing pills, and white bones and raw meat are limited to the affected area. The bones that are directly burned into flying ashes are basically no possibility of recovery.

Although Shen Lang's arrow did not kill Qingyang's body, he had already destroyed one of his arms!

"Beautiful job!" Feng Yue's old demon looked brilliant and praised.

The old man Qingyang's face was pale. He was not only as simple as a single arm, but now his body was full of fire poison and his combat power was lost.

If he continues to get entangled, he will be in danger of his life.

Four-for-one, no matter how you do, you can't win. Although Qingyang Zhenren feels humiliated, he cares more about his own life.

His old face turned red, and he sprayed out a large mouthful of essence and blood again. He was willing to spend his natal energy and used a unique blood escape technique.

The Qingyang Zhenren, shrouded in blood mist, turned into a meteor and fled far away from a low altitude. Although his speed did not reach the level of teleportation, it was as good as Shen Lang's use of the thunder escape technique.

"Oh no, don't let this old dog run away!" The old demon Fengyue shouted, raised the demon hunting gun, and flew towards the direction where the Qingyang Zhenren was escaping.

The other two cultivators of Hehuan Sect also threw out magic weapons frantically.

Shen Lang's spiritual power was exhausted and he had no ability to chase him.

The Qingyang Zhenren ran faster than the mad dog. The attacks issued by the old demon Fengyue and others failed. They watched the Qingyang Zhenren disappear into the horizon and cursed.

Xiaorou, hiding in the distant forest, came back with Su Ruoxue in her arms, handed the woman to Shen Lang's hand, and then turned into a white light and flew into the spirit beast bag around his waist.

The old demon Fengyue walked over quickly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, hugged Shen Lang, and said seriously: "Thank you, fellow Taoist Shen for helping me, remembering you."

The old demon Fengyue has always been arrogant and conceited. In addition to Zhang Daoling, he has never been so polite to other Nascent Soul cultivators. He recognized Shen Lang's amazing strength, and his eyes were indeed filled with gratitude.

"No need to thank me, I have a grudge with that old dog in Qingyang." Shen Lang shook his head and said.

Unfortunately, I was escaped by the Qingyang Zhenren. As expected, it was really difficult to kill a great monk in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

"Why is Fairy Su fainting? Isn't it serious?" The old demon Feng Yue glanced at Su Ruoxue, who was unconscious in Shen Lang's arms, and asked.

"It is caused by mental weakness." Shen Lang explained.

"This is Yunmeng Pill. If you hurt your soul, you can take this pill, which has good therapeutic effects." The old demon Fengyue was knowledgeable and threw a white pill as white as jade.
Chapter completed!