After the three of them flew for an incense stick, the holy demon eyes in Shen Lang's eyebrows suddenly noticed a large number of spiritual boats and warships coming from the horizon in the north, and the warships were filled with dense army of monks!

This is the army of monks from the surrender sect.

Shen Lang opened the Holy Demon Eye and glanced at it briefly. The number of enemies coming was 50 million! These were almost all the forces of the Dongsheng Shenzhou Sui Sect.

Although Shen Lang was not afraid of everything, he felt a strong sense of depression in his heart when facing such a terrifying army of monks!

Soon, the army of monks of the surrender sect gradually entered the distance of spiritual consciousness.

The dense warships and the dark army of monks on the warships made Xia Ling'er and Xia Shan'er's pretty faces slightly white.

The number of enemy troops has already made them feel frightened.

The 300,000 monks in Jiangyun Palace are probably not enough for the other party to get stuck in their teeth!

With the eyes of the Holy Demon Eye, Shen Lang saw even more heart-wrenching scenes.

I saw a golden warship led by the enemy. On the deck was a large golden dragon chair. On the big chair was a thin old man in a green robe. There were two beautiful cultivators on the left and right.

The old man is ugly, with nauseating green abscesses on his face, and a fishy smell all over his body, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

The ancestor Juechen and the Saint of Yao Yue were tied up by chains and tied to the deck of the warship. The ancestor Juechen was covered in blood, and his hands, feet and limbs were almost destroyed, which was a terrible sight.

Saint Yaoyue was in better condition, with messy hair, broken dress, and her delicate face was full of anger and humiliation.

The old man on the Golden Dragon Chair was very satisfied with all this, crossing his legs, as if he was admiring the humiliating posture of Saint Yaoyue, and his smile was very despicable.

"Green Robe Ancestor!!!"

The old man with the Holy Demon Eyes in Shen Lang's eyebrows wandered for a moment, changed color and shouted in vain.

"impossible!"

Shen Lang's eyes were wide open. The green-robed ancestor exploded and died 100,000 years ago. How could he appear here?

But the old man on the golden dragon chair was indeed exactly the same as the old ancestor of the green robe, and it was absolutely impossible for him to be pretending.

"This kind of half-baked pupil technique is also very intended to show off in front of me? Haha!"

The green robe ancestor noticed Shen Lang's pupil technique, and a green light suddenly shot out from the middle of his eyebrows.

"hiss!"

At this moment, a tingling sensation came from the Holy Demon Eyes between Shen Lang's eyebrows, and his brain fell into a brief dizzy.

A ball of glaze of glaze gushed out of his heart veins and rushed into his forehead. Shen Lang instantly regained his awakening, his face as if it were earthy.

"Oh no, it's really the old ancestor of green robe. This old guy is not dead!"

A strong sense of crisis arose in Shen Lang's heart. He hurriedly sent a message to Xia Ling'er and Xia Shan'er behind him: "Shan'er, Ling'er, the situation has changed. There is a very difficult guy in the enemy army. You can take Yunhaitu and leave here quickly!"

After saying that, Shen Lang took off the Yunhai Chart scroll behind him at the latest speed and handed it over to Xia Ling'er.

This was the first time Xia Ling'er saw that Shen Lang would look panicked. She immediately smelled the danger and said hurriedly: "Since that's the case, Qixing Mountain is no longer something we can save. It's meaningless for Brother Shen Lang to stay here. Why not leave with us!"

"Yes, senior brother, let's go together!" Xia Shan'er also interjected.

"No! I don't have time to explain so much. You guys leave first. If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!"

Shen Lang took out two top-grade fairy talismans with green light from the storage ring and handed them to Xia Ling'er and Xia Shan'er: "These two top-grade fairy talismans are called the Supreme God-State Talisman, and they can greatly increase their escape speed after being crushed. With the bonus of this fairy talisman, even the peak cultivator of the celestial immortal who is good at flying will find it difficult to catch up with you."

These two Supreme Divine Trail Talismans were the spoils that Shen Lang had obtained from the Qing Lion Demon Emperor and the Dapeng Demon Emperor, and at least came in handy.

"After I finish dealing with the matter here, I will catch up with you. You guys and leave!" Shen Lang urged again, looking extremely anxious.

Xia Ling'er had a premonition of the seriousness of the matter and nodded, "Brother Shen Lang is more careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Ling'er pulled Xia Shan'er and flew away from the scene quickly.

"Two beauties, since they are here, don't leave so soon!"

The old ancestor of the green robe on the golden dragon chair waved his sleeves and rolled up a green storm.

In the blink of an eye, the green storm turned into a wind dragon with its teeth and claws flying towards Xia Ling'er and Xia Shan'er's daughters like thunder and lightning. The speed was so fast that it was outrageous!

"Don't think of success! Mysterious Immortal Art, Jiuming True Fire!"

Shen Lang blocked Xia Ling'er and Xia Shan'er, who were escaping the scene as quickly as possible, and fled the chaotic spiritual power in his body crazily. A stream of fire surged up all over his body, turning into a golden fire dragon, rushing towards the green wind dragon.

"Boom!!!"

In the midst of lightning, the fire dragon collided with the wind dragon, bursting out a big explosion that shook the sky and the earth, and terrifying heat waves and storms raged around.

The monks in the front row of surrendered troops were all shaking around by the storm that rushed over, and there was a commotion.

Xia Shan'er, who had escaped from afar, found that the enemy leader was extremely powerful, with a pale face, and gritted her teeth and said, "Sister, can that monk be the immortal Luo Tian Shang..."

"Shan'er, don't guess randomly. We will stay here for a moment. It will be a burden for Brother Shen Lang. Go quickly!" Xia Ling'er gritted her silver teeth and urged.

Under Shen Lang's cover, the two women left the battlefield.

The explosion continued, and Shen Lang's robe was almost torn to pieces by the green storm. With Jiuming True Fire and Golden Jade Eyes, his body would not be injured, but his body would be surging blood.

Shen Lang finally realized the defiant combat power of Luo Tianshangxian!

The Green-robed Ancestor can cause such great destructive power with just one random blow, which is really terrifying!

The old ancestor of the green robe on the Golden Dragon Chair saw that his blow did not work, and a hint of haze appeared on his face. It seemed that he underestimated Shen Lang's strength.

This outside world is no better than the Huaguo Mountain in the past. Shen Lang can resist his own strength head-on, proving that this kid is indeed extraordinary.

But this is good. If Shen Lang died so easily, the Green-robed Ancestor would vent his anger.

Recalling the soul splitting that he had worked hard to refine, the hatred for Shen Lang in his heart instantly expanded to the extreme, and he wanted to torture Shen Lang, the turtle lamb!

The old ancestor Juechen who was tied up and bound on the deck shouted: "Fellow Daoist Shen Lang, go quickly! This ugly old thing is Luo Tian Shangxian, and cannot be defeated!!!"

"How dare you insult me ​​if you are just ant?"

The green-robed ancestor slowly stood up and stepped on the chest of Juechen, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. What he hated most in his life was that others talked about his appearance.
Chapter completed!