"Been taught a lesson."

Shen Lang respectfully clasped his fists.

"If I hadn't died in my body and spirit, I would have wanted to accept a disciple like you.

Hahaha, maybe I don’t have this qualification.”

Bodhi Patriarch shook his head and said with a smile.

Shen Lang said awkwardly: "The Immortal Ancestor is joking. My younger generation is mediocre. I am not qualified to be a disciple of my ancestor."

"The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. One day, you will understand your uniqueness..." After Bodhi Patriarch said this meaningful words, his figure slowly disappeared, and finally turned into a silver-white hair, dropped into a futon on the stone platform, and turned into powder.

The faint residual soul of Master Bodhi finally disappeared.

Shen Lang's eyes were still mixed with a hint of doubt, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Sometimes, he also feels that he is different from others, but Shen Lang cannot express what the specific is different. Perhaps just like a chess piece mercilessly made Shen Lang feel that his existence is unreal.

The more he thought about these things, the more gloomy Shen Lang felt, so he was too lazy to think more.

After taking a deep breath, Shen Lang bowed to the stone platform in front of him, and then walked out of the hall.

Although he did not get fragments of heaven or three volumes of heavenly books during this trip to the Three Star Cave of the Shake Moon, Shen Lang gained a lot of extremely important information and clues, such as the origin of fragments of heaven, and the method to save the real immortal world.

In addition, the most important thing is the improved version of the Qiankun upside down formation of Master Bodhi.

For Shen Lang, he is not keen on saving the real world of true immortals. He just wants to take one step at a time and try to protect himself and those he values.

No matter when and where, only by having stronger cultivation and strength can Shen Lang feel at ease.

Shen Lang walked out of Fangcunshan Hall, and Yu Luosha's starry eyes lit up. He dragged his wounded body to meet him and asked, "Shen Lang, how about it, have you seen the Bodhi Patriarch?"

Shen Lang nodded slightly and said, "I have already paid homage to the Bodhi Immortal Ancestor and have benefited a lot."

The phantom of the Nine-Headed Lion King said in a deep voice: "Master, I wish to talk to you for so long, it is a blessing for you boy."

Shen Lang clasped his fists and thanked: "I also need to thank you for your introduction."

"You don't have to thank me for letting Master appear and prove that you are destined to be with Master.

The power of will left behind by this saint after his death can also play a role."

The phantom of the Nine-Headed Lion King sighed.

Yu Luosha smiled and clasped her fists and said, "Senior can actually play a greater role! You see, my Taoist partner is so destined to be with Bodhi Immortal Ancestor, so why not help me and kill the two Luotian immortals who covet three volumes of heavenly books for us."

Shen Lang was a little speechless. When did he become the Taoist partner of Jade Rakshasa?

However, this Jade Rakshasa is clever, and Shen Lang did not refute it. If the will power of Jiuling Yuansheng is really willing to help, he and Yu Rakshasa would have taken a big advantage.

The phantom of the Nine-Headed Lion King said: "You Rakshasa ghost girl are so beautiful. Even if I am willing, my will power can only move within the will barrier, and it will dissipate after leaving the barrier."

Speaking of this, Shen Lang and Yu Luosha looked disappointed, thinking that there was no good thing about the pie falling from the sky.

However, the next sentence of the Nine-Headed Lion King Phantom surprised the two of them.

"But... Although the power of the will of this saint cannot be left, it can be taken away.

Boy, I see that you seem to have a demon refining pot on you. You can sacrifice this treasure and put the power of the will of this saint into the demon refining pot."

"In addition to being able to accommodate soul bodies, the demon refining pot can also accommodate the power of will.

However, once this will power of this saint is summoned from the outside world, at most one action will disappear and disintegrate."

The phantom of the Nine-Headed Lion King said calmly.

Shen Lang was shocked: "This..."                                                           

The Nine-Headed Lion King's Phantom Shocked.

"No, no!"

Shen Lang's head was shaking like a rattle, and he said in a deep voice: "It's just that my senior is so kind, I don't know how to repay me?"

The phantom of the Nine-Headed Lion King snorted: "No need, I am dead, I have died, what else can I get back to?

Because you are destined to be with Junior Brother Wukong and are highly valued by Master, I will help you for free! Anyway, this willpower of this saint is meaningless to stay here. Instead of dying meaninglessly here, it is better to do a big fight."

"Thank you senior!"

Shen Lang gave a deep salute and bowed respectfully.

Yu Luosha also bent down and gave a big gift.

"Boy, the Void Confinement Method outside the Seiyue Sanxing Cave can't last long. You'd better cast the spell quickly and don't be too slow!"

The phantom of the Nine-Headed Lion King urged coldly.

"good!"

Shen Lang flipped his right hand and sacrificed a green jade pot covered with cracks, which appeared in his palm. It was the demon-refining pot.

After Si Ye died, Shen Lang took away his demon-refining pot and recognized his master with blood.

The original weapon spirit of the Demon Refining Pot, Beiming Panlong, was killed by the strange energy released by the Wuqiu Shenquan in Shen Lang's body. The Demon Refining Pot, which lost the weapon spirit, changed from the original black ink to the blue jade color. This is the true form of the Demon Refining Pot.

"Hmph, fortunately, this will power of this saint has existed for too long, and there is no more than one ten powers left. Otherwise, your broken demon-refining pot might not be able to take me away."

Seeing that the demon-refining pot that Shen Lang took out was damaged, the Nine-Headed Lion King phantom looked a little disgusted and urged: "I won't say much nonsense, you kid, hurry up and do it."

"yes!"

Shen Lang responded in a deep voice, and then injected chaotic spiritual power into the demon-refining pot in his palm.

With a dull "bang", the lid of the pot popped open, and a large green whirlwind surged out, turning into a blue storm, wrapping all the shadows of the Nine-Headed Lion King.

"Demon Refining Pot, collect it!"

Shen Lang's eyes were like lightning, and he activated the demon-refining pot in his hand to the extreme.

A large piece of blue storm surged out of the demon refining pot, rolling the phantom of the Nine-Headed Lion King into the demon refining pot.

Only with a "whoosh" sound was heard, the huge phantom of the Nine-Headed Lion King was taken into the demon refining pot, and the demon refining pot also changed from the original blue jade color to the golden yellow.

"Boy, I would like to remind you that my power of will has reached the point where the lamp has gone withered because of its age.

Once this will power is summoned from the outside world, it is probably only one blow, and it is the simplest blow. As for how much power it can exert, this saint cannot guarantee it."

"Anyway, remember that this saint's will power has only one blow. After using this blow, my will power will disappear and disintegrate.

Unless you are worried about your life, don’t easily call this will power of this saint.”

The phantom of the Nine-Headed Lion King reminded him.

"I know, my junior."
Chapter completed!