"Ye Yatun, stay here to help me cast spells."

The ancestor of the Styx turned his eyes to Feiye.

"good."

Fei Ye understood it intently and nodded slightly.

Then, the ancestor of the Styx Cult rolled up a blood-colored light curtain, covering most of the sky.

Judging from this, the ancestor of the Styx seems to be reluctant to be seen in the casting process.

Shen Lang did not disturb the ancestor of the Styx, and his whole body turned into a golden escape light and came to the Abyss Spirit Holy Boat at the entrance of the mountains to meet with everyone.

Seeing Shen Lang return peacefully, Xiaorou and Murong Mingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Lang explained some matters to everyone and said: "Mr. Chen may stay in the Beiming Immortal Realm for a while. During this period, you might as well do some repairs here temporarily."

The monks on the Yuanling Holy Boat naturally had no objection. Many of them had not healed their injuries and did need to rest for a while.

"Please, fellow Taoists!"

The three banshees politely invited everyone into the Goddess Hall.

This time, with Shen Lang's leadership, Duan Lei, Jiu Poison God Lord and others did not refuse and followed the three banshees into the Goddess Palace.

The Goddess Palace was destroyed in the last battle. The entire hall was full of cracks. Before it could be fully repaired, it looked quite tragic.

The monks who followed Shen Lang had also seen big scenes and didn't care much about these things.

The Goddess Hall is much spacious than imagined, and there is even a main hall underground, with hundreds of different side halls alone, which can be regarded as a superior environment.

The monks' hearts that had been tense for these days also relaxed a little, and they stayed in the Goddess Palace to rest and recuperate.

The three banshees specially arranged the best practice room for Shen Lang.

Shen Lang, Xiaorou and Murong Mingyue were accompanying each other for a while.

"Sorry, Xiaorou, Mingyue, there are too many things to do during this period, and I can't accompany you well." Shen Lang said a little apologetically.

"Young Master, don't say that. You are troubled by affairs. Xiaorou is already satisfied with being able to talk to Xiaorou." Xiaorou's lips bent and she snuggled in Shen Lang's arms.

Murong Mingyue smiled and said, "Young Master, you are the chosen one. One day you will stand at the top of this world and enjoy endless years. At that time, it will not be too late for you to accompany Mingyue."

"Yes, yes, Xiaorou is willing to wait until that day."

Xiaorou blinked, feeling that what Murong Mingyue said made sense.

Shen Lang was a little amused and crying: "You are really so confident in me?"

"Of course! Mingyue's eyes look at people very accurately."

Murong Mingyue had frivolous eyes and covered her face and chuckled.

This sentence is not a compliment. Murong Mingyue had a strong premonition in her heart. Shen Lang could really become the most powerful cultivator in this world!

Whenever she thinks of this, she will always be secretly happy and feel an indescribable sense of pride in her heart, precisely because Shen Lang is her man.

Looking at Murong Mingyue's charming eyes as silk as silk, Xiaorou in her arms was also as gentle as water, Shen Lang felt a little nervous for a moment and couldn't control himself, so he simply indulged in.

Shen Lang took the initiative to hug the willow waists of the two women and kissed their snow-white and delicate skin.

Xiaorou and Murong Mingyue also had the same personality as they were just a little bit angry. They were not stingy in trying intimate things at all, and even couldn't wait to untie Shen Langkuanyi.

Soon, the underwear in the practice room was scattered, and the spring scenery was everywhere in the garden, and the lingering and sadness were all over the garden.

After a storm, Shen Lang reluctantly sent away the two girls Murong Mingyue and Xiaorou.

Bingxue, who was guarding the cultivation room, saw that the two women were unsteady walking, then glanced at Shen Lang with contemptuous eyes, and snorted coldly with his little mouth: "Beast!"

"Bingxue, do you have anything to say?"

Shen Lang turned his eyes to Bingxue and asked seriously.

"Hmph, there's nothing to say!"

Bingxue's pretty face was both a little cold and embarrassing, and she snorted: "I just want to remind the young master that when doing some intimate things in the future, it is best to hide it and not let people hear it so clearly from a distance."

The sound from the cultivation room just now was heard clearly by Bingxue outside the door, and it lasted for several hours. Bingxue was about to collapse, and she didn't know how she survived it.

Shen Lang is like an indefatigable beast. Murong Mingyue and Xiaorou, who seem to be a jass in the family, are also wild and unstoppable, subverting Bingxue's imagination.

After all, Bingxue is just an uninformed woman. Today, this incident caused a certain psychological shadow on her and broke her beautiful fantasy of love for men and women.

After hearing what Bingxue said, Shen Lang's expression was a little awkward. He almost forgot that the Goddess Palace was destroyed so badly that it was not soundproof.

"Ahem, sorry for Bingxue, I will pay attention next time!"

Shen Lang coughed and slipped into the cultivation room.

Bingxue rubbed her head helplessly. After a while, she recovered. She felt that the men in this world were indeed not good things.

...

Back at the training room, Shen Lang set up a ban on sound insulation and ignoring spiritual exploration.

After adjusting his emotions, Shen Lang took out a treasure box from the storage ring.

The moment I opened the treasure box, the dazzling nine-colored Buddha light overflowed from the treasure box, instantly filling the entire cultivation room, emitting indescribable energy fluctuations, solemn and holy, as clear as glass.

The object that released the Buddha's light in the room was a golden bead the size of an egg in the treasure box. This bead was the Buddha's relics left by the ancient Buddha Lanting.

Shen Lang took out the Buddha's relics and held them in his hand.

A heat surging all over his body, making Shen Lang feel a warm and peaceful feeling.

Under the bathing of the Buddha's light, Shen Lang felt that all the distractions, evil thoughts and desires in his heart had been eliminated, and he had reached a state of emptiness and brightness.

It was in this state of emptiness and brightness that Shen Lang felt a wonderful power of wish contained in the Buddha's relics. The golden dragon tattoo behind him broke out and turned into a phantom of the Dragon Subduing Venerable!

The figure of the Dragon-Surrendering Venerable who was stepping on the golden dragon crawled, and his body was kneeling and bowed, as if he was surrendering to the power of the Buddha's relics.

Feeling the strength of the vows in the Buddha's relics, Shen Lang felt that he could not swallow it directly. He had to use other means to guide the vows in the Buddha's relics, and then let the physical body absorb this vows.

Shen Lang tried to release his divine thoughts and soul power to penetrate into the Buddha's relics, wanting to try to absorb the Buddha's light and vow power in the Buddha's relics.

“Buzz!”

The Buddha's relics were indeed slightly touched and released a stronger nine-colored Buddha light.

But this reaction was not enough, so Shen Lang simply did not stop and tried to communicate with the Buddha's relics in a way that the soul left his body.

Shen Lang held his breath and concentrated his mind, and the golden light in his body surged, causing the soul to gradually escape from the physical body.
Chapter completed!