Shen Lang walked through the foot of the mountain for half an hour, and was about to approach the passage on the west side.

The entrance to the west is quite unique. It is a hollowed-out giant tree trunk. The passage is about three or four meters wide, like a circular gate. The interior is dark and the black air is rolling, quite gloomy and terrifying, and it is impossible to see the reality and reality.

Just as Shen Lang was about to enter the passage.

"Young Master, be careful, something seems to have flew out of the giant tree!" Xiaorou exclaimed.

Xiaorou's body is a six-tailed Heavenly Fox, and her awareness of certain auras is much stronger than that of Shen Lang.

"Swoosh swish swish swish.

"The next moment, I saw dense red shadows flying out of the trunk of the giant tree, covering the sky, with as many as five or six hundred.

Shen Lang's eyes shrank, and there were a group of bloody butterflies.

Each butterfly is about the size of a watermelon, and its blood-colored wings are covered with hideous and terrifying patterns. Every time it flaps its wings, layers of blood mist will appear on its blood-colored wings, which looks extremely strange.

"What is this?" Shen Lang felt a stern. Although these butterflies are not big, they always feel a little scary.

"Oh no, my son, this is the 'blood-crying demon butterfly' in the ancient demon world. There are too many, please avoid it quickly!" Xiaorou shouted in panic.

"What, something from the ancient demon world?" Shen Lang's face changed. How could a monster from the ancient demon world appear in the human world? Judging from Xiaorou's tone, this kind of demon butterfly should be very difficult.

Shen Lang was about to retreat, but the group of demon butterflies were too fast and swarmed in an instant, making it so fast that it was hard for the naked eye to catch it.

Moreover, these demon butterflies can cleverly avoid the light threads of the innate separation divine light floating in the air. At this speed, Shen Lang had no time to dodge and was surrounded by hundreds of demon butterflies.

Layers of blood mist floated over like a whirlwind.

"Young Master, be careful, the blood mist released by the crying blood demon butterfly is highly poisonous!" Xiaorou reminded her, her voice a little frightened.

Shen Lang immediately pinched the Chunyang Sword Technique, and a sword and shield condensed around him, covering himself and Su Ruoxue on his back.

As soon as the Green Light Sabre Shield touched the blood mist, it made a "squeezing" sound. The sword shield was corroded by the blood mist at an extremely fast speed and could not last for half a minute.

I never expected that this blood-colored butterfly would be so terrifying. Shen Lang's scalp was numb and he immediately opened his mouth and spewed out the sky blue divine sand.

The blue sand ball swelled in the storm and turned into a dense blue light rain, finally resisting the erosion of blood mist.

But Shen Lang keenly discovered that the sand balls of the sky blue divine sand would be contaminated bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit.

Shen Lang was shocked. Sky Blue Divine Sand is his most important defensive treasure. Once it is completely polluted, it will take a long time to refine the divine sand to restore his spirituality.

This blood mist is too domineering, no wonder it is called "Blood-crying Demon Butterfly".

Seeing that the sky blue divine sand was slightly polluted, Shen Langxin was bleeding.

He immediately fought back, pinched his fingers, and a large number of qi swords condensed around him, and attacked the demon butterflies in all directions.

An amazing scene appeared. When the Qi Sword was about to hit the magic butterfly group, the magic butterfly seemed to teleport, dodging and avoiding it easily, avoiding the Qi Sword's attack, which was extremely flexible.

The Pure Yang Sword Technique hit a hole.

Shen Lang's face was as bright as earth, and the speed of this magic butterfly was too fast.

In desperation, he sacrificed nine thunder sparrow swords.

Because of the previous battle with Qingyang Zhenren and others, the spiritual power in his body was almost consumed, and it took a lot of spiritual power to activate the Jiuli Sword Formation.

Shen Lang took out a jade bottle from the storage ring, swallowed a drop of jade dew and nectar, and instantly recovered 40% to 50% of his spiritual power.

The Blood-Crying Demon Butterfly has no other powerful attack power except for releasing highly toxic blood mist.

Of course, their teeth are very sharp. If they are broken through the defense by the demon butterfly group, their flesh and blood will probably be swallowed up.

Shen Lang activated the Jiuli Sword Formation, and eighty-one sword lights strangled towards a large number of demon butterflies like golden storms.

"Ding Ding Ding!" Countless sword lights hit the magic butterfly, sparks splashing, making a metal collision sound.

The blood-colored wings of the demon butterfly are attached with a thick layer of red scales, which is harder than ordinary ancient treasures. The sword light formed by the Jiuli Sword Formation does not cause much damage to the demon butterfly.

After a strangle, the demon butterfly group was only slightly affected, and about eight or nine demon butterfly bodies fell to the ground and were killed by the sword light.

Shen Lang's face looked extremely ugly. He could only kill less than ten demon butterflies with all his strength. If he wanted to kill so many demon butterflies, he still didn't know how to kill so many demon butterflies! The shield of the sky blue divine sand couldn't last long, and these demon butterflies would definitely break their defense first.

This monster in the ancient demon world is a little too terrifying.

After being attacked by the sword formation, the group of demon butterflies suddenly became cruel, and more blood mist gushed out from their blood-colored wings, accelerating the corrosion of the sky blue divine sand.

Just when Shen Lang was anxious, Xiaorou reminded him: "The blood-crying demon butterfly belongs to the demon category. You may as well try to sacrifice the fantasy dragon seal, it may be effective.

"Okay!" Shen Lang was a dead horse and sacrificed the fantasy dragon seal.

The jade seal emits a warm white glow, making people feel refreshed and peaceful.

Shen Lang tried to inject spiritual power into the fantasy dragon seal.

The change suddenly occurred, and the real dragon pattern carved on the surface of the white jade seal suddenly released a large amount of white light. The light was not dazzling, but it gave people a sense of holiness.

A phantom of a jade dragon with a body length of more than ten meters flew out of the fantasy dragon seal, with an amazing momentum.

The jade dragon rushed into the group of demon butterflies and swallowed several demon butterflies into their stomachs.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon's mouth opened and spewed out a gorgeous milky white glow.

The glow spread to all sides, and the blood mist around it was slowly dispersed.

The demon butterfly group seemed to be frightened and immediately retreated and fled outside the entrance of the passage, screaming at Shen Lang, as if indicating that this was their territory.

The jade dragon flew around Shen Lang, then flew into the fantasy dragon seal, and condensed into the previous dragon pattern.

But the fantasy dragon seal could only shock the demon butterfly group and was unable to kill the demon butterfly group. Shen Lang was half happy and half sad.

"Young Master, the fantasy dragon seal has been placed for too long. The sealed fantasy beast is a little weak and needs to be consumed to nourish the demons and ghosts to restore its strength. Its power is not enough to deal with the demon butterfly group.

” Xiaorou explained.

Shen Lang nodded. The level of the Crying Blood-Demon Butterfly was too high, and it was difficult for the Phantom Dragon to continue digesting after devouring a few of them.

However, after devouring a few magic butterflies, the aura of the fantasy dragon seal was a little stronger than before.

"Young Master, the Blood-Crying Demon Butterfly is a group monster with a strong sense of territory.

The magic dragon seal is not powerful enough and it is difficult to break through the siege. Let’s avoid the edge.

"Xiao Rou said immediately.

Shen Lang gritted his teeth, and that was the only way.

But in this way, the passage on the west side cannot enter.

There are a large number of innate clutch and divine lights in the passage to the south, which is equivalent to the elimination of two passages.

The monks in the southern continent should be walking on the east path. Shen Lang had no choice but to look for the north path to see if he could enter.

Meeting the magic butterfly just now can also give Shen Lang a major warning. This Soul Burial Mountain is even more terrifying than he imagined.

If the passage to the north is difficult to enter, Shen Lang plans to give up entering the Soul Burial Mountain and leave the Holy Scar Canyon.
Chapter completed!