The monks just thought Shen Lang was so angry that they looked at him a little.

Seeing that Shen Lang was just a late-stage monk in the transformation of God, the monks did not pay much attention to it.

The cultivation level of the late stage of the God Transformation belongs to the ordinary category among the younger generation in the Nanyuan land.

In layman's terms, it's the standard.

Generally, the top powerful people in the Nanyuan will train their children or disciples to reach the peak of the God Transformation level, and deliberately do not break through the Void Refining Period, in order to make them wait for the Goddess tomb to be opened once a thousand years.

Therefore, the peak monks of the God Transformation are the targets of attention of the monks.

There will be no hidden dangers for a human monk at the peak of God Transformation to deliberately fail to break through the Void Refining Period. Moreover, if conditions permit, not only will it be without any harm, but it can also make yourself live longer.

After all, once a human monk enters the Void Refining Period, his life span is basically fixed, and 6,000 years is the limit.

Therefore, if a human monk at the peak of the God Transformation Transformation fails to break through, it means that he can live longer.

Of course, cultivators in the God Transformation Stage have life spans. If their body does not break through the Vulvar before aging, they will have no chance of being Vulvar in this life.

Just as Shen Lang was about to close his eyes and rest, he suddenly heard a stream of empty and pleasant music coming from the distant horizon.

In the horizon to the north, a huge glass-colored treasure car was flying slowly towards the foot of the Goddess Peak Mountain.

The treasure car is like a gorgeous open-air loft, like a pile of glass-colored jade. It is inlaid with various crystal stones, pearls and jades. The front of the car is carved with dragons and phoenixes, which is ingenious.

In the treasure car, there were seven beautiful women wearing colorful skirts and gorgeous clothes, holding a zither, holding a hole flute, and a small drum in their waists, playing light and ethereal music.

A young man in a white robe and an evil-looking face sat on a jade chair directly above the treasure car, leisurely savoring the wine while enjoying the music. Two beautiful maids were waiting beside him to massage his back and shoulders.

As soon as the glazed treasure car appeared, there was a commotion at the foot of the Goddess Peak Mountain.

"The top-grade spiritual treasure of the prehistoric world, the glazed seven-treasure cart!" "That is the son of the Bei Leng Taoist, Leng Tianshuang!" "Tsk tsk, he is worthy of being the son of the Mahayana cultivator, the show is really great!" For a moment, there were a burst of discussions at the foot of the Goddess Peak Mountain, as if the evil man in the white robe on the glazed colored treasure cart was an amazing figure.

"The son of Taoist Bei Leng?" Shen Lang opened his eyes when he heard the discussion around him.

Taoist Bei Leng is one of the seven Mahayana monks in Nanyuan, and his strength ranks fifth.

Shen Lang glanced at the evil man on the glazed treasure car. This monk named Leng Tianshuang had the peak cultivation level of the God Transformation, and the aura emitted by his body was obviously stronger than most monks present.

Both of them are cultivators in the God Transformation Stage, and their strengths can vary greatly.

For example, a late-stage monk with an unknown name and no good inheritance in the inheritance of the gods, and a late-stage monk with a top-level mental magic and supernatural power can be very different.

For example, Shen Lang, it is absolutely no problem to fight ten in the same realm.

Although Shen Lang has great confidence, those powerful descendants and disciples should not be underestimated.

Shen Lang silently recorded the appearance of this monk named Leng Tianshuang.

Leng Tianshuang's style was very high-profile. She directly parked the Liuli Qibao Car at the foot of the Goddess Peak Mountain, continuing to taste the wine and enjoy the maids' performances.

This scene attracted the envious eyes of many young monks at the foot of the mountain.

The number of monks in the Nanyuan Land is too small, and the female cultivators are even more comparable to giant pandas, which is pitifully few.

Leng Tianshuang has so many maids to accompany her, and I guess life is quite comfortable.

"Mr. Leng, your appearance is very big!" A young man in a red robe flew forward with a folding fan and smiled at Leng Tianshuang.

The young man in red robe looked quite arrogant, as if he was familiar with Leng Tianshuang.

This person is the son of Long Zhan, a Mahayana monk ranked sixth in Nanyuan, whose real name is Longquan.

"Tsk tsk, isn't this Mr. Long? It's been a long time no see!" Leng Tianshuang seemed to be incompatible with this Longquan, and said with a smile.

"Sure enough, Young Master Leng can enjoy it. Your maids are pretty good. Can you give up a few to Long? Long will naturally pay a satisfactory price.

"Longquan slapped the folding fan and laughed.

Leng Tianshuang smiled dryly and said, "Young Master Long, you still lack these maids? Haha, it's okay to ask Leng to give up a few maids. How about exchanging the treasures you found in the Goddess' Tomb?" Long Quan heard the sarcastic look in Leng Tianshuang's words and said, "Young Master Leng can say it directly, why bother joking like this! How can a maid compare to the treasures in the Goddess' Tomb?

” Just finished speaking.

Another extremely conspicuous black escape light flew in the sky to the north.

A young man with long hair in black robe and hair was walking on a painted black giant sword. A creepy black air swept across his body within a thousand meters, and flew quickly towards the foot of the Goddess Peak Mountain.

The aura emitted by the young man in black robe and the black giant sword under his feet was like a huge wave. Everyone at the foot of the mountain was breathless with huge evil aura! "It's Young Master Xieying!" "Young Master Xieying is here!" "Damn, that's the best spiritual treasure, the Demon Sword Saint Evil!" Seeing the young man in the sky flying over the giant sword, the monks at the foot of the Goddess Peak Mountain exploded and pointed at the flying black robe and talked about it.

This young man in black robe is named Xieying. He is well known in Nanyuan. He is known as the most powerful person in the younger generation of Nanyuan! He is also the son of the late-stage Mahayana powerhouse "Dragon Evil" who ranks first in Nanyuan.

It is rumored that Xie Ying is gifted and is the eighth-ranked "Demon Body" among the top 100 physiques. She broke through the God Transformation Stage before she was a hundred years old, and was already the peak of God Transformation Cultivation at the age of two hundred! This person is extremely powerful, and he is even able to fight against the early stage of Void Refining without any disadvantage! The demon sword of his feet is the best-quality spiritual treasure! Shen Lang could feel the strong evil aura emitted by the demon sword under the feet of the young man in black robe, and even made the Holy Yang battle aura in his body restless.

Shen Lang was secretly shocked. Nanyuan's son of the powerful old monster was indeed very different from the ordinary god-transforming cultivators in the ancient spiritual world. He could actually possess the best spiritual treasure! This is too rich and powerful.

You should know that things like the top-quality spiritual treasures are hard to come by, and even monks in the fusion stage will regard them as treasures.

Although the Demon Sword Saint Xie under the feet of the young man in black robe is a top-notch spiritual treasure, he still cannot reach the level of the Heavenly Spirit Treasure.

However, once you enter the tomb of the goddess, no monk can use magic weapons due to the power of the law. Even if you have the best spiritual treasures, you will not be able to exert your power.

"Evil Shadow! This guy is indeed here.

"Longquan's eyes shrank, and a deep fear arose in his heart.

Leng Tianshuang, who was standing beside him, shouted: "Young Master Xieying, do you want to have a drink?" Xieying, wearing a black robe, ignored Leng Tianshuang's call and flew to the foot of the mountain on one side, sat upright with a cold face.

The author has something to say: Sorry, it's too late to update today.

If the third chapter does not appear before twelve:30, just watch it tomorrow morning.
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