The Fire Dragon Tomb appeared, and the martial arts practitioners from various families and sects were all in full swing and were ready to start snatching treasures.

"Swish!" Suddenly, a golden light shot out from the fiery red pagoda in the air, flying rapidly towards a place in the northwest.

All the martial artists who saw this scene in Diancang Mountain rushed towards the southwest like a mad dog.

"Damn, why did only one treasure leak out this time? It's so shabby!" Murong Jun frowned and said.

Murong Feng was also a little disappointed. Unexpectedly, the Fire Dragon Tomb was opened this time and only a conspicuous treasure was shot out.

There is nothing to do, one thing is better than nothing.

Murong Feng's eyes darkened and he ordered: "Murrong's martial artists obey orders and go and grab the treasures! If you encounter an obstruction on the road, kill them!" The martial artists of the Murong's martial artists quickly walked towards the northwest.

The northwest is exactly where the martial arts practitioners gather in the Palace of Paradise.

The group of martial arts practitioners in the Transformation Realm of the Paradise of the Paradise showed an expression of ecstasy on their faces when they saw the treasures flying towards them.

"Swoosh!" After seeing the things flying in the air, a group of martial artists in the Jile Palace widened their eyes and were shocked! They were confused and saw a bird-shaped instrument, and their two wings emitted golden light.

"What is this?" "I don't know, it seems a bit like a flying pot..." The martial arts cultivators in the Jile Palace were stunned.

I thought it was a powerful treasure that was so stunning. It turned out to be a flying kite-shaped utensil.

No need to think about it, this kind of thing is too useless.

Only attack and defense-type holy weapons are the king. Some holy weapons with special forms may have other wonderful uses, but their value is much smaller.

"Huh? There seems to be someone under the flying kite.

"A Wu Xiu of the Palace of Paradise said, pointing to the air.

Everyone stared at and observed.

Sure enough, there was a figure of a Taoist under the golden flying kite.

The figure is not Shen Lang. The flying kite he was riding in was caught from the bedroom of the Fire Dragon Saint Lord.

The function is similar to that of gliders in the world, but this flying kite also has the blessing of a mysterious small magic array, which consumes spiritual rocks as energy, which can make the gliding speed reach a jaw-dropping level.

Although it still cannot fly, the gliding speed and distance of this golden flying kite are far greater than that of an ordinary glider. As long as the take-off distance is high enough, it can fly a long distance.

Shen Lang secretly felt fortunate that the Linggong Tower was indeed opened.

Just now when the Linggong Tower was opened, a wind eye suddenly appeared in front of the bedroom. Without thinking, Shen Lang jumped into Feng's eyes directly from pulling Fei Yuan and was ejected from the Linggong Tower.

Shen Lang was in a great mood while riding the golden flying kite. This trip to Diancangshan was worth it! Not only did he gain so much stuff, but he gained so much knowledge, his cultivation level was also too high, and he advanced to the peak of the advanced realm.

Shen Lang is confident that he can break through the virtual realm within a few months.

"Wow!" The martial arts cultivator in the Jile Palace below instantly exploded. He thought that the treasure fell, but he didn't expect that it was a person riding a flying kite.

Fei Yuan went from far to near, and a group of people from the Jile Palace Wu saw Shen Lang's face clearly.

"It's Shen Lang!" The people of the Pure Land showed a shocked expression. How could Shen Lang fly out of the Fire Dragon Tomb? No! Could it be that Shen Lang had left the fortune of shit and entered the Fire Dragon Tomb? This idea suddenly appeared in the minds of all the martial arts practitioners in the Pure Land Palace.

"Catch him!" Fan Hong, the elder in the late stage of the transformation realm of the Pure Land, shouted loudly.

A group of martial arts cultivators in the Palace of Paradise rushed towards Shen Lang.

Shen Lang smiled coldly and was coming just right! Jile Palace also had an old grudge with him, so he happened to deal with these guys.

There are nearly fifty martial artists in the Transformation Realm in this group of Pure Land Palace, and more than a dozen people in the late stage of Transformation Realm.

It seems difficult to deal with so many people at once, but Shen Lang is now armed with his treasures in his body and may not be inferior to all the martial artists in the Palace of Paradise.

The bald martial arts practitioner who was closest to Shen Lang in the mid-stage stage of the Transformation Realm of the Paradise Palace seemed to want to get the first skill, so he directly slashed in the air and stabbed Shen Lang on the Fei Jiao.

A trace of disdain appeared in Shen Lang's eyes, and he immediately removed the flying kite in the air and put it into the storage ring.

"Ding!" Shen Lang pulled out the meteor sword at his waist, and a blue-white sword light suddenly erupted, attacking the bald man like lightning.

"Boom!" Before the bald man could react, his body was hit by a sword light. The blood arrow shot out, and his chest and abdomen were blown into blood and blood.

"Ah!" The bald man let out a sharp scream, and fell down in response. After his body twitched a few times, he died.

With just one blow, he killed half of the life of a mid-stage martial artist. Shen Lang's methods really surprised the martial artists of the Jile Palace.

"Be careful, this little beast named Shen probably obtained a powerful treasure from the Fire Dragon Tomb! Let's capture him quickly!" Fan Hong shouted loudly.

"Yes!" Fan Hong's words made all the martial artists in the Pure Land Palace excited.

If Shen Lang is caught, the treasures on him will belong to the Pure Land Palace. Lu Rulong will definitely reward them greatly at that time.

Shen Lang had no intention of escaping and landed slowly on the ground.

A large group of martial artists in the Palace of Paradise rushed up and surrounded Shen Lang, fearing that he would run away.

"Shen Lang, you are very brave and dare to kill the martial arts cultivator of my Jile Palace!" Fan Hong roared angrily.

"So what if I kill it?" Shen Lang's face turned gloomy and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Now, he has the best holy weapon on his body, plus the blessing of his cultivation level at the peak of his transformation realm, and the best holy weapon can also exert 50% of his strength.

You don’t need to use a killing weapon like the mother and child dragon teeth dart to completely torture these martial artists in the Pure Land Palace.

"The surname of Shen, I advise you to surrender and tell us how you lead to the Fire Dragon Tomb?" Fan Hong threatened.

"Do you want to know the answer? Yes, you kneel down and kowtow for a few times, and I'll tell you.

"Shen Lang raised his lips, his face full of rebellious expressions.

"Bastard, I think you won't cry until you see the coffin!" Fan Hong shouted loudly, his face extremely gloomy.

The martial arts cultivators of the Palace of Paradise were about to step forward, but Fan Hong waved his sleeves and said disdainfully: "A mere yellow-haired boy, I can do it alone.

"After saying that, Fan Hong pulled out the long blue knife from his waist and decided to install a b to show his strength.

In fact, he just wanted to take more credit and convince the elders.

"Okay, just go there if you want to die.

"A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Shen Lang's mouth.

He just intended to suppress the aura of his peak realm. Since this old guy wanted to do something to die, Shen Lang didn't mind letting the other party understand clearly the consequences of the death! "Boy, you are just arrogant now.

This elder will let you know what the gap in strength is!" Fan Hong smiled contemptuously, held the long blue knife in his hand tightly, and slashed directly at Shen Lang.

The storage ring in Shen Lang's hand lit up, and the Duan Meng Knife was held in his hand, and it slashed towards Fan Hong as if the wind was howling.

Two swords collided.

"Boom!" A huge wave of air emanated from between Shen Lang and Fan Hong, deafening.

The storm even made the martial arts practitioners in the early stages of the Pure Land Transformation Palace around them unable to open their eyes.

With a crisp "clang" sound, the Break Dream Knife in Shen Lang's hand directly cut the long blue sword in Fan Hong's hand into two halves.
Chapter completed!