The other Nascent Soul cultivators also stopped attacking and immediately sacrificed magic weapons or released body-protecting spiritual light to resist the impact of the explosion.

After one blow, the area within a radius of several thousand meters was instantly desolate and messy.

Within ten thousand meters, it was covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, and the cold air was solemn.

There was even a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul from the Southern Land who was injured by the aftermath of the explosion.

Shen Lang's heart was shocked. The impact between the two pseudo-precious spiritual treasures was too terrifying.

Before the aftermath of the explosion disappeared, Shen Lang immediately released his spiritual sense to search for the storage ring and glazed cup of the Madman Venerable.

He was worried about Su Ruoxue just now, so he didn't get the treasure as soon as possible.

After the explosion, the storage ring and magic weapon glass cup of Venerable Madness were blown away.

Shen Lang has seen the power of the glass cup. It is definitely an amazing magic weapon. It only requires excessive spiritual power and even the essence of the natal life to be activated.

Even if it is not suitable for him to use, it is a good choice for Su Ruoxue or Tianquan Sect. He doesn't want the treasure he holds to fall into the hands of other monks.

Soon, Shen Lang discovered the glass cup buried in the land and was about to rush up to get the treasure.

Unexpectedly, the true man Qingyang suddenly rushed over from the explosion of the white light and took away the glass cup. The old face said with a ferocious expression: "Bits, my treasure from the southern land is not something you can get involved in! I will tear you, the man and woman, into pieces!" As he said this, Shen Lang was able to kill two Nascent Soul cultivators including the Madness Venerable, and the True Man Qingyang was still a little unbelievable.

As long as the state of the Nascent Soul cultivators do not have a very large difference in their realms, it is generally difficult to actually kill the opponent.

Even if the body is destroyed, the out-of-body Nascent Soul can explode and die together.

But the Blood Charm God Light is an anomaly. With Su Ruoxue's help, Shen Lang can truly kill the Nascent Soul cultivator. This ability is very terrifying.

True Man Qingyang also guessed that Su Ruoxue should have released the legendary blood charm light of the magical power, and he has listed this pair of men and women as the ones who must be killed.

Shen Lang's face turned pale. He was worried that the Qingyang Zhenren would attack him, so he had to hold Su Ruoxue and retreat, watching the old guy put the glass cup in his pocket.

Shen Lang is self-aware. Although his overall strength is better than that of ordinary middle-stage cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, there is still a big gap compared to late-stage cultivators like Qingyang Zhenren.

Suddenly.

"Swish!" A giant white claw of the forest with a demonic flame burned in the air slapped at the Qingyang Zhenren.

The Qingyang Zhenren quickly activated the Zhuyang Sword and blocked the attack.

"Qingyang Old Dog, your opponent is me!" The old demon Fengyue shouted loudly and rushed out of the aftermath of the explosion. His face was pale, his mouth was bleeding, and he looked very injured.

Just now, the old demon Qingyang and the old demon Fengyue urged their respective spiritual treasures to fight head-on, and it seemed that the old demon was at a disadvantage.

In terms of power, the Tianshuiling is slightly weaker than the Luan Bird Seal.

In addition, the pure Yang spiritual power released by the Qingyang Zhenren must restrain the demonic spiritual power of the Fengyue Old Demon. It is reasonable that the old Demon suffers a loss when he faces head-on.

"I'm so lucky. I have to see how long you can last!" Qingyang Zhenren shouted loudly and activated the Zhuoyang Sword to launch a fierce attack on the Fengyue Old Demon.

"Bang bang bang!" The two of them started a new round of fighting, as fast as lightning, and explosions came one after another.

Shen Lang was not idle, so he had to forget about not getting the glazed glass cup. He found the storage ring of the Madness Venerable and immediately put it in his purse.

The Madman Venerable is the Lord of Ziyun Palace. He must be worth a lot of money, so this can be considered a way to make up for the loss.

"Xiao Rou, take Xueer to a safe place first.

"Shen Lang sent a message.

“Yes, young master.

"Xiao Rou flew out from the storage ring on his waist, picked up Su Ruoxue, quickly left the battle group, and hid in a safe area.

Only then did Shen Lang feel a little relieved and instead helped the two Supreme Elders of Hehuan Sect to deal with the two early-stage old men of the Nascent Soul stage in the southern land.

The Lei Ze light sword was activated again, and Shen Lang set out a sword formation and strangled towards the two old men in the southern land.

Perhaps it was because of the reason why the Madman Venerable and the old man in the green robe were shot dead by Shen Lang. The two old men from the South Land were already afraid of Shen Lang and their fighting spirit gradually faded.

In particular, there was one person who was injured by the aftermath of the explosion just now, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

Three to two, and Shen Lang participated in the battle, he quickly beat the opponent.

"Puchi!" In less than ten seconds, the injured old man from the southern land was penetrated by more than a dozen golden lights, and his body collapsed. The Nascent Soul Little Man flew out of the sky spirit hood, his face showed horror, and he fled in a hurry to the distance.

After leaving the body, the Nascent Soul escaped too fast, and Shen Lang was too lazy to chase him and continued to deal with the last person.

Three against one, without any suspense. In a few breaths, the remaining old man from the southern continent was also killed by the Jiuli Sword Formation.

The old man's Nascent Soul also fled and left. The two Supreme Elders of Hehuan Sect breathed a sigh of relief. When they looked at Shen Lang again, they showed deep gratitude and awe.

The two thanked and said, "Thanks to Fellow Daoist Shen to save him.

"Shen Lang waved his hand: "No need to thank me, go and help your sect leader.

"The two Supreme Elders of Hehuan Sect immediately rushed forward and began to help the old demon Fengyue deal with Qingyang Zhenren together.

Qingyang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He never dreamed that he would become a commander so soon.

All the people on his side were dead, and the two surviving Nascent Souls who were out of their bodies also fled.

Just a mere Shen Lang turned the situation around, and Qingyang Zhenren had to admit that this kid was a huge disaster.

The original solemn expression of the old demon Fengyue made a 180-degree turn, revealing a bantering look.

"Qingyang Old Dog, I am lucky and have a kind of life to continue to be rampant!" The old demon Fengyue mocked him.

If this continues, the situation is a bit bad! The face of the real person Qingyang is extremely ferocious. Although he is strong, he can steadily suppress the old demon Fengyue.

But it may not be necessary to add two or three early stage monks in the Nascent Soul stage, especially Shen Lang.

The old demon Fengyue shouted to Shen Lang: "My friend Shen Lang, I will never thank you for your kindness.

This old Qingyang dog is a disaster, so I will ask you to deal with him together!" "Okay!" Shen Lang grinned, stretched out his hand, and the flame-lit Sun God Bow was taken out by him.

He knew that his hatred was too great, and Master Qingyang probably wanted to peel it off. Shen Lang dared not approach Master Qingyang to avoid being targeted and capsized in the gutter.

So the Sun God Bow was sacrificed and prepared to launch a long-range attack.

After the previous fierce battle, Shen Lang's spiritual power was less than half of it, and he could barely activate the Sun God Bow with all his strength.

The Sun God Bow is a prehistoric spiritual treasure with a low degree of imitation, so it is not named as a pseudo prehistoric spiritual treasure, but its power is definitely better than that of top ancient treasures.

Even a great monk in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage would not be easy to take the Sun God Bow head-on.

Shen Lang frantically poured spiritual power into the Sun God's Bow, and the fiery red arrows condensed on the bowstring, bursting out a dazzling fire, aiming at the back of the Qingyang Zhenren!
Chapter completed!