Shen Lang stood with his hands behind his back, a grim smile flashed across his face.

Five Nascent Soul cultivators led a large group of Dan-King Cultivators to fly into the air, and dozens of angry gazes focused on Shen Lang.

"It's you!" Someone in the crowd immediately exclaimed and recognized Shen Lang.

"You are that Shen Lang, boy. You dare to break into our Lion Mountain Alliance branch. You are very brave!" A silver-haired old man in the early stage of the Nascent Soul flashed a trace of his eyes, and he stared at Shen Lang with a bad expression.

Half a month ago, Donglin Palace launched a wanted order against Shen Lang. The branch of the Lion Mountain Alliance only received the news of a new wanted order a few days ago. This time the wanted order was a Nascent Soul-stage monk from Yunjian Continent, which was the wanted order personally issued by the leader Wang Wenshan.

Shen Lang's portraits were posted everywhere in Lion Mountain, and the other party's body shape and appearance were described, even including the magic weapons and martial arts used by Shen Lang.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to know me? It seems that I have become a well-known figure in the east continent! Haha, there are only you old people in this Lion Mountain Alliance branch?" Shen Lang shrugged and said with a sneer.

As soon as these words came out, the group of monks from the east were furious.

I have seen an arrogant person, but I have never seen such an arrogant person! "A bold thief dares to speak wildly until he dies!" "A lowly Yunjian man dares to act wildly in my branch of Lion Mountain, and he will not die!" Several monks from the East Lin Yuanying stage cursed angrily.

The old man in the lead was even more furious and shouted: "Damn, just a trash in the early stage of the Nascent Soul dares to be so arrogant. Let me kill you first!" After roaring, the old man in the silver hair waved his sleeves, threw out a fiery red jade Ruyi, and frantically injected spiritual power into Yu Ruyi.

"Buzzing!" Yu Ruyi released a dazzling fire in the air and turned into a giant flame seven or eight hundred meters high. The giant seemed to condense the flames, with a hideous and distorted face. He held a giant axe burning with a raging fire in his hand, with a powerful aura.

This flame giant is Yu Ruyi's weapon spirit. In addition to the extremely hot fire, it also emits amazing spiritual pressure, comparable to the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul! "Flame giant, chop him up for me!" The silver-haired old man roared with a ferocious expression.

The flame giant seemed to hear the order, let out a low roar, raised the flame axe in his hand high, and rushed towards Shen Lang frantically.

"As long as this kind of garbage weapon spirit, I'm embarrassed to show it out?" Shen Lang showed a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth, and immediately used the Nine Transformations of Blood Spirit.

The golden ape pattern on the chest surged, and Shen Lang instantly transformed into a giant ape of Qianshan, a thousand meters high.

"Roar!" The golden-haired giant ape opened its wide mouth and fangs and let out a huge roar that shook the sky.

Shocked all the monks in Donglin were shocked.

But a scene that shocked them even more appeared.

The giant ape stretched out one hand, and a small ice crystal hill was spinning at high speed in his palm, and the forced cold air dispersed like smoke.

"Bingpo Mountain, appear!" With a low shout, the ice crystal hill in the heart of the giant ape's palm suddenly rose to a height of 1,000 meters, turning into a giant mountain condensed by ice.

The ice crystal giant mountain was raised above the head by the golden-haired giant ape. The white cold air spreads around like a blizzard. When the cold wind blows, the air around it condenses into ice.

"Ice... Bingpo Mountain? How could you have the three treasures I am facing east!" Seeing Shen Lang sacrificed the Bingpo Mountain, several Nascent Soul cultivators seemed to be struck by lightning, and they felt stormy in their hearts, and they couldn't help but exclaim.

Bingpo Mountain is famous, and almost all monks from the East Lin know about this ancient treasure of inheritance.

Isn’t this mountain the treasure of Liu Tianming, the three elders from the east? How could it appear in the hands of a Yunjian person? Bingpo Mountain has been completely refined by Shen Lang and has become spiritual.

Although it cannot be controlled as much as you wish, the giant ape does not seem so bulky when waving Bingpo Mountain, and the violent cold air on Bingpo Mountain will not hurt Shen Lang.

Amid the shocked gazes of the Donglin people, the giant ape picked up Bingpo Mountain with both arms and smashed it hard towards the flame giant rushing up! "Boom!" A dull explosion sounded like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

The huge flame giant was instantly distorted by the white cold air bursting from Bingpo Mountain.

"Crack!" The giant axe in the hands of the flame giant only persisted for a moment, and then shattered into several pieces under the impact of the ice crystal mountain, frozen by the bitter cold air.

The giant ape waving the Ice Po Mountain and hit the flame giant firmly.

"Ao!" The flame giant screamed in a shrill voice, and was almost unable to resist, and was killed by the giant mountain! The cold aura was like a wave, and the flame seemed extremely small. In an instant, it was extinguished by a large amount of cold light bursting from the Bingpo Mountain, making a "sniff" sound.

With just one blow, the flame giant was killed by Bingpo Mountain.

"Puff!" The silver-haired old man squirted a mouthful of blood, and the spirit of the weapon was destroyed, and the fiery red jade Ruyi had broken into pieces.

"No, my flame giant!" The silver-haired old man's eyes widened, and his natal treasure was destroyed. He could not accept this fact for a moment, and his heart was so painful that it was about to drip blood.

Since he exhausted all his wealth, refined the magic weapon of Yu Ruyi, and went through thousands of difficulties and dangers to detain the spirit of the flame giant, he almost went all out when fighting with the monks of the same level.

The old man with silver hair never imagined that a scent of the flame giant would die at the hands of an early-stage Nascent Soul monk.

Seeing Shen Lang killing the flame giant with one blow, a group of monks from the East Lin couldn't help but feel shocked, and their eyes were filled with horror. The golden-haired giant ape and Bingpo Mountain gave them a huge sense of oppression.

"Bingpo Mountain, smash him to death!" The giant ape was extremely violent, and the attack did not stop. He directly swung Bingpo Mountain and smashed it at the silver-haired old man.

The 1,000-meter-high Bingpo Mountain released dazzling white light, attacking the silver-haired old man like a meteor.

The old man with silver hair was so scared that he was so scared that his natal magic jade Ruyi was destroyed just now, causing his body to be backfired, and his spiritual power was blocked, so he was unable to dodge the Ice Soul Mountain that had locked him.

"Elder Gao, be careful!" The other four old men in the Nascent Soul stage were extremely frightened, so they naturally did not dare to sit and wait for death. They all sacrificed magic weapons to try to block the flying Bingpo Mountain for the silver-haired old man.

"Dongdongdongdongdong!" Several magic weapons hit Bingpo Mountain one after another, but the mountain suddenly released a dazzling white light, directly bounced away all magic weapons.

The ancient treasures sacrificed by two old men in the Nascent Soul Stage were immediately shattered! The four old men in the Nascent Soul Stage not only did not stop the attack of Bingpo Mountain, but were also destroyed by magic weapons, which was shocked.

The silver-haired old man was trembling all over, and his old face was already showing despair. He forcibly overdraw his natal essence and sacrificed a giant sword to try to resist the attack of Bingpo Mountain.

Unfortunately, this level of counterattack was still the mantis arm that hit the chariot, the giant sword bounced away by the mountain and was frozen, and the inspiration was greatly reduced.

"Boom!" With a slight roar, Bingpo Mountain hit the silver-haired old man.

The body of the silver-haired old man directly collapsed into slag and turned into ice chips.
Chapter completed!