The two disciples of the gate have the cultivation level of the late stage of foundation building.

Shen Lang said without changing his expression: "Elder Wanming has something important to me and ask me to tell the palace master! Two senior brothers, please open the palace gate and let me in. There is indeed an urgent matter to tell the palace master.

"He made up a random reason, "Elder Wanming is an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in Ziyang Palace.

"This..." The two gatekeepers looked at me and I looked at you, and they were a little hesitant. One of the gatekeepers frowned and said, "Elder Wanming is not in the sect. How could he ask you to do something with a mere early stage of foundation building? How do we know whether what you said is true or false?" Shen Lang frowned and said, "It's important. I hope the two senior brothers don't doubt it. If the palace master is broken, we can't afford to take on it!" "Okay... OK.

"The two gatekeepers were startled and nodded immediately.

I thought that a disciple in the Foundation Establishment Stage would not have the courage to find such a reason to meet the Palace Master.

The palace master has been in a irritable and irritable mood recently. Last time, he accidentally killed a disciple in the palace because he could not control his irritability.

Everyone in Ziyang Palace was afraid of this.

The two disciples guarding the gate did not hesitate and immediately opened the palace gate.

Shen Lang strode into the hall and closed the door with his backhand.

The main hall of Ziyang Palace was empty. At this moment, Daoyang Zhenren was meditating and practicing in the bedroom on the side hall side of the hall. The door of the main hall was closed.

Shen Lang felt the breath of Daoyang Zhenren and walked into the side hall on the first floor of the hall. Soon after, he walked to the door of the side hall.

"I am practicing. If you don't have any big deal, get out!" The irritable and hoarse roar of Zhenren Daoyang came from the side hall.

Shen Lang smiled coldly, kicked the door of the side hall with a "boom".

In the bedroom of the side hall, Master Daoyang sat upright on a cushion and meditated. Seeing that the person coming was so rude, he was furious and roared: "You dare to trespass into the place of cultivation of the palace master, you are looking for death!" Shen Lang not only did not feel panic at all, but also laughed: "Daoyang old dog, you have not seen him for many years, you have become much decadent.

I guess my life is about to end, I have no hope of breaking through and I am becoming cynical?" The Taoyang Zhenren in front of me has become much older than eighty years ago, and her skin is covered with wrinkles.

Generally speaking, monks in the Nascent Soul stage aging is extremely slow, but when their life span is about to end, the aging rate will increase significantly.

Today, Daoyang Zhenren is over 980 years old, and is basically a monk who has half his foot in the coffin, so he looks so old.

However, Daoyang Zhenren pays attention to maintenance, and it should be no problem to live for another thirty years.

He was unwilling to die just like this, and with a glimmer of hope, he tried to break through the God Transformation Period in these thirty years.

In fact, he was just dreaming in the daytime. This old body had weakened its vitality to such a degree, and it was impossible to break through.

The Taoist Master Daoyang himself knew that the number of days had ended, but he was unwilling to give up, so he became so irritable.

"Boy, who are you?" Seeing someone kicking out of the door and saying this again, Daoyang Zhenren stood up from the cushion, and his turbid old eyes showed a trace of murderous intent. He had already seen that the person in front of him was not a disciple in the palace.

"Daoyang Old Dog, if you haven't seen me for more than 80 years, you won't know me anymore? Open your old eyes and see who I am.

"After saying that, Shen Lang removed the disguise technique and changed back to his original appearance.

Zhenren Daoyang opened his mouth wide and pointed at Shen Lang. His old face was full of astonishment. It took him a long time to roar: "Shen Lang, it's you!" There was a hint of surprise in the roar.

Shen Lang snatched the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella of the Prehistoric Spirit Treasure. In the past, he failed to chase Shen Lang and was still angry about this for a long time.

Unexpectedly, one day, this kid will come up to the door? "Little beast, hand over the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella!" Zhenren Daoyang didn't think much about it, and his whole body turned into a purple-gray whirlwind of flames and pounced towards Shen Lang.

He thought Shen Lang was as easy to pinch as he used to be! Seeing this scene, Shen Lang couldn't help but sneer and immediately sacrificed nine thunder lightning swords and activated the Jiuli Sword Formation.

"Swish swish swish swish!" The nine golden flying swords suddenly turned into eighty-one sword lights, spinning around Shen Lang at high speed, wrapping Shen Lang up like a golden lightning tornado.

Zhenren Daoyang was really confused. He naturally thought Shen Lang was a trash. He rushed straight towards the lightning tornado and immediately triggered the defense of the Jiuli Sword Formation.

"Boom!" The body covered in flames in Daoyang hit the Jiuli Sword Formation, making a violent explosion.

The violent golden thunder shook Daoyang Zhenren far away, and knocked down on the wall on the side of the hall with a "bang", and threw a dog to eat shit.

Fortunately, with Ziyang Fire protecting the body, Daoyang Zhenren just rushes all over his body and is not injured.

"No... this is impossible!" Zhenren Daoyang exclaimed, and immediately changed his face from the ground. He stared at Shen Lang with an incredible look, and then he discovered the other party's cultivation.

"You are actually in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!" Zhenren Daoyang wondered for a moment whether he had seen an hallucination.

It's only been more than eighty years. The original mid-stage cultivator of the elixir actually turned into a mid-stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul! "Yes, old guy, it seems that he's a surprise to you.

"Shen Lang laughed and then said coldly: "I won't say much nonsense."

Master Daoyang, I am here to find you today because I want to know the whereabouts of the Fire Spirit Seed.

If you tell me honestly, maybe I will be happy and I can still keep you a complete body.

"Daoyang Zhen was so angry that he laughed: "Very good! I didn't expect you to grow to this level."

But don’t be too arrogant in life. Do you think you can defeat me with your cultivation? Want to know the whereabouts of the Fire Spirit Seed? Go dreaming!" Shen Lang’s eyes were full of fierce lights: "Don’t you say it? Then I will use the soul searching technique to you later!" After that, Shen Lang urged the Jiuli Sword Formation with all his strength.

Eighty-one sword lights turned into a lightning storm, sweeping towards Daoyang Zhenren.

"Hiss!" Zhenren Daoyang had never seen a small sword formation that was so powerful that it was. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and his old face became extremely ferocious.

He seriously underestimated Shen Lang's strength. It was impossible for ordinary mid-stage cultivators to issue such a powerful attack. Even late-stage cultivators in Nascent Soul may not have such ability.

After all, Zhenren Daoyang is an old monster who has lived for almost a thousand years. He has a rich vision and experience. He knows that if he doesn't use the strongest attack, he probably won't be able to withstand Shen Lang's attack! He pushed out his palms with a ferocious expression, and a large amount of purple-gray flames surged from his palms, forming a huge flame storm in front of him.
Chapter completed!