I lived two hundred years

Chapter 39
Even Zong Li and Jiang Lianxue were shocked by the scene in front of them.

However, Jiang Lianxue had previous experience, which was much better than Zong Li, so she immediately reacted, and threw the Baiyu Guanyin, who was usually loved like a treasure, at the grimace without saying a word.

She didn't know if the White Jade Guanyin was useful, but the only one in her hands that was related to these strange events was this White Jade Guanyin.

"This white jade Guanyin is very precious, it would be a pity if it breaks like this."

A hand suddenly stretched out to catch the white jade Guanyin in the air, but it was Shen Lang.

I don't know how he acted, but in such a face-to-face situation, he walked around to the side of the dark-haired cutout.

Before the black inch head could react, Shen Lang had already punched him on the temple, deforming his grimace for a while.

That grimace was also amazing, and it had suffered Shen Lang's blow forcibly, a pair of big adult fist-like eyes widened, and two balls of green flames spewed out.

Shen Lang smiled slightly, shaking the white jade Guanyin in his hand.

A faint white light shone, and the emerald green flame disappeared instantly.

Without waiting for the grimace to react, Shen Lang flew up, kicking the black inch head away, and then quickly caught up with him, stepped on him, and restrained him.

The grimace twisted for a while, as if it wanted to break away from the dark, short-haired body and attack Shen Lang, but after twisting for a while, there was no other change, and it began to retract instead.

Shen Lang's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't move. He followed the grimace and got into the dark eyebrows and disappeared.

"How is this going?"

The first person to ask questions was none other than the dark and cropped one.

He should be the clearest about the changes in himself, but now he is the most confused one. How could he not be in a hurry?

After the grimace appeared just now, the black and inch-headed consciousness was still there, but he couldn't control his body at all.

The feeling was so bad that he didn't want to try it again.

Shen Lang didn't explain, but looked to the west.

A gust of wind swam away, carrying a icy chill, approaching him.

Squinting his eyes and thinking for a while, Shen Lang let go of his dark cropped hair and swayed to avoid the gust of wind.

There was a faint sigh in the gust of wind, which seemed to be very regrettable.

"interesting."

With a chuckle, Shen Lang retreated to Jiang Lianxue's side, stuffed the White Jade Guanyin into her hand, and said in a low voice, "Hold it, don't move it. I'll take care of it here."

"Shen Lang, what the hell..." Jiang Lianxue finally couldn't help asking the question in her heart.

Shen Lang shook his head and said, "You will know afterward. Now is not the time to talk."

"Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. You can chat slowly. We are not malicious."

A gust of wind blew, and she smiled coquettishly, and a figure in white was looming.

"I can't believe it if you say you have no malicious intentions when you come out like this." Shen Lang shook his head.

"The master has an order that you are not allowed to attack the evil cultivator. We are only here to make trouble."

As the figure in white spoke, it became clearer.

Shen Lang subconsciously looked at her face.

With a voice like that, he must look good too.

Unfortunately, the result disappointed Shen Lang.

It's not because the other party is ugly, but because she wears a fox mask on her face.

Shen Lang calmed down, turned cold, and said righteously: "Evil cultivators can be punished if everyone gets it, why do you want to help the tyrant? Are you also evil cultivators?"

"Don't worry about it so much. Be obedient and pretend that those evil cultivators don't exist. We will save trouble."

Accompanied by the sinister sound of measuring the earth, a figure in white clothes also appeared in the wind beside the black inch.

He looks like Fox Mask, but with a grimace mask on his face.

"No. These evil cultivators take it as their responsibility to harm the nature and justice. If you live one more day, countless people will be in danger. I can't just sit back and watch them do evil." Shen Lang's face was full of righteousness.

The grimace mask said dissatisfied: "I don't know how to praise. It seems that I can only let you lie down for a few days."

While speaking, a whirlwind of fear suddenly emerged from the right hand of the grimace mask, tearing the air and making ghost cries.

Amidst the wailing and howling, a long snow-white sword protruded from the center of the whirlwind, tightly held in the hand by the grimace mask.

The snow-white long sword appeared in the world, and the wind disappeared immediately, and endless light loomed around, peaceful and beautiful, making people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

"Bright Heart Slashing Ghost Sword! You are actually practicing this ancient cheat book. Wasn't it eliminated because of too many bugs?" Shen Lang looked at the ghost mask with strange eyes.

"Antique..."

The grimace mask said every word, and grimaces appeared on his body, full of murderous aura.

"What? Are you still not convinced?" Shen Lang said with a chuckle, "You seem to have studied the 'Ming Xin Slashing Ghost Sword' deeply. Then why do you still look like this ghost? This is clearly because of practice. .Even a veteran like you can’t avoid it, so how can a novice cultivate safely? This is the problem of the 'Ming Xin Slaying Ghost Sword' itself. This is why it was abandoned and became an antique."

Grimace mask's imposing manner stopped, and the voice suddenly lost the toughness just now.

"Is it really the reason of 'Bright Heart Slashing Ghost Sword' itself?"

"This is something recognized by the practice community."

Shen Lang nodded.

The ghost face mask was silent again.

"Even so, I won't allow you to call it an 'old antique'."

Suddenly, an extremely strong "qi" erupted from the grimace mask.

This qi was somewhat similar to the "qi" that Shen Lang sensed before, but it was more of a "ghost qi".

As a combination of "yin qi" and soul power, "ghost qi" already has a taste of evil cultivation.

Therefore, "ghost cultivators" are particularly prone to degenerate and become "evil cultivators".

This also gave them a bad reputation in the practice world, second only to evil cultivators.

However, "Ghost Cultivation" is an aboveboard practice system after all, and it is still fundamentally different from evil cultivation.

"Brother, it's dangerous for you to behave like this. With such a big temper, it's easy to degenerate into a cultivator."

"Stop talking nonsense, take my sword. Slay ghosts with a bright heart, and all ghosts will cry together."

A sword pierced through the air, and the ghost energy surged, turning into a torrent of evil ghosts. Countless ghosts struggled in it, and rushed around, as if they wanted to tear everything apart.

Shen Lang was the first to bear the brunt, but within a moment, his body was already covered with evil spirits, who kept pulling his body, as if he would be torn to pieces at any moment.

Of course, that's just what it seems.

As a zombie, Shen Lang's body was not something these evil spirits could shake.

The sword of the ghost face mask is a fatal crisis for most practitioners who don't pay attention to the cultivation of the physical body, but it has no meaning at all for Shen Lang's tyrannical existence of the physical body.

"To come and not to go is indecent."Look at my move, Black Blood Dragon Fist. "

Shen Lang received Grimace Mask's sword forcefully, and punched him backhand.

Black lines covered Shen Lang's right arm again.

However, this time, with Shen Lang's punch, those black lines suddenly came alive, hovered in the air for a while, turned into a black dragon, and slammed into the grimace mask.

(End of this chapter)