Godly Dragon Guard

During the long years, Shen Lang seemed to have a dream, a short dream...

I don't know how long it took, Shen Lang found himself standing among the tossing clouds, with everything living under his feet and the sky above his head.

"You are here again."

A deep voice came into Shen Lang's ears.

In front of him, a group of black aura appeared suddenly, transforming into a black-haired young man dressed in coarse linen clothes and a sheep skull mask.

The young man turned his back to him, his black hair was calm and automatic, and his body exuded a deep and extremely cold and terrifying aura.

"It's you...who are you?"

Shen Lang stared at the back of the black-haired young man wearing a sheep skull mask before him, gritted his teeth and asked.

He had seen this figure wearing a goat skull mask more than once, and Shen Lang seemed to feel that this person was inextricably linked to him.

In the final battle of the ancient spirit world, it was this figure who saved him and killed Zhang Daoling, who was incarnate from the fragments of the hexagram disk.

"I'm you, you're not me, I'm already dead. You are dead now." The black-haired young man had a cold tone and said something incomprehensible.

"What! I...I'm dead?"

Shen Lang understood the last sentence and couldn't help being shocked, subconsciously stretched out his hands.

I realized that my hands had become illusory, and my body seemed to disappear at any time.

"Although you are dead, you haven't completely died yet. Shennong's blood desires to cleanse the breath of reincarnation from your body, and touch the realm, so that I will appear in your soul consciousness. Fortunately for you, you are not lucky enough to be caught again. Reincarnation takes away."

The black-haired youth turned his back to Shen Lang, with a hint of contempt in his tone.

"I don't understand all of this, I just want to know, what is the relationship between you and me? Who are you?" Shen Lang asked puzzled.

"My existence has no meaning to you." The black-haired young man said indifferently.

This sentence seems to indicate that all explanations have no meaning to him.

Shen Lang was unwilling, and said one after another: "Since you don't want to say it, let me change the question. Why am I the Chosen One? Is this also destined? Will I eventually die like other Chosen One?"

"The truth in cultivation represents the true self in reincarnation. If you want to get out of reincarnation, you have to look for the true self. Boss, seeing you are so helpless, I will give you a reminder, but that's all."

As soon as the black-haired youth's voice fell, a cloud of red mist suddenly floated on his side, turning into a woman in a blood skirt.

The woman in the blood skirt had ice muscles and bones, a slender figure, a beautiful appearance, an indispensable object with exquisite features, and a sickly white plain with a red flower in her hands.

The woman in the blood skirt faced Shen Lang like a puppet, with a stiff and weird smile on her mouth!

"Sher?"

Shen Lang was taken aback, and then quickly calmed down: "No, it's not Cher!"

The woman in the blood skirt pinched the other shore flower and Su Ruoxue's appearance was seven to eight points similar, but the temperament was too weird and terrifying, completely different from Su Ruoxue's temperament.

Just when Shen Lang didn't know what the black-haired youth meant, the black-haired youth suddenly stretched out his rough right hand and twisted the neck of the woman in the blood skirt!

The head of the woman in the blood skirt was screwed off abruptly, and a large amount of blood was shot from the broken head.

At this moment, a scarlet rain of blood suddenly fell in the sky.

"Do not!!!"

Shen Lang's eyes were rounded, a strong tingling sensation suddenly came from his heart, and a hysterical roar from his mouth.

He flew forward and caught the fallen head of the woman in the blood skirt.

Shen Lang knelt down in the cloud, holding the head of the woman in the blood skirt with both hands, the blood-stained face still maintained a stiff and weird smile, and the wound at the severed head continued to gush out of blood.

The sly smile of the woman in the blood skirt made Shen Lang feel inexplicably sad, this feeling was beyond words.

Shen Lang's heart was filled with boundless violence, anger, killing intent, and hatred. He glared at the black-haired young man in front of him as he wanted to question why he did this.

The body of the black-robed youth instantly turned into a black mist, gradually dissipating.

"Sad sorrow, your life has no meaning to you."

After uttering this meaningful word, the black mist was completely dispersed, and no more blood rain fell in the sky.

The head of the woman in the blood skirt that Shen Lang was holding in both hands turned into the head of a rough puppet!

More than that, the body of the woman in the blood skirt turned into a puppet, and that puppet's body was rotten and festered, hideous and ugly.

"What is this..."

Shen Lang sat on the ground, at a loss.

In the dark, he felt that the black-robed young man was not deliberately fooling himself, but what did all this mean?

He does not understand!

Shen Lang only felt like a flag on a chessboard, helpless and sad.

...

During the long years, Meier sat quietly in front of the spring water, practicing and breathing. Accompanied by Shen Lang every day, morning and sunset, close to the horizon.

One hundred thousand years have passed, even if the world is not old, but the sea is dry and the stone is rotten, and the stars are moving.

During these 100,000 years, Meier watched the remnant body in the spring with her own eyes, and her spirit power was gradually restored. It took 50,000 years to repair Shen Lang's remnant body little by little.

As the remnant body slowly repaired, Shen Lang's body actually swallowed and absorbed the Immaculate Spirit Spring.

In the long time since then, Shen Lang's body continuously absorbed the Immaculate God Spring, and every time he absorbed part of the spring water, Shen Lang's remnant body would recover part of it.

Seeing Shen Lang's physical body really recovering little by little, Mei'er was ecstatic, practicing harder and exercising herself.

I hope that I can break through the realm of Heavenly Immortal before Shen Lang wakes up, so that men can look at him with admiration.

Meier's efforts were not in vain. With the unique cultivation conditions of the Great Sacred Peak, she successively broke through the late stage of the earth fairy, the peak of the earth fairy, and in the 50,000th year, she broke through her own bottleneck and reached the highest level of cultivation!

If you are outside, it will take at least ten times longer, or even dozens of times longer, to hit the realm of Heavenly Immortals! This is still the talent of the Colorful Divine Phoenix. When replaced by ordinary earthly cultivators, most of them cannot break through the realm of heavenly immortals in their entire lives.

After breaking through the Celestial Immortal cultivation base, Meier did not stop, still working hard to cultivate, and finally broke through the Celestial Immortal stage as she wished in the 90,000th year!

During this period, Shen Lang's physical body was constantly absorbing and devouring Wumu's body.

Finally, after one hundred thousand years, Shen Lang completely recovered to its former appearance, and the Wushou Divine Spring in the Great Sacred Peak was completely absorbed by him, and there was no drop left.

Shen Lang's spirit power has been fully restored as usual, and the vitality and vitality of his physical body have also recovered at a slow speed, and it is still difficult to wake up for a while.　　 Hundred thousand years have passed, Meier's face is as beautiful as yesterday, and her figure is thin. There is a pathological obsession in her eyes, and she is expecting Shen Lang to wake up almost every moment.