Vol 3 Chapter 4570: The Mongolian World and the Fierce Spirit

Shen Lang followed the coffin palace lantern and entered the golden space revealed by the stone slab of the ancient Buddha.
"Wow!"
Shen Lang only felt a flash of white light before his eyes.
The next moment, he actually came to a snowy ice field, surrounded by white snow, heavy snowfall in the sky, cold wind howling, and the wind and snow mixed with indescribable force of extreme cold.
A blizzard came, and Shen Lang's sight was severely blocked. The severe cold engulfed his whole body, his body seemed to be frozen, his body was extremely stiff and extremely uncomfortable.
"Here... is Mengjie?"
Shen Lang looked around the snow-capped mountains while curling up the Jiu Mei Real Fire, his face could not conceal the look of astonishment.
The Mengjie scene was completely different from what Shen Lang imagined, and it was unexpected that it was a frozen world!
The sky is grey and gray, and snow is constantly falling, and the snowflakes are flying like fluffy feathers. It is not so much a snowflake, it is not a cold crystallization of energy compressed to the extreme, it is extremely cold.
The physical body is as strong as Shen Lang, and they are somewhat unable to resist the extreme cold aura in the space, and the Jiu Mei True Fire hardly has much ability to expel cold.
Shen Lang burst out with dazzling golden light and faint light from all over his body, quickly condensing the Immortal Sacred Armor, with the defensive power of the Immortal Sacred Armor, barely able to withstand the extreme cold aura raging in the space.
It was this moment.
"Hoho Ho Ho!!!"
There were countless roars of fierce spirits in the sky, and the fierce roars made people palpitate and fearful!
Shen Lang suddenly felt that there were thousands of Dao Qi machines locked in the sky, and his scalp was numb.
In the next moment, a jaw-dropping scene soon appeared.
Thousands of fierce demons and spirits flew out of the snowy sky, such as bull-headed demons with double horns, yakshas with double wings on their backs, and six-winged dragons, evil-faced monsters. spirit……
These demons and spirits resented the sky, and they made ferocious roars. After feeling the breath of the strangers below, they opened their mouths and rushed towards Shen Lang on the snow.
"Tsk!"
Seeing these huge demons and spirits suddenly attacked, Shen Lang smacked his lips and his face became a little ugly. He could feel the powerful aura exuding from these fierce spirits, fearing that they were only strong but not weak!
How can there be so many evil spirits in this Mongolian world?
"Burning Moon Demon Light!"
Shen Lang had no time to think about it, so he had to grit his teeth, hold the sky with his palms, and try his best to shoot out the magic light of the burning moon.
Suddenly, Shen Lang's palm shot out a dark purple magic flame like a blazing sun, and the purple light burst out like a star and moon bursting, illuminating the entire sky in an instant!
Where the magic light passed, everything was rendered dark purple, and the terrifying energy fluctuations seemed to contain the power of extinction from the sky, heading towards the evil spirits descending from the sky.
"Boom boom boom!"
The burning moon magic light hit these fierce spirits, and burst out with a thunderous and earth-shaking roar.
"Hohoho!"
Countless fierce spirits uttered a violent screaming sound, apparently suffering heavy losses. Shen Lang's moon-burning magic light seemed to be surprisingly powerful, but only dozens of fierce spirits were defeated by the magic light.
Those fierce spirits with damaged figures became more brutal and violent, and rushed towards Shen Lang fiercely.
Shen Lang's attack attracted more demons and spirits over the snowy mountains, and more and more fierce spirits came to the area where Shen Lang was located. Within a few breaths, there were more fierce spirits above the snowy mountains. Four or five times!
The overwhelming demons and spirits were like locusts, surrounding Shen Lang.
"Damn it!"
Shen Lang's face was earth-colored, greatly stimulating the power of the magic seed in his body, and behind it emerged a three-headed and eight-armed shadow of the Asura Demon God, and the eight giant palms worked together to beat out the moon-burning magic light to resist flying from all directions. The evil spirit.
These fierce spirits were unwilling to show weakness, and when they saw it was difficult to get close, they opened their mouths to exhale various lightning storm flame beams and other magical powers, and attacked Shen Lang frantically.
There were so many fierce spirits that Shen Lang could hardly resist for a while, trying to sacrifice the Immortal Slaughter Sword, but was shocked to find that the Immortal Treasure in his body could not be called freely!
There seems to be a unique power of law shrouded in the Mongolian world, and Shen Lang is actually unable to sacrifice the immortal treasure!
In desperation, Shen Lang had to incarnate into the form of the Demon God of Shura, as if hitting the burning moon magic light and blasting towards the evil spirits around him.
"Boom boom boom!"
A loud roar like the sky and the earth erupted from the snowy mountain, but the huge movement attracted more ferocious spirits, which rushed towards Shen Lang.
The combat power of these fierce spirits is extremely exaggerated, and the combined power of several fierce spirits can be comparable to the great Luo Jinxian!
Facing countless besieged spirits, Shen Lang showed signs of being unable to hold on after fighting for a while.
He tried to pull back, but he couldn't get rid of these fierce spirits, which caused a terrible headache for a while.
The power of the Mengjie law imposes a huge restriction on the monks, and Shen Lang is unable to flee at all when he is here, so he has to bite the bullet and resist stubbornly.
"Damn it, could this be the interface of evil spirits raging in the Mongolian world?"
Shen Lang cursed secretly in his heart, but he really didn't understand why Mengjie was like this.
Just as he was about to be overwhelmed, a glazed light gleamed from the gray sky, and it was rushing towards Shen Lang on the snowy ground.
"It's the coffin palace lantern!"
The Asura sacred pupil between Shen Lang's eyebrows locked on the glazed light group, and his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a glimmer of hope.
In a blink of an eye, the glazed light cluster falling from the sky fell in front of Shen Lang, and it was the coffin palace lantern burning with glazed flames.
"Buzzing!"
The coffin palace lantern released the dazzling glazed holy light. After being irradiated by the holy light, those fierce spirits retreated, their emotions suddenly calmed down, and they stopped attacking Shen Lang.
Within a few breaths, all the fierce spirits besieging Shen Lang gave up their attacks and retreated.
Seeing the ferocious spirits on all sides retreating, Shen Lang let out a sigh of relief, and immediately bowed to the coffin palace lantern with the holy light shining in front of him: "I'm finally saved, thank you Buddha Burning Lantern for your help!"
If it weren't for the coffin palace lantern to appear in time, sooner or later he would have to die in this snow-capped mountain.
"Don't say thank you, I am a messenger of the Mongolian world, and I should protect you. The space of the Mongolian world is not stable, and I only spent some time looking for you. Fortunately, you are safe and sound."
The coffin palace lantern floating in the air makes a kind sound, which is the sound of the ancient Buddha burning the lantern.
Shen Lang couldn't help asking: "Dare to ask the burning lamp ancient Buddha, why are there so many fierce spirits in the Mongolian world?"
Burning Light Ancient Buddha said frankly: "Although I am an envoy to the Mongolian world, the memory left by this remnant soul will is incomplete, and I don't know what happened in the Mongolian world, but I can barely speculate about one or two."
"In the Hunyuan era, the purpose of the creation of the Mongolian World by the True Ancestor of the Firstless was not to build a ‘refuge’, but mostly for the purpose of destroying the invading enemy forces in the outer realm of the immortal realm."
"At the cost of his own life, the true ancestor of Wu Shi brought the enemy into the Mongolian world, and died with it, and burned the jade! These spirits wandering in the Mongolian world may be the dead souls of the battle in the Hunyuan era."