Chapter 1401: Get out of here

After exiting the lake, the ancestor Heipao flew away in a panic, never daring to stay in this place again.
He was completely frightened by the golden horned flood dragon that he had just ran into, and he never dreamed that there was such a terrifying monster in the Stigmata Canyon.
The ancestor of the black robe didn't doubt the authenticity of the golden horned flood dragon at all, and the substantive soaring demon aura made him, a middle-age cultivator, frightened.
It didn't take long for him to fly, and a purple light flashed in front of him, and it was Venerable Kuangyan. Because he had overdrawn his spiritual power by urging the Liulizhan before, he didn't fly far at all.
Seeing that the black robe ancestor looked so flustered, as if something had happened, Venerable Kuangyan hurriedly asked: "Black robe fellow daoist, have you found the trace of the man and woman?"
"I didn't find the pair of men and women, but found a terrifying thing!" The ancestor of the black robe was undecided and swallowed.
"What is that?" Venerable Kuangyan asked.
The black robe ancestor immediately told him that he had hit the Golden Horned Flood Dragon at the bottom of the lake.
"What! Golden Horned Flood Dragon?" Venerable Kuangyan took a deep breath, showing an expression of disbelief. "Black-robed Daoist fellow, you are not talking and laughing. How can there be a top-level transformation monster like the Golden Horned Flood Dragon in the shattered space of Stigma Canyon?"
"The old man doesn't need to lie to you, it's definitely a golden horned dragon in that mountain and forest lake." Heipao ancestor said with a gloomy expression.
Venerable Kuangyan narrowed his eyes: "Impossible, there is absolutely no possibility that there will be a top-level demon cultivator in the Stigma Canyon, and 80% of them are the phantoms that Shen Lang has turned into!"
As soon as he said this, the ancestor of the black robe felt a little lonely in his heart, but he felt that it was impossible for him to admit his mistake. That kind of unparalleled horror is absolutely impossible to imitate.
"Brother Kuangyan, if you are suspicious, you might as well go and see for yourself. Don't blame me for not reminding you that the flood dragon is sleeping. If you wake him up, there will probably be no return." Heipao ancestor is not cold or cold. Tao.
"Ha ha."
Venerable Kuangyan ridiculed the ignorance of the black robe ancestor secretly. He didn't believe in this evil, and his face solemnly said: "The black robe Daoist must have admitted wrong. According to you, I think the lake is suspicious."
After speaking, Venerable Kuangyan took out a silver treasure mirror from the storage ring, and said: "This treasure is called the Vientiane Mirror, which can distinguish phantoms, phantom formations and illusory objects. Fellow Daoist in the black robe might as well come with me, absolutely Let the truth come to light."
"Brother Kuangyan, go by yourself, the old man will go elsewhere to search for the trace of the man and woman."
After speaking, the ancestor of the black robe flees away, thinking that you don't want to drag me down.
Two elders of Yuanying stage died in Ziyun Palace, and the ancestor of the black robe was actually a little gloat.
Ziyun Palace is the third largest sect in Nanlu. Now that two primordial cultivators have died, their strength has been greatly reduced in an instant. The ghost fairy gate, although the previous generation's supreme master Zhong had fallen without order, still ranked fifth.
After exiting Stigmata Canyon, Nanlu's ranking of power will definitely change, and Guixianmen will increase their strength and it is estimated that they will be on the same level as Ziyun Palace.
Venerable Kuangyan did not listen to persuasion, and let him fend for himself. The only thing Heipao Patriarch worries about is Shen Lang. If he doesn't get rid of this kid, he will feel uneasy.
"It's so timid as a mouse, and it also has the cultivation base of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul." Watching the black robe ancestor escape, Venerable Kuangyan looked contemptuous, and hummed: "Finally, let the deity walk by himself. "
The reason why he wanted to pull the black robe ancestor together was because he was worried that his strength would be insufficient after encountering Shen Lang. After all, he consumes too much himself, and his strength is probably less than half of his heyday.
However, Venerable Kuangyan pondered that even if it is difficult to fight with him, it is certainly not a problem to escape with his strength.
He only needs to find Shen Lang's trail, and then quickly notify Qing Yang and the others to come and surround this kid.
After making up his mind, Venerable Kuangyan flew towards the mountain lake.
After a while, he lowered his escape light and came to the lake.
The water of the lake was not the slightest strange, Venerable Kuangyan picked up the Vientiane Mirror, poured spiritual energy into it, and took a picture of the lake.
However, this is of no use.
There is no response from Vientiane.
Venerable Kuangyan frowned, probably because the lake was too deep and the distance was too far.
Taking a deep breath, Venerable Kuangyan also dived into the water and swam towards the bottom of the lake.
After a while, he finally dived deep into the bottom of the lake.
The scene before him made his scalp numb.
There really was a huge golden dragon lying wearily sleeping in the middle of the lake bottom, its golden scales shining brightly and glowing with cold light.
"Buzz!"
There was a thunderous snoring sound from the Golden Horned Flood Dragon, and the entire bottom of the lake was enveloped by a palpable atmosphere of terror.
The terrifying demon aura emanating from this tenth-tier monster was too obvious, and Venerable Mad Flame was shaking all over.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and gained courage. He clenched the Vientiane Mirror in his hand, poured spiritual power into the mirror, and took a shot at the golden dragon.
However, the Vientiane Mirror still did not respond.
The Vientiane Mirror can identify any phantom, phantom, phantom, and even the phantom array, and it will show its original appearance in front of the Vientiane Mirror. And the dragon at the bottom of the lake did not make the Vientiane Mirror react. This can only show one problem...
"This...this is a real Golden Horned Flood Dragon!" Venerable Kuangyan's eyes were splitting, and he was so scared that he dared not pant.
Feeling a trace of spiritual power fluctuations from the Vientiane Mirror, the huge body of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon twisted slightly, and the entire bottom of the lake made a strong roar.
"Damn!"
Venerable Kuangyan thought that this golden horned flood dragon was about to wake up from its deep sleep, and was so frightened that he turned his head and ran away, flying towards the lake like a mad dog.
After flying out of the water, Venerable Kuangyan, like a bird with a frightened bow, fled quickly towards the horizon.
In the middle of the lake bottom, Shen Lang couldn't hold on anymore, he turned into a mud and lifted his transformation on his own.
The huge golden horned dragon's breath converged and suddenly disappeared.
Shen Lang's whole body was almost collapsed, his consciousness was tranced, and his body was really reaching its limit. After transforming into a human form, the blood spread at the bottom of the lake.
"Shen Lang, how are you?" Su Ruoxue hurriedly picked up the man, her pretty face pale.
"Quick...get out of here... when they are scared away, get out of here quickly..."
Shen Lang almost used the last trace of his strength to say this, then fell directly into Su Ruoxue's arms and fainted.
He has a weak breath, and has never suffered such a serious injury. The five-color light is too destructive to the physical body.
"Shen, this girl will definitely not let you die! We all want to live." Su Ruoxue's eyes were red, and she bit her silver teeth and lifted Shen Lang on her back.
There were more than a dozen jade blue grasses at the bottom of the lake. Su Ruoxue picked them down at the fastest speed, and then flew out of the lake with Shen Lang on his back.
There was no breath of Yuan Ying-age monk around the lake, Su Ruoxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, determined a direction, and fled toward the northwest.