Chapter 1674: It really is you!

Several cultivators at the early Yuanying stage realized what was happening on the west side of the island. You look at me and I look at you, all showing incredible horror.
"Blood... Fellow Daoist Bloodwood, what are we going to do now?" an elder in the mid-primary stage stood up and asked.
"Idiot, what else can I do, continue to chase after this ancestor!"
The blood tree ancestor roared angrily, and then turned into a light, chasing after the disappearing breath of the golden big Peng, followed by a group of cultivators at the Yuan Ying stage.
The golden roc flew directly over the Heavenly Hell Island and reached the south of the island in about three minutes.
The number of monks guarding the south of the island is less than the monks guarding the west of the island, but there are more monks in the Yuan Ying period. There are six Yuanying monks in the south of the island, five of whom are from the early Yuanying stage, and there is one middle Yuanying monk.
After arriving at the south of the island, Shen Lang and Ouyang Changfeng couldn't help but slay them directly towards the group of monks in the south of the island.
This time, because of the large number of cultivators in the Nascent Soul Stage and a mid-term cultivator, the two spent a little more time. However, everyone was easily killed, and none of them survived.
As a result, the power of the Alliance monks around Hell Island was weakened by at least one third.
"Brother Shen really has a good plan! The other ten primordial cultivators were killed in a roundabout way. There is nothing to be afraid of leaving the blood tree ancestor group of cultivators." Ouyang Changfeng laughed loudly.
Shen Lang's pressure has also been eliminated. He was worried about Ouyang Changfeng's strength before, but now he has no such worries. Ouyang Changfeng's strength is not inferior to the great monks of Yuan Ying's later period.
In fact, Shen Lang didn't need to engage in such a roundabout tactic, even if he and Ouyang Changfeng were facing the cultivator team led by the blood tree ancestor, they might not fall into the trap.
"Brother Ouyang, there is only the last battle left, let's go all out. After we have killed all the waste of these alliances, we will rejoice!" Shen Lang grinned.
"Okay!" Ouyang Changfeng nodded, his heart was surging, he hadn't felt this kind of blood for a long time.
The two did not leave the south of the island, and simply waited here for the blood tree ancestor and other monks to chase.
Not long after, the blood tree ancestor led a large wave of monks to the south of the island in a rage.
I saw Shen Lang and Ouyang Changfeng standing on the void with their hands under their hands, and all the monks in the south of the island were also destroyed. A group of primordial cultivators behind the blood tree ancestor were shocked.
"Shen Lang! It really is you!"
The turbid eyes of the blood tree ancestor stared at Shen Lang, and shouted loudly.
"what!"
"He is Shen Lang?"
"The monk who snatched the Hunyuan pearl umbrella and muffled his voice for decades?"
This sentence immediately caused an uproar.
Originally, the attention of the cultivators was on Ouyang Changfeng. After all, Shen Lang had been silent for more than 80 years. Even though there was a lot of trouble at the beginning, the cultivators of Tianhai have now lost a lot of his impression of him.
The words of the blood tree ancestor made all the primordial cultivators pale in shock, and looked at Shen Lang with horror.
The incident that Shen Lang snatched the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella and provoke the Alliance monks to hunt down was a sensation.
But this was only a mere eighty years ago, and the small mid-level cultivating cultivator turned into a mid-primary infant cultivator! It's incredible.
"Yes, this son is Shen Lang." Shen Lang sneered.
The blood tree ancestor shined brightly and said with a violent look: "Little miscellaneous, you are so bold and dare to appear in Tianhai? Hunyuan pearl umbrella is a treasure that deserves you? Obediently hand over Hunyuan pearl umbrella. , Otherwise you will die without a corpse!"
"Hahaha!"
Shen Lang laughed loudly, and said coldly: "Old thing, your forehead was kicked by a donkey, right? Who owns the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella? It's not up to you, the trash of the alliance. Let me die. Old stuff, just come and try!"
After speaking, Shen Lang still hooked his finger towards the blood tree ancestor with a mocking look.
Seeing Shen Lang's confident appearance, the blood tree ancestor suddenly felt a little hairy.
Shen Lang didn't seem to be afraid of himself at all, which made the blood tree ancestor a little surprised, because Shen Lang once snatched the Penglai Mountain's first secret treasure Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, and then muffled his voice to search for traces.
Now that it appears again, Shen Lang's cultivation has reached the middle stage of Yuan Ying. The blood tree ancestor guessed that this kid might already be able to activate the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella!
Otherwise, the monks who just guarded the west of the island wouldn't be wiped out so quickly. The blood tree ancestor was afraid that Shen Lang used the Hunyuan pearl umbrella to kill the monks in the west of the island.
If it is a genuine prehistoric spirit treasure, it will definitely have the ability to go against the sky!
Not only the blood tree ancestor, the rest of the monks were also a little panicked. The monks who can cultivate to the Nascent Infant Stage level are all human beings, and the blood tree ancestors can guess it, and they can also guess it.
Upon seeing this, Ouyang Changfeng sneered haha: "The trash of the alliance, what? The moment my Shen Lang brother came out, you were scared? Old stuff, wasn't it still rampant before? Why is it now?"
The blood tree ancestor became angry and shouted: "Don't be deceived, fellow daoists! You also know what level of treasure is the prehistoric spirit treasure. You need at least a monk of the stage of transformation to use it. Probably spurred. These two thieves are just pretending!"
He was also planning to take a gamble. The Honghuang Lingbao was not so easy to spur, and Shen Lang might not be able to spur it.
The blood tree ancestor is worthy of being the leader of the Yuanhe Sea Territory Zhengmo Two Dao Alliance, and his words are still very important. Such a snarling really dispelled the fear in the hearts of most of the Yuan Ying period cultivators.
"All monks obey the order, kill the thief Shen Lang first, retake the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, and then capture Ouyang Changfeng! With one stone, the two saints will definitely reward me greatly!"
As soon as the roar fell, the blood tree ancestor Lao Mo stretched out his right palm. A large amount of magic energy suddenly surged in the heart of his rough and old palm, and a snake wand appeared in the magic energy.
The snake rod has a simple and gloomy appearance, with a jade snake head opening its big mouth, and finally spitting out a mist, exuding a breath of palpitations!
Shen Lang shrank his eyes, and he could tell at a glance that the snake rod should be a pseudo-precious spirit treasure.
Rumor has it that there has been a treasure in the Heavenly Devil Palace since ancient times, called the Demon Snake Rod, which should be the magic weapon in the hands of the blood tree ancestor.
"Brother Ouyang, my destiny can greatly suppress the power of evil. I will deal with this blood tree ancestor, and the others will hand it over to you to resist." Shen Lang immediately launched a voice transmission towards Ouyang Changfeng.
"Okay!" Ouyang Changfeng immediately responded.
He is the body of ghost cultivator. Before that, he was sensitively aware that Shen Lang's body was full of extremely pure Yang attributes, and it was extremely powerful, so powerful that he would feel heart palpitations even when he was close to Shen Lang.
"kill!"
The blood tree ancestor shouted violently and rushed towards Shen Lang first.
While Shen Lang was still in shape, Ouyang Changfeng held the ulna sword in his hand and rushed towards the group of primordial monks behind the blood tree ancestor.