Chapter 2071: Evil Shadow and Demon Sword Saint Evil

The cultivators just felt that Shen Lang was faceless, so they looked at him a bit. Seeing that Shen Lang was just a cultivator in the later stage of transforming gods, the cultivators did not pay much attention.
This kind of cultivation in the later stage of the transformation of the gods belongs to the ordinary category among the younger generation in the land of Nanyuan. Generally speaking, it is standard.
Generally, the top great powers in Nanyuan will train their children or disciples to reach the level of the peak of transforming gods, and deliberately not to break through the virtual refining period, in order to make them wait for the tomb of the goddess to open once in a thousand years.
Therefore, the cultivators who were present at the peak of the transformation were the focus of the cultivators.
The human cultivators at the peak of the gods deliberately did not break through the Void Refining Period, and there would be no hidden dangers, and if conditions permit, not only would there be no harm, but they would also allow themselves to live longer.
After all, once a human monk enters the period of refining the void, his life is basically fixed, and 6000 is the limit.
Therefore, if the human cultivator at the peak of transforming gods does not break through, it means that he can live longer. Of course, there is a limit to the lifespan of the monks in the transformation stage. If the physical body does not break through the refining period before the physical body ages, then this life will have no relationship with the refining period.
Just as Shen Lang was about to close his eyes and rest his mind, he suddenly heard waves of ethereal and sweet music coming from the horizon.
On the northern horizon, a huge glazed treasure car was slowly flying towards the foot of Shennvfeng Mountain.
The treasure car is like a magnificent open-air attic, like a pile of glazed jade, inlaid with a variety of spars and jade, and the front of the car is carved with dragons and phoenixes, which is ingenious.
In the treasure car, there are seven beautiful women in colorful skirts and attire, embracing the Yaoqin, holding a flute, a snare drum and other musical instruments, and playing ethereal music.
A young man in a white robe with an evil face is sitting in a jade chair directly above the treasure car, enjoying the wine while enjoying the music, while waiting for two beautiful maids to beat his back. shoulder.
As soon as the glazed treasure car appeared, there was a commotion at the foot of Goddess Peak.
"The top-grade ancient Lingbao, the colored glaze Qibao car!"
"That's the son of the Daoist of Beilang, Leng Tianshuang!"
"Tsk tusk, you deserve to be the son of a Mahayana monk, the pomp is really great!"
For a while, there were waves of discussion at the foot of the Goddess Peak. It seemed that the evil man in the white robe on the glazed treasure car was a great figure.
"Son of the Daoist of Northern Cold?"
Hearing the surrounding discussion, Shen Lang opened his eyes. Dao Ren of Beileng is one of the seven Mahayana monks in Nanyuan, ranking fifth in strength.
Shen Lang glanced at the evil charm man on the glazed treasure car. This monk named Leng Tianshuang had the cultivation base of the peak of transformation, and the aura exuding from his body was obviously stronger than that of most monks present.
The same as the cultivator of the Transcendent God stage, the strength can vary greatly. For example, an unnamed cultivator who has no good inheritance, and a cultivator who has practiced top-notch mental and magical powers, the strength of the two can be very different.
Just like Shen Lang, it is absolutely not a problem to have one enemy ten in the same realm. Although Shen Lang has great self-confidence, those powerful heirs and disciples should not be underestimated.
Shen Lang silently wrote down the appearance of this monk named Leng Tianshuang.
Leng Tianshuang's style is very high-profile, and the Liuli Qibao car parked at the foot of Shennvfeng Mountain, continuing to enjoy the wine and the performance of the maids.
This scene attracted the envy of many young male monks at the foot of the mountain.
The number of monks in the land of Nanyuan is too small, and the female monks are even more pitiful than giant pandas. Leng Tianshuang can have so many maids to accompany her, presumably life is quite comfortable.
"Young Master Leng, your ostentation is so big!"
A young man in a red robe holding a folding fan flew forward and smiled at Leng Tianshuang.
The red-robed young man who was speaking had a rather arrogant expression, as if he was familiar with Leng Tianshuang. This person is the son of Long Zhan, the sixth Mahayana monk in Nanyuan, whose real name is Longquan.
"Tsk tusk, isn't this Long Shao? It's been a long time since I saw you!"
Leng Tianshuang didn't seem to deal with this Long Quan, and said with a smile without a smile.
"Sure enough, you will enjoy it when you are cold. These maids of yours look good, can you give a few to Long, and Long will naturally pay a satisfactory price." Long Quan slapped the folding fan and laughed.
Leng Tianshuang smiled dryly and said, "Dignified Young Master Long, will these maids still be missing? Haha, I want Leng to give up a few maids. How about using the treasures you found in the tomb of Goddess?"
Longquan heard the sarcasm in Leng Tianshuang's words, hehe said: "Leng Shao you don't want to be able to say it directly, why bother to make such a joke! How can such playthings as maids and the treasures of the gods and women's tomb be compared? ratio."
The voice just fell.
In the sky to the north, an extremely conspicuous black light flew again.
I saw a young man with black robe and long hair stepping on a jet-black giant sword, and a creepy black air hovered around his body for a kilometer, hurriedly flying towards the foot of Goddess Peak Mountain.
The breath radiating from this black-robed young man and the pitch-black giant sword under his feet was like a huge wave, and everyone at the foot of the mountain could not breathe!
"It's Young Master Evil Shadow!"
"Young Master Evil Shadow is here!"
"Damn it, that's the ultimate prehistoric spirit treasure, the demon sword holy evil!"
Seeing the young man in the black robe flying towards the sky with his feet on the giant sword, the monks at the foot of Shennvfeng Mountain exploded, pointing at the young man in black robe flying and the magic sword at his feet.
This black-robed young man is called Xie Ying, and everyone in the land of Nanyuan is known as the first strongest in the young generation of Nanyuan! He is also the son of the first-ranked Mahayana powerhouse in the land of Nanyuan, "Scary Heavenly Evil Monarch".
It is rumored that the evil shadow is talented and is the eighth-ranked "devil body" among the top 100 physiques. He broke through the transformation stage at less than a hundred years old, and was already a monk at the peak of transformation at the age of two hundred!
This person is extremely strong, and even the cultivator in the early stage of the battle is not let down by the wind!
The Demon Sword Saint Evil at his feet is a superb prehistoric spirit treasure! Shen Lang could feel the heavy evil aura emanating from the demon sword at the feet of the black-robed youth from far away, and even made the Sheng Yang's battle aura in his body restless.
Shen Lang was stunned secretly, the son of the powerful old monster in Nan Yuan was really different from the ordinary monks of the ancient spirit world, and he could even have the ultimate prehistoric spirit treasure! This is too wealthy.
You should know that the ultimate prehistoric spirit treasure can be met but not sought, even the monks in the conjoined stage will regard it as a treasure.
Although the Demon Sword Saint Xie at the feet of the black-robed youth was the ultimate and wild spirit treasure, it was still not up to the level of the heavenly spirit treasure.
However, once in the tomb of the goddess, affected by the power of the law, no monk can use magic treasures, even if he possesses the ultimate prehistoric spirit treasures, he can't exert his power.
"Evil Shadow! This guy really came."
Long Quan narrowed his eyes, and deep fear rose in his heart.
Leng Tianshuang on the side shouted, "Young Master Xie Ying, do you want to come and have a drink?"
The evil shadow in a black robe didn't respond to Leng Tianshuang's call, and flew to the foot of the mountain on one side, sitting with his eyes closed, his face cold.