Chapter 3448: Retreat the army

Shen Lang's five thunder rectification method killed three hundred holy volcanic land immortal monks in one breath, but Yan Feng was still holding on with the Liangyi spectroscope.
The Liangyi Spectroscope is the most precious treasure of the Holy Volcano. This treasure has exceeded the level of a fairy, but it is a consecrated treasure!
Immortal treasures are divided into levels from weak to strong: consecration level, fusion spirit level, jilin spirit level, consecrated spirit level, tongxuan level, and heavenly path level.
Even the weakest enlightening-level fairy treasure is still extremely rare in the true immortal world today, and it is the magic weapon of the immortal world with real great magical powers.
In the tens of millions of years, there was an immortal monk in the holy volcano, and the ranking of holy volcano was much higher than it is now.
The spectroscope of the two instruments is the relic of the celestial monk. Unfortunately, this realm has been damaged to a certain extent. There are several cracks on the mirror surface, and the inspiration is greatly lost.
This realm originally had both offensive and defensive capabilities, but because the spirit in the mirror was destroyed, the offensive ability was lost, and only the defensive ability remained.
This broken Liangyi spectroscope can only exert one-third of its original defensive power, and it needs the blood of a monk to wake it up.
"Tsk!"
When Shen Lang saw that Yanfeng could withstand the power of the five thunders with only a magic weapon, he couldn't help but slapped his lips and was shocked in his heart.
Yan Feng was also very reluctant to resist. After all, it was a damaged consecration-level immortal treasure. After all, his defensive ability was limited. The Tai Chi pattern in front of him soon began to lighten and darken, seeing that it had reached its limit.
However, the energy of the five thunder-right magical powers played by Shen Lang is about to be exhausted, and if it continues like this, it is still impossible to kill the wind.
Just then.
"Brother Shen, Xian'er will help you!"
The daffodil pattern on the back of Shen Lang's hand lit up, Lan Xian'er broke out, her slender jade hand pushed forward, and her mouth uttered a soft voice: "The seventh step of the immortal technique, the mysterious realm of heaven!"
As soon as the voice fell, Lan Xianer's palm shot a brilliant white light, like a flood waterfall, hitting the scorching wind on the opposite side.
The Xuantian Profound Realm is a divine soul attack, which can directly surpass physical attacks. I saw that dazzling white light passed through the five thunders and penetrated the Taiji diagram in front of Yanfeng, directly hitting Yanfeng's body.
"what!!!"
Yan Feng was hit by the Xuantian Illusion Domain, and instantly had a splitting headache, his eyes rushed into blood, and there was a screaming sound in his mouth.
Lan Xian'er used Xuantian Illusion Domain in the early stage of the Earth Immortal, and he could kill the ordinary middle-stage Earth Immortal cultivator. Now that she has broken through the pinnacle of the Earth Immortal, the magical powers of the Xuantian Illusion Domain are enough to make monks in the same realm completely lose their mobility!
The scorching wind was unable to spur the Liangyi spectroscope, the Tai Chi pattern in front of him suddenly disappeared, and his body was finally swallowed by the five-color spiral thunder, and was bombarded into dust ashes!
The wind is dead.
After the thunder was suppressed, the holy volcano monks who had witnessed all this were so scared that they were completely confused.
"Heaven... Heavenly immortal powerhouse!"
Many holy volcano monks screamed in horror.
Being able to kill more than 300 elders of the Holy Volcano in one go, even the head of Yanfeng was not spared! Isn’t it possible that only Tianxian has such a terrifying ability?
"Holy volcano monk, this son does not want to bully the small with the big, you are limited to ten breaths, quickly get out of me! If you dare to stay in Bibotan, you will definitely die!"
Shen Lang shouted loudly, and the eardrums of a group of holy volcanic monks rumbling.
"Go!"
The holy volcano monks all showed panic on their faces and turned to flee. The army of millions of monks dispersed in no time, and collapsed without fighting.
Seeing the holy volcano monks fleeing like mad dogs, Shen Lang let out a sigh of relief, finally solving this trouble.
"Much... thank you senior for helping!"
A voice of gratitude came from the Bibotan defensive array, which seemed to be the elder Bibotan Dixian who had previously given orders.
The elder concealed his figure under the cold pool and witnessed the whole process of Shen Lang retreating from the enemy. He was naturally shocked in his heart, but he was also very wary of the opponent's purpose.
"Don't thank me. The main purpose of coming to Bibotan this time is to visit your prince." Shen Lang said with a calm expression.
"This... Seniors like seniors are visiting, and Bibotan is brilliant! Please let the juniors go in and report. I don't know Senior Gao's name?"
The elder in charge of the order asked cautiously.
"The big name Shen Lang! You tell your prince my name, he will naturally remember it." Shen Lang said through sound transmission.
"Okay! Please wait a while, senior."
After the elder who passed the order said, he sneaked into the depths of Bibotan and entered the Holy Dragon Palace.
In the Sacred Dragon Palace, in order to avoid distraction, the nine-headed king placed a layer of sound insulation, and removed all the elders, staying outside the hall, and restoring his body with peace of mind.　　 A group of Bibotan elders outside the temple heard the movement over Bibotan and knew that the holy volcanic monk army had been withdrawn, but they didn’t know the purpose of the celestial monk who helped them.
Watching the changes, I feel anxious.
The elder who was in charge of the sound transmission rushed to the Shenglong Palace, got rid of the group of Bibotan elders outside the hall, and hurriedly entered the Shenglong Palace hall.
"Report to the lord, something has happened!"
The elder who passed the order knelt down in front of the nine-headed king, looking excited.
"Huh, but the defense formation is about to be broken?"
The nine-headed king on the soft couch opened his eyes, his expression gloomy.
"No. Just now Bibotan came out of Bibotan who claimed to be an old friend of the Great King. This person killed all the elders of the holy volcano, including the head of the holy volcano, Yanfeng, and retreated the army of holy volcano monks!"
Elder Chuan Ling said with joy.
"What kind of celestial monk, at such a critical juncture, you still have a leisurely mood to joke with this king?"
The nine-headed king narrowed his eyes, showing a fierce light.
The elder Chuan Ling knelt on the ground in fright, and tried his best to explain: "How dare you lie to the king, what the subordinates said is true! The elders outside the temple also know what happened, and the monks of the Holy Volcano have indeed evacuated Bibotan! "
The face of the nine-headed king changed drastically, he immediately stood up from the couch and asked, "Quickly tell me what happened!"
"Yes!"
The elder Chuanling told the nine-headed king what he had just witnessed.
The Nine-headed King was shocked. When did he meet the Celestial Monk? How could a majesty of the dignified heavenly level come to visit his own scum...
"Have you ever asked that senior's name?" The Nine-headed King asked with all his doubts.
"That senior claimed to be Shen Lang, and said that you know him, Great King." Elder Chuan Ling quickly replied.
"Shen Lang? Where did you hear this name..." 　　 The nine-headed king frowned, feeling that the name was a bit familiar, he thought about it, and then he reacted fiercely and exclaimed, "Fucking! Shen! Isn’t Lang that kid in the ancient spirit world? When did this kid become a fairy
The monk! "
After the reaction, the nine-headed king was stunned, and he even doubted whether his memory was confused.
One hundred thousand years ago, he really helped the boy Shen Lang with the power of dividing his soul, and invited him to Bibotan for a drink.　　 This is only a mere 100,000 years, so Shen Lang can cultivate from the Mahayana stage to the realm of heavenly immortality?