Vol 3 Chapter 4103: Immaculate Light

I saw Shen Lang's soul body release bright and dazzling white light, which not only dissolves the dead energy that has penetrated into the soul body, but also disperses the dead energy in the surrounding pools!
"This is... Wushou Shenquan!"
Shen Lang sensed the brilliant white light released by the soul body, and realized that it was the energy released by the Wushen Shenquan.
In the past 100,000 years when Shen Lang was in a coma on the Great Sacred Peak of Huaguo Mountain, the body and soul swallowed and absorbed the Immaculate Spring.
The remnant soul of Taoist Wukong also told him that Wushu Shenquan, one of the nine fountains of Shennong, can resist the law of reincarnation to a certain extent. It may be that the rich lifelessness in this pool of water has awakened the power of Wushou Divine Spring!
When dealing with the Three Sages and the Night Sage, Shen Lang also felt the power of Wushou Shenquan to dispel death energy.
I experienced it again this time, and the feeling was slightly different.
Probably because of the huge increase in his own cultivation base and the environment here, the Immaculate Spiritual Spring hidden in Shen Lang's soul body was awakened at this moment! The wisps of white air surging in Shen Lang's divine soul seemed to be the source energy of Wushou Divine Spring!
He had never felt this energy in his body before, and the only explanation was that when the death energy invaded his soul body just now, it completely activated the power of Wushou Shenquan!
Today's self can even simply control the source energy of the Immaculate God Spring in the soul.
Shen Lang stretched out his right palm, and a cloud of white light energy surged in the palm of his palm. This was the original energy produced by Wugou Shenquan!
Moreover, this source of energy is immortal, a bit like a glass heart lamp, and the chaotic spiritual power in one's soul can even be transformed into the white light energy of Wushou Divine Spring.
With the original power of the Wushen Shenquan, Shen Lang's soul body continuously releases mysterious white light, forming a white light barrier on the surface of the soul body, which can easily shield the death air from spreading in the air, which is very convenient.
It is the white light released by the source of Wushou Shenquan's power, and this light is tentatively named "Wushou Shengguang".
With the blessing of the Immaculate Light, Shen Lang was invigorated and walked towards the front of the pool.
While feeling his own changes just now, Shen Lang had already used the Asura sacred pupil to observe the surroundings.
The space pressure here is extremely strong, even the Asura Sage pupil, his eyesight is blocked, and he can only look vaguely.
At the moment, Shen Lang is in a crevice of the mountain. Inside the crevice is the Blackwater Cold Pool. The walls on both sides of the mountain are extremely high. It is not easy to climb up with the pressure of space.
The only way is the Hantan exit directly ahead.
Now that the exit was near, Shen Lang didn't bother to be too close to seek further distance, and was ready to walk out of the cold pool to see the situation.
Although the unsullied holy light released from the body can shield all dead air and filthy auras, the weight of the Xuanming heavy water itself still brings a lot of pressure to Shen Lang.
There seemed to be some unnamed corpses in the lake, which were unusually old and did not resemble the creatures of this era.
The exit of Hantan seemed to be in front of him, and it took Shen Lang half a stick of incense to get out of Hantan.
"This……"
But the scene outside Hantan made Shen Lang dumbfounded and a little desperate inside. Looking at it, there is an endless black river outside the crevice of the mountain. The river is full of profound waters. The oncoming yin wind is cold into the bone marrow, and there are waves of terrifying roars in the distance. I don’t know it is. What kind of evil spirit came from
The sound is really creepy!
The skeletons of countless creatures floating in the river, the number is innumerable, these skeletons soared to the sky, and the surface of the white bones glowed with shiny black light.
Looking at the luster and aura on the surface of these skeletons, it seems that all of them were not weaker than Luo Tianshang! Roughly speaking, the bones in the river do not exist without monks of the uninhabited race, and most of the bones have extremely large skeletons, which seem to be powerful creatures from ancient times!
"How long has this place existed?"
Shen Lang was secretly speechless.
According to ancient books, it is said that before the Emperor’s time, the human race had not reproduced, and the true immortal world at that time was respected by the witch race and the monster race.
Seeing the skeletal appearance in the river water was weird, and there were no human monks, Shen Lang speculated that it was a trace left from the time of the Lich.
"Roar!!!"
Shen Lang suddenly returned to his senses with a deep and hoarse roar. A huge ghost-faced spider suddenly rushed to the surface of the river in the distance. It was ten thousand feet tall, and was burning with aquamarine ghost fire. The huge claws were shiny, and eight long hairy feet swayed quickly on the surface of the river. Marching, shape
Like a hideous face, extremely tyrannical!
This ghost-faced spider seems to be a demon wandering nearby. After discovering the breath of the living, it rushed like lightning, and arrived in front of Shen Lang almost in the blink of an eye.
"hiss!"
Shen Lang looked directly at the behemoth in front of him, and couldn't help taking a breath of cold air.
Sure enough, there are wandering evil spirits at the bottom of hell. The ghost-faced spider in front of you is completely different from ordinary evil spirits. It has a strange and powerful aura, and it is estimated to be powerful.
Involuntarily speaking, the ghost-faced spider wielded its sharp claws, and stabled like a sharp knife towards Shen Lang, who was as small as an ant, and teleported at a fast speed!
Shen Lang was too late to release his magical powers, so he could only sacrifice the Yama's giant sickle as fast as he could, and smashed his head with all his strength!
"Ding!!!"
A sharp and piercing sound came, and the giant sickle of Yan Luo brought the extremely black light and hit the cheeks of the ghost-faced spider, setting off a fierce wind, and a black water wave was set off around the river, which was quite dynamic.
Shen Lang felt a strong counter-shock force acting on his body, his figure was a little unstable, but he still resisted the blow of the ghost face spider anyway.
"Blood eyes tear the sky!"
After resisting the ghost face spider's blow, Shen Lang quickly counterattacked. The Shura holy pupil at the center of his eyebrows burst into a thick light, attacking the ghost face spider's body like a huge wave.
"Hiss!"
The ghost-faced spider body was instantly swallowed and submerged by blood light, and there was a painful whistling sound in the mouth, and the huge flesh was torn into multiple bloodstains, overflowing with a large amount of black poisonous blood, and the stench was unpleasant. The light released by the sacred pupil of Shura knocked the ghost-faced spider into the air. Shen Lang thought that the ghost-faced spider would be frightened back. Unexpectedly, this thing was not afraid of life and death. He actually rushed over again, spraying into the dark and sticky mouthparts. Spit out large aquamarine poisonous fire,
Swept towards Shen Lang.
"Tsk!"
Shen Lang smacked his lips, and the Asura sacred pupil at the center of his eyebrows continuously released bleeding light to resist the power of poisonous fire.
"Boom boom boom!"
The sound of a series of bursts is deafening and endless.
The power of the poisonous fire spit out by this ghost-faced spider was also amazing. The eyes that Shen Lang displayed could not suppress this poisonous fire for a while.
As everyone knows, the unknown threat came quietly.
The movement caused by the fierce fighting actually attracted the attention of the wandering ghosts around.
"Swish swish!"
A dozen large ghost-faced spiders sprang up around the Heishui River, and they quickly locked onto Shen Lang. Eight long hairy feet stepped on the water, and they deceived themselves in a few breaths and blocked Shen Lang. Strictly.
"It's over!"
Shen Lang's face was pale, with a look of despair.　　A ghost-faced spider is so difficult to deal with, now there are more than a dozen of them...this lineup is too exaggerated, and I can't handle so many ghost-faced spiders!