"Lord, don't worry, the ugly monster is not the opponent of the supreme old man, we don't have to worry about anything, just wait here, if the lord is bored, you can clean up a few of them." The little white pig looked at the cold moon lord and the others outside the spirit protection shield with bad intentions.

"Humph! You bold disciple dare to collude with the remnants of the demon clan to kill the human monks! Wait, when the crisis is lifted, you will definitely be on the wanted list of the Great Wilderness! Finding Ah Lang's ill-intentioned gaze, the Lord of Leng Yue let out a cold snort. Glancing at Nalan Yuntang not far away, the Leng Yue County Lord received a nod from Nalan Yuntang in response, and then patted his head and left the dream realm in the square in front of the palace.

Following the cold moon county lord, the cold moon county lord shadow guard fog brake, and twin sister Nalan Youyue took selfies and left the dream realm in the square in front of the palace. In the square in front of the outer hall of the spirit guard, there are only two people left, Jin Cicada Daoist and Nalan Yuntang.

"What do those two old hairs want to do? Why don't you leave? Ben Daxian had an ominous premonition, those two old miscellaneous hairs definitely didn't hold back their! With his nose buttoned, Ah Lang squinted his eyes slightly, sweeping back and forth on the two of Jin Cicada Dao and Nalan Yuntang.

"It doesn't matter if he holds back his or not, just go forward and give it a try, even the ugly eight monster city spirits can't crack the lord's spirit shield, and those two old miscellaneous hairs can compare to the ugly eight monster city spirits?" Seeing Ah Lang's slight hesitation, the little white pig egged on Ah Lang for a while.

"Okay, then give it a try. Keep up, this great immortal has to move this turtle shell, don't accidentally fall outside the turtle shell! Gently stroking the spiritual power shield in front of him, Ah Lang turned his head and told everyone behind him.

"Huh? Lord, where is your pretty little lady? Did you run away with someone else? Immediately after Ah Lang turned his head, the little white pig suddenly found that in addition to the oncoming Ergou Daoist, the originally lively and crowded space inside the hood behind him was now empty, and even the frost Ningwei in his heart had disappeared.

There was a crisp sound, and the little white pig was slapped by Ah Lang again, "Silly pig, talk nonsense about roasting your pork leg again!" ”

"Idiot, just keep spraying feces, that Frost Ning Wei is a god realm monk, once she gets out of the predicament, you will definitely feel better!" Seeing the little white pig being beaten, the little centipede with a gloating face.

"Senior brother, Nianlang wants to go out and have a look, I don't know how my mother is now." Chu Nianlang looked at Ah Lang with a worried face.

"Get out? Well, let's all get out of here! Seeing that Chu Nianlang was extremely worried, Ah Lang agreed to Chu Nianlang's proposal.

"Wait, Lord Xiaoyan, my subordinates don't recommend going out now, not to mention that the outside is not necessarily safer than here, even if we go out, we won't be able to help anything, it will only increase the constraints on the young man and the supreme old man, it is better to wait here with peace of mind." This idiot is right, the Golden Cicada Dao and Nalan Yuntang can't threaten us for the time being, so let's try the details of the two of them first. The little centipede touched his chin, and raised his objections while staring at the Golden Cicada Dao and Nalan Yuntang in the distance.

"This..."Looking back and forth at Chu Nianlang and the dragon head little centipede, Ah Lang fell into an inexplicable entanglement.

There was a stabbing sound, and when Ah Lang was entangled, there was a piercing cracking sound in the sky overhead. Hearing the sound, everyone found that a crack appeared in the center of the full moon above their heads, and as the crack gradually expanded, a huge amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy poured in.

With the influx of heaven and earth aura, the dream in the square in front of the hall suddenly changed. When Ah Lang and the others looked up to observe the full moon crack above their heads, Nalan Yuntang, who had been quietly observing, suddenly rushed towards the full moon crack with a violent outburst.

Everyone was attracted by Nalan Yuntang's sudden outburst, and they all looked up at Nalan Yuntang, but they didn't expect the Golden Cicada Daoist to also burst out on the spot. Unlike Nalan Yuntang, who rushed towards the full moon in the air, the Golden Cicada Daoist burst out and rushed straight to Chu Nianlang in the spiritual power cover.

"Be careful!" Yuan Shashan, who was the first to discover the abnormality of the Golden Cicada Daoist, reminded everyone with an angry roar, but it was too late, according to the spiritual realm cultivation of the Golden Cicada Daoist, the turtle shell-shaped spiritual power cover was like a void. In an instant, the turtle shell-shaped spiritual power shield was broken by the finger of the Golden Cicada Daoist who came to deceive him. Seeing that the spiritual power shield was broken by a finger, Ah Lang moved to Chu Nianlang's side. Although he knew that he was not the opponent of the Golden Cicada Daoist, Ah Lang still did not hesitate to resist the attack for Chu Nianlang.

"Come on, old bug boy! Today, I will let you see the power of this great immortal!! With a sigh, Ah Lang wanted to cheer himself up, but he didn't expect to stop the Golden Cicada Daoist. After an instant, the Golden Cicada Daoist narrowed his eyes and stared at Ah Lang in front of him, with a suspicious look on his face.

"Spit ~" found that the Golden Cicada Daoist was stopped by his own throat, and Ah Lang spat at the Golden Cicada Daoist who was close at hand.

"Evil obstacles, looking for !! death" There is no doubt that the Golden Cicada Daoist was blown up in place by Ah Lang's insulting actions. Without hesitation, the Golden Cicada Daoist was full of anger and slashed at Ah Lang's neck with a palm.

With a snort, just as the Golden Cicada Daoist was about to cut off Ah Lang's neck, a glittering fishing line pierced the Golden Cicada Daoist's palm.

"Hiss~"