Chapter 230 Nickname: God of Killing

The guest house has been tidied up a long time ago, so Master Shen will stay here for a few more days. Because of my second uncle's reckless behavior, you were not able to soak in Linchi for too long. I'm really sorry.

You can go and soak as much as you like during these days without any further interruptions.

I have solemnly told the clan members to stay at the front in the past few days, and they are absolutely not allowed to take a step toward the back.

Please feel free to stay, Master Shen, as this will give us the White Tiger Clan a chance to make up for our mistakes and show our friendship as landlords. "

Bai Batian spoke sincerely, his eyes full of expectation and sincerity.

"No need, Linchi is the holy land of cultivation within your clan. You must not disrupt your normal life order because of me, an outsider." Shen Lang waved his hands quickly, with a serious and determined expression, and a sincere and determined tone. The ground refused.

Shen Lang refused very simply and neatly, without any hesitation or sloppiness.

He was still thinking about finding a secluded place where no one would disturb him, where he could calm down and study the mysterious spiritual plant.

He would not choose to stay in the place where the White Tiger tribe lives.

Living under the eyes of others, he had to be vigilant at all times, and he had to be wary of those monsters in the clan who came to trouble him in the name of doing good for the White Tiger clan, but with ulterior motives.

Bai Batian still refused to give up, and wanted to persuade him again, trying to change Shen Lang's mind.

However, Shen Lang's mind was made up and he was so determined that even what Bai Batian might say later was blocked in advance.

He took the initiative and said: "If your clan leader wakes up, you can send a message to me immediately, and I will definitely rush over as quickly as possible."

Shen Lang's decisive tone and firm eyes made Bai Batian understand that his intention to leave was determined and could not be changed.

Now that the words have been spoken to this extent, Bai Batian really can't force Shen Lang to stay anymore. In desperation, he can only personally send Shen Lang back to the cave near Yaoyu's north where he stayed before.

The location of this cave is quite special. There are many monsters within a radius of one hundred miles.

But no monster dared to occupy the cave where Shen Lang lived before.

Just because they were all afraid of Shen Lang, fearing that the god of death would be unhappy and get angry again, killing all the chickens and dogs in their area until not even a blade of grass grew.

Whenever those monster beasts think of this place, they can't help but tremble all over, and they are afraid to avoid that cave.

Since Shen Lang didn't live here in the past two days, the nearby monsters gradually became bolder and slowly gathered around here again.

They were like human beings, full of curiosity, gathering together to gossip about all the things that had happened in the past two days.

"Tell me, where is that frightening God of Death now? Has he been killed by Bai Batian? Isn't it because Bai Batian came angrily that day just to capture him? "

"Well caught! Young Master Bai is really majestic. He is a mere human monk and dares to kill wantonly in the Demon Prison. He is really too arrogant and wanton!"

"That's right, when that murderous god stayed here, I didn't dare to go out for a walk on weekdays. During that time, I was bored at home every day and didn't even dare to take a breath. I was afraid that I would be in trouble because of the murderous god's temporary mood. I was killed mercilessly because of it. I was in fear all day long and couldn’t sleep well.”

The people living here are all little monsters with ordinary cultivation. They value their own lives more than anyone else. Their attitude towards Shen Lang is that I can't afford to provoke him, but I can always hide away.

But the previous Black Iron Liger who had reached the sixth level, perhaps in order to make up for the fact that he was not able to appear on the stage that day to fight with Shen Lang, deliberately pretended to be majestic and said:

"You are all extremely timid and fearful. Aren't you just human monks? What do you have to be afraid of?"

"No matter how powerful he is, he is still being chased outside like a lost dog. In the end, he hides in our demon prison! This is our territory. Please cheer up. An ordinary human is not worthy at all. Mention it!”

The Black Iron Liger held its head high as it spoke, trying to calm the other monsters with its momentum.

Not only did the Black Iron Liger speak ill of Shen Lang, it also tried to occupy the cave where Shen Lang lived before.

I saw it raising its arms and shouting: "Let's go! Everyone, come with me to see the place where the killing god lived before. From now on, this place is the territory of this beast!"

Its loud voice echoed around, its eyes flashed with greed and arrogance, and it seemed that it had regarded the cave as its treasure.

In fact, it is undeniable that a considerable number of monsters are extremely superstitious in some aspects.

Take the Black Iron Liger as an example. It probably watched helplessly as Shen Lang practiced with great concentration in this cave and successfully overcame the tribulation very smoothly.

In its understanding, this is undoubtedly an extremely good sign, and it may bring you unimaginable good luck.

Because of this, the Black Iron Liger secretly made wishful thinking in its heart, and wanted to get a share of the joy of Shen Lang's successful escape from the disaster.

However, just as the Black Iron Liger's heroic words fell, and it was confidently preparing to lift its strong and powerful feet to step forward, it unexpectedly found the three-petaled demon rabbit opposite it. He was staring at it closely with an expression that was so weird that it was indescribable.

The rabbit's eyes seemed to have cramped suddenly, blinking rapidly, and it was not known what it wanted to express.

"What's wrong with you?" The black iron lion tiger beast was full of doubts, frowning, and asked in confusion, "Is it uncomfortable in your eyes, or is it uncomfortable in other parts of your body?"

The rabbit hesitated, but was too nervous to speak.

The black iron lion tiger beast was annoyed by the rabbit's inexplicable behavior. After waiting for a long time, was it playing tricks on him?

"What the hell are you doing, you little bastard? Just say it!"

"Kill..."

"What's the sand? Is there sand in your eyes?"

The black iron lion tiger beast thought his guess was quite reliable.

The three-petal mouth rabbit looked at Shen Lang, who seemed to appear quietly behind the black iron lion tiger beast like a ghost, and his legs softened instantly, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Just the two simple words "God of Killing" seemed to have a powerful thunder hidden in its mouth. It was so nervous that it couldn't even utter them smoothly.