Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang has also heard of the name of the Spirit Binding Lock. He is worthy of being a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk, and he can even take out this ancient treasure.

Once a monk is hit by a spirit-binding chain, his whole body will be tightly bound by the chain, and he will be unable to activate his spiritual power for a period of time.

The spirit-binding lock is extremely difficult to defend against, and ordinary Yuanying early-stage monks will fall prey to it if they are not careful.

However, Shen Lang is still quite confident in the defensive power of the Jiuli Sword Formation. The Jiuli Sword Formation itself also has the ability to integrate offense and defense.

"receive!"

Shen Lang shouted low, activated the sword array with all his strength, and quickly retracted the sword light.

Fortunately, the sword array was activated quickly enough, and he was able to retract to a position half a meter away from his body before the spirit-binding lock hit him.

"Bah!"

A large amount of sword light blocked the silver chain, making a sharp sound like cutting glass, and splashed out with extremely dazzling golden light.

"Impossible, what kind of sword formation is this? It can be faster than the spirit binding chain!" The skinny old man was shocked and angry. Shen Lang's strength exceeded his imagination.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the spirit-binding lock was knocked away by a large amount of sword light.

The skinny old man hurriedly retracted the spirit-binding lock in the air.

Under the strangulation of the Jiuli Sword Formation, all the blood soul zombies were killed within a few seconds.

"No! You bastard, you dare to destroy the blood corpse that I spent hundreds of years refining!"

The skinny old man roared angrily, his flesh ached so much that he almost cried in distress.

These blood soul zombies are not only as simple as ghost pets, but also an important means of training for him. He can absorb the power of the soul devoured by the zombies from the blood soul zombies and transform it into his own cultivation.

Now that all the blood soul zombies have been killed by Shen Lang, the skinny old man suddenly lost the source of his cultivation. How could this not make him feel distressed and angry!

The reason why the skinny old man sacrificed the blood soul zombie in the first place was mainly because he wanted the blood soul zombie to control Shen Lang and then swallow the Nascent Soul in his Tianling Cap. Unexpectedly, a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul was so frighteningly powerful that his intestines turned green with regret.

Shen Lang sneered and activated the Jiuli Sword Formation with all his strength. ^

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"

A large number of sword lights swarmed in, surrounding the skinny old man, and dense red-gold arcs bounced in the air.

The shocking Yuyang Golden Thunder finally made the skinny old man look horrified.

"Your Majesty, it's too late to surrender now. Hand over your storage ring obediently, and I can spare your life!" Shen Lang smiled coldly and returned the favor in the same way.

He knew that even if he could destroy the physical body of this monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he still couldn't keep the opponent's Nascent Soul.

The skinny old man became angry with shame and roared: "You bastard, do you really think that a broken sword formation can trap me? I don't believe that you have an endless supply of Jade Yang Golden Thunder, taste the taste of my Heavenly Demon Corpse Fire!"

After roaring, the skinny old man opened his mouth and sprayed out a large amount of green flames.

The flames rose against the wind, forming a violent fire storm that spread outward toward the sword light that trapped him.

"Interesting!" Shen Lang sneered, and immediately activated the nine-hand Lei Ze light-splitting sword to shoot out a large number of Yuyang Golden Thunder.

"boom!"

The dense red-gold thunder and lightning collided with the green flames, making a deafening roar and causing smoke to rise everywhere.

Although the Demonic Corpse Fire was extremely powerful, it was still suppressed by the Yuyang Golden Thunder in an instant.

"What kind of Demon Corpse Fire is this? Trash!" Shen Lang mocked.

A trace of ferocity flashed across the face of the skinny old man, and he was completely prepared. He turned his right hand, took out a token as black as ink, and started to move it.

This is the fifth ranked Immortal Cultivation Sect in the Yunjian South Continent, the Ghost Immortal Sect’s most powerful weapon, the “Ten Thousand Ghost Order”.

It's a pity that the skinny old man is a ghost monk. There is nothing he can do against Shen Lang who has a lot of Yuyang Golden Thunder. He knows that he will be restrained by the Golden Thunder, but he still has to bite the bullet!

Once the Ten Thousand Ghosts Token was activated, a dense black light appeared, and the skinny old man was shrouded in a burst of black mist.

"Ouch!"

For a moment, the ghosts cried loudly, and tens of thousands of ghosts flew out from the token. The scene was extremely scary.

The leader is an eighth-level ghost dragon, whose aura is astonishing, even no less than that of an ordinary eighth-level demon cultivator!

"Destroy this sword formation for me!" the skinny old man shouted violently.

The ghost dragon opened its teeth and claws, and rushed towards the sword light that trapped the skinny old man in the sky, and a large number of ghosts swarmed out.

Shen Lang's scalp was numb. He had never seen such a terrifying group of ghosts.

The strength of this skinny old man is really astonishing. He is only better than the Sword Formation and Yuyang Golden Thunder, otherwise he would never be his opponent.

Without thinking too much, Shen Lang fully mobilized the Jiuli Sword Formation and Yuyang Golden Thunder to give full play to his strengths.

"Boom!"

The sword light kept strangling various ghosts, there were bursts of lightning and thunder, and fierce ghosts roared. The fighting scene was extremely fierce.

The skinny old man did not hesitate to spit out a large mouthful of blood, and poured out the spiritual power into the token with all his strength. The number of ghosts in that pitch-black token is simply unimaginable. There are not only 100,000, but also 70,000 or 80,000 ghosts! And a large number of ghosts are still at the level of ghost kings.

The power of the Jiuli Sword Formation is astonishing, but it consumes a lot of spiritual power to activate. After all, this is Shen Lang's first time using the Sword Formation against an enemy, so it is really too much to bear.

Several times, the skinny old man almost broke through the sword formation, but Shen Lang gritted his teeth and persevered without any danger.

After just one minute of consumption, more than half of the Yuyang Golden Thunder was consumed, and more than half of the ghosts were killed. As for the Heavenly Demon Corpse Fire, it had already been wiped out by the Golden Thunder.

Shen Lang's expression was a little gloomy, activating the sword array consumed too much spiritual energy, and 90% of the spiritual energy in his body had been consumed.

After all, the skinny old man is a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and his spiritual power in his body is much deeper than that of Shen Lang. If he continues to consume it like this, he will be in trouble!

When things got to this point, it was impossible to be weak any longer. Shen Lang took out a jade bottle containing rain dew nectar from his storage ring, raised his head and swallowed two drops of jade dew nectar.

"Bang!"

Shen Lang's lower abdomen felt warm, and a large amount of spiritual power poured into his Dantian like a wave, and 80% of the spiritual power in his body was instantly restored.

"Jade dew and fine wine!"

The skinny old man's face instantly turned pale. He didn't expect Shen Lang to have such a rare thing in the world of cultivation.

The Yuyang Golden Thunder consumed in Lei Ze's Light Sword can be restored through warming, but the ghosts in the Skinny Old Man's "Ten Thousand Ghost Order" are really dead if they die.

Damn, this guy is a monster!

The skinny old man gradually turned from anger to fear. This boy had too many Yuyang Golden Thunders, and there were endless treasures on his body.

Trapped by the sword formation, it was impossible for him to fight back.

"Roar!"

The eighth-level ghost dragon was still struggling to its death, and only this ghost emperor-level ghost could barely withstand the edge of the Yuyang Golden Thunder.

Seeing that it was almost done, Shen Lang opened his mouth and sprayed out two thick bowl-shaped Kanli thunderbolts.

"boom!"

Kanli's thunder and lightning hit the ghost dragon unexpectedly, making a huge roar.

At the same time, Shen Lang pinched his fingers, and more than a dozen sword lights in the sword array hit the ghost dragon at the same time, and the dense Yuyang Golden Thunder also shot out.

The huge body of the ghost dragon was finally defeated by the two kinds of Yang Lei, and after making a horrifying roar, it turned into ashes.

"Hiss, can you still release Kanli Lightning!?"

The skinny old man took a breath of cold air and was shocked again.

Kanli Thunder and Yuyang Golden Thunder, the three major Yang thunders in the world of cultivation, this person actually mastered two of them. Isn't this too perverted?

"Fellow Taoist, stop fighting, I will admit defeat!" Under tremendous pressure, the skinny old man chose to admit defeat.

As a ghost monk, he was not surprised when he encountered a monster that could release two kinds of Yang Lei.