Godly Dragon Guard

As Zhou Long injected spiritual power into the six long needles, the six long needles instantly turned into dense green threads, like afterimages, with shocking green poisonous fire spreading on the threads.

"disease!"

Zhou Long shouted loudly, and a large number of green silk threads formed a large net and flew towards Shen Lang.

Shen Lang's heart trembled. He would not be surprised if it was the magic power of turning swords into silk, but this was the first time Shen Lang had seen this "turning needles into silk".

Zhou Long's magical power is struck by a needle-shaped natal magic weapon. It is extremely fast, much faster than the ordinary magical power of turning swords into silk. Moreover, the poisonous fire spreading on the Asura Divine Needle is also extremely powerful.

"Nine Transformations of Blood Spirit!"

Shen Lang did not dare to neglect and directly used the Nine Transformations of Blood Spirit.

The golden dragon pattern on his arm surged with golden light, and Shen Lang immediately transformed into a golden dragon with a body length of more than a thousand meters.

A huge golden-horned dragon hovered in the sky, its golden pupils were as huge as wheels, its golden dragon scales shone brightly, and it exuded a heart-stopping aura.

"Roar!"

The dragon raised its head and roared, the golden horn on its head released a radiance as bright as the sun, and a violent golden tornado swirled around its body.

Shen Lang's current methods of defending against enemies are relatively simple. His natal magic weapon Lei Ze's Light Splitting Sword was destroyed by the lame old man, and Bingpo Mountain was also given to Murong Mingyue. Now he can only rely on the body of the Golden Horned Dragon and the Golden Blade Storm as his main weapons. means of attack and defense.

Seeing Shen Lang suddenly transforming into a huge golden-horned dragon, the monks watching all around showed fear and horror, being shocked by the huge golden dragon in the sky.

"Golden-horned dragon!" Zhou Long was startled, his old eyes widened, and he couldn't help shouting.

The golden-horned dragon is the top spiritual beast of heaven and earth, and is the emperor among dragons. Legend has it that the golden-horned dragon has inherited the bloodline of a weak true dragon, has supernatural powers that defy the heavens, and has the powerful ability to tear apart space.

The golden-horned dragon that Shen Lang transformed into could indeed bluff people. In terms of aura and courage, it was almost the same as the real golden-horned dragon.

"Ding ding ding!"

A large number of turquoise silk threads were like a huge fishing net, heading towards the golden-horned dragon cover. But it was blocked by the storm of golden blades swirling around the surface of the Golden Horned Dragon's body, making a sharp sound.

Although Zhou Long's Asura Divine Needle was powerful, it was still unable to break through the Golden Horned Dragon's defense.

"Shura Divine Needle, break it for me!" Cold sweat broke out on Zhou Long's forehead as he frantically activated the Shura Divine Needle.

"Bang!"

I saw a huge amount of poisonous fire suddenly pouring out of the turquoise silk thread, and it hit the golden blade storm hard.

The two forces collided, causing a big explosion. Although the poisonous fire on the Shura Divine Needle was powerful, it was not enough. The poisonous fire only lasted for a few breaths before being extinguished by the golden blade storm.

"Roar!"

The golden-horned dragon let out a violent roar, and the golden blade storm on its body became more violent, directly deflecting Zhou Long's six Shura needles away.

Zhou Long's natal magic weapon was knocked away, causing a chaos of spiritual energy in his body.

Shen Lang seized the opportunity, the golden dragon opened its fangs, and spit out a huge storm of golden blades, like a thick laser cannon, shooting towards Zhou Long.

"not good!"

Zhou Long's face turned pale with fright. In desperation, he could only spit out a mouthful of essence and blood, and spent his life essence to activate the brass round bowl in an attempt to defend against Shen Lang's attack.

"Buzz buzz!" The mouthful of blood essence sprayed by Zhou Long was transformed into a huge amount of spiritual power, which was poured into the brass round bowl. The brass round bowl immediately released dazzling golden light, and a large number of swastika characters overflowed, forming A solid barrier of Buddha's light was formed.

"boom!"

The golden blade storm once again bombarded the Buddha's Light Barrier, making a deafening sound.

Zhou Long frantically activated the brass round bowl. The Buddha's Light Barrier could barely withstand the attack of the Golden Blade Storm, and the two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

It looked like a stalemate, but Zhou Long was complaining in his heart. He had to continue to maintain the strength of the Buddha's Light Barrier, which would consume a lot of Zhou Long's spiritual power.

Once he relaxes at all, the terrifying golden blade storm will definitely break through the Buddha's light barrier, and then he will have no choice but to die.

Zhou Long never imagined in his wildest dreams that this boy's strength was so terrifying! You must know that the other party can force you to a dead end without even offering a magic weapon.

However, Shen Lang's golden blade storm released in the form of a golden-horned dragon did not consume much spiritual power, and the old thing would definitely not be able to sustain it.

Zhou Long also knew that the situation was not good. He relied on his natal energy to drive the brass round bowl, and he could not hold on for long. Even if the chaotic spiritual power in his body recovered, he still could not withstand this consumption.

The surrounding people in the Nascent Soul Stage were still watching. Seeing the huge golden dragon displaying its power, everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. The Nascent Soul Stage is really scary.

Zhou Long's situation was critical. When he saw a group of Zhou family's Nascent Soul stage monks still watching with great interest, his old face turned livid with anger and he almost had an asthma attack.

"Fuck, my ancestor is about to be beaten to death. Are you still in the mood to watch the show? Why don't you come and save me!"

At this point, Zhou Long didn't dare to show off anymore and shouted for help, with a hint of anger mixed in his roar.

Only then did the Nascent Soul stage monks from the Zhou family realize that they had almost regarded the fight as a duel, forgetting that the current situation was one-sided. "Let's all come together to protect our ancestors!"

"Work together to kill this foreign monk!"

Several Zhou family elders shouted, and more than a dozen Yuan Ying stage monks from the Zhou family sacrificed their magic weapons and rushed towards Shen Lang.

"Roar!"

The golden-horned dragon roared and flicked its blade-like dragon tail. A storm of golden blades swirled around the dragon's scales, directly chopping the two early Nascent Soul monks rushing in front into pieces.

"hiss!"

This recording of Ma Wei scared the Yuan Ying stage monks of the Zhou family who came to support and took a breath of cold air. This man's strength was too terrifying.

"Idiot, don't fight him in close combat! This person's transformation skills are extremely unbelievable. After he transforms into a dragon body, his physical body is extremely powerful!" Zhou Long shouted while holding on.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Zhou family's Nascent Soul stage monks were too frightened to get close to the golden dragon hovering in the sky, so they had to attack from a distance.

The golden-horned dragon's body was surrounded by a dense storm of golden blades. The attacks of these Zhou family monks could not break through Shen Lang's defense for the time being.

In order to relieve Shen Lang's pressure, Murong Mingyue took action, using the Ice Soul Mountain and smashing it towards the Yuan Ying stage monks of the Zhou family.

Not to be outdone, Xiaorou flew out of Shen Lang's spirit beast bag and joined the battle.

Chaos is about to break out.

The Nascent Soul stage monks from the big family sects of Wangyue Island who originally came to watch the ceremony were so frightened that they fled away when they saw how powerful Shen Lang was. They were not from the Zhou family, and they did not want to get involved in the war and provoke such a powerful monk.