Godly Dragon Guard

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of dense attack explosions were heard, and the bloody light spitting out from Shura's Holy Eyes carried powerful destructive power, twisting countless bloody thorns into pieces.

Under the impact of the energy generated by the explosion, countless spiritual flowers in the sea of ​​flowers were destroyed in an instant, and large areas of land were turned into desolation in the explosion.

Seeing that all the spiritual flowers she planted were destroyed, the girl in the blood skirt was heartbroken. In order to get Shen Lang, she also spent a lot of money!

"drink!"

The girl in the blood skirt let out a sweet cry, and an astonishing bloody storm surged all over her body. She rushed out from the explosion with a bloody sickle in her hand. The edge of the sickle shot out an extremely powerful blood light at an incredible speed. Stab towards Shen Lang's waist!

Shen Lang felt the terrifying energy released by the scythe in the blood-skirted girl's hand. He also raised the Yama Scythe, poured all his energy into the chaotic spiritual power, and struck the incoming bloody scythe.

"clang!!!"

Between the lightning and flint, the blood-colored sickle and the Yama giant scythe in the hands of the girl in the blood-skirt merged into a piece of extremely powerful black light and dazzling blood light, causing an extremely sharp and ear-piercing sound.

Shen Lang relied on the defensive power of the Mithril Saint Cloth to withstand the impact of the blood-light energy. He gritted his teeth and said: "Girl, you have helped me after all. Shen doesn't want to fight with you. It's not sweet to force me. I advise you not to do it." Stop me!"

"Hmph, wait until I knock you down and capture you alive, then you can say this again if you have the ability!"

The girl in the blood skirt was very excited and waved the bloody sickle in her hand wildly, slashing at Shen Lang like a cloak.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Shen Lang also tried his best to activate the Yama Scythe to parry the attack of the girl in the blood skirt. The Shura Holy Eyes between his eyebrows continued to spit out blood, trying to force the girl in the blood skirt back.

But the girl in the blood skirt was significantly stronger than the previous prison master, and her own cultivation had reached the peak of Luo Tianxian's late stage. Shen Lang's attacks could not suppress the opponent for a while.

After fighting for a while, neither side had an advantage. In fact, it was Shen Lang who didn't want to be cruel. After all, the girl in the blood skirt was different from the other prison master puppets in hell. She was a fairy body cultivated by the Wood Spirit Tribe. Once the physical body was severely injured, it was not so easy to recover.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that Shen Lang had been able to resist for so long, the girl in the blood skirt knew that she had underestimated her opponent's strength. She was angry and annoyed: "I don't believe that I can't cure you with the Blood Tan Clone Technique!"

As soon as the sweet shout ended, large bloody epiphyllums flew out from the girl in the blood skirt, covering everything around her.

I saw the blood-colored epiphyllum flying out from the body of the girl in the blood skirt quickly gathered together and turned into another girl in the blood skirt, who looked exactly like me!

This "Xue Tan Clone Technique" is the natal magical power of the girl in the blood skirt. By using this technique, she can summon a clone that is close in strength to the original figure to assist the original figure in dealing with the enemy.

With a "whoosh" sound, the clone of the girl in the blood skirt suddenly turned into a bloody phantom, walking around behind Shen Lang like a ghost.

Shen Lang felt a thorn in his back and was about to swing the Yama Scythe in his hand to slash at the clone behind him.

"Sir, where are you looking?"

The girl in the blood skirt smiled evilly, waved the bloody sickle in her hand, and slashed at Shen Lang's waist.

Shen Lang smacked his lips and had no choice but to give up attacking the clone of the girl in the blood skirt and instead parry the attack of the girl in the blood skirt.

"clang!!!"

There was another sharp and piercing sound. Just when Shen Lang was resisting the attack of the girl in the blood skirt, he turned his body and used his hand to sacrifice a thorn whip as red as blood. The whip flew towards Shen Lang like a snake. And away, the speed is so fast that people are caught off guard!

"Sir, let me see how you resist this time!"

The girl in the blood skirt sneered sweetly, and the hook blade of the bloody sickle in her hand hooked tightly on the Yama Scythe in Shen Lang's hand, leaving no room for Shen Lang to fight back.

"Roar!"

Seeing that Shen Lang was about to be bound and restrained by the long whip struck by the clone, an angry beast monster immediately appeared behind him, opened his bloody mouth, bitten the thorn whip that struck like lightning, and let out a ferocious sound from his mouth. A low growl.

"An angry beast from the wild!"

The pretty face of the girl in the blood skirt changed color slightly.

The angry beast became furious and bit down on the thorn whip. The horns on its head glowed brightly, shooting out golden light like an angry wave and strangled the clone of the girl in the blood skirt.

After breaking through to the middle stage of Luo Tianxian, Shen Lang's ability of the angry beast monster in Shen Lang's body has greatly increased, and he can release the breath of the angry beast without opening his mouth.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The clone of the girl in the blood skirt was not to be outdone. She pinched out a seal with her green jade fingers, and large swaths of blood-colored petals surged out from her body. They collided with the incoming golden light, and burst out with a deafening roar.

The two forces were in a stalemate for a while.

Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had the help of the angry beast spirit. Otherwise, it would be difficult to say that he was a match for the girl in the blood skirt with his own soul.

"Damn it, why are the characters who come to this girl's prison so difficult to deal with!"

The girl in the blood skirt was filled with anger. She waved the bloody sickle in her hand angrily and launched a desperate attack on Shen Lang.

"Blood eyes tearing the sky!"

Shen Lang fought steadily, and while resisting the attack of the girl in the blood skirt, the Shura Holy Eyes between his eyebrows continued to release blood light, exerting pressure on the original body and clone of the girl in the blood skirt, and remained unscathed.

The girl in the blood skirt in front of her just felt lonely and wanted him to stay with her. She had no ill intentions. She had answered all her questions just now, and she had been kind to her.

Shen Lang didn't want to hurt her, but it wasn't a problem to hold back everywhere.

In desperation, Shen Lang had an idea and turned over his hand to offer a golden mirror, which was the "Eight-door Golden Light Mirror".

This mirror is the Silent Spirit Level Immortal Treasure of Ji Ying, the second of the Three Saints of Xuanyuan. It has the powerful ability to trap and kill enemies. After Ji Ying's death, these eight golden light mirrors belonged to Shen Lang, but they had never been taken out and used.

However, considering Shen Lang's cultivation level, using this treasure would require a large amount of chaotic spiritual power, or even a trace of soul power, which is not a small consumption. But in this situation, Shen Lang has no choice.

"The eight-door golden light mirror, open!"

Shen Lang jumped into the air, threw away the original body and clone of the girl in the blood skirt, and poured all his strength into the eight-door golden light mirror with chaotic spiritual power and a trace of soul power.

"Buzz buzz!"

After the treasure mirror absorbed a large amount of chaotic spiritual power and a trace of soul power released by Shen Lang, the mirror suddenly emitted violent golden light, like ten thousand scorching suns exploding. The golden light emitted instantly swallowed up and drowned the original body and clone of the girl in the blood skirt. .

"ah!"

The girl in the blood skirt who was illuminated by the strong light subconsciously placed the bloody scythe in front of herself and defended with all her strength.

By the time she reacted, the original body and the clone were already trapped in the enclosed space created by the eight-door golden light mirror.

In the golden enclosed space, eight huge mirrors swirled around the girl in the blood skirt, releasing dazzling spiritual light and terrifying spiritual pressure.

"This...what is this!"

The girl in the blood skirt looked at the space around her that was completely sealed by eight mirrors, her pretty face turned slightly pale, and she couldn't help feeling palpitated. (To be continued)