Godly Dragon Guard

After the masked young man set up a defensive barrier for Shen Lang, he turned his hand and raised a shiny black spear, turned around and walked slowly towards the evil monk.

The evil monk was stunned for a moment. He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and his expression suddenly became extremely gloomy: "Wuying, what do you want to do?"

The masked young man approached the head of the evil monk on the ground step by step. His white hair moved without wind, and his whole body exuded a violent and cold aura. He suddenly poured all his chaotic spiritual power into the dark spear in his hand.

In an instant, the pitch-black spear shot out an astonishing bolt of black lightning, making a harsh "crackling" sound of thunder, filled with destructive energy that would destroy the whole world!

The evil monk's heart skipped a beat, and he was shocked and angry: "Wuying, you are my direct disciple. I treat you well and help you break through to the late Luotian stage. What do you mean today? Could it be that you want to Disobeying me?"

"I am just a chess piece in your hand and can be discarded at any time. How can I be disobedient?"

The masked young man spoke faintly, his voice was extremely cold, and the jet-black spear with black light in his hand was already aimed at the evil monk's head, and murderous intention suddenly appeared.

The evil monk turned pale with horror and shouted in shock: "Wu Ying, don't do anything stupid! As long as you surrender to me honestly, I will keep you in my care so that you can be promoted to the realm of Daluo in the future, one person is inferior to ten thousand people, how can it be Not happy?"

The masked young man remained unmoved and continued to press towards the evil monk step by step.

The evil monk was extremely panicked. If it were normal, he would naturally not be afraid of his direct disciple. In his eyes, the other party was just a humble slave. He had already been cast a blood curse by himself, and he could do it casually. Easily obliterated.

But now, his soul body was too seriously injured by the fire-pointed spear shot by Shen Lang just now, and his soul power was so weak that he could hardly use any magical powers, and even the blood curse technique was difficult to use.

"Wuying, have you forgotten? I promised to come here before. After I leave this abyss of hell and practice to the realm of Hunyuan, I will personally cast a spell to retrieve your beloved soul and let it be reborn!"

The panicked evil monk had no choice but to try to stabilize his "personal disciple".

At this point, the masked young man stopped for a moment and laughed at himself: "In the past, I was bewitched by you because of your words, and I was a slave for many years. I was humbled and humiliated, and I resigned myself to degradation. Now, although I can no longer hold my head up in front of my best friends, I can still We can no longer continue to degenerate and sink!”

"It's ridiculous that I have fallen to this day because of your unfulfillable promise. It's really sad to think about it. I just took the opportunity of my best friend to hit you hard and kill this evil soul of yours, which can also save some dignity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark spear in the masked young man's hand carried endless black lightning, piercing the sky, and suddenly struck at the head of the evil monk on the ground.

"No!"

The evil monk's eyes were about to burst, and he tried to release the energy in his damaged soul body. However, because his soul body was severely injured, the energy in his body was extremely disordered and could not be released in a very short time. His pupils kept dilating, and he stared at himself helplessly. His head was hit by the incoming jet-black spear.

"boom!!!"

The black spear hit the evil monk's head, the crackling thunder made people temporarily deaf, and the terrifying black lightning struck in all directions.

Shen Lang, who was bound by the dragon rope, relied on the blood barrier outside the chain to avoid the impact of the explosion.

Seeing the master-disciple rebellion in front of him, Shen Lang was also a little confused. Because his soul was severely burned, his consciousness was very unclear, and he thought he was seeing hallucinations.

After one blow.

"ah!!!"

A scream that could pierce the eardrum came from the evil monk's mouth. The evil monk's head, hit by the black spear, bounced around in the hall of Hades Palace like a ball, and finally rolled down to the feet of the masked young man.

The head of the evil monk who was hit was covered in blood, and he looked miserable, but he was not fatally injured.

The masked young man's expression was not surprising. He also knew that this level of attack alone could not completely kill the evil monk.

But the evil monk was at the end of his strength, and the masked young man didn't think he could last long.

The masked young man stepped on the evil monk's bloody face, raised the black spear in his hand, and stabbed the evil monk's head directly between the eyebrows.

"Boom!!!"

There was another ear-piercing explosion, and the black lightning spurted from the tip of the spear swallowed up the evil monk's head like a rushing waterfall.

"ah!"

The evil monk let out a shrill howl. His soul was hidden between his eyebrows. The masked young man seized on his own weakness and attacked his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the black spear poked a bloody hole the size of a fingertip into the evil monk's eyebrow.

"Tsk!"

The masked young man smacked his lips. Although the evil monk only retained his soul body, his head was made from the skull of the ancient demon sealed in the Black Domain Mountain and was extremely hard.

Even if he wanted to destroy his head, it would be very difficult.

Fortunately, difficulty does not mean it is impossible. The masked young man is still confident that he can kill the evil monk, but it will take some time.

No matter how hard this evil monk's head is, he will definitely not be able to withstand the endless attacks!

The masked young man repeatedly urged the dark spear in his hand, stabbing straight at the evil monk's head again and again. Each time, there was a crackling sound of lightning, and the terrifying force of destruction hit the evil monk's face.

Tens of breaths later, the evil monk's originally handsome cheeks had become riddled with holes, full of blood holes, and it was too horrible to look at!

The evil monk who suffered a heavy blow completely fell into madness, and the anger in his heart had reached the extreme. He roared like crazy: "Wuying, you traitor, want to kill me? It depends on whether you have this ability!"

The evil monk knew that he would definitely die if he continued like this, so he risked his life in a rage, burning his own soul without hesitation. Endless bloody threads of light poured out from his bloody mouth, nose and ears, and he shot towards the masked young man. .

Feeling the huge threat, the masked young man quickly turned the pitch-black spear with his right hand and poured all his strength into the spear with chaotic spiritual power, causing the spear to release a torrent of black lightning to resist the oncoming blood light.

While defending with all his strength, the masked young man freed up his left hand and used a large amount of soul power to form a magic circle shaped like a black hole vortex to resist the bloody energy released by the evil monk.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The violent roaring and exploding sound lasted for dozens of breaths. The masked young man tried his best to resist the magical power released by the evil monk's burning soul.

Fortunately, the evil monk was unable to perform the more powerful Golden Immortal Technique because his soul was severely damaged and his energy was disordered. He could only rely on releasing the most basic soul energy to create simple magical attacks, whose power was naturally limited. (To be continued)