Godly Dragon Guard

Speaking of which, Zi Ying and Shen Lang also happened to have a time difference.

A few days ago, after Ziying used the Escape Order to escape from Jiuli City, he teleported to the middle of the endless deep sea, which happened to be not far from Longshe Island.

Ziying recovered from her injuries in the desolate deep sea. Relying on the golden elixir given by the Holy Lord, all the injuries suffered by her body and soul recovered as before in an extremely fast time.

After recovering, Ziying rushed to Longshe Island as soon as possible, preparing to deploy operations to face the counterattack of Jiuli Immortal Territory.

She never imagined that Shen Lang could move so fast! He actually arrived at Dragon Snake Island first, and even sneaked into the formation barrier by disguising himself as Di Tian.

Amidst the explosion, Xuanting, who was covered in blood, was so frightened that he dragged his bloody arm and screamed like a ghost crying: "Master! Master, save me! I... I'm about to be beaten to death!"

"Useless trash!"

The flying Ziying suddenly grabbed Xuan Ting's body and kicked him behind him, staring at Shen Lang with his eyes.

The painful feeling of being severely injured by the fire-pointed spear was still vivid in his mind. Facing Shen Lang again, a strong fear flashed in Ziying's eyes.

"Witch, what a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet you here again."

Shen Langpi said with a smile, the Shura Holy Eyes between his eyebrows glowed with dark golden light, and he quickly looked at Ziying.

What surprised him the most was not that Ziying suddenly appeared, but that the demon girl's injuries could be completely recovered in just a few days!

Shen Lang had personally experienced how overbearing the star fire carried by the Fire Point Spear was.

She was burned by a small amount of star fire, and it took ten and a half days to fully recover. This demon girl had lost most of her life by the fire-tip spear thrown by him before, but she recovered so quickly. It was really hard for Shen Lang to imagine. .

"Shen Lang, you bastard, you dare to impersonate Di Tian and break into the territory of our Three Saints Sect. You are really very courageous!"

Ziying's face was extremely cold as he spoke word by word.

Shen Lang sneered: "To each other, didn't you, a witch, go deep into Jiuli City before? I accidentally let you escape before, this time I will see where you, a witch, can escape!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he poured chaotic spiritual power into the Qiankun Circle in his hand with all his strength, and threw it out.

"Buzz buzz!"

The circle of heaven and earth rose to a width of ten thousand feet in the face of the storm, like a golden scorching sun, rapidly attacking Ziying.

Shen Lang thought clearly that Ziying's sudden appearance meant that he was trapped in the enemy camp and had no way out. In the end, he still has to separate life and death from this witch, otherwise everything will be endless.

"presumptuous!"

Seeing Shen Lang being so arrogant, Ziying Qi's seven orifices were filled with smoke.

She opened her mouth and spit out the Wind-Fixing Pearl, and a raging seven-color storm surged out of the Wind-Fixing Pearl, converging into a violent seven-color tornado and hitting the Qiankun Circle.

"Boom boom boom!"

The Qiankun Circle hit the colorful wind wall, bursting out a series of harsh and violent roars.

This Wind-fixing Pearl is indeed a famous Silent Spirit-level fairy treasure in the Five Emperors era. Its defensive power is unbelievable. Ziying withstood the force of the Qiankun Circle without much effort.

"Blood eyes tearing the sky!"

The Shura Holy Eyes between Shen Lang's brows spit out overwhelming blood and crazily attacked Ziying with pressure!

While Ziying activated the Wind-fixing Pearl with all his strength, he transformed into the posture of the Purple Charming Sky Fox. The nine fox tails suddenly surged out with layers of purple fox fire, resisting the impact of the blood light.

Seeing Ziying resisting his magical power without any pressure, Shen Lang's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Although the strength of this purple shadow is not as good as that of Huang Ying, it still cannot be underestimated.

The reason why he was able to severely damage this purple shadow a few days ago was mainly due to the power of the fire-tip spear. If he didn't use the fire-tip spear or the power of the demon seed, it would still be difficult to deal with Ziying, who had reached the level of Daluo Jinxian.

Except for the fire-tip spear and the power of the demon seed, which are two killer weapons that can damage the body and soul, Shen Lang lacks other effective and powerful attack methods, which is also his most fatal shortcoming.

Fortunately, the magical powers used by Ziying were also very conservative. She obviously did not use all her strength, as if she wanted to test Shen Lang's strength.

"Boom boom boom!"

The magical powers released by both sides collided with each other endlessly, and violent roars and explosions were heard endlessly.

The apostles and senior officials of the Three Saints who guarded the temple were all alarmed by the fierce fighting that resounded throughout the world, and rushed to the scene one after another.

"Everyone, come to my place quickly and gather together. Use your magical powers with this holy envoy to help the leader to kill this thief!"

In order to save some dignity and face, Xuan Ting, who was covered in blood, let out a hoarse roar and took the lead in attacking Shen Lang.

With a muffled sound of "boom", a thunderstorm rolled up around Xuanting, forming a huge tornado in the blink of an eye. Countless electric snakes raged in the storm, blasting towards Shen Lang.

"Kill the thieves!"

A group of Three Saints apostles and high-level monks guarding the temple gathered around Xuanting and attacked Shen Lang at the same time.

For a time, a large number of attacks hit Shen Lang like a downpour.

Shen Lang felt a bit of pressure, and the mithril holy clothes quickly condensed on his body.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of magical attacks hit his body.

"Dong dong dong!"

The ear-piercing roaring and crackling sound was deafening.

Shen Lang relied on the powerful defensive power of the Mithril Saint Cloth. It was not a problem to withstand the attacks of these three holy monks for a while, but it would be quite troublesome over time.

Although he could release Lian Xing, Bai Lan and Meng Xuan'er from the Mini Guangtian Palace in his arms to help him, this situation was too dangerous at the moment and Shen Lang didn't want them to have any disadvantages.

Continuing the fight like this is not an option. At the moment, the only way is to kill Ziying as quickly as possible and seal the victory, so that his plan will not be affected.

If he hadn't made a break with Ziying this time, I'm afraid things would become more complicated, and it would be more difficult for him to find the realm teleportation array on Dragon Snake Island.

The poison in Le Fei'er's soul is getting worse day by day, and Shen Lang has no time to drag it out.

No matter what, I must kill Ziying here!

"Fire Point Spear, help me again!"

With this strong idea in mind, Shen Lang had no choice. He repeated his old tricks and unlocked the seal of the Fire Point Spear again.

"boom!"

The violent red-gold fire swept and released from Shen Lang's body, and the golden three-pointed spear broke out of the body and condensed in front of Shen Lang, bursting out with a dazzling brilliance like the scorching sun and stars.

Shen Lang held the gun body, and the star fire burst out of the fire-tip gun and forced it into his body. The familiar and intense burning sensation invaded the body and soul!

At this moment, Shen Lang's body was like an erupting volcano, and the star fire that continued to erupt from his body turned the surrounding space into red!

The star fire contains extremely huge destructive power, which can easily offset all the offensive magical powers released by the monks of the Three Saints! This appalling scene left all the monks of the Three Holy Cults stunned.

"Witch, let me die!"

Shen Lang's eyes flashed fiercely, he held the fire-tip spear tightly in both hands, and stabbed straight towards Ziying with a power that shook the sky! (To be continued)