Godly Dragon Guard

Countless sword energies were flying in the sky, sweeping towards the twenty people below.

Shen Lang's sudden moves were too violent, and the Yin Yang Sect martial arts cultivators were shocked. They hurriedly switched from offense to defense and began to resist.

Jiang Kun was also stunned. What kind of martial arts is this? When the overwhelming sword energy hit him, he didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly took out his palms to defend himself.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sword energy whizzed in all directions, and a large area of ​​the surrounding trees was chopped down, with sawdust flying, which was particularly spectacular.

Shen Lang's "Snowstorm" move was a large-scale attack. Even the Yin-Yang Sect's martial arts cultivators had a large number of people, and they were overwhelmed for a while.

Shen Lang gritted his teeth and swung the Star Meteor Sword faster and faster, and the sword energy became more and more violent. Some of the Yin Yang Sect disciples who were in the early stage of questioning had a look of fear on their faces, and they could no longer hold on for a few breaths.

Some Yin-Yang Sect disciples who were in the early stages of questioning fell to the ground one after another, blood gushing out from all over their bodies, and their limbs twitching.

The attack was still continuing, and some martial arts cultivators in the middle stage of the realm were still struggling to resist. Their bodies were covered in blood and suffered varying degrees of trauma.

Shen Lang saw that the situation was almost over. His move consumes too much, and he would have to flee later, so it was not suitable for continuous consumption.

Almost half of the Yin Yang Sect disciples fell to the ground. Shen Lang's pressure suddenly eased. He took out the mummy from the storage bag, hung the corpse clock on his waist, and patted it twice.

"Clang clang clang!"

"Go deal with that person." Shen Lang gave a simple order and asked the mummy to attack Jiang Kun.

The mummy let out a low, weird roar from its mouth, and rushed out like a cannonball.

Jiang Kun saw a monster covered in black and with shriveled skin rushing toward him, and he was horrified: "What the hell!"

Before he could be surprised, the mummy punched him in the face.

"Boom!"

Jiang Kun flew more than ten meters away and fell under a big tree. His old face was beaten out of shape, his mouth was full of blood, and two of his teeth were broken.

The strength of the mummy is incredible. If Shen Lang doesn't release his body-protecting energy, he won't be able to withstand a few hits from him. The combat power of the mummy is higher than that of ordinary masters in the late stage of the Realm.

Jiang Kun can be regarded as one of the stronger ones among the masters in the late stage of Wenjing. He stood up immediately after being punched by the mummy. He endured the burning pain on his face and struggled with the mummy.

The remaining Yin Yang Sect disciples were all injured, and Shen Lang used the Seven Killing Sword Style and began to harvest heads.

With one strike of the knife, one person died, and blood spattered. Within a few breaths, all the martial arts cultivators in front of Shen Lang fell into a pool of blood.

Several Yin Yang Sect disciples were so frightened that they had no intention of resisting anymore and immediately turned around and ran away.

Shen Lang used the Phantom Light Step to rush forward and hacked to death the Yin Yang Sect disciples who were trying to escape. Rivers of blood flowed in the woods, and the limbs of a few people were still trembling slightly in the pool of blood. The scene was too horrific to watch.

In just two minutes, almost all the more than twenty Yin-Yang Sect martial arts cultivators were killed, leaving only two elders in the late Wenjing Realm hanging on.

Jiang Kun was still struggling to resist the attack of the mummy.

Another elder of the Yin and Yang Sect who was in the late stage of questioning was frightened by Shen Lang's terrifying strength and wanted to retreat. When he saw Shen Lang slashing with his sword, he turned and ran away.

"snort!"

Shen Lang snorted coldly. His Qing Gong was far faster than this man's. He stepped on the Magic Light Step and caught up with him in just one breath.

Feeling the strong wind behind him, the Yin-Yang Sect elder was terrified and had no choice but to turn back and defend.

Shen Lang's momentum was high. After getting close, he slashed wildly, and the attack was extremely violent.

The Yin-Yang Sect elder had no fighting spirit to begin with. Facing Shen Lang's violent attack, he only blocked three or four moves before he couldn't bear it anymore.

Shen Lang seized the opportunity, held the Xingyun Knife tightly, and stabbed directly into the man's chest.

With a "Puff" sound, a blood arrow shot out from the man's chest, and a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth.

Shen Lang pulled out the Star Meteor Knife with an expressionless expression. A large hole was stabbed in the man's chest, and blood gushed out. After two struggles, he died immediately.

On the other side, facing the crazy attack of the mummies, Jiang Kun gradually couldn't hold on anymore.

He saw rivers of blood all around and everyone was dead, and his face turned pale with fear.

Especially when he saw Shen Lang rushing towards him after knocking down everyone, Jiang Kun was already out of his mind.

"Spare... spare my life! Your miraculous skills are unparalleled. I am ignorant of Mount Tai. Please spare my life!" Seeing how powerful Shen Lang was, Jiang Kun no longer had any intention of resisting and begged for mercy.

"You want me to spare my life? Just dream!" Shen Lang smiled coldly and waved the Star Meteor Knife twice in the air, the handle of the knife being surrounded by a storm.

"Blood kill!"

Shen Lang was not polite, shouted lowly, and slashed Jiang Kun's body with his sword.

"Boom!"

The huge sword energy roared, and the violent roar shook the heaven and earth, covering all the surrounding sounds.

"No!!!"

Jiang Kun's eyes widened, and after letting out an unwilling roar, the dense sword energy instantly chopped his body into pieces!

After the blow, all that could be seen was a large pool of blood on the ground. Jiang Kun was already a mess of flesh and blood, and even his bones had been cut into pieces.

With many years of experience as a killer, Shen Lang has already developed a decisive character in killing.

Shen Lang put away the Star Meteor Knife, looked at the dead bodies scattered around, took out the corpse clock from his waist, and shook it.

The black talisman on the corpse clock seemed to light up, and thick white gas surged out from the corpses of the Yin Yang Sect disciples all around.

The mummy opened its bloody mouth, and all the white air flew into his mouth.

Another effect of the corpse bell is that the mummy puppet can absorb the souls of dead creatures. Of course, it is limited to the corpses of creatures that have just died a few days ago and whose souls have not had time to dissipate.

And the more powerful the creature, the stronger the soul power, and the same is true for martial arts cultivators. For example, the soul power of a martial artist in the realm of inquiry is roughly equivalent to ten ordinary people.

Each time the mummy moves, it needs to consume a portion of soul power as support. Absorbing souls is equivalent to charging.

After eating more than twenty souls of Wenjing martial arts cultivators this time, Shen Lang clearly felt that the mummies were full and could not eat any more.

Shen Lang feels the mystery of puppetry more and more. Suppose there is a powerful puppet that can eat unlimited souls, how powerful would it be?

Without thinking too much, Shen Lang took the time to leave.

His location must have been exposed, and Yang Tongtian would probably rush over.

Shen Lang first searched for loot. The disciples of the Yin and Yang Sect were quite wealthy. They found a lot of spiritual stones, especially the two elders, who also had two or three spiritual crystals on them.

After searching for his belongings, Shen Lang washed the blood on his body by the river, changed into clean clothes, and then left the woods.

The tracking eagle in the sky was still circling, and Shen Lang was anxious. Nine times out of ten, it was this kind of eagle that had discovered his traces.

The tracking eagle flew too high, and Shen Lang couldn't hit it down with a hidden weapon.

There is no other way, he has been targeted, now he can only go to Sunset Forest to escape. It is said that the Sunset Forest is so gloomy that even birds cannot fly in, and tracking eagles should not be able to track it there.

Beiliang Town is a port town. The port on the north side of the sea can take ships to the Sunset Forest.

After leaving the woods, Shen Lang moved quickly towards the northern port. (To be continued)