I lived two hundred years

Chapter 58
"Fuck him to death."

Shen Lang sneered, raised his right fist, and smashed it hard to the ground.

Immediately, a sense of extreme cold centered on Shen Lang and quickly spread outward.

In a blink of an eye, the entire folding space was covered by this chill, which was twisted and entangled with weirdness and coldness. There seemed to be countless ice ghosts in the void, roaring, about to turn from illusion into reality.

"It's useless. The entire folding space is my domain. Even if you expand the domain, you can't seize the dominance from me."

The majestic sky resounded through the sky.

Accompanied by this sound, streams of black air fell from the air, turning into half-human, half-dragon monsters, flapping their wings, rushing towards Shen Lang.

"Do you think that you can harass me, make me have no time to care about others, and fall into the crowd tactics, unable to extricate myself? It's too naive."

Shen Lang sneered, and a roulette the size of ten human heads rose behind him, exuding a sense of coldness and loneliness.

"Have you ever seen a hell riot?"

Without waiting for the other party's answer, Shen Lang shook his right hand in the air.

The ten roulette wheels behind him spun slowly.

With the rotation of the ten roulettes, the surrounding space was distorted, and with those ten roulettes as the center, the entire world began to deform.

At this moment, the world Shen Lang is in is like a tablecloth, being pulled down by ten forces along ten roulette wheels.

Bai Xiaosheng felt the most profoundly when he was next to Shen Lang.

The sense of distorted space almost made him sick.

"Brother, stop! If this continues, the entire folding space will be destroyed. We won't have time to escape."

Bai Xiaosheng didn't care about the pain in his stomach, so he hurriedly spoke out to stop Shen Lang.

Shen Lang looked at Jiang Ru, smiled faintly, and said, "You don't have to worry. Someone is more anxious than us."

To force that evil cultivator out, there is no need for any calculations, such a blatant conspiracy is more effective.

Evil cultivators are depraved, but not crazy.

The reason why they fell was to get more, and they cherished their lives more than other practitioners.

Shen Lang dared to risk his life with the opponent, but the opponent might not have the courage.

"madman!"

Bai Xiaosheng cursed secretly, but he didn't dare to say it in front of Shen Lang.

He kept asking, but stared at the ten roulettes behind Shen Lang, and asked, "Is this still ten rounds of ice hell? This power is much stronger than before."

Bai Xiaosheng was not in the mood, but he had nothing else to do, so he reluctantly said, "Ten Rounds of Ice Hell is one of the seven unique skills of the Black Blood Gate, so how can it be so simple? This is just the first of the nine transformations of hell." It's just a riot."

I kept asking what else I wanted to ask, but suddenly I heard an explosion in the sky.

An unfathomable crack suddenly traversed the sky, tearing the sky apart.

In the crack of the day, a black figure slowly descended.

He is not like a half-human half-dragon monster with a dark body, but a black suit.

Black hair, black eyes, black mask, black gloves, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is black.

"Things that hide their heads and show their tails, even if they get a chance, are still a waste."

When Shen Lang saw the other party appear, he immediately began to hate him.

The other party didn't take much sarcasm, snorted coldly, and said, "I don't want to argue with a dead man."

"You think you're sure to win?" Shen Lang continued talking.

The evil cultivator in black continued to pretend: "Don't think that you are the only one with the hole card. How many times can you use the magic weapon you used to rush into the folding space just now?"

Shen Lang was taken aback for a moment, then came to his senses.

It turned out that the other party mistook the aura of his real strength just now for some kind of limited-level powerful magic weapon.

This is indeed a more plausible explanation.

However, the other party also underestimated himself too much.

Could it be that he was too successful in pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?
"You're timid."

The black-clothed evil cultivator laughed triumphantly, and suddenly a western giant dragon with red eyes appeared behind him, roaring at Shen Lang.

"My 'Black Dragon Cult' doesn't have so many restrictions. Come down! Be one of us! 'Black Dragon Curse World Wave'!"

The black-clothed evil cultivator stretched out his hand to grab it, and the red-eyed black dragon immediately turned into a scroll and fell into his hands.

Endless evil spirits surged, turning into countless black runes outside the black-clothed evil body, forming magic circles one by one, forming a huge formation map, locking on Shen Lang.

"Super large range attack! Flash!"

As soon as Bai Xiaosheng saw the battle, he knew that something was wrong, so he screamed and ran away without stopping.

The non-stop response was not as fast as Bai Xiaosheng, but he was specialized in speed. After he reacted, he moved his feet, but he was the one who pulled Bai Xiaosheng to run.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the action team members hastily teamed up and once again resorted to the Qiansi Locking Formation.

Countless golden threads were generated out of thin air, rolling towards Jiang Ru, trying to pull her out of the opponent's attack range.

However, these are in vain.

The attack speed, attack range, and attack power of the black dragon Ju Shibo are beyond their imagination.

A black light flashed everywhere, everyone stood there in a daze, except Shen Lang.

"Let you see the true power of hell riots."

With one punch, the ten space-distorting roulettes instantly shattered, turning into countless space fragments and swarming out.

The whole world seemed to tremble under this punch.

The power of the Black Dragon Curse Shibo was affected by space debris, and was divided into countless small spaces, losing its influence on everyone.

Only then did Jiang Ru and the others regain consciousness from the black light.

But that's about it.

There is nothing they can do.

Shen Lang and the black-clothed evil cultivator are too strong, and they are not at their level to intervene.

"The power of the Black Dragon Curse World Wave has not yet been truly displayed. Even hell, it will be eroded by me and become a part of us."

The black-clothed evil cultivator raised the parchment in his hand, twisted the originally scattered black light into one, and faced the space fragments shot by Shen Lang.

Countless space fragments were instantly infected and turned into strange black evil space fragments.

However, Shen Lang shot too many space debris.

The forward speed of the black beam of light is greatly reduced, and it can only advance more than ten centimeters in a second.

Shen Lang took the opportunity to break away from those space fragments, his figure flickered, and appeared behind the black-clothed evil cultivator.

"I won."

Shen Lang yelled, and punched the black-clothed evil cultivator in the face.

"I am the one who wins."

The evil cultivator in black smiled strangely, turned the scroll in his hand, and a black beam of light shot out, hitting Shen Lang.

However, the black-clothed evil cultivator would never have imagined that Shen Lang, who was hit by the black beam of light head-on, had nothing to do.

"Fool. Fuck me."

Shen Lang was so powerful that he did not forgive anyone, and with unrivaled strength, he hit the black-clothed Xiexiu one after another without a moment's delay.

In the blink of an eye, the evil cultivator in black had already received thousands of punches from Shen Lang, and each punch seemed to gather the power of a mountain. Even Bailian Vajra had already been beaten into a pile of broken copper and iron at this moment.

But the black-clothed evil cultivator endured it all his life.

(End of this chapter)