I lived two hundred years

Chapter 59
"True Dragon Black Eyes!"

With a roar, the black-clothed evil cultivator's hands radiated light from the sheepskin scroll, and a huge vertical pupil opened in the light, carrying the aura of the supreme predator, overwhelming the world.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

The world suddenly froze, everyone and everything stood still, only the black-clothed evil cultivator laughed wildly.

"It's nice to punch me so much. Now it's my turn."

The evil cultivator in black looked at Shen Lang who was fixed in the air, his eyes shot fiercely, and he punched Shen Lang in the throat.

While the evil spirit was surging, the black-clothed evil cultivator's fist seemed to turn into a dragon's head, biting Shen Lang's neck.

The evil cultivator in black seemed to have seen the scene of blood and flesh flying together, but in fact, he didn't.

The evil dragon's head had a mouth full of fangs, biting Shen Lang's throat, and there was a burst of gold and iron screaming.

Before Shen Lang's throat was bitten off, the fangs of the evil dragon's head had collapsed by themselves, dissipating into wisps of black air.

"How is it possible? Is your body harder than steel?"

The evil cultivator in black looked at his fist confidently, and punched the second time without giving up.

But this time, instead of feeling hit on steel, he felt hit on the head by a train.

Shen Lang punched him with fists, hitting him so hard that his whole body flew up.

He actually regained his ability to move!

"how is this possible?"

Xiexiu in black exclaimed, before he could say anything else, Shen Lang had already appeared in front of him and punched him in the abdomen.

"Don't even think about getting it again! True Dragon Black Eyes!"

The evil cultivator in black once again activated the Black Dragon Cult, summoning the terrifying vertical pupil that seems to be able to stop time.

However, before the vertical pupil arrived, Shen Lang had already grabbed his hand holding the black dragon cult.

A surge of extremely cold power separated the connection between the Black Dragon Cult and the Black Clothes Evil Cultivator.

Although this division is not complete, it slows down the speed of the black clothes evil cultivator to drive the black dragon cult.

This time is enough for Shen Lang to do many things.

"I said, why are you not affected by that cyan rune? It turns out that this rune can be fused with a magic weapon. You use the origin of this magic weapon to activate the power of the cyan rune. Afterwards, the power of the magic weapon will drop sharply, but you will not Damaged." Shen Lang sneered, "That is to say, your power comes entirely from this magic weapon. If you lose it, your power will not decline by a little bit."

"So what? As long as the Black Dragon Cult and Nightmare Runes are still there, I am invincible."

The black-clothed evil cultivator glared at Shen Lang, and the black light on the parchment roll in his hand rose sharply.

"Although you have a strange undead body, you can withstand so many punches from me without injury, but I don't believe that your undead body is immune to slashing."

There was an evil smile on the corner of Shen Lang's mouth, and he tightened the hand that grabbed the black-clothed Xiexiu's wrist, holding him firmly, and the other hand turned into a knife, emitting a sharp breath that cut gold and jade.

Looking at the posture, Shen Lang wanted to forcibly chop off the black-clothed evil cultivator's hand holding the black dragon evil code.

Without the blessings of the Black Dragon Cult and the Nightmare Rune, black-clothed cultivators are nothing to fear.

This time, the evil cultivator in black was really shocked.

His "Evil Dragon Immortal Body" has a powerful recovery ability, which can recover from injuries in a very short time.

Under the double boost of Black Dragon Cult and Nightmare Rune, this recovery speed is unimaginably fast.

Therefore, he was able to receive so many punches from Shen Lang in such a short period of time, and still nothing happened.

In fact, he was not uninjured, but the moment he was injured, he recovered.

But chopping is different.

Once the body is severed, he must regenerate that part.

The original body will lose contact with him.

It would be fine if that part of the body was in another position, but it would be troublesome if it was holding the hand of Black Dragon Xiedian.

Once he loses his arm, he will lose contact with the Black Dragon Cult, and those powers that have been increased out of thin air will disappear without a trace.

At that time, he is no longer the god of this folding space, but a minion who can step on anyone.

How is this possible?

Absolutely not!

"Black dragon mass extinction!"

The black-clothed evil cultivator didn't care about it, and forcibly gathered the strength he had gathered so hard to burst out in one go, just hoping to force Shen Lang back.

He must not lose the Black Dragon Cult!
He must not lose his current strength!

He must not fall back into the fate of being manipulated by others!

If it is unavoidable, he would rather die with everyone!
This kind of determination and madness raised the power of "Black Dragon Mass Extinction" to the extreme.

Bai Xiaosheng, who just broke free from the power of "True Dragon Black Eyes", only felt an endless breath of destruction, and saw a huge black dragon descending from the sky, roaring upwards with a storm of death.

In an instant, the whole world began to shake, and black vortexes of destruction emerged one after another, annihilating everything around them.

This is the rhythm of turning the table.

Before, it was Shen Lang who threatened the evil cultivator in black with destroying the entire folding space and forced him out.

Now it is the black-clothed evil cultivator who wants to force Shen Lang to retreat with the people in the entire folding space as hostages.

Different routes lead to the same goal, will the ending be the same?

"Thinking too much. I'm a man with the speed of a god."

The evil cultivator in black only had time to see a hand passing through his chest before losing all consciousness.

His hand holding the Black Dragon Cult has already been chopped off by Shen Lang.

Without the blessing of the black dragon cult and the nightmare runes hidden in it, his "evil dragon immortal body" cannot be called "immortal" at all.

With a wave of his hand, Shen Lang threw aside the black-clothed evil cultivator's body, and Shen Lang turned his eyes to the destruction vortex spreading everywhere.

Losing the power of the black-clothed evil cultivator, the destructive black dragon has disappeared, but the destructive vortex it brought is more and more.

These destructive vortexes are not direct attacks by the black-clothed evil cultivators, but natural phenomena brought about by the appearance of the Destroyer Black Dragon.

Just like a tsunami caused by a hurricane, even if the hurricane disappears, the tsunami will still exist.

Tsunamis are no less of a threat than hurricanes.

Looking at the scale of these destructive vortexes, in a few seconds, the entire folding space will be destroyed.

It was too late to escape now.

Are all these people going to die here?
"of course not."

Jiang Ru shook her head and looked at Shen Lang firmly.

She has infinite confidence in Shen Lang.

He is still here.

Shen Lang smiled back at her, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly, Shen Lang's figure was everywhere in the world.

Countless Shen Langs galloped around, punching out with one punch, shaking the universe.

That pure power can destroy almost everything.

Even the destructive vortex stopped expanding under this force.

One punch, one punch, another punch.

One Shen Lang, one Shen Lang, and another Shen Lang.

Countless waves, countless fists.

Under this endless offensive, those destructive vortexes finally couldn't bear it and annihilated by themselves.

The end of destruction is self-destruction.

Seeing the disappearing vortex of destruction, Jiang Ru unconsciously revealed a smile.

(End of this chapter)