Godly Dragon Guard

The only possibility is that the small Hunyuan colorful umbrella that Shen Lang sacrificed absorbed the magic light released by the magic wand just now, and it could be used by himself.

The lame old man was horrified, and he couldn't think that this kid's prehistoric spirit treasure had such a power against the sky.

"boom!"

The black magic light like ocean waves collided with the fire dragon, bursting out with earth-shaking explosions.

The huge fire dragon was swallowed by the magic light in the roar, and the extremely hot flames on the body gradually disappeared.

The ring thrown by the lame old man was nothing but a broken piece of wild spirit treasure, and the power of the magical spirit was obviously not as good as the magic light released by the genuine wild spirit treasure heaven wand.

Under the black magic light of the sky, the fire dragon's body was torn apart, and the flames instantly collapsed.

The magic light killed the fire dragon, and the circle in front of the lame old man was shaken out, the spiritual power in his body was in disorder, and the corner of his mouth overflowed with blood.

"Okay, very good! Boy, you are still the first cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage who can hurt the old man!" The lame old man roared furiously.

Shen Lang sneered: "Maybe the first monk to kill you!"

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Lang urged the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella with all his strength. The seven-colored umbrella was spinning at high speed in the air. The black magic light gushing from the canopy was like a rushing ocean wave, swallowing it towards the lame old man.

The power of a large number of Tian Hun Yuan Demon Light was terrifying to a terrifying state. Although the lame old man couldn't wait to take off Shen Lang's skin, he could only turn offense to defense in the face of such a horrible attack.

"Bodhi clock, go!"

The lame old man looked terrifying, and threw a small golden clock.

The golden bell is simple in shape and looks like a chime. The body of the bell is engraved with dense Buddhist symbols.

The lame old man madly punched a huge amount of spiritual power into the golden bell.

"Om!"

I saw dazzling spiritual inscriptions and a lot of "swastika" aura on the surface of the golden bell. As soon as the bell rose 100 meters high, there was also a golden Buddha phantom on the surface.

The Buddha folded his hands together, and the light of the Buddha rose from behind, as dazzling as a blazing sun.

This Bodhi clock is a rare pure defensive treasure, and the golden clock covers the lame old man in a tight defense.

A large number of Dutian Hunyuan magic light madly attacked the Bodhi clock, and the Buddha light gushing out of the Bodhi clock offset the magic light. This powerful Buddha light is the nemesis of magic light.

The black magic light can hardly break the defense of the Bodhi clock.

"Grass, why does this old thing have another great treasure?"

Shen Lang's face was black like the bottom of a pot, and that golden clock must be a great treasure, otherwise it would be impossible to possess such a perverted defense.

He really never dreamed that this lame and disabled old man had so many precious treasures on him!

When did Honghuang Lingbao become Chinese cabbage?

You know, Yuanhe Shuangsheng, who has ruled in Tianhai for thousands of years, only has two prehistoric spiritual treasures, and even one is still broken.

A crippled handicapped person actually has three precious treasures, which is really incredible to Shen Lang. After all, the opponent's aura is much weaker than Yuanhe Shuangsheng. How could a monk with insufficient strength in the early stage of transforming a **** possess such a powerful treasure?

Shen Lang was too lazy to think, Lei Ze's light sword is his life's magic weapon, now all are broken, he has been subjected to a strong backlash, and a certain amount of life essence has been consumed, now his body is a little weak, but the Sheng Yang's battle energy can still be suppressed Come down.

The opponent was a cultivator in the transformation stage, and at the moment, apart from the attack of the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, which was effective on the lame old man, Shen Lang's other attacks seemed to be ineffective.

In desperation, Shen Lang had to gritted his teeth and continued to urge Hun Yuan's pearl umbrella to release the magic light and attack the opponent's Bodhi clock.

Fortunately, the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella had absorbed a huge amount of magic light just now, and Shen Lang could hold it for a while. It's just that this bodhi clock is extremely strong, and the light of the Buddha sticks to it, which is difficult to break.

The main reason is that the Buddha's light is too restrained from the magic light of the heavens. If the magic light is replaced with the innate clutch light, it is estimated that it will be possible to break the opponent's defense.

Shen Lang panicked, but he didn't know that the lame old man was already a little scared.

The lame old man himself was in extremely bad condition. Before he fought Shen Lang fiercely, he spent a lot of spiritual energy. In addition, he had hidden diseases in his body, which made fighting against others extremely unfavorable.

Until now, it was mainly relying on the combat power piled up by a few prehistoric spirit treasures.

Although the Primordial Spirit Treasure is good, it also has disadvantages, that is, it consumes too much spiritual power.

When attacking Shen Lang with the Heaven Wand before, the lame old man had already consumed a lot of spiritual power, and now this Bodhi clock consumes more spiritual power than the Heavenly Wand.

The spiritual power in the lame old man was almost exhausted, and his heart secretly said that it was not good.

Once the Bodhi Bell breaks the supply of spiritual power, it will not be able to exert any power, and the lame old man feels that he will definitely be strangled into dregs by the magic light of the sky!

The intestines of the lame old man were all regretful. He knew that the opponent's magic weapon could absorb the beam, and he would not sacrifice the magic wand to attack the opponent if he killed him. Now he is being used by the opponent.

After holding it for a while, the lame old man realized that the spiritual power in his body was only half of it, and it was about to be exhausted. The old face finally showed a trace of horror.

If he was killed by a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage, it would be really a shame and a lame old man could not accept it.

Of course, he still cares more about his life, he still doesn't want to die.

The lame old man's face was uncertain, he decided to hold Shen Lang first and say a few good words to reduce the enemy's hostility.

He said indifferently: "Boy, this attack can't break the old man's defense. Things have reached this point, you and I can't help each other, there is really no need to fight, we might as well stop?"

"Stop? Your Excellency really wants to stop?" Shen Lang secretly warned and smiled coldly.

Seeing that Shen Lang said so, the lame old man felt that Shen Lang did not seem so cruel, and saying a few good things might make the hostility disappear.

"Yes, it doesn't make much sense for us to fight anymore. The old man has already agreed with your strength. Why don't we take a step back, and the sky is brighter?" the lame old man suggested.

Shen Lang is a bit speechless, really don't know how the other side's face grows, and the sky is still broad?

The lame old man was wrong. Shen Lang was originally a cruel person. He knew the serious consequences of letting go of a monk at the stage of transformation.

The opponent seemed to be a well-known big family in the Longyuan Continent, and Shen Lang already had a desire to kill.

The words of the lame old man clearly exposed his weakness. Shen Lang is not a fool, of course he can tell.

Shen Lang sneered: "Old stuff, do you really think that Mr. Ben is an idiot? Since you are no longer able to do it, then stop daydreaming and go to death!"

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Lang increased his output, and the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella gushed out a terrifying magic light, which hit the Bodhi clock like a huge wave.