Godly Dragon Guard

With an order, the twelve cultivators of the transformation stage offered magic weapons one after another, and at the same time rushed towards Shen Lang and Lan Xian'er.

"Nine Blood Spirits!"

A murderous intent appeared in Shen Lang's eyes, displaying the Nine Changes of Blood Spirit, transforming into the posture of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.

The huge golden horned dragon hovering in the sky, its golden pupils are as huge as wheels, and the golden dragon scale folds on its body glow with brilliance, exuding a palpitating breath.

When the monks saw Shen Lang suddenly transformed into the body of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon, their expressions changed drastically.

"Impossible, it turned out to be the Golden Jiao Clan!!!"

The black-robed old man burst into light in his eyes, showing an unbelievable expression.

"Damn me?"

The grandson, who was still looking awkward just now, was dumbfounded. The identity of the other party did not seem to be as simple as he thought.

Even more surprising is yet to come.

"Roar!"

The golden horned flood dragon roared sharply, and the blade-like dragon tail flicked fiercely. A storm of golden blades hovered around the dragon scales, which directly smashed a cultivator at the forefront of the transformation into pieces.

"hiss!"

This recorded Ma Wei, and the cultivator who rushed forward took a breath of cold with fright.

Killing a cultivator in the early stage of transforming a **** in one strike is too terrifying!

Although Shen Lang didn't want to kill people, he only killed a monk in the early stage of transforming gods, and it didn't have much impact.

"Girl Xian'er, can your magical powers restrain these cultivators at the same time?" Shen Lang asked via voice transmission.

"No problem, but at the same time dealing with so many cultivators at the transformation stage, Xian'er needs about ten seconds to cast spells." Lan Xian'er responded.

"Okay, you come to cast the spell, and I will block the attack for you! Remember not to kill them, control these god-transition cultivators and let them lose their combat power." Shen Lang said solemnly.

"it is good!"

Lan Xian'er nodded solemnly, forming a magic seal in her hands, and immediately began to gain momentum, her fingertips splashing dazzling white light.

The magical powers of the Shenandoah Narcissus is the illusion, and the illusion is a very powerful psychic attack, which can attack both single and group. However, the power of group attacks will generally be greatly weakened. If the strongest blow is exploded with a longer period of time, the group attack can also exert extremely powerful power.

The black-robed old man saw that Shen Lang instantly killed an early stage cultivator, and shouted violently: "The cultivator of the Jinjiao tribe is extremely powerful. Don't fight that kid in close combat!"

As soon as the voice fell, the cultivators who rushed forward stepped back, offering magic weapons and launching long-range attacks.

The attacks launched by eleven monks at the transformation stage at the same time were also terrifyingly powerful.

"Amethyst Wall!"

Shen Lang opened the amethyst wall, and layers of purple light barriers quickly condensed around his body, shining like amethyst, covering the three of Shen Lang and Lan Xian'er Xiaodie strictly.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Lang sacrificed eighty-one Lei Ze splitting lightsabers, and spurred the Shenfeng sword formation at the fastest speed!

"Shoo!"

The golden sword light like a huge wave protects Shen Lang, Lan Xian'er and Xiaodie, like a layered city wall, indestructible.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of earth-shattering explosions sounded, and the colorful five-element aura covered everything around him. The violent wind swept all around, and most of the barren mountains below were destroyed.

However, Shen Lang relied on the dual defenses of the Shenfeng Sword Formation and Amethyst Wall to withstand the attacks of these eleven cultivators.

"This……"

Sun Zihao, who was originally going to watch the show, was completely stunned. It was incredible that a monk in the middle stage of the transformation could withstand the siege of eleven monks of the transformation stage.

"This kid has an unusual background, otherwise it is impossible to possess such a powerful supernatural power, this person must not stay!"

The black-robed old man's expression was extremely gloomy, and he immediately sacrificed a white bone knife, and madly drove the wave's spiritual power into the bone knife.

This treasure is called "Sura Knife", and it is a medium-grade rare treasure! There is also a demon spirit condensed in this knife, with awe-inspiring and terrifying aura.

A demon is sculptured on the handle of the knife. The face of the demon is twisting and shaking, and his mouth whimpers, releasing a lot of cloudy air, which is chilling!

Shen Lang's face changed slightly. This black-robed old man is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp. With the cultivation base of the peak of transformation and the medium-grade wild spirit treasure, the attack power of this person is afraid that it will reach the point of jaw-dropping.

As the black-robed old man madly punched spiritual power into the bone knife, the bone knife in his hand suddenly released ten thousand black lights, exuding a powerful spiritual pressure that almost made Shen Lang unable to breathe!

"hiss!"

Shen Lang took a deep breath. He instinctively felt that the black-robed old man would send out a shocking attack in the next moment. He was already very difficult to defend against the attacks of the eleven cultivators, and he might not be able to withstand this attack.

"Magic Domain!"

At this critical moment, Lan Xian'er had already gained momentum and was the first to release the magical powers of the magic domain.

To display a powerful group attack, the magical powers of the magical field have a limited effect, and Lan Xian'er can only choose to attack the eleven cultivators in front of the gods as the target.

A large swath of white light swept away at the eleven monks in the transformation stage in front of them, rendering everything around them pure white.

"what!!!"

Those monks in the transformation stage who were urging magic weapons to attack, saw the white light swept over them, and they had no defense at all.

Tiannan Island is extremely remote, and very few people cultivate magical powers like soul attacks, so there are very few magic weapons of soul defense on the island.

Among the eleven cultivators at the transformation stage, none of them possessed magic weapons of the spirit defense class, all of them were recruited. Suddenly, all attacks against Shen Lang stopped abruptly.

"Shen Feng Sword Formation!"

Shen Lang seized the opportunity created by Lan Xian'er to push the Shenfeng Sword Array to the extreme! Show the sword light transformation.

Countless sword lights quickly merged into a golden thunder dragon with a body length of several thousand meters. The thunder dragon opened its teeth and danced its claws, and flew towards the black-robed old man and grandson at an almost weird speed. The violent thunder sound carried it along. The power that destroys the world!

"My mother!"

Sun Zihao was so scared that even he could see that the terrifying thunder of Thunder Dragon's body contained unimaginable power!

"No, Young Master, go back!"

The black-robed old man stood in front of Sun Zihao.

"Sura knife, cut!"

With a violent shout, the Shura knife in the hands of the black robe old man released a strong black light. With the bone knife slashed, the magical light like a huge wave rose to the sky, and ran into the thunder dragon head-on.

"boom!!!"

The violent explosion sound shook the earth, the black light and golden lightning in the sky intertwined and collided, and the world changed color!

The barren mountains within a hundred miles below, instantly turned into barren!

Sun Zihao in the rear offered a peach wood shield, and with difficulty resisted the aftermath of the explosion, his expression was terrified.

What kind of magic is this? There is such a shocking power!