Godly Dragon Guard

"Small bugs, break it for me!"

Flame Rakshasa ghost slammed towards Jianying Space, trying to withstand Shen Lang's blow.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of the Nine Nether Sword Array.

"boom!!!"

There was a loud noise like the cracking of the sky and the earth, and as soon as the fist of the flame Rakshasa ghost touched the sword shadow space, it shattered into a blood mist! Flesh, bones and meridians instantly turn into powder!

"what!!!"

The flame Rakshasa ghost was so scared that he uttered a terrified scream.

In the next moment, he was swallowed and drowned by the sword shadow space radiating star-like light.

"Boom boom boom!"

A heavy roar and explosion sounded, and the huge flame Rakshasa ghost was blasted to ashes by the sword shadow space, and there was no residue left!

The ghost flame, as strong as the peak of the fit, was killed on the spot without even holding a single face.

The attack launched by the thirty conjoined ghosts in the rear slammed into the sword shadow space, like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to shake the sword shadow space.

"Do not!"

Seeing the terrifying sword shadow space collide, the thirty conjugal stage Guixiu screamed like ghosts and wolves, and each displayed defensive methods to try to withstand this shocking blow.

These defensive methods are almost like paper in front of the sword shadow space.

"Boom boom boom!"

The storm-like sword shadow space swept over, and the countless sword shadows in the space instantly broke through the defenses of the cultivators. The ghosts of those ghosts were screamed before they were screamed by the sword shadow space. !

After Shen Lang's blow, thirty-one Guiming Sect's cultivators, including Gui Yan, had already evaporated as if the world had evaporated! Only a blood mist was left.

The audience is silent, and the needle drop can be heard.

All the monks around Samsara Mountain stared at Shen Lang with horror and horror. The monks in the united phase swallowed subconsciously, and a stormy sea was set off in their hearts.

One blow, in less than one breath, killed 31 monks in the Conjugation Stage!

The strength of this white-clothed youth can no longer be described as terror!

Where is this man sacred?

The young lady of the Kyushu imperial clan who witnessed the battle stood blankly on the spot, her face could not hide the shocked expression.

It was just a trip to and from Samsara Mountain, how could this person's strength rise to such a terrifying level? It's not incredible to see it with your own eyes!

Even the face of Tianyou who wanted to yell at Shen Lang just now solidified, and a trace of horror appeared between his brows. Although he is domineering, but he is not without his brains, he can see how terrifying Shen Lang's move just now!

The black-robed old man next to God You was even more shocked, his eyes bursting with brilliant light: "This kid...what a monster!"

Unfathomable, this is his evaluation of Shen Lang.

The blow that Shen Lang had just displayed made him feel a trace of horror, which was completely beyond the scope of the monk during the fit period.

It was indeed the right choice to not let God provoke this person before!

The black-robed old man was glad that they did not avenge Shen Lang.

Fu'er has beautiful eyes, she originally thought that she had been overestimating Shen Lang, but now she still underestimated this man.

The strength and sense of mystery that Shen Lang displayed made her feel terrible and pale in comparison. Fuer had never seen such an excellent monk of the opposite sex, and there was a trace of worship in her heart.

After collecting the spoils, Shen Lang floated to the ground.

The audience was shocked, and the cultivator at the foot of the mountain consciously kept a distance from Shen Lang in terror.

Shen Lang was calm on the surface, ecstatic in his heart, full of confidence!

Relying on this set of Nine Nether Sword Formations alone, it is absolutely impossible for the monks in the combined phase to be their opponents, and he already has the ability to fight against the monks in the early Mahayana period.

Shen Lang could also understand why Yun Henzi's cultivation ability at the peak of the combined body competed with the mid-Mahayana cultivators. The Tiangang Pure Sun Sword Canon really had unparalleled superiority.

"Congratulations, Master Shen's cultivation base has risen! After seeing Master Shen's supernatural powers, the little girl is really ashamed." Fuer was the first to float in front of Shen Lang, with a smile on her face, and bowed.

"It's just a farce, which made Miss Fu'er laugh." Shen Lang clasped his fists and said a polite remark.

Fu'er smiled and said: "Dare to ask Master Shen if he has time to visit the Meiling Race? Fu'er and the queen will definitely entertain him. If the son has any difficulties in the ghost world, our Meiling Race can help the son at any time."

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and said politely: "Miss Fuer's invitation is an honor for Shen. If he has the opportunity, Shen will definitely visit Meilingzu."

Fu'er's beautiful eyes lit up, and she smiled and said, "Then Fu'er is waiting for the son to come over."

The two chatted sentence by sentence.

"This Meiling clan girl is really clever."

The black-robed old man on the back of the corpse kun sighed, then glanced at Tianyou, and said in a deep voice: "Young master, that human monk is extremely extraordinary, and we must find ways to get along with him. You might as well go and say hello to him. Close some relationships."

"Why? Let me get close to him, it's better to kill me!"

Tianyou's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, Shen Lang snatched his ghost king seal, and even Fu'er was soaked away by this kid, and he couldn't wait to peel off this kid!

He has always been obsessed with Fur's beauty, and even wants to marry her as his wife. It is a pity that Fuer always avoids herself deliberately, and seems to be very disgusted with herself.

However, Fuer kept keeping a distance from the opposite sex, and God you thought it was normal.

Since the appearance of Shen Lang, the Wang Ba Laozi, Fu'er's attitude towards the Wang Ba Laozi could not be better, which made Tianyou feel jealous and hated.

The black-robed old man shook his head and sighed: "Young Master, since you don't like that person, I can't force you. But I must remind you that this person must not be offended!"

"I know." God you swallowed his breath, his expression extremely gloomy.

In addition to Fu'er, Niu Feng, Ma Long, Meng Fei and other three imperial young masters also came up to greet Shen Lang, appearing extremely enthusiastic.

Shen Lang's strength is so powerful, coupled with being Gu Yue Shizu's year-long acquaintance, it is indeed necessary for their Jiuzhou emperor to befriend this person.

Only Yin De kept seeing Shen Lang a little unhappy, and simply didn't bother to get close to this.

These young masters of the emperor clan showed good wishes, and Shen Lang did not reject others thousands of miles away. He was very polite and humble, which made these young masters of the emperor clan feel approachable and liked them greatly.

"Brother Shen Lang, where are you going next, why don't you let me wait to see you off?"

Niu Feng said with a smile.

"Brother Niu is kind, and Shen still likes to act alone. I will stay in the ghost world for a while. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely go to the Emperors of Kyushu as a guest. Everyone, don't spend it today, and see you in the future!"

Shen Lang clasped his fists and was about to leave.

at this time.

"Wait!"

There was a sudden roar in the sky.

A black light suddenly lit up in the distance, which seemed to be some kind of space teleportation technique.

Two elders in green robes walked out of the space cracks torn apart by the black light, releasing the soaring spiritual pressure, and their dark eyes glanced at Shen Lang, filled with boiling killing intent!