Godly Dragon Guard

Seeing Shen Lang being subdued so easily, Bai Hang looked grim and pleased.

Waste is waste, a scum with such a weak cultivation base dare to yell at himself?

Bai Hang finally let out a nasty sigh, and said in a vicious voice: "Boy, it feels uncomfortable to be trapped in the Chongyuan Bowl, right? Humph, you will stay in my Chongyuan Bowl before my master comes back. Once checked. If there is a problem with your identity, this young man will destroy you as soon as possible!"

There was a strange black wind in the heavy yuan bowl. As soon as Shen Lang was enveloped in it, he felt a huge to the extreme pressure hitting, causing his body to sink suddenly, as if there were thousands of tens of thousands of mountains suddenly pressing on at the same time The same on your own back!

This bowl is not as simple as an ordinary trapping magic weapon, sinking deep into the bowl, Shen Lang found that the vitality of his physical body was being sucked away bit by bit!

This weird bowl has the vicious effect of absorbing the vitality of the monk!

"Hahaha, this is how your Tianhu clan treats guests? Shen is really knowledgeable."

Trapped in the bowl, Shen Lang grinned with anger. Under the pressure of the terrifying gravity, the muscles of his whole body were trembling crazily, and his bones were "cracking".

"A mere human monk is not worthy to come to our Tianhu clan land, what are you telling me about hospitality? Don't laugh off my son's big teeth, you can honestly shut it in the Zhongyuan bowl for a while! "Bai Hang laughed grinningly.

Shen Lang was so angry that he was willing to suffer such humiliation.

Xiao Rou was shocked and yelled at her angrily: "Brother, you are too much! Shen Lang didn't provoke you to provoke you, so quickly let him out!"

Bai Hang persuaded: "Xiao Rou, don't get excited, brother is just worried about your safety, don't listen to the rhetoric of this human monk. Everything will be decided after Master returns."

By saying this, Bai Hang was so jealous and hated that he couldn't wait to stab Shen Lang to death! I want to let Zhongyuan Bowl absorb this kid's vitality.

"No, since this is how your Tianhu clan treats guests, don't blame Shen for being rude!"

Shen Lang, who was trapped in the Chongyuan Bowl, had an extremely gloomy face. He hated those arrogant and arrogant cultivators who regarded human monks as ants in his life.

If a tiger doesn't show off his power, he really thinks he is a soft persimmon?

"Sword Domain!"

Shen Lang's sleeve robe was rolled, and the violent white sword shadow rushed out from in front of him like mountains and seas, attacking in all directions inside the round bowl.

"Clang clang clang!!!"

The earth-shaking crackling sounded in the round bowl, the sound was very ear-piercing and sharp, and the terrifying energy surged and rushed towards the edge of the round bowl.

The huge Zhongyuan bowl trembles violently, and a large amount of black wind suddenly gushes out of the surface of the round bowl, sweeping around Jinghuagu Square.

The expression of Bai Hang, who was still triumphant, changed drastically, and his palms rushed into the Zhongyuan Bowl to stabilize the round bowl from being broken by internal attacks.

A large number of black light beams suddenly burst out of the round bowl, blocking the sword shadow space that kept colliding around it, and large swaths of white light and black light intertwined.

"Dang-dang-dang!" Zhongyuan bowl bounced on the ground, shaking violently.

"Nine-turned French Seal!"

While constantly urging the sword domain, Shen Lang displayed the Nine-turned Sign, and a nine-pointed star halo rose behind him. The entire body was enveloped by a thick silver light wall to defend against the impact of the explosion and avoid hurting himself.

"It's really evil!"

Bai Hang was already sweating profusely in order to stabilize Zhongyuanbo, and she couldn't help showing a trace of horror.

This kid is only at his peak cultivation base, and can he release such a powerful attack?

"Break for Lao Tzu!"

Shen Lang let out a violent shout, with his fingertips pointing up, pushing the sword domain to the extreme.

A huge amount of white sword shadow swept out of him with the might of tsunami and landslide, turning into a giant whirlpool-like sword shadow space, rushing straight up!

"Boom boom boom!!!"

There was a violent explosion sound like the earth cracking, and the inside of the round bowl was covered with dazzling white light.

The horrible vortex of sword shadows continuously revolved and collided at the top of the round bowl, just like a gear that was biting on.

"drink!"

Bai Hang shouted angrily and tried his best to mobilize his spiritual power to stabilize the Chongyuan Bowl. He just didn't believe in this evil. Can a small piece of garbage at the peak of the fit shake the Chongyuan Bowl, one of his own magic weapons?

The two sides were deadlocked for a few seconds.

"boom!!!"

There was a dull explosion sound, and the top of the hill-like Zhongyuan bowl was hit by a white sword shadow vortex into a huge gap. The Zhongyuan bowl collapsed in a large area and turned into countless debris!

Shen Lang flew out of the damaged heavy yuan bowl, safe and sound, his eyes gloomy.

"Impossible! My Chongyuan Bowl!"

Bai Hang's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't imagine that Shen Lang could destroy his own magic weapon!

Normal demon cultivators seldom use magic weapons to fend off enemies, but some top demon cultivators in the Mahayana period will still refine a few natal magic weapons.

This heavy yuan bowl is a magic weapon made by Bai Hang's painstaking efforts. Its power and strength are already close to the bottom of the ranking. It is unexpected that it will be destroyed by a human monk with such a weak cultivation level...not personally. Bai Hang couldn't believe what he saw.

After Shen Lang broke through the peak of the combination, the power of the sword domain increased by 30%. If not, he hadn't broken Bai Hang's heavy yuan bowl so easily.

Xiao Rou wanted to rescue Shen Lang, but when she saw that Shen Lang could break through Bai Hang's heavy yuan bowl, her pretty face also showed horror.

Senior Brother Bai Hang is a monk in the late Mahayana, and the magic weapon of his life will be destroyed by Shen Lang abruptly. It can be seen that Shen Lang's strength is to what level of appalling? I greatly underestimated the strength of the son.

"My son, are you okay?"

Xiao Rou came to Shen Lang's side and asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Shen Lang shook his head.

Seeing Shen Lang's breath as usual, she didn't seem to have suffered any injuries, Xiao Rou breathed a sigh of relief, and blamed herself: "I'm sorry, Xiao Rou was careless just now. This time, Xiao Rou will not let the brother hurt the son again."

After that, Xiao Rou stood beside Shen Lang, staring at Bai Hang, and shouted: "Brother, if you dare to attack the son again, don't blame Xiao Rou for being polite!"

"Xiaorou, you!"

Bai Hang was struck by lightning, and his heart was broken. Bing Qing Yujie's junior sister did not hesitate to turn against herself for an outsider?

Shen Lang gently pressed Xiaorou’s fragrant shoulders, took a step forward, glanced at Bai Hang, and said coldly, “It’s not that Shen intended to cause trouble, but you did it first. It’s because you are Brother Xiaorou. Shen will not be held accountable for the matter, and he hopes to be friendly to himself."

Bai Hang was already extremely upset. Seeing Shen Lang still dared to pretend, he immediately exploded in anger, and roared angrily: "On the waste things of the human race, you dare to clamor with my son? Do you really think this Mirror Flower Valley? Is it where you want to come, and where you want to go?"

Shen Lang's expression sank instantly, and he said with a cold voice, "Interesting! Jumping beam clown, if you are really capable, you can try to keep Shen behind! If you don't have the skills, just let me go!"