Godly Dragon Guard

The seven-foot nailhead was originally intended to kill Shen Lang with one blow, so it aimed at Shen Lang's chest.

But at the moment when Qi Chi Nail head touched Shen Lang's body, he keenly felt that Shen Lang's heart was hidden by an extremely powerful and shocking force, and he felt threatened for a while!

Deterred by this overbearing force, the seven-foot nailhead soul body was in a trance, and unexpectedly deviated from Shen Lang's heart by accident, hitting Shen Lang's chest and abdomen.

If it hadn't been for Shen Lang's physical body to go through the five-fire refining, the blow of the seven-foot nail head would have exploded his entire body.

After the blow, a large amount of blood mist floated in the sky, and Shen Lang revealed a hollow blood hole on his chest and abdomen. There was a large amount of black arc surging in the blood hole, his breath weakened sharply, and his body fell from the air.

"My son!!!"

Xiao Rouqiao's face turned pale, and she caught Shen Lang, her snow-white arms trembled.

Even if she was ready to die, but seeing the hollow blood battle in Shen Lang's chest and abdomen, her heart was also broken, holding Shen Lang in the air and crying, tears raining down.

Shen Lang's mouth, nose and ears were gushing out a lot of blood, his breath was constantly weakening, and soon he reached the point where his qi was like a gossamer, and his vitality was still fading, he was about to die!

"Is it an illusion?"

The seven-foot nail head pierced through Shen Lang's body and circled in the air, surprised in secret.

He had just clearly felt an extremely terrifying energy hidden in this kid's body, that energy was powerful enough to shock his spirit body!

"Impossible! The monks in the lower realm must not have anything that can make this saint jealous."

Qi Chi Dingtou glanced at Shen Lang's body with his spiritual sense, and found no magic weapon or the like.

"Anyway, kill this kid first!"

Qi Chi Dingtou did not believe in this evil, and once again turned into a black light, and struck directly at Shen Lang's chest.

Just at this extremely critical time.

"stop!"

Not far away, the Kutuo monk's long-standing big move was finally released, and a large piece of golden light was released from the scattered flower lanterns in front of him, rendering the space of tens of thousands of miles into pure gold.

The space was filled with golden Buddhist scriptures, and the Buddhist scriptures were like ten thousand chains. The seven-foot nail heads were **** by the electric light and flint!

The seven-foot nail head is really bound by countless Buddhist chains, and it can't move forward a bit!

"Old bald donkey, do you want to stop me? I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"

Qi Chi Nailtou made a furious sound, and waves of black light poured out of his body, trying to break free from the shackles of the Buddhist chains.

In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the Buddhist chains were torn apart.

"My Buddha is compassionate, eighteen bronzes!"

The bitter monk folded his hands together, and a large amount of blood appeared in his body, pouring into the scattered flower lanterns, and the Buddha's fire heart lamp released the golden glow of the sun, covering everything.

More and more Buddhist chains flew out in all directions, entwining the seven-foot nail head tightly, and finally restrained the seven-foot nail head.

In addition, the dense Buddha light turned into a spatial vortex, continuously rotating and growing, until a golden independent space was created!

As the bitter monk continued to burn his blood and spirits, an arhat phantom, a dragon descending arhat, a tiger arhat, a tota arhat, an arhat with long eyebrows, an arhat with long eyebrows, a arhat with long eyebrows, and a puppet arhat emerged in the golden space. Lord Luohan gathered.

Eighteen arhats guarded the eighteen corners of the golden space, and each arhat stamped a different seal, suppressing the evil force of the seven-foot nailhead.

"Fuck, it's this **** formation again!"

Qi Chi Dingtou was furious.

At the beginning, Venerable Puyuan used the eighteen bronze formations to suppress him in Wushan, and then sealed him for thousands of years.

After witnessing the Eighteen Bronze Formation again, the seven-foot nail head had a psychological shadow, and his emotions were extremely excited, and strong fear arose in his heart.

Because of the restricted form, a large amount of black energy gushes out of the surface of the nail head, transforming into a ghost and phantom again.

"Break it for me!"

The ghost fairy imaginary opened its mouth and spouted a dense black grid, bombarding wildly, trying to break this formation.

However, the eighteen bronze formations are extremely strong, no matter how the ghosts and ghosts attack, the eighteen lord Arhats in the formation will stand tall.

The continuous burning of Buddhist chains binds the head of the seven-foot nail, which is inexhaustible.

In addition to suppressing the seven-foot nailhead, the Eighteen Lord Luohan will also strike a series of powerful attack seals. The ghost ghost has been killed by the **** seal several times.

"Old bald donkey, let me out!!!"

The recondensed ghost fairy phantom roared fiercely.

Hearing his angry voice, he was obviously frustrated.

Sitting in front of the formation of eighteen bronze figures, the Kutuo monk continuously casts colorful Buddha light towards the scattered flower lanterns, continuously providing energy for the formation created by the Buddha's heart lamp.

The eighteen bronze formations are certainly the strongest blow of the Kutuo monk, but the strength of the Kutuo monk is worse than the original Puyuan Venerable. To use the eighteen bronze formations, he needs to continue to consume his vitality and support It won’t be long.

This evil thing is too powerful. Once the Kutuo monk slackens, the 18-bronze array may fall apart. The Kutuo monk can only temporarily seal the seven-foot nail head by this formation, delaying time.

Seeing that the seven-foot nail head was temporarily controlled, the Kutuo monk's consciousness turned to Shen Lang.

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"My son, don't scare me, don't leave Xiaorou!"

Xiaorou held Shen Lang, tears raining down.

However, Xiao Rou also understood that she had not been killed by the blood contract technique, which proved that Shen Lang was still alive and could be saved!

She wiped away her tears, and with trembling hands, took out a large number of bottles and cans from the storage ring, no matter whether it was useful or not, she stuffed the top healing medicine into Shen Lang's mouth.

Shen Lang is not dead, but he is very close to death.

The origin of the Holy Yang War Qi at the center of the eyebrows gushes out a large amount of Holy Yang War Qi, filling the whole body.

It is a pity that dense black arcs surging from Shen Lang's wounds, these black arc energy sources continue to cause serious damage to Shen Lang's body.

The Shengyang battle gas in the body tried to dissolve the black arc at the wound, but the black arc was too evil and domineering. When the Shengyang battle gas touched the black arc, it turned into a burst of white smoke.

As for the healing elixirs and so on, they are like a stone sinking into the ocean, and they are of no use.

Unable to resolve the black arc in Shen Lang's body, Shen Lang's injury would not get better.

Xiao Rou felt that the last trace of Shen Lang's vitality was dying out, her anxious heart was cut like a knife, her chest was sweet, and her mouth spit out blood.

The Kutuo monk almost found out about Shen Lang's situation with his divine consciousness, and hurriedly initiated a voice transmission towards Xiaorou: "This female Taoist friend of the Tianhu tribe, the donor Shen has a powerful curse in his wounds, and ordinary treatment methods are used. It is impossible to treat Donor Shen."

"Donor Shen’s situation is critical. I will delay it for a minute or two, I’m afraid it’s really going to die. I also asked this female Taoist friend of the Tianhu tribe to rush to the cave where Lao Na’s residence is, and fill the blood of Donor Shen into three thousand. In the colored glaze cups. If three thousand colored glaze cups can be recognized as the master, Shen Donor may have hope of surviving!"