“Buzz!”

A roar suddenly came from the entire valley.

Immediately afterwards, layers of gray light appeared in the stone wall in front of Shen Lang, rippling towards the surroundings like ripples.

The scene in front of me changed instantly and turned into a huge valley cave. The inside was pitch black, with gusts of cold wind, which looked gloomy and weird.

A thin old man in black robe flew out of the cave and furiously said at Shen Lang outside the cave: "Who is a little girl, dares to be arrogant in front of me!"

Shen Lang glanced at the thin old man, his eyes shrank slightly, and his mind was very trembling.

It's really unbelievable that the person in front of him actually has the middle stage of Nascent Soul cultivation! No wonder he is so confident.

Shen Lang's face became a little ugly, thinking that his luck was too good. He rarely took the initiative to cause trouble for others, and actually encountered a monk in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. You should know that there were not many monks in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul in the entire Yunjian Continent.

The skinny old man glanced at Shen Lang, with a disdainful expression on his lips, and said coldly: "A mere early-stage monk killed me, a blood-soul zombie. I didn't cause trouble for you, you are already lucky and lucky. You dare to come to your door to die!"

Seeing that the other party was so rude, Shen Lang felt a little unhappy and said, "I am a Nascent Soul cultivator, and you are so rude, it's a bit too much."

The thin old man said with a grim expression: "Boy, you really think you are a character. I have heard of it from the Nascent Soul Cultivator in the North Land. Please report it to the name."

"Shen Lang of Tianquan Sect." Shen Lang said coldly.

"Tianquan Sect? Hahaha, isn't that the garbage sect at the end of the ranking?" The skinny old man smiled contemptuously and said contemptuously: "Tianquan Sect, I only know two Nascent Soul cultivators with the surname Jiang and Lu. When did there be one more surnamed Shen?"

A burst of anger broke out in Shen Lang's heart. This old guy was really too presumptuous.

He asked with a expressionless face: "Who is your monk? I have also heard of the Nascent Soul Stage monks of the North Mainland sect and have never seen you."

Shen Lang had just become a baby and was naturally not very familiar with the Nascent Soul cultivators in the North Land. However, Shen Lang had seen the portraits of the Nascent Soul cultivators several times, and at least he could recognize all the Nascent Soul cultivators in the North Land, unless they were some seclusion cultivators who had been living in seclusion for many years.

The thin old man in front of him was very unfamiliar. Shen Lang recalled carefully and concluded that he had never seen a portrait of this person.

"Who said that I am a monk from the North Land?" The skinny old man smiled and intimidated: "Boy, there is no need to say much nonsense. My retreat is not something you can come whenever you want or leave whenever you want. If you want to leave here alive, hand over the storage ring. When I am happy, I will let you go!"

When Shen Lang heard this, he became furious and his lips twitched slightly: "You are not afraid of the wind and your tongue flashing! Shen didn't want to fight with you, but you forced me, don't blame me for being polite."

"Baoman, dare to shout to me and die for me!"

The skinny old man looked extremely gloomy and was too lazy to talk nonsense. He threw a black leather bag on his waist into the air.

"Ho huh!"

Countless low and strange roars came, and more than twenty zombies emerged from the black bag, one by one with horns on their heads, red all over their bodies, full of ferocious aura.

The skinny old man released more than twenty blood-soul zombies at the peak of the Killing Dan in one breath, making Shen Lang take a breath of coldness.

This person actually raised so many blood-soul zombies?

For ordinary early-stage monks of Nascent Soul, a blood-soul zombie is easy to deal with, but more than twenty of them came at once. Even if they could suppress these zombies, they would have to peel off their skin.

What's more, these zombies seem to be just the other party's ghost pets.

Shen Lang did not dare to be negligent, so he sacrificed nine thunder sparrow swords in one breath, which swayed around at high speed, and the golden sword was still "crackling" with electric arcs.

"Ho huh!"

More than twenty blood-soul zombies pounced towards Shen Lang like mad dogs, with an extremely violent aura.

"Nine Li Sword Formation!"

Shen Lang shouted softly, and the nine thunder light swords around him soared into the sky, turning into meteors, rotating around Shen Lang at an extremely fast speed at a hundred meters.

The speed is so fast that even the spiritual consciousness cannot capture the position of the sword light.

Shen Lang pinched the magic tricks of the Jiuli Sword Formation with both fingers, and the sword lights in the air were divided into three and three into nine. The original nine sword lights suddenly turned into ninety-nine eighty-one sword lights!

The dense sword lights were like bright golden meteors, covering Shen Lang in the meteor.

"Sword Formation!?"

The thin old man who had a disdainful sneer on his face, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this strange scene and showed an incredible expression.

Logically speaking, the sword formation is very complicated. The sword formation in the cultivation world is generally used to trap enemies, and it requires at least five or six people to lay it down.

The boy in front of him didn't know what strange skills he had practiced, but he could set up a sword formation with his own strength, which really made the thin old man's eyes almost fall off.

The Jiuli Sword Formation is just the initial simple version of the Tiangang Sword Formation. It relies on nine flying swords to operate and belongs to a small sword formation. However, its power has reached a terrifying level.

Two blood-soul zombies were about to rush into the range of the sword formation.

"Sher!"

As soon as the two zombies touched the range of the sword formation, they were dismantled by several sword lights and killed in an instant. Red and golden electric arcs were still bounced on the flesh and blood clots, and thick blue smoke was emitted.

"disease!"

Shen Lang activates the sword formation with all his strength, and a large number of sword lights around him strangle towards the group of blood-soul zombies like thunder and lightning.

"Boom!"

A large number of sword lights intertwined, and red and golden arcs fell. When one encounter, six or seven blood-soul zombies were destroyed and their bodies turned into minced meat, which was a terrible sight.

"Yuyang Golden Thunder!"

The skinny old man roared in a flash, with a hint of horror in his eyes.

Yuyang Jinlei is the deadly nemesis of these ghost cultivators! The thin old man never expected that a mere early stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul could not only sacrifice the sword formation, but also release such powerful Yuyang Jinlei.

I'm afraid that if you wait a few seconds, all the blood-soul zombies you have worked hard to refine will be strangled by this strange sword formation. The thin old man looked ashen and immediately threw out a silver chain.

"call out!"

The silver chains were like a long snake, attacking Shen Lang with lightning speed.

"Young Master, be careful, this is the ancient treasure spirit-binding lock!" Xiaorou panickedly sent a voice transmission to Shen Lang.

The Spirit-Binding Lock was considered a famous ancient treasure in ancient times. There were many ancient treasures in ancient times that were refined in batches because they were very practical. The Spirit-Binding Lock was one of them and it was very well-known.
Chapter completed!