"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 to 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 had a rare opportunity to take 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 Soul in the entire Yunjian Continent.

The thin 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 have already considered you lucky and lucky to come to die if I didn't cause trouble for you, so I dared to come to die!" Seeing that the other party was so rude, Shen Lang felt a little unhappy and said: "I am a Nascent Soul cultivator. You are so rude, it's a bit too much.

"The thin old man said with a sinister expression: "Boy, you really think you are a character."

I have also heard of the Nascent Soul Cultivator in the North Land. You can report it to the name.

"Shen Lang from Tianquan Sect.

"Shen Lang said coldly.

"Tianquan Sect? Hahaha, isn't that the garbage sect at the end of the ranking?" The thin 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?" Shen Lang had anger in his heart. This old thing was really too presumptuous.

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

"Shen Lang had just become a baby and was naturally not very familiar with the Nascent Soul cultivators in the North Land, but 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 thin old man smiled and intimidated: "Boy, don't say much nonsense."

My deity’s 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 obediently. When I am happy, I will let you go!" When Shen Lang heard this, he was 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, you dare to shout to me and die!" The thin old man looked extremely gloomy and was too lazy to talk nonsense. He threw a black leather bag on his waist into the air.

"Roar roar!" Countless low and strange roars came, and more than twenty zombies emerged from the black bag, each with horns on their heads, red all over, full of fierceness.

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.

"Roar roar!" 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 lightning swords around him soared into the sky, turning into meteors, rotating around Shen Lang at an extremely fast speed.

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 were divided 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 originally sneered disdainfully could not 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 formations in the cultivation world are generally used to trap enemies, and at least five or six people are required to lay them 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.

But its power has reached an appalling 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.

"Qi!" 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. In 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 thin old man roared in dismay, 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 more seconds, all the blood-soul zombies you have worked hard to refine will be strangled by this strange sword formation.

The skinny old man looked ashen and immediately threw out a silver chain.

"Swish!" 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.

In ancient times, many ancient treasures were refined in batches, because they were very practical, and the spirit-binding lock was one of them, and they were extremely well-known.

The thin old man knew that Shen Lang had the Yuyang Golden Thunder, and felt that even if he used some secret ghost techniques, the effect would not be ten.
Chapter completed!