The two human-shaped ghosts are about 1,000 meters tall, and their bodies are black ink. One of them has a cow's head, two pairs of huge and curved horns on their heads, holding a giant axe, black smoke all over their bodies, and emitting a corpse air, which smells bad.

The other one had a horse's head, holding a machete, his eyes were covered with bloody flames, his mouth was bloody, and his face was extremely ferocious.

"Roar!" The two evil spirits roared in a deep voice, emitting an extremely terrifying aura, which made the air around them solidify.

"Niutao and horse face?" Shen Lang, who was escaping, turned around and glanced at the two evil spirits, and his face changed drastically.

It is rumored that the bullhead and horse face are the Rakshasa ghost clan in the ghost world, and their strength is extremely terrifying.

The Rakshasa ghost is the most advanced evil spirit, and the weakest Rakshasa ghost is all at the level of the Ghost Lord, and has the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage! Although the two bull-headed and horse-faced faces in front of you are amazing, they are only the cultivation level of the late-stage Nascent Soul. It should be the phantom of the Ghost Lord, not the entity.

Even so, the ability of the Tiangui Mirror is too amazing. It can summon two late-stage evil ghosts! Shen Lang is a little unbelievable.

In fact, it takes a certain price to summon a cow head and horse face.

Even the great monks in the late stage of the Nascent Soul need to spend a lot of their natal essence as sacrifices to summon these two ghost masters.

Unfortunately, Shen Lang's Lei Ze splitting sword was not on his body, otherwise the Yuyang Golden Thunder could still be used to suppress these two evil spirits.

Seeing that the Northern Land Alliance Army finally came over, Shen Lang felt relieved. The only tricky thing now is how to deal with these two evil spirits in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

I don’t think about so many things for the time being. The monks in the East Lin Nascent Soul who were chasing themselves just now also gave up the pursuit and began to resist the strong attack of the Northern Land Alliance Army head-on.

Seeing this, Shen Lang stopped escaping, and the golden roc turned back into human body.

The fantasy dragon in the fantasy dragon seal shrank less than ten meters because it exhausted its power. Its aura was in danger and it was no longer able to resist the attack.

Shen Lang thought about it, and the fantasy dragon flew back into the fantasy dragon seal, and the light of the jade seal in his hand dimmed a lot.

After taking back the storage ring from the fantasy dragon seal, Shen Lang immediately took out the Qixuan Qin.

Now that there is no Lei Ze’s light-sword, Qi Xuanqin is his most important magic weapon to defend against enemies.

This treasure does not consume much spiritual power, and it has extremely strong group attacks, making it very suitable for the battlefield.

The war officially began.

The armies of both sides have been close contact.

In the battle group at the forefront, the Nascent Soul Cultivator in the North Land is fighting with the Nascent Soul Cultivator in the East.

There are 16 Nascent Soul Stage monks in the North Land and 17 Nascent Soul Stage monks in the East. The strength of the two sides is not very different.

However, the appearance of two bull-headed and horse-faced faces in the late stage of the Nascent Soul was broken.

Fortunately, after summoning the NiuTao Horse Face through the Tiangui Mirror, the bald old man in the commander of the Donglin Army had almost zero combat power, and he had to concentrate on urging the Tiangui Mirror to control the NiuTao Horse Face.

Even so, the bald old man sat on the shoulder of the bull-headed ghost, and no Nascent Soul stage has the ability to get close to him. The bull-headed ghost's strength is too terrifying and can almost block all attacks.

"Niutao and Horse Face, kill that shemale who is neither male nor female first!" The bald old man roared, and the Niutao and Horse Face roared loudly, and immediately launched an attack on the Fengyue Old Demon.

The old demon Fengyue withstood the pressure and urged the pseudo-precious spiritual treasure Tianshuiling to counterattack, and a large number of ice dragons poured out.

Gu Tianning assisted the old demon Fengyue from the side to resist the fierce attack of the bullhead and horse face.

Shen Langfei returned to the sky above the battle group ahead, sat upright in the void, began to play the piano, and played the seven immortal sounds.

The agile sound of the piano bursts out from the strings, crisp and pleasant. The sound of the piano is not loud, but it clearly echoes in everyone's ears.

Xuanyuan Hongmuxue and other cultivators in the Northern Land Yuanying stage were stunned when they saw Shen Lang playing the piano on the battlefield. They didn't help but look stunned. They didn't know which Shen Lang played.

Generally, instrumental magic weapons in the shape of piano have no attack power, but the genius-refined Yaoqin like Emperor Xuan is an exception.

An old man from the early stage of the Qing robe who was standing in the sky and playing the piano, he immediately activated the bone knife magic weapon in his hand and threw it towards Shen Lang.

Several cultivators in the Jingdan stage behind him also took the opportunity to attack Shen Lang and threw out magic weapons one after another.

Just then.

"Spray!" Shen Lang shouted in a low voice, and the sound of the piano suddenly became rapid, as clear as a splash of jade, and as trembling as a dragon's roar.

The white jade-colored Qixuan zither glowed with a dazzling green light.

The next moment.

Nearly forty blue sword lights surged out of the Yaoqin, crisscrossing and flying forward.

"Boom!" The dense blue sword light directly bombarded the flying bone sword magic weapon into several pieces.

The magic weapons thrown by the monks in the Kalpa stage turned into powder directly with the explosion.

"My Bone Demon Sword!" The natal magic weapon was destroyed, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of the mouth of the old man in the green robe, and his face showed a look of horror and flesh pain.

Shen Lang continued to play the seven immortal sounds, the sound of the piano became sharper and sharper, and the green sword lights surged out more and more.

After suffering a great loss, the old man in green robe was shocked and wanted to distance himself from Shen Lang when he saw that the situation was not good.

However, the blue sword lights that flew out faster than him, and directly swallowed him in like a storm. With a muffled "bang", the body of the old man in the green robe turned into blood mist.

The several monks in the Jingdan stage behind were also killed by the astonishing sword light and had no ability to resist.

With one encounter, he killed an early stage of Nascent Soul cultivator. Shen Lang's strength was terrifying, which caused the eyes of those who were facing the eastward Nascent Soul on the battlefield to be horrified.

"That kid is a big trouble. Go to a few more people to deal with him!" The bald old man sitting on the shoulder of the bull-headed ghost shouted loudly.

As soon as the roar fell, three early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators flew towards Shen Lang, showing an unkind look on their faces.

A contemptuous sneer flashed across Shen Lang's mouth, and the fingertips of his hands quickly twisted on the strings, and the sound of the piano was loud and loud.

A large number of blue sword lights flew out like waves, and thousands of swords were fired together, and the scene was quite spectacular.

"Hiss!" Seeing that the attack was so powerful, the three early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators took a breath of cold air and all used magic weapons to resist.

Shen Lang used all his strength to activate the spitting light used by Qixuanqin, which was only slightly less powerful than the Jiuli Sword Formation, and was more than enough to deal with three early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

The three early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators rushed to resist for a while, but they couldn't hold on anymore, and one of them even had a magic weapon shattered.

"Crazy Thunder and Wind Eagle, kill that little beast Shen Lang for me!" The bald old man controlled the bullhead and horse face while commanding the battlefield.

His face was extremely gloomy and he believed that Shen Lang was a big disaster and he must be eradicated.

"Chir!" A sharp eagle roar sounded.

The huge thunder and wind eagle flapped its purple wings and flew over at an extremely fast speed. The pale golden claws released a large number of purple arcs and grabbed Shen Lang with the momentum of thunder.
Chapter completed!