The only possibility is that the Hunyuan colorful umbrella sacrificed by Shen Lang absorbed the magic light released by the Heavenly Demon Wand just now and could be used by himself.

The lame old man was shocked and unexpectedly, this kid's prehistoric spiritual treasure had such a terrifying ability.

"Boom!" The black magic light like a wave collided with the fire dragon, and a shocking explosion broke out.

The huge fire dragon was swallowed by the magic light in its roar, and the extremely hot flames on its body gradually disappeared.

The ring thrown by the lame old man was nothing more than a broken spiritual treasure. When he hit the magic spirit, his power was obviously not as powerful as the magic light released by the genuine spiritual treasure heavenly wand.

Under the black magic light strangled in the sky, the fire dragon's body split into pieces and the flames instantly dissipated.

The magic light killed the fire dragon, and the circles in front of the lame old man were shaken away. The spiritual power in his body was chaotic, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, very good! Boy, you are the first Nascent Soul cultivator who can hurt me!" The lame old man roared angrily.

Shen Lang sneered and said, "Maybe he is the first monk to kill you!" As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang activated the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella with all his strength. The seven-colored umbrella rotated at high speed in the air. Black magic light surged from the umbrella suit, like a rushing wave, swallowing towards the lame old man.

The power of a large number of Dutian Hunyuan Demon Lights is terrifying to a terrifying state. Although the lame old man wished to peel off Shen Lang's skin, he could only turn off attack to defense in the face of such a terrifying attack.

"Bodhi Bell, go!" The lame old man looked extremely ferocious and threw out a golden bell.

The golden bell has a simple shape and looks like a chime. The bell is engraved with dense Buddhist symbol marks.

The lame old man frantically injected huge amounts of spiritual power into the golden bell.

"Buzz!" I saw dazzling and dazzling spiritual inscriptions and a large number of ""-like inscriptions on the surface of the golden bell. The small bell rose by a hundred meters high, and a golden Buddha phantom was condensed on the surface.

The Buddha clasped his hands together, and thousands of Buddha lights rose from his back, as dazzling as the sun.

This Bodhi Bell is a rare purely defensive spiritual treasure. The golden bell covers the lame old man with a tight defense.

A large number of Dutian Hunyuan demon lights attacked the Bodhi Bell crazily, and the Buddha light gushed out of the Bodhi Bell offset all the demon lights.

This powerful Buddha light is the nemesis of the magic light.

The black magic light is difficult to break through the Bodhi Bell's defense.

"Cao, why does this old thing have another prehistoric spiritual treasure?" Shen Lang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. The golden bell must have also been a prehistoric spiritual treasure, otherwise it would not have such a perverted defense.

He never dreamed that this old, disabled person with a lame and disabled person had so many prehistoric spiritual treasures on his body! When did the prehistoric spiritual treasures become cabbage? You know, the Yuanhe Double Saints who have been king in the Tianhai for thousands of years have only two prehistoric spiritual treasures, and one of them is even damaged.

A lame disabled person actually had three prehistoric spiritual treasures, which really made Shen Lang unbelievable.

After all, the opponent's aura is much weaker than the Yuanhe Double Saints. How could a cultivator in the early stage of the God Transformation stage possess such a powerful treasure? Shen Lang was too lazy to think about it. The Lei Ze light sword was his natal magic weapon. Now it was broken and he was subjected to a strong backlash. In addition, he had consumed a certain amount of natal essence. Now his body was a little weak, but the Holy Yang battle energy could still be suppressed.

The other party is a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage. At present, except for the attack of the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella that is effective against the lame old man, Shen Lang's other attacks seem to be unable to play any role.

Under the helplessness, Shen Lang had to grit his teeth and continue to urge the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella to release the magic light and attack the other party's Bodhi Bell.

Fortunately, the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella had just absorbed a huge amount of magic light, and Shen Lang could hold on for a while.

However, this Bodhi bell is extremely strong and has the Buddha's light outside, so it is difficult to break.

The main reason is that the Buddha light is too restrained by Du Tian Hunyuan Demon Light. If the demon light is replaced with the innate clutch and divine light, it is estimated that it will break the opponent's defense.

Shen Lang felt panicked, but he didn't know that the lame old man was already a little scared.

The lame old man is in extremely poor condition. He consumed a lot of spiritual power before fighting with Shen Lang. In addition, he had hidden diseases in his body, which was extremely unfavorable to fight with others.

Until now, the battle has mainly relied on the combat power piled up by several prehistoric spiritual treasures.

Although the prehistoric spiritual treasure is good, it also has its disadvantages, which is that the amount of spiritual power consumes too much.

When he used the Heavenly Demon Wand to attack Shen Lang before, the lame old man had already consumed a lot of spiritual power. Now this Bodhi Bell consumes even more spiritual power than the Heavenly Demon Wand.

The spiritual power in the lame old man's body was almost exhausted, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

Once the Bodhi Bell is cut off from its spiritual power supply, it will not be able to exert any power. The lame old man feels that he will definitely be strangled by the Hunyuan Demon Light in the sky! The lame old man regrets his intestines. He had known that the other party's Hunyuan magic weapon could absorb the light beam, and he would not have used the Heavenly Magic Wand to attack the other party even if he had been killed. Now he is being used by the other party.

After a while, the lame old man found that the spiritual power in his body was less than half of it and was about to be consumed. The old man finally showed a hint of fear.

If you are killed by a Nascent Soul cultivator for a lifetime, it would be a great shame and a lame old man would not accept it.

Of course, he still cares more about his life, and he doesn't want to die yet.

The old lame man's face was unstable, so he decided to calm Shen Lang first and say a few good words to alleviate the other party's hostility.

He said indifferently: "Boy, this attack cannot break my defense.

Things have reached this point, and you and I can't do anything to each other. There is really no need to fight. We might as well stop?" "Stop? You really want to stop?" Shen Lang was alert and smiled coldly.

Seeing Shen Lang say this, the lame old man felt that Shen Lang didn't seem so cruel and ruthless. Saying a few good words might make the other party's hostility disappear.

"Yes, it doesn't make any sense for us to continue fighting.

I have already agreed with your strength. Why don’t we take a step back? The sky is wide open?" The lame old man suggested.

Shen Lang was a little speechless. He really didn't know how the other person had a skin, and he still had a wide range of things. The old man with a lame thought wrong. Shen Lang was a cruel and ruthless person. He knew very well the serious consequences of letting a monk in the Transformation Stage.

The other party seems to be a well-known big family in Longyuan Continent, and Shen Lang already has the will to kill him.

The words of the lame old man obviously exposed his weakness.

Shen Lang is not a fool, of course he can see it.
Chapter completed!