"Dong!"

The corpse bear had no time to dodge, and the right face was hit by the giant ape's plush fist, making a huge muffled sound.

"Ao!" The corpse bear screamed, and several of its teeth shattered, and a large amount of green blood spilled out of its mouth.

The golden giant ape was extremely violent, and its huge fists were bombarding and smashing at the corpse bear like raindrops.

In a few breaths, the corpse bear was beaten so hard that a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth, nose and ears, and he looked a little miserable.

The corpse bear is not a living creature, and he doesn't know what fear is. He keeps crying and fighting with the giant ape like crazy.

Su Ruoxue also rushed to the formation on the side, drawing his sword from time to time to strike out the sword light and hit the corpse bear.

Ten seconds later, under the overbearing attack of the golden giant ape, the corpse bear was beaten to a terrible surprise and could not even get up.

The giant ape grabbed the corpse bear's thick hind legs and smashed the corpse bear around like a whip.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

The corpse bear repeatedly collided with the ground, a large amount of green blood splattered everywhere, and cracks were smashed on the ground.

Seeing that it was almost done, Shen Lang removed his transformation, picked up the broken sky spear under his feet, circulated his true energy, and three crescent blue lights shot out.

Su Ruoxue also shot out a sword light with all his strength.

Two attacks hit the corpse bear's chest at the same time. The blue and white light collided with a loud explosion. The corpse bear's huge body flew more than ten meters away and fell to the ground with a bang.

The corpse bear was completely ravaged and screamed "screaming" from his mouth, a white thing exploded from his chest, and white air was overflowing from his body.

Shen Lang originally wanted to sacrifice Bai Qingshan to press over, but Su Ruoxue stopped: "Shen Lang, it's OK! If you continue to fight, this thing will die."

"Oh." Shen Lang stopped immediately.

After saying that, Su Ruoxue cast a blood charming light, and a blood light shot out from his eyes, completely greeting the body of the corpse bear.

The huge body of the corpse bear stopped moving, and a thick white air was about to be pulled out by the blood.

Shen Lang stretched out his hand and the Soul-Swallowing Bottle floated in his palm. True energy was injected into the bottle, and white light came out of the mouth of the bottle.

The white air in the body of the corpse bear was pulled out at a speed, and the large white air soul-swallowing bottle was forcibly sucked away.

The soul power of this corpse bear is indeed powerful enough, close to the soul power of a thousand virtual martial artists, and even equivalent to the soul power of half a Nirvana powerhouse.

Shen Lang was delighted. He spent a lot of his true energy to transform once. The soul in the soul swallowing bottle had obviously grown a lot.

After the soul was absorbed by the Soul-Swallowing Bottle, the huge body of the corpse bear instantly turned into ashes.

Su Ruoxue's pretty face was pale, and she used all her strength to exert the blood charm light twice, and her body reached its limit.

The main reason is that she does not have enough cultivation. Although the ability of the Blood Charm Divine Light is extremely amazing, it also needs to rely on the strength of the host himself.

"Shen Lang, we don't have much time, let's go!" Su Ruoxue said to Shen Lang with his energy.

Shen Lang nodded slightly, stepped forward and hugged the woman's slender waist, picked her up, and moved forward quickly.

Su Ruoxue's face turned red, and the two had many intimate actions. She gradually lost her awkwardness. She let the man hold her like this, closed her eyes and began to recover her luck.

After walking through the highway for a few minutes, Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue successfully left Guixue Ridge and finally passed the level.

Speaking of which, the level set in the Manchu God Palace is really too difficult. This is just the second level, and the difficulty is so perverted.

Shen Lang could not imagine how difficult the subsequent levels would be, but he had no choice but to hope to get a great killer weapon in this Manchu God Palace and get rid of the two Nirvana monks outside.

Only 30% of the four-color true energy in Shen Lang's body was left. It was almost impossible to pass the next level in such a weak state.

The treasure will only appear in the Barbarian God Palace after passing the third level. If you cannot pass the third level, everything will be free of discussion.

Shen Lang had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Fortunately, the soul swallowing bottle in Gui Crying Ridge absorbed a large amount of souls, and the levels behind should be able to let the dead bone puppet come out to help.

After passing through the end of Guichui Ridge, a white light flashed, and Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue were teleported out.

"Swish!"

Opening his eyes again, the place where the two of them came was a golden hall, with extremely gorgeous and magnificent shape, and the surrounding space was extremely wide, equivalent to a large square, but it was not open-air, with nearly tens of thousands of square meters.

A statue is enshrined in the center of the golden hall. The statue is a sturdy young man standing proudly, with a sword on his back, wearing armor, a cloak on his shoulders, a giant axe in his right hand, and an ancient lamp on his left and right.

The entire statue is amazing and gives people a solemn and dignified feeling, which cannot be ignored.

"Is this a sculpture of the barbarian god?" Shen Lang said in his heart.

I'm afraid the only one who worships in the Barbarian God Palace is probably the Barbarian God.

Of course, the statues in the Golden Hall are not the focus. The focus is that there are other people in this hall besides himself and Su Ruoxue.

There were about 200 monks sitting upright around the hall, sitting cross-legged and meditating to recover.

These people's bodies were covered with a golden light shield, and Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue were also covered with light shields.

Shen Lang also discovered that this golden light shield is equivalent to a certain defensive formation, blocking the outside world. When the outsiders make progress, the insides cannot get out.

"The third level, fighting! The level officially opens in one day. Everyone in the hall fights, and the last ten people left behind will be considered to pass the level. After passing the level, treasures will flow out." A heavy voice echoed in the ears of Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue again.

"Fight?" Shen Lang's eyes shrank, and he immediately understood the meaning of the third level.

No wonder the monks in the hall were covered by defensive formations.

This level is set very directly. At present, the monks sitting cross-legged everywhere in the hall should all pass the second level.

Now these monks are taking the time to meditate, recovering from the injuries and consumption that had passed the first and second levels before, and preparing for the fight that will officially start in a day.

The third level is equivalent to giving all the previous passers-by a chance to breathe and recover their blood. From this perspective, it seems fair.

The battle in this third level is also worth mentioning. The hall here is equivalent to a illusion array, but the power of the monk can be fully exerted.

Due to the magical power of the illusion array forbidden power, the monk who died in the fight will not die, but will be directly considered a failure to pass the level and teleported out.

Shen Lang took out a spirit-replenishing pill from the storage ring and handed it to Su Ruoxue, saying, "Snap time to recover."

Su Ruoxue said lightly, without saying much, she also understood the rules of this third level.

Shen Lang glanced at the monks in the hall, and there were about 200.

Shen Lang was in a coma and meditated for half an hour after passing the first level, so he came to the hall relatively late.

I remember that there should be tens of thousands of cultivators entering the Barbarian God Palace, and there are only more than 200 people left in the third level. The rest of the cultivators should have been eliminated by the first and second levels. This elimination rate is really outrageous.

More than 200 monks fought each other and decided the last ten, which was quite cruel. Fortunately, those who died in the fight would not really die.
Chapter completed!