Shen Lang also heard of the name of the Spirit-Binding Lock. He is worthy of being a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and he can even bring out such an ancient treasure.

Once a monk hit by the spirit-binding lock, his whole body will be tied tightly by the chains and he will not be able to activate spiritual power for a period of time.

The spirit-binding lock is extremely difficult to defend against. Ordinary early-stage cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage will be hit if they are not careful.

However, Shen Lang is quite confident in the defense of the Jiuli Sword Formation, and the Jiuli Sword Formation itself also has the ability to integrate offense and defense.

"receive!"

Shen Lang shouted softly, activate the sword formation with all his strength, and quickly retracted the sword light.

Fortunately, the sword formation was activated quickly enough, and before the spirit-binding lock hit him, it retracted it to a position half a meter all over his body.

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A large number of sword lights blocked the silver chains, making a sharp sound like cutting glass, splashing out a dazzling golden light.

"Impossible, what kind of sword formation is this? It can be faster than the speed of the spirit-binding lock!" The skinny old man was shocked and angry, and Shen Lang's strength exceeded his imagination.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the spirit-binding lock was knocked away by a large number of sword lights.

The skinny old man hurriedly took back the spirit-binding lock in the air.

Under the strangulation of the Jiuli Sword Formation, all the blood soul zombies were killed in a few seconds.

"No! Treasure, you dare to destroy the blood corpse that I spent a hundred years to refine!"

The skinny old man roared angrily, feeling extremely painful, and was almost crying.

These blood-soul zombies are not only as simple as ghost pets, but also are his important cultivation methods. They can absorb the soul power devoured by the zombies from the blood-soul zombies and transform them into their own cultivation.

Now all the blood-soul zombies have been killed by Shen Lang, which means that the skinny old man suddenly lost the source of his diligent cultivation. How could he not feel distressed and angry!

The reason why the skinny old man sacrificed the blood-soul zombie from the beginning was mainly to let the blood-soul zombie control Shen Lang and then swallow the Nascent Soul in his Heavenly Spirit Cap. Unexpectedly, a cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul was so terrifying that his intestines were regretful.

Shen Lang sneered and activated the Jiuli Sword Formation with all his strength.^

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

A large number of sword lights flocked toward, surrounding the thin old man, and dense red and golden electric arcs bounced in the air.

The shocking Yuyang Golden Thunder finally made the thin old man look horrified.

"Your Excellency has time to surrender now. I will hand over your storage ring obediently. I can spare your life!" Shen Lang smiled coldly and returned it to him with his own way.

He knew that even if he could destroy the body of this middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he could still not keep the other party's Nascent Soul.

The skinny old man was so angry that he roared: "Boy, do you really think that a mere ragged sword formation can trap me? I don't believe that you are the continuous stream of Yuyang Golden Thunder, try the taste of my devil's corpse fire!"

After roaring, the skinny old man opened his mouth and sprayed a large amount of green flames.

The flames rose in the wind, forming a violent storm of flames that spread out towards the sword light that trapped him.

"Interesting!" Shen Lang sneered and immediately activated the nine thunder lightning swords to shoot out a large number of Yuyang Golden Thunder.

"boom!"

The dense red and golden lightning and green flames collided, making a deafening roar, and blue smoke rose everywhere.

Although the Demon Corpse Fire is extremely powerful, it is still suppressed by the Yuyang Golden Thunder in an instant.

"Is this the devil's corpse fire? Trash!" Shen Lang mocked.

A trace of hideousness flashed across the skinny old man's face, and he completely took out his strength. He flipped his right hand and took out a token as dark as ink, and started to activate it.

This is the fifth-ranked immortal cultivation sect in the southern continent of Yunjian, the treasure of the Ghost Immortal Sect, "Ten Thousand Ghosts Order".

Unfortunately, the skinny old man is a ghost cultivator. He has no choice but to use Shen Lang, who has a large amount of Yuyang Jin Lei. Even though he knows that he will be restrained by Jin Lei, he still has to bite the bullet!

Once the Ten Thousand Ghosts were activated, a dense black light appeared, and the thin old man was shrouded in a fog of black mist.

"Aoah!"

For a moment, the ghosts burst into tears, and tens of thousands of ghosts flew out of the token, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

The leader is an eighth-level ghost dragon with an amazing aura, no less than that of an ordinary eighth-level transformation demon cultivator!

"Break this sword formation for me!" The skinny old man shouted loudly.

The ghost dragon spread its teeth and claws, rushed towards the sword light that trapped the skinny old man in the sky, and a large number of ghosts flocked out.

Shen Lang was a little numb, and he had never seen such a terrifying group of ghosts.

The strength of this thin old man is really amazing. He is just winning over the sword formation and the Yuyang Golden Thunder, otherwise he would never be his opponent.

Without thinking too much, Shen Lang tried his best to activate the Jiuli Sword Formation and Yuyang Jinlei to give full play to his strengths.

"Boom!"

The sword light kept strangling all kinds of ghosts, bursts of lightning and thunder, and the roar of evil ghosts, and the battle scene was extremely fierce.

The thin old man spit out a large mouthful of essence and blood, and tried his best to exert spiritual power into the token. The number of ghosts in the painted black token was simply unimaginable. There were no 100,000, and there were seventy or eighty thousand ghosts! Moreover, a large number of ghosts were at the level of the ghost king.

The Jiuli Sword Formation is amazing, but it consumes extremely spiritual power when activated. After all, this is the first time Shen Lang uses the sword formation to fight against the enemy, which is really unbearable.

Several times, the thin old man almost broke the sword formation, but Shen Lang still gritted his teeth and persevered.

After spending just one minute, the Yuyang Golden Thunder had consumed more than half of the number of ghosts, and more than half of the number of ghosts had been killed. As for the Demon Corpse Fire, it had long been wiped out by the Golden Thunder.

Shen Lang's face was a little gloomy. It was too much to activate the sword formation, and the spiritual power in his body had already been consumed 90%.

After all, the skinny old man is a cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. His spiritual power is much deeper than Shen Lang. If he continues to consume this, he will be a little bad!

Things have developed to this point and it is impossible to be weaker anymore. Shen Lang took out a jade bottle containing rain dew nectar from the storage ring, and directly raised his head and swallowed two drops of jade dew nectar.

"Bang!"

Shen Lang's lower abdomen warmed, and a large amount of spiritual power poured into his dantian like a wave, and the spiritual power in his body instantly recovered by 80%.

"Yulu Nienkong!"

The thin old man instantly looked like earth. Unexpectedly, Shen Lang had such an extremely rare thing in the world of cultivation.

The Yuyang Golden Thunder consumed in the Lei Ze lightsaber can be restored through warming up, but if the ghosts in the "Ten Thousand Ghosts Order" of the thin old man dies, it means that he is really dead.

Damn, this kid is simply a monster!

The skinny old man gradually changed from anger to fear. The boy had too many Yuyang Golden Thunders, and the treasures on his body emerged one after another.

Being trapped by the sword formation, it is difficult for me to fight back.

"roar!"

The eighth-level ghost dragon was still struggling to death, and only this ghost emperor-level ghost could barely resist the sharpness of the Yuyang Golden Thunder.

Seeing that it was almost done, Shen Lang opened his mouth and sprayed two thick Kanli thunder and lightning.

"boom!"

Kanli thunder and lightning hit the ghost dragon in a cold manner, making a huge roar.

At the same time, Shen Lang pinched his fingers, and more than a dozen sword lights in the sword formation hit the ghost dragon at the same time, and the dense Yuyang golden thunder shot out.

The huge body of the ghost dragon was finally defeated by two kinds of thunders. After making a terrifying roar, it turned into ashes.

"Hiss, can you still release the lightning of Kanli!?"

The skinny old man took a breath of cold air and was shocked again.

Kanli thunder and lightning, Yuyang Jinlei, the three major yang thunders in the cultivation world, this person actually mastered two types. Isn’t this too perverted?

"Fellow Taoist, stop beating, I admit defeat!" Under tremendous pressure, the thin old man chose to admit defeat.
Chapter completed!