Shen Lang's hair was standing up all over his body. The Wind Ghost King's move was extremely powerful, and it would be difficult to resist if he didn't do his best.

"Nine Nether Sword Formation!"

Shen Lang quickly sacrificed the Nine Swords of the Sky Star and used the Nine Nether Sword Formation.

"Swish swish swish!"

The nine flying swords formed countless sword shadows, shattering the surrounding space, forming a sword shadow space.

The condensed sword shadow space was also like a tornado, rushing towards the attacking black tornado.

"boom!!!"

A tremendous sound was heard, and the dazzling light covered everything around him. The sea water below was raised, the waves were surging, the black wind was howling, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

The Nine Nether Sword Formation blocked the attack of the Wind Ghost King. Shen Lang activated the Hunyuan Qi in the Dantian, and a white light barrier condensed around his body in an instant, easily blocking the impact of the explosion.

Feng Yaotian is worthy of being the young master of the Feng Ghost Clan, and his combat power seems to be stronger than the old man Shen Lang met before.

Fortunately, I have collected five wearable spiritual treasures, otherwise the situation will be really hard to say.

Feng Yaotian was not feeling well, and a countershock force from the explosion caused the Feng Ghost King's huge body to retreat thousands of meters.

He could not have expected that Shen Lang's strength was so strong that the "Void Storm" just now was his strongest natal magical power, and it could be taken over by this kid head-on!

Feng Yaotian also heard that Shen Lang defeated the Mahayana cultivator. At first he thought it was spreading rumors. Now, after seeing this, this dog bastard really has this kind of strength!

It was not seen with your own eyes that Feng Yaotian could not imagine that this great power was actually the hand of a fusion stage monk.

Shen Lang was unintentionally fighting. After taking the next blow, he turned around and flew towards the Ghost Prison.

"Miscellaneous, don't run away if you have any habit!"

The Wind Ghost King roared sternly and continued to rush towards Shen Lang.

Shen Lang rushed in front, and the huge Feng Ghost King behind him attacked him from time to time. Shen Lang relied on the Jiuyou Sword Formation to counterattack, and took Hunyuan's qi to defend, and after a single attack and defense, he was at ease.

The attacks of the Wind Ghost King can be blocked by Shen Lang. Even if some of the attacks hit Shen Lang, they were easily blocked by the Hunyuan Qi condensed from Shen Lang.

"Damn it, it's so weird!"

The Wind Ghost King's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. This kid's defense was like a wall of iron, and it was difficult to break the defense at all.

He guessed that the defensive barrier that Shen Lang used should be the Hunyuan Yiqi among the three Tiangang battle qi, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

Originally, this kid had four wearing Hunyuan magic weapons, just one Hunyuan armor, so he found his beloved concubine.

Not only was his beloved concubine's Hunyuan armor uniform snatched, but she was forced and violent by this kid! When Feng Yaotian thought of this, he was so angry that he was so angry.

While resisting the attack launched by the Wind Ghost King behind, Shen Lang flew towards the Ghost Prison.

After flying for 100,000 miles, Shen Lang saw a large area of ​​black fog suddenly appearing over the sea ahead. The sky and the sea surface were dark. The deeper it went, even the evil moon in the sky was covered, and his spiritual sense seemed to be trapped in a quagmire and could not be released.

It is rumored that there are tens of thousands of yin veins intertwined under the sea of ​​the island in the Ghost Prison, and the entire island will release a very heavy yin attribute aura, even with a hint of death.

These dead energy have no obvious impact on monks below the Mahayana stage. However, if monks in the Mahayana stage are infected with the dead energy, they will lose their lifespan.

"Stop it!"

Feng Yaotian knew that he could no longer move forward, so he shouted like crazy and grabbed Shen Lang with his right hand.

Shen Lang used a star slash with his backhand, repelling the Wind Ghost King.

The huge arms of the Wind Ghost King were hit by the sword shadow space, and he was covered in blood.

"Goodbye, Young Master of the Wind Ghost Clan!"

Shen Lang smiled coldly, raised a middle finger at Feng Yaotian, then turned around and plunged into the black fog.

"Ah!!! The macaque with the surname Chen, one day, I will want you to die without a place to bury!"

Feng Yao's whole body trembled and roared to the sky.

The angrily swelled to the extreme surged into his heart, Feng Yaotian's throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

This time I was so angry that I vomited blood!

They have already chased them outside the ghost prison, but they still have been run away by this kid.

No matter how angry he was, his last trace of reason was still there. Going forward, he might touch the Dutian Ghost Square Formation in the Ghost Prison. Feng Yaotian could only stop here and watched Shen Lang disappear from him.

...

Shen Lang flew towards the depths of the black fog. The oncoming black fog was not the turbid air, but the Yin-attribute spiritual energy mixed with a trace of dead air. Because it was extremely rich, it turned black.

Seeing that Feng Yaotian behind him did not catch up, he felt relieved and finally got rid of this big trouble.

Shen Lang knew very little about the ghost prison and could only move forward carefully.

Within the range covered by the black fog, there seemed to be some mysterious forbidden power. Shen Lang could not release his spiritual consciousness in the black fog, and the sky eagle's spiritual eyes could not be used.

You can only go deeper like a headless fly.

Soon, Shen Lang could finally vaguely see a huge island, which was the island that emitted black mist outwards.

This island is the Ghost Prison, also known as the "Ghost Prison Island". The entire island is about a radius of millions of miles and is densely filled with monks.

Generally, monks who enter the ghost prison basically offends who offend one force and are chased. Therefore, the ghost prison is relatively chaotic and has no laws. Everyone speaks by their strength, and the strong are respected.

The cultivators in the Ghost Prison are all amazing in strength.

Cultivators with weak cultivation dare not enter the Ghost Prison. Although the Ghost Prison is a place for desperados, it is limited to the strong. The weak will not live in the Ghost Prison for three days.

It is said that there are many cultivators in the fusion stage in the Ghost Prison, and there are countless cultivators in the Void Refining stage. The God Transformation stage is considered to be the lowest-level cultivation level.

The weakest and weakest monk at the Nascent Soul stage level can only act as a servant or even a slave to survive.

All in all, Ghost Prison is a very cruel place.

Shen Lang flew into the island and finally landed on a barren mountain south of the island.

After glanced around, Shen Lang was quite surprised.

Although the entire Ghost Prison Island is wrapped in black gas, there is no trace of black fog on the island, and the blood-red evil moon in the sky is clearly visible.

Unfortunately, as soon as Shen Lang's escape light fell, fifty or sixty escape lights suddenly flew from the mountain in the distance.

"Hahaha, I caught a big fat sheep this time!"

"Tsk tsk, it seems that it won't be too poor in the early stage of fusion!"

"The guys who came before were all trash, and this time, a fat guy finally came!"

The group of monks who flew over and talked about it.

"robber?"

Shen Lang glanced at the group of monks flying in, and listened to their conversation, it seemed that it was a group of robbers in the Ghost Prison.

Ghost Prison is a place of riots. Except for some cities controlled by major forces, you can fight anywhere, without moral constraints. As long as you have high strength, you can kill whatever you want, no one can control you.

It is so common for bandit groups like those who are eyeing new monks.
Chapter completed!