Seeing that Shen Lang was subdued so easily, Bai Hang's face was ferocious and he was very happy.

Waste is waste. A scum with such weak cultivation dares to clamor at himself?

Bai Hang finally let out anger and said sinisterly: "Boy, it's not good to be trapped in the Chongyuan Bowl? Humph, before my master comes back, you should stay in my Chongyuan Bowl obediently. Once you find out that your identity is wrong, I will destroy you as soon as possible!"

The strange black gale wind was lingering in the Chongyuan Bowl. As soon as Shen Lang was covered in it, he felt a huge and extremely heavy pressure from space coming, causing his body to sink suddenly, as if thousands of mountains suddenly pressed on his back at the same time!

This bowl is not as simple as an ordinary trapped magic weapon. When he was trapped in the bowl, Shen Lang found that the vitality of his body was being sucked away bit by bit!

This strange bowl actually has the vicious effect of absorbing the energy of the cultivator!

"Hahaha, this is the way to treat guests in your Tianhu clan? Chen really has witnessed it."

Trapped in the bowl, Shen Lang laughed in a bad mood. Under the pressure of terrifying gravity, the muscles in his body were trembling wildly, and the bones were "crackling" sounds.

"A mere human monk is not worthy of coming to our Tianhu clan's tribe. What else do you want to talk to me about hospitality? Don't laugh at me for a long time, just keep it in the Chongyuan Bowl honestly!" Bai Hang smiled grimly.

Shen Lang was so angry that he was not willing to suffer such humiliation.

Xiaorou was shocked and angrily scolded: "Senior Brother, you are too much! Shen Lang didn't mess with you, so please let him out quickly!"

Bai Hang advised: "Xiao Rou, don't be excited. Senior brother is just worried about your safety. Never listen to the sweet words of this human monk. Everything will be decided when the master returns."

When Bai Hang said this, he felt extremely jealous and hatred, and he wanted to stab Shen Lang to death with one knife! He wanted Chongyuan Bo to suck the kid's vitality.

"No need, since this is how your Tianhu clan treats guests, don't blame Chen for being rude!"

Shen Lang, trapped in Chongyuan Bowl, had a very sinister face. He hated the most in his life those demon cultivators who were arrogant and regarded human cultivators as ants.

If a tiger does not show its power, do you really think that it is a soft persimmon?

"Sword Domain!"

Shen Lang rolled up his sleeves, and the violent white sword shadows rushed out from him like a sea of ​​storms and attacked in all directions of the round bowl.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang!!!"

The earth-shaking burst sounded in the round bowl, and the sound was extremely harsh and sharp, and the terrifying energy surged all over the place, rushing towards the edge of the round bowl.

The huge Chongyuan Bowl shook violently, and a large amount of black wind suddenly surged out of the surface of the round Bowl, sweeping around Jinghua Valley Square.

Bai Hang's face changed drastically, and his palms penetrated spiritual power into the Chongyuan Bowl, stabilizing the round bowl without being broken by internal attacks.

A large number of black beams suddenly burst out from the round bowl, blocking the sword shadow space that kept rushing around. Large areas of white and black light intertwined.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang!" Chong Yuan Bo bounced around the ground, vibrating violently.

"Nine-turning Dharma Seal!"

While Shen Lang continued to activate the sword domain, he used the Nine-Turn Magic Seal, and a nine-pointed star halo rose from behind. His body was covered by a thick silver light wall, defending against the impact of the explosion and avoiding harming himself.

"It's really weird!"

In order to stabilize Chongyuan Bo, Bai Hang was already sweating profusely and couldn't help but show a hint of fear on his face.

Only this kid can combine his peak cultivation level, but he can release such a powerful attack?

"Break it for me!"

Shen Lang let out a loud shout, his fingertips pointing upwards, urging the sword domain to the extreme.

A huge number of white sword shadows swept out from him with the power of the tsunami and mountain collapse, turning into a giant vortex-like sword shadow space, rushing straight up!

"Boom boom boom!!!"

A violent explosion sounded like the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the inside of the round bowl was covered with dazzling white light.

The terrifying sword shadow vortex kept rotating and colliding at the top of the round bowl, like a tightly biting gear.

"drink!"

Bai Hang shouted angrily and tried his best to activate his spiritual power to stabilize the Chongyuan Bowl. He just didn't believe in this evil. Can a mere trash at the peak of the fusion shake the Chongyuan Bowl, one of his natal magic weapons?

After a stalemate for several seconds.

"Bang!!!"

A dull explosion came, and a huge gap was shot out from the top of the Chongyuan Bowl, which was like a hill, was shot out by a white sword shadow vortex. The Chongyuan Bowl collapsed on a large scale and turned into countless fragments of residue!

Shen Lang flew out of the broken Chongyuan bowl, safe and sound, and his eyes were extremely dull.

"Impossible! My Chongyuan Bowl!"

Bai Hang's eyes were wide open, and he never dreamed that Shen Lang could destroy his natal magic weapon!

Ordinary demon cultivators rarely use magic weapons to defend against enemies, but some top demon cultivators in the Mahayana stage will still refine a few natal magic weapons for backup.

This heavy Yuan Bowl is a natal magic weapon made by Bai Hang's efforts. Its power and strength are close to the lowest ranking. It would have been destroyed by a human cultivator with such a weak cultivation... It was not seen with your own eyes, and Bai Hang couldn't believe it.

After Shen Lang broke through the peak of the fusion, the power of the sword domain increased by 30%. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have broken Bai Hang's Chongyuan Bowl so easily.

Xiaorou originally wanted to rescue Shen Lang, but when she saw that Shen Lang could break Bai Hang's Chongyuan Bowl with her own strength, her pretty face also showed horror.

Senior Brother Bai Hang is a late-stage cultivator of the Mahayana stage. The natal magic weapon he activated was actually broken and destroyed by Shen Lang. It can be seen how horrifying Shen Lang's strength has reached? He has greatly underestimated the strength of the young master.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

Xiaorou flashed to Shen Lang and asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Shen Lang shook his head.

Seeing that Shen Lang's breath was as usual and he seemed to be not hurt, Xiaorou breathed a sigh of relief and blamed herself: "I'm sorry, it was Xiaorou who was careless just now. This time, Xiaorou will not let her senior brother hurt the young master again."

After saying that, Xiaorou stood beside Shen Lang, staring at Bai Hang with staring eyes and shouting: "Senior Brother, if you dare to attack the young master again, don't blame Xiaorou for being polite!"

"Xiao Rou, you!"

Bai Hang was struck by lightning, and his heart was broken. His clean and innocent junior sister was willing to turn against him for an outsider?

Shen Lang gently pressed Xiaorou's shoulders, stepped forward, glanced at Bai Hang, and said coldly: "It's not that Shen intended to cause trouble, but you did it first. In view of your position as Xiaorou's senior brother, Shen will not pursue this matter. I hope the Taoist will do it with kindness."

Bai Hang was already extremely unhappy. Seeing that Shen Lang dared to show off, he immediately exploded in anger and roared angrily: "You dare to shout to me for the waste of human race? Do you really think this Jinghua Valley is a place where you can come whenever you want and go whenever you want?"
Chapter completed!