Shen Lang continued to kill at this speed, and it would be no problem to kill one billion enemies in less than half an hour.

In fact, this speed is still a bit slow.

Of course, the most efficient magic power is to use the Hundred Eyes.

But unless it was absolutely necessary, Shen Lang did not want to use this killer weapon.

To cast the Hundred Eyes Death, Shen Lang needs to burst out all the energy accumulated in the demon seed in one breath. Once it is used once, it will take at least one month or even several months of warming period before it can be used for the second time.

The most important thing is that every time Shen Lang uses hundreds of eyes to perish, he can more or less feel that the evil nature of the demon seed is stimulated. If this magical power is used too many times, it will inevitably have a serious impact on Shen Lang's own mentality.

Instead of spending some time, Shen Lang was not willing to use the Hundred Eyes to perish easily.

"Boom boom boom!"

The Blood Sandal Holy Demon used Xuanhua's axe to the extreme, and the golden light blade in the sky was shot out from the axe blade, raging the battlefield.

Wherever the light blade passed, all the enemy troops were bombarded and killed into powder.

The monks of the Liushamen and the Vajra Sect were frightened and completely lost their fighting spirit, and fled four times.

It's so terrifying, this kind of enemy is simply unmatched!

At this point, the guy who still wants to fight against Shen Lang is definitely having a problem with his brain.

Shen Lang was like an eagle catching a chicken, and was crazy on the battlefield. Any monk who was caught had no time to dodge, and was hit by the golden light blade falling from the sky and killed them all.

In the Seven Saint Palace Square, all the monks in the Seven Saint Palace were shocked.

Can you fight against the army of more than one billion monks with your own strength and kill the opponent to become defeated? Is this kind of strength really something that people can possess?

Now that they finally realized that a powerful man against the sky has really emerged from the Seven Saints Palace!

"Niu...Niu b, Elder Shen Lang!"

Yuan Tianzong was so excited that he really didn't know what words to use to describe Shen Lang, so he incoherently spoke vulgar words.

Seeing that the enemy had completely lost its fighting spirit, a large number of monks fled and scattered their armor and armor. They felt that the time was almost right, so they immediately shouted: "The monks of the Seven Holy Palace obeyed the orders and followed the ancestor to fight out the Twelve Heavenly Gate Formation, and try their best to catch all these Liushamen and Vajra Cultivators!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancestor Tianying turned into a huge white escape light and took the lead in rushing out of the Twelve Heavenly Gate Formation.

"kill!!!"

The monks of the 100,000 Seven Holy Palace rushed out of the Twelve Heavenly Gate Formation and launched a strong attack on the enemy troops around Qipan Mountain.

"Boom boom boom!"

For a moment, a large number of wars ignited everywhere in Qipan Mountain, and there were sounds of inspiration everywhere. The sound of rushing, shouting, and roars intertwined, and the scene instantly reached a white-hot stage.

Yuan Tianzong sent out several signal flares in the Seven Saint Palace Square. After receiving the signal, three Seven Saint Palace masters, Jin Zhanyuan, Yang He and Zhu Gang, led more than 7 billion local cultivators in Meishan who were dormant in the Seven Saint Palace to come out in full swing!

Suddenly, a large army of local monks in Meishan rose from the north of the Seven Saints Palace and rushed out of the Twelve Heavenly Gate Formation like rolling black clouds.

The ancestor Tianying roared to the sky: "All the fellows in Meishan, Shen Lang, the Supreme Elder of the Seven Saints Palace, has killed two immortal cultivators from Liushamen and the Vajra Sect. The victory of this battle is in sight! You and I will kill all these foreign beasts with this ancestor, and will avenge the dead fellows in Meishan, and will also give some forces with ill intentions in the foreign land a profound lesson, so that I can return to peace in Meishan!"

“Return to peace!!!”

Countless Meishan monks shouted loudly, rushed towards the Liushamen and Vajra Sect monks from all directions of Qipan Mountain. The scene was particularly spectacular.

With the Seven Saints Palace and a large number of local monks from Meishan joining the battlefield, Shen Lang's pressure was greatly relieved.

There were almost no monks in Liushamen and the Vajra Sect to resist, and they all fled and ran away.

It seems a bit difficult to catch all of this group of mobs in one place, but it is still no problem to kill most of the enemy.

The fierce battle lasted for several hours. Nearly 1.2 billion monks of Liushamen and the Vajra Sect died on the battlefield, while only tens of thousands of monks in Meishan were killed in battle. The Seven Holy Palace did not spend a single soldier or a soldier, and no monk died. This is a miracle!

The main reason is that Shen Lang is used as a deterrent. The Liushamen and the miscellaneous soldiers of the King Kong Sect have no confidence to fight back at all. They only care about escaping and hardly exert any combat power.

The disciples of the Seven Saint Palace Sect slaughtered these miscellaneous soldiers with low cultivation, such as slaughtering pigs and dogs.

It was not until half a day later that the battle finally ended.

The army of monks from Liushamen and the Vajra Sect were almost wiped out, and the remaining remaining soldiers could not become a climate, and everything was over.

The local monks of Seven Saints Palace and Meishan even felt that this battle was extremely relaxed. In fact, everyone knew it well that all the credit was on Shen Lang.

With his own strength, Shen Lang turned the situation around 180 degrees and turned defeat into victory.

The monks of the Seven Saints Palace never dared to underestimate the youngest Supreme Elder in history. Shen Lang's prestige has reached its peak! The monks from Meishan's local eyes looked at Shen Lang with obvious admiration.

The title of Meishan's most powerful man will soon spread.

For Shen Lang, fame is not important. As long as the Seven Saints Palace is safe and sound, he will be at ease.

After the battle, the ancestor Tianying returned to his orifice and his body became weaker and older.

Feeling that he had not been in the world for a long time, the ancestor Tianying sent a message and called Shen Lang to Yundai Mountain. After hearing the message and Shen Lang went to Yundai Mountain as soon as possible.

Walking into the cave of the Ancestor Tianying and watching his master's body turn into a skin-like empty shell, Shen Lang could feel the extremely strong dead energy from the Ancestor Tianying's almost rotten body, and his mood was very painful.

"Master, you..." Shen Lang didn't know what to say, his expression was very sad.

"I'm fine. But it's just that my soul leaves my body, which makes the flesh damage worse..."

The ancestor Tianying said in a hoarse voice, and this body was already extremely difficult to make a sound.

Shen Lang sighed in a deep voice: "Master, you didn't have to leave your body."

"For a teacher, there is no difference between living a year more and living a year less. What's more, before you can participate in a battle yourself, you can also see your disciple's wonderful performance, and you will have no regrets in dying for the teacher."

A hint of relief appeared on the corner of the shriveled mouth of the ancestor Tianying, and he sighed: "Thinking about how I, Yuan Tianying, could accept such a shocking apprentice in my life, I will not live in vain in this life!"

Shen Lang was speechless and was in a very depressed mood.

"Don't be sad. My master is not so soon. He can last for at least two or three thousand years. It can be considered as a feigning tiger power. Just sit in the Seven Holy Palace." The ancestor Tianying smiled faintly.

Shen Lang took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and asked, "Master, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? My disciple will definitely fulfill them for you!"

The ancestor Tianying smiled and said, "Hahaha, your disciple is indeed not in vain! Before this battle, my master's wish was to get rid of Yun Tianlin and Liusha. You kid have achieved it for me. How can you be dissatisfied with me?"
Chapter completed!