"Be careful, fellow Taoist, this person's soul attack is very weird!" Cang Lanhe, who was covered in blood, was frightened and shouted hurriedly at Shen Lang to remind him.
As soon as he finished speaking, black clouds formed above Gao Xie's head.
For a moment, densely packed ghosts emerged from the black clouds, with overwhelming ghost energy and resentment. A large number of ghosts crying and howling sounds followed, which seemed particularly scary.
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, there was something evil. Generally speaking, powerful ghosts have entities, while those without entities are very low-level ghosts.
But the ghost flying in front of him can make a monk of Shen Lang's strength feel chills and instinctively feel fear.
The sound of this drum can have a great frightening effect on the souls of monks in the transformation stage. As for the phantoms of those ghosts, they should be similar to phantoms. When they impact the human body, they will produce a magical power equivalent to the blood-charmed divine light.
"Dong dong dong!"
Gao Xie beat the drum head crazily, and with every beat, a huge amount of spiritual energy flowed into the drum.
The fierce ghosts in the black clouds flew out overwhelmingly and swept towards Shen Lang.
"Yi Sheng True King's Curse!"
While maintaining the divine sword formation, Shen Lang formed an arc-shaped hand seal with his hands and silently recited the obscure incantation of the Yi Sheng True Monarch Curse.
"Buzz buzz!"
Soon, dazzling blue rune marks floated around Shen Lang's body. The runes were mysterious and mysterious, condensed from spiritual power, floating around his body like wisps of ghosts.
The Yisheng True Monarch Curse formed a copper wall and an iron wall to protect Shen Lang's body.
A large number of ghost ghost shadows hit by the evil wind drum collided with the blue runes condensed in front of Shen Lang, making a shrill roar!
"boom!"
As soon as the blue runes came into contact with the ghost shadows, they killed all the ghost shadows and turned them into nothingness.
"This...this is impossible!"
Gao Xie watched helplessly as the evil ghost flying out from the evil wind drum was easily killed by the blue runes around Shen Lang. He was extremely horrified and showed an expression of disbelief.
The evil ghost shadows struck by the evil wind drum belong to some kind of special spirit body, which can attack the souls of monks, and their abilities are so amazing that even the monks in the early stages of becoming gods have little resistance.
Although the soul attack of the Evil Wind Drum is not enough to directly kill the souls of the monks at the stage of becoming gods, it is enough to make ordinary monks in the early stages of becoming gods completely lose their fighting power and turn into a walking zombie in a short time!
As the inherited treasure of the Longyuan Gao family, the Evil Wind Drum has a powerful reputation. It is almost invincible except for being restrained by a few ancient spiritual treasures in the human world that can defend against attacks by divine souls.
The other party didn't even use any magic weapon, but only relied on a weird magic to kill those ghosts. Gao Xie couldn't accept this scene for a while, and his heart was filled with fear.
All the monks who were protecting him and defending him were also panicking, secretly thinking that something was wrong.
Canglan Crane, Shui Lingyuan and Sea Dragon Python, who were still attacking with blood in the sword formation, were dumbfounded, thinking that the strength of this white-robed human monk was simply beyond their imagination.
"Evil Wind Drum, kill me!"
Gao Xie's face was ferocious, and he didn't believe in Xie anymore. He beat the drum head even more crazily, pushing the Xie Feng Drum to the extreme!
The deafening drum sound came, and the space seemed to be shaking.
"Ouch!"
The number of ghost ghosts flying out of the black clouds above Gao Xie's head suddenly increased, and like a huge wave, they swept towards Shen Lang. Countless screams and horrifying roars resounded throughout the world, and the sound was so sharp that it made people's eardrums tremble.
Tingling.
There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Shen Lang's mouth. The Divine Soul Attack of Xie Fenggu's level could be easily resisted by Yisheng True Monarch Curse. Even if the attack was increased tenfold, it would not threaten him at all.
Silently reciting the Holy Lord Yi Sheng's mantra, the blue runes surrounding his body suddenly released a dazzling blue light.
Countless flying ghost figures seemed to be extremely frightened by the light released by those blue runes, and were so frightened that they all flew back into the black cloud above Gao Xie's head.
When Gao Xie saw this scene, his eyes almost fell down, and he thought to himself, "Fuck, why don't these evil ghosts and phantoms listen to me?"
In an instant, all the evil ghosts flew back into the black clouds above Gao Xie's head, never daring to come out again.
Gao Xie was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. No matter how hard he beat the evil wind drum, the ghost's shadow refused to come out.
"No need to knock, your tricks are ineffective against me!" Shen Lang sneered.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang sacrificed the mother-child dragon and phoenix rings, and the two rings, one large and one small, turned into golden fire dragons and golden fire phoenixes that were a thousand meters long, with overwhelming momentum.
"hiss!"
Seeing Shen Lang sacrifice another ancient spiritual treasure, Gao Xie's scalp went numb and he took a breath of cold air. He had never encountered someone with such terrifying combat power!
Now that things have happened, if you still confront the other party head-on, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape unscathed today.
Gao Xie stopped beating the evil wind drum and said tremblingly: "Tao... Fellow Taoist, we have no grievances and no grudges. Can you let me go? As long as fellow Taoist spares my life, I am willing to sacrifice my life."
Except for the evil wind drum, I can give you all the treasures of the Long Yuan Gao family!"
Shen Lang sneered. He had killed enough monks in the transformation stage and collected countless trophies. How could he lack such a thing? Even the evil wind drum did not make Shen Lang jealous.
"Spare your life, fellow Taoist, I am also willing to offer you a storage ring!"
"My fellow Taoist has unparalleled magical power, I will bow to you and spare my life!"
"We are too blind to see Mount Tai, fellow Taoist, please don't be cruel!"
Seeing that Gao Xie actually surrendered, the monks in the transformation stage who defended Gao Xie from attacking were panicked, completely losing their will to fight, and began to beg for mercy.
Shen Lang didn't like to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but these guys were monks in the transformation stage. Even if they didn't dare to seek revenge on him, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't threaten the people around them in the future.
After walking in the world of cultivation for so long, Shen Lang has gradually developed a ruthless and decisive character.
Don’t leave any future troubles!
"My master gave you a chance before, but you didn't cherish it. Now you want to beg for mercy? It's too late!" Shen Lang said indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang activated the Shenfeng Sword Formation with all his strength and controlled the dragon and phoenix rings to launch an attack.
The overwhelming sword light strangled the remaining monks in the transformation stage, and the phantoms of a dragon and a phoenix also burst out with golden firelight as bright as the blazing sun, attacking the group of monks in the transformation stage.
"Let's go too!"
Cang Lanhe shouted loudly, and cooperated with the other two demons to attack Shen Lang and launch a fierce attack.
"Boom boom boom!"
Under the double attack of the Shenfeng Sword Formation and the Dragon and Phoenix Rings, the defenses of three monks in the transformation stage were immediately broken. In a series of explosions, their bodies were reduced to pieces of flesh, and they died on the spot.
Now there are only four monks at the stage of becoming gods who are still clinging to life. Facing the heaven and earth net of the Divine Blade Formation, the situation has no suspense.
Gao Xie, who was so desperate that he even tried to self-destruct, was tied up by Shen Lang's trapped dragon lock and pressured to death.