Shen Lang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, thinking that this was going to be terrible.
If the opponent didn't have a fake prehistoric spirit treasure, Shen Lang would still have the confidence to win. But the three elders of Donglin actually had such a powerful fake prehistoric spirit treasure, so the possibility of him and Su Ruoxue winning was almost zero.
However, the Yellow Sand Formation had been broken, and Shen Lang did not need to confront the opponent head-on. He decided to adopt the tactic of "hiding here and there and running around in the west".
Without saying a word, Shen Lang decisively performed the Nine Transformations of the Blood Spirit and transformed into the form of Lei Peng. Su Ruoxue also flew onto Lei Peng's back in unison.
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound sounded, and the golden roc disappeared on the spot in an instant, and appeared a thousand meters away the next moment.
"Leave it to me!"
Seeing Shen Lang running faster than a rabbit, Donglin Sanlao was furious and hurriedly chased after him.
Shen Lang used the Flying Thunder Escape Technique and circled around the battlefield at a speed that was dizzying!
The three elders from Donglin couldn't catch up for a while, so they started jumping behind and scolding me.
The distance between the two sides is too far, and ordinary magic weapons cannot lock on the golden roc that is moving at high speed.
The three of them used long-distance attack magic weapons from time to time, trying to hit the golden roc.
But Shen Lang repeatedly hit Yuyang Golden Thunder to counterattack, but the three elders of Donglin still had nothing to do against Shen Lang.
Although Lei Ze's light splitting sword was eroded by the cold air of Bingpo Mountain and temporarily unusable, the Yuyang Golden Thunder in it can still be used.
Su Ruoxue lay on the back of the golden roc and used all her strength to activate the Xuanhuo Bead in her hand.
"Fire dragon, go!" With a soft drink, the mysterious fire bead in Su Ruoxue's hand glowed with a dazzling red light, turning into a hundred-meter-long fire dragon, its whole body burning with scorching golden fire, and its power was astonishing.
Using all his strength to activate the Xuanhuo Pearl, almost half of the spiritual power in Su Ruoxue's body was consumed.
The fire dragon carried a billowing heat wave and attacked Donglin Sanlao who was chasing behind him.
"You can show off even though you have a small skill!"
The yellow-haired old man was so furious that he immediately summoned the Ice Soul Mountain and rotated it at high speed in his palm.
The short, fat old man and another tall, thin old man also each offered their own magic weapons, with sinister expressions on their faces.
Seeing the fire dragon coming, the yellow-haired old man threw the ice mountain in his hand.
The cold mountain suddenly swelled to a thousand meters high and collided with the fire dragon at an almost eerie speed.
"boom!"
A dull explosion sounded. In front of the huge ice crystal mountain, the fire dragon looked extremely small. The flames were instantly extinguished by the pale cold light bursting out from the Bingpo Mountain.
"Bah, bah, bah." A large amount of white mist spread in all directions.
The fire dragon was unable to move Bingso Mountain at all, and was instantly suppressed and defeated by the freezing cold air on the giant mountain.
Seeing this scene, Su Ruoxue's pretty face turned a bit ugly, and the pseudo-primordial spirit treasure was indeed unstoppable.
The power of the giant ice crystal mountain is estimated to be no less than that of Feng Yue Laomo's Tianshui Bell, and the mountain's defensive power is so amazing that ordinary attacks cannot shake the Ice Soul Mountain at all.
The golden roc flapped its wings crazily and used the flying thunder escape technique to throw away the three elders of Donglin behind it.
"Brother, this kid ran away too fast, what should we do?" the tall and thin old man asked with a frown.
The yellow-haired old man gritted his teeth and said: "At worst, if I spend more energy to activate Bingpo Mountain, I don't believe I can't kill this kid!"
"Brother, you have already depleted too much vitality. If you continue to use all your strength to activate Bingpo Mountain, your health may be..." the short, fat old man gritted his teeth.
"Don't say anything more. I can't bear this breath unless I kill this kid!"
The yellow-haired old man was so furious that he spat out a mouthful of blood essence on the ice crystal giant mountain, pushed with both palms, and fired a large amount of spiritual power towards the giant mountain.
Bingpo Mountain suddenly released a dazzling white light and disappeared with a "swish" sound.
The next moment.
With a "whoosh" sound, Bingpo Mountain appeared on top of the golden roc without any warning, exuding a biting cold air that chilled the bones.
Shen Lang was so frightened that he took in a breath of cold air and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Teleport!?"
This Ice Soul Mountain is a pseudo-prehistoric spiritual treasure, and it is not impossible to achieve the magical power of teleportation. But after the Ice Soul Mountain teleports, it firmly locks on the top of your head, and even flies with him, so there is no way to avoid it!
White mist fills the bottom of Bingpo Mountain, and the white cold air is like a snowstorm. It seems that as long as you touch this white light, your body will be frozen.
The yellow-haired old man showed a sinister smile and pointed his finger downward: "Bingpo Mountain, go!"
I saw that huge ice crystal mountain peak about a thousand meters high, just smashing down towards the golden roc, as fast as lightning!
Su Ruoxue's face turned pale, and at such a fast speed, no one had time to react.
"not good!"
Shen Lang's scalp was numb, and he was unable to dodge or defend against Bingpo Mountain's blow.
At the critical moment, Shen Lang gritted his teeth and could only act like a dead horse.
He sprayed out all the sky-blue sacred sand at the fastest speed, and a large amount of blue sand rushed crazily towards the bottom of Bingpo Mountain.
"Nine Transformations of Blood Spirit!"
Shen Lang transformed into the form of a mountain-bearing giant ape, raising his arms with a look of madness in his eyes, preparing to take on Bingpo Mountain head-on.
"boom!"
The giant ice crystal mountain suddenly crashed down, and the giant ape's arms suddenly sank, and his expression became extremely ferocious.
Unparalleled huge force swept through the body, and the bones all over the giant ape's body "popped". It only supported it for a moment, and then it couldn't hold on any longer.
Fortunately, the form of Shen Lang Qingshan's giant ape is amazing. Otherwise, any Nascent Soul stage monk would not be able to withstand a direct blow from Bingpo Mountain. I'm afraid he would be crushed to pieces by Bingpo Mountain in an instant!
Even so, the power of Bingpo Mountain was so amazing that a thick layer of frost instantly condensed on the giant ape's body, relying on the Holy Sun's battle energy to resist the cold air.
"This is impossible!"
Seeing that Shen Lang was not beaten to pieces by the Bingpo Mountain as expected, the yellow-haired old man's sinisterly smiling face instantly froze, and he couldn't help but exclaim.
Bingpo Mountain is a pseudo-prehistoric spiritual treasure. Although he didn't activate it with all his strength, it's not something that a garbage in the early stage of Nascent Soul can take on head-on, right?
The other two of the three elders of Donglin were also stunned. This is unscientific. Could it be that Shen Lang's transformation technique is part of the Qingshan giant ape? Otherwise, how could he withstand such a huge force!
The yellow-haired old man became angry with shame. He made a hand seal with his hands and fully opened his consciousness to control the Bingpo Mountain.
The huge ice soul mountain is like a tarsal maggot, firmly attached to the golden-haired giant ape's palms, and it is impossible to break free!
"Bah!"
Although the azure sacred sand resisted part of the cold air, the giant ape's arms were still frozen and his flesh and blood lost consciousness.
Even with Shengyang's battle energy protecting his body, Shen Lang couldn't defend himself against the astonishing cold air coming from the Bingpo Mountain.
"Roar!" The giant ape looked ferocious, roared wildly, and his whole body burned with golden battle energy flames, struggling to resist this huge force.
However, under the continuous urging of the yellow-haired old man, the gravity of Bingpo Mountain became stronger and stronger, and the giant ape gradually became unable to support it.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound, and under the pressure of the terrifying force, the joint of the giant ape's right arm had been dislocated.
"Shen Lang!" Su Ruoxue's pretty face turned pale and her body was trembling slightly.
"Second brother and third brother, now is a great time, go and kill that kid!" The yellow-haired old man shouted to the other two people who were facing the three elders to the east.