Immediately afterwards, the stone wall in front of Shen Lang glowed with layers of gray light, rippling towards the surroundings like ripples.
The scene in front of me instantly changed and turned into a huge valley cave. The interior was dark and there were gusts of cold wind blowing, making it look eerie and eerie.
A skinny old man in black robe flew out of the cave and said angrily to Shen Lang outside the cave: "How dare a young man like Fang Xiao dare to be so presumptuous in front of me!"
Shen Lang glanced at the skinny old man, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart was frightened.
It's unbelievable that the person in front of me actually has a cultivation level in the middle stage of Nascent Soul! No wonder he is so confident.
Shen Lang's face became a little ugly, and he thought that his luck was too good. It was rare that he took the initiative to trouble others, and he actually met a monk in the middle stage of Yuanying. You must know that there are not many monks in the middle stage of Yunjian Continent.
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The skinny old man glanced at Shen Lang, with a look of disdain on his lips, and said coldly: "You are just an early-stage monk, but you killed a blood soul zombie of mine. I have not troubled you. You are lucky enough to have the courage to do so."
Come and die!"
Seeing that the other party spoke so rudely, Shen Lang felt a little unhappy and said: "Your Excellency and I are both Nascent Soul Stage monks. It's a bit too much for you to be so rude."
The skinny old man said with a gloomy expression: "Boy, you really think you are someone. The Nascent Soul Stage monks in Beilu have also heard about it. Please tell me your name quickly."
"Shen Lang of Tianquan Sect." Shen Lang said calmly.
"Tianquan Sect? Hahaha, isn't that the trash sect that ranks at the bottom?" The skinny old man smiled contemptuously and said disdainfully: "Tianquan Sect, I only know two Nascent Soul stage monks named Jiang and Lu. When?
Is there an extra person named Shen?"
Shen Lang felt a surge of anger in his heart. This old guy was really a bit too presumptuous.
He probed and asked with an expressionless face: "Who are you, your Excellency? I have heard about the Nascent Soul Stage monks from the great sects in the North Continent, but I have never seen you."
Shen Lang had just given birth and was not very familiar with the Nascent Soul monks in Beilu, but Shen Lang had seen the portraits of the Nascent Soul monks several times, and at least he could recognize them all.
, unless they are some casual cultivators who have lived in seclusion for many years.
The skinny old man in front of him was very unfamiliar. Shen Lang recalled it carefully for a while and concluded that he had never seen a portrait of this man.
"Who said that I am a monk from Hokuriku?" The skinny old man smiled sternly and threatened: "Boy, there is no need to talk nonsense. I am not a retreat place where you can come and leave whenever you want. If you want to live,
Leave here and hand over the storage ring obediently. I will let you go as soon as I am happy!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Lang was furious, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Your Majesty, you are not afraid of the wind and your tongue! Shen didn't want to fight with you, but you forced me, so don't blame me for being rude."
"You trash, you still dare to scream at me, go to hell!"
The skinny old man's face was extremely gloomy, and he was too lazy to talk any more and just threw a black leather bag on his waist into the air.
"Ho ho ho!"
Countless low and weird roars were heard, and more than twenty zombies emerged from the black bags. Each of them had double horns on their heads, their bodies were red, and they were full of ferocious aura.
The skinny old man released more than twenty blood-soul zombies at the peak of their core formation in one breath, causing Shen Lang to take a breath of cold air.
This person actually raised so many blood soul zombies?
For ordinary Yuanying monks in the early stage, it is easy to deal with one blood soul zombie, but more than twenty of them came at once. Even if they can suppress these zombies, they will have to shed their skin.
What's more, these zombies seem to be just the other party's ghost pets.
Shen Lang did not dare to neglect, and took out nine Lei Ze light-splitting swords in one breath, spinning around him at high speed, and the golden sword was "cracking" with arcs of electricity.
"Ho ho ho!"
More than twenty blood soul zombies rushed toward Shen Lang like mad dogs, their auras extremely violent.
"Jiuli Sword Formation!"
Shen Lang shouted low, and the nine Lei Ze light-splitting swords around him rose into the sky and turned into meteors, rotating around a hundred meters around Shen Lang at an extremely fast speed.
The speed was so fast that even the consciousness could not catch the position of the sword light.
Shen Lang pinched the magic formula of Jiuli Sword Formation with two fingers, and the sword lights in the air were divided into three, and the three parts were divided into nine. The original nine sword lights suddenly turned into ninety-nine and eighty-one sword lights!
The dense sword light was like bright golden meteors, covering Shen Lang in the meteors.
"Sword array!?"
The skinny old man, who originally had a disdainful sneer on his face, couldn't help but be stunned and showed an expression of disbelief when he saw this strange scene.
Logically speaking, sword formations are very complicated. Sword formations in the world of cultivation are generally used to trap enemies, and at least five or six people are required to set them up.
The kid in front of me didn't know what kind of weird skills he had practiced, but he was able to set up a sword array by himself. It really made the skinny old man's eyes almost fall out.
The Jiuli Sword Formation is just the initial crude version of the Tiangang Sword Formation. It relies on nine flying swords to operate. It is a small sword formation. But its power has reached an appalling level.
Two blood soul zombies were about to rush into the sword array.
"Bah!"
As soon as the two zombies came into contact with the sword array, they were torn into pieces by several sword rays and killed instantly. The red-gold arcs were still bouncing on the flesh and blood clots, and thick green smoke was rising.
"disease!"
Shen Lang activated the sword array with all his strength, and a large amount of sword light around him was like a thunder and lightning storm, strangled towards the group of blood soul zombies.
"Boom!"
A large number of sword lights intertwined, and red-gold arcs fell. In one encounter, six or seven blood soul zombies were destroyed, and their bodies were turned into minced meat. It was too horrible to watch.
"Yuyang Golden Thunder!"
The skinny old man roared, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
The Yuyang Golden Thunder is the deadly nemesis of ghost monks like them! The skinny old man never imagined that a mere monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul could not only use a sword array, but also release such a powerful Yuyang Golden Thunder.
I'm afraid that if I wait a few more seconds, all the blood soul zombies I have worked so hard to refine will be strangled by this weird sword formation. The skinny old man's face was ashen, and he immediately threw out a silver chain.
"call out!"
The silver chain was like a long snake, attacking Shen Lang with lightning speed.
"Sir, be careful, this is an ancient treasure spirit-binding lock!" Xiaorou panicked and sent a message to Shen Lang.
The Soul-Binding Lock was a famous ancient treasure in ancient times. In ancient times, many ancient treasures were refined in batches because they were very practical. The Soul-Binding Lock was one of them, and it was extremely well-known.
The skinny old man knew that Shen Lang possessed Yuyang Golden Thunder, and felt that even if he used some secret ghost techniques, the effect would be 10%. He simply used the spirit binding lock to control Shen Lang first.