Chapter 4789 The tombstone of the witch and the twelve witches
"Roar!"
After the giant guard's broken leg could not be repaired, he let out a low roar and hissed, and a dazzling blue light surged all over his body.
I saw the giant guard's body shrinking rapidly. He actually grew two new legs by shrinking his body!
Shen Lang was really shocked.
However, this also confirmed Hou Yi's conjecture just now. The giant guard's body was composed of the power of the Shaman Soul. Now that the power of the Shaman Soul has been sucked away and devoured part of it, in order to maintain a complete body, it is natural to reduce the size.
Due to the lack of the power of the Shaman Soul, the power of the reduced giant guard was obviously weakened, and it could no longer even keep up with Shen Lang's speed.
Seeing that the shrunken giant guard was no longer a threat to him, Shen Lang ignored the giant's attack for the time being and turned to attack another giant guard.
Following the same pattern, Shen Lang almost used the same method to blow up the body of another giant guard, and used the giant blood shadow claws to break off its legs.
Hou Yi cast a spell and sucked away the cyan light spots transformed from the giant guard's broken leg, greatly weakening its power.
"Shura Holy Fire!"
"Blood Shadow Divine Curse!"
In the end, Shen Lang used two big moves and finally completely killed the two giant guards.
Not far away, Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao witnessed the whole battle, and what they saw was thrilling.
The killed giant guards turned into blue light spots all over the sky, and were absorbed by the vortex of divine light on Shen Lang's chest.
After absorbing a large amount of Shaman Soul power, the aura of Hou Yi's remnant soul has been significantly improved. Shen Lang has clearly sensed the fluctuation of soul power released by the will of Hou Yi's remnant soul in the Lotus Lamp.
After successfully getting rid of the guards guarding the altar, Shen Lang called out to Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao, and walked towards the center of the altar together.
As Shen Lang went deeper into the altar, the funeral songs coming from the depths of the altar became louder and louder.
The singing voice is unusually low and sad, giving people an inexplicable sadness.
Not long after, Shen Lang led everyone to the square in the center of the altar.
The scene in front of me can't help but shock people.
The tombstone of the owner of the witch tomb stood in the center of the square. The tombstone was in the form of a rectangular parallelepiped, reaching straight into the sky, emitting a powerful black light that darkened the sky, giving people a sense of depression and solemnity.
This is not the point. The point is that in a circle around the tombstone, there are twelve mysterious monks wearing black robes and eagle-head masks, holding cyan staffs.
It was these twelve monks in black robes who raised their staffs high and sang funeral songs in a low voice.
Even from a distance, Shen Lang could feel the eerie and terrifying aura emanating from the black-robed monks in the square.
Just when Shen Lang was about to step forward to investigate, Hou Yi's warning voice suddenly sounded in his ears:
"The Chosen One, stop!"
After hearing Hou Yi's warning, Shen Lang stopped immediately, feeling frightened.
"There is a sacrificial formation hidden in the square where the tombstone is located. Any creature in the square that tries to approach or step into it will probably have its life sacrificed by the formation!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Hou Yi appeared behind Shen Lang in the form of a phantom, blowing a stream of golden air towards the high platform in front of him.
I saw the moment when the golden air flow blew towards the square.
"Buzz buzz!"
In an instant, the formation restrictions in the square suddenly appeared.
I saw a large number of black runes suddenly appearing on the ground of the square, twisting like black centipedes.
Before this was over, a large black light surged in the sky across the entire square, gradually turning into a huge black vortex, releasing an extremely powerful swallowing suction force.
Shen Lang's expression changed drastically. Even though he was far away from the square, he could feel that his soul was a little restless, as if his soul was about to break out of his body and be sucked away by the black vortex!
The two women behind them, Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao, were even more dizzy. Only by silently reciting the meditation spell could they stabilize their souls.
Shen Lang sweated on his forehead, and Chuanyin sighed with emotion: "Thanks to Senior Hou Yi for reminding me, otherwise this junior would have been tricked!"
Hou Yi continued to remind: "The twelve shamans surrounding the tombstone seem to be extremely clever puppets. Judging from the fluctuations in their soul power, their strength is comparable to that of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, and they are beyond your power."
"This... how should the juniors deal with this?"
Shen Lang's face became a little ugly. It was difficult for him to deal with one Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, let alone twelve Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals at the same time.