Shen Lang felt chills all over his body. The Feng Ghost King's move was extremely powerful. It would be difficult to resist if he didn't go all out.
"Nine Nether Sword Formation!"
Shen Lang quickly pulled out the Nine Star Swords and launched the Nine Nether Sword Formation.
"Boohoo!"
The nine flying swords formed countless sword shadows, crushing the surrounding space to form a sword shadow space.
The condensed sword shadow space was like a tornado, rushing towards the incoming black tornado.
"boom!!!"
There was a shocking loud noise, and a dazzling light covered everything around him. The sea water below was lifted up. The waves were surging into the sky, and the black wind was howling. The scene was extremely terrifying.
The Nine Nether Sword Formation withstood the blow from the Wind Ghost King. Shen Lang activated the Hunyuan Qi in his Dantian, and a white light barrier instantly formed around his body, easily withstanding the impact of the explosion.
Feng Yaotian is worthy of being the young master of the Fenggui clan, and his combat power seems to be stronger than the old man with a hosta that Shen Lang met before.
Fortunately, I had gathered together five wearable ancient spiritual treasures, otherwise the situation would have been difficult to predict.
Feng Yaotian felt uncomfortable, and the force of the backlash from the explosion made the Feng Ghost King's huge body retreat several thousand meters.
He didn't expect Shen Lang's strength to be so strong. The "Void Storm" just now was his strongest magical power, and he could actually be hit head-on by this kid!
Feng Yaotian had also heard that Shen Lang had defeated a Mahayana monk. At first he thought it was just a rumor, but now he sees that this bastard actually has such strength!@^^$
Unless he had seen it with his own eyes, Feng Yaotian could not imagine that such a powerful magical power was actually produced by a monk in the integration stage.
Shen Lang was unwilling to fight. After receiving the next blow, he turned around and flew towards the Ghost Prison.
"You bastard, don't run away if you have the guts!"
The Wind Ghost King roared fiercely and continued to charge towards Shen Lang.
Shen Lang rushed in front, and the huge Feng Gui King behind him attacked him from time to time. Shen Lang relied on the Nine Nether Sword Formation to counterattack, and used Hunyuan Qi to defend, and he was able to attack and defend with ease.!$*!
All attacks from the Wind Ghost King could be resisted by Shen Lang. Even if some of the attacks hit Shen Lang, they were easily blocked by the Hunyuan Qi condensed around him.
"Damn, it's really evil!"
The Feng Ghost King's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and this boy's defense was like an iron wall, making it impossible to break through.
He guessed that the defensive barrier used by Shen Lang should be the Hunyuan Qi among the three Tiangang battle qi, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.
Originally, this kid had four wearable Hunyuan magic weapons on his body, but he only needed one Hunyuan armor, so he found his beloved concubine.
Not only was his beloved concubine's Hunyuan Armor robbed, but she was also raped and violently raped by this boy! When he thought of this, Feng Yaotian's brain almost exploded with rage.
Shen Lang parried the attack from the Wind Ghost King behind him and flew towards the Ghost Prison.
After flying a hundred thousand miles, Shen Lang saw a large black mist suddenly appear over the sea ahead. The sky and the sea were surrounded by darkness. Going deeper, even the evil moon in the sky was covered, and his consciousness seemed to
Trapped in a quagmire and unable to escape.
It is said that there are tens of thousands of Yin veins intertwined under the sea of the ghost prison island, and the entire island will release a very heavy Yin-attribute aura, even mixed with a trace of death.
This death energy has no obvious impact on monks below the Mahayana stage. However, if monks in the Mahayana stage are infected by the death energy, their longevity will be reduced.
"Stop!"
Feng Yaotian knew that he could no longer move forward, so he yelled like crazy and quickly grabbed Shen Lang with his right hand.
Shen Lang backhanded a Heavenly Star Slash to repel the Wind Ghost King.
The huge arm of Fenggui King was hit by the sword shadow space and suffered a lot of wounds, dripping with blood.
"Goodbye, young master of the Wind Ghost Clan!"
Shen Lang smiled coldly, raised his middle finger to Feng Yaotian, then turned around and plunged into the black mist.
"Ah!!! You bastard named Shen, one day I will kill you without a burial place!"
Feng Yaoqiang's whole body trembled, and he looked up to the sky and roared.
Anger that swelled to the extreme surged into his heart. Feng Yaotian's throat felt sweet, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
This time I was so angry that I vomited blood!
I have already chased them outside the ghost prison, but I didn't want to be run away by this kid.
No matter how angry he is, the last trace of reason is still there. If he goes forward, it may trigger Dutian's ghost formation in the ghost prison. Feng Yaotian can only stop here and watch Shen Lang disappear from in front of him. .
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Shen Lang flew towards the depths of the black mist. The oncoming black mist was not a turbid air, but a Yin attribute spiritual energy mixed with a trace of death. It was black because it was extremely rich.
Seeing that Feng Yaotian from behind did not catch up, he breathed a sigh of relief and finally got rid of this big trouble.
Shen Lang knew very little about the ghost prison, so he could only move forward cautiously.
Within the scope shrouded in black mist, there seemed to be some mysterious restraining power. Shen Lang could not release his spiritual consciousness in the black mist, nor could the Sky Eagle Spiritual Eyes be used.
You can only go deep into it like a headless fly.
After a while, Shen Lang could finally vaguely see a huge island, and it was this island that was emitting black mist.
This island is a ghost prison, also known as "Ghost Prison Island". The entire island has a radius of about a million miles and is densely populated with monks.
Generally, the monks who enter the ghost prison are basically desperadoes who have offended a certain force and are hunted down. Therefore, the ghost prison is relatively chaotic, there is no law, everyone relies on their strength to speak, and the strong are respected.
The monks in the ghost prison are all very powerful.
Even monks with weak cultivation dare not enter the ghost prison. Although the ghost prison is a place for desperadoes, it is only for the strong. The weak can only survive three days in the ghost prison.
It is said that there are not a few monks in the Fusion Stage in the Ghost Prison, and there are countless monks in the Void Refining Stage, and even those in the Divine Transformation Stage are considered to be the lowest category of cultivation.
The weakest and weakest monks at the Nascent Soul stage can only live as handymen or even slaves if they want to survive.
All in all, Ghost Prison is a very cruel place.
Shen Lang flew into the island and finally landed on a barren mountain in the south of the island.
After scanning around, Shen Lang was quite surprised.
Although the entire Ghost Prison Island is wrapped in black air, there is no trace of black mist inside the island, and the blood-red evil moon is clearly visible in the sky.
Unfortunately, as soon as the escaping light on Shen Lang's side fell, fifty or sixty escaping lights suddenly flew from the top of the mountain in the distance.
"Hahaha, I caught a big fat sheep this time!"
"Tsk tsk, in the early stage of integration, it seems that you won't be too poor!"
"The guys who came before were all rubbish, but this time a fat one finally came!"
The group of monks who flew over started talking in all directions.
"robber?"
Shen Lang glanced at the group of monks flying over. Listening to their chatter, they seemed to be some bandit group from the Ghost Prison.
Ghost Prison is a place of violence. Except for some cities controlled by big forces, you can fight and fight anywhere without any moral constraints. As long as you are strong enough, you can kill as many people as you want, and no one can control you.
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It is too common for gangster groups like this one to target new monks.
Shen Lang didn't bother to talk nonsense with these guys, so he turned his hand and pulled out the Golden Sword of Hunyuan.