"Why, is this the son of the majestic Eagle King? Liu Baimei, you have disappointed me so much. Come with a decent attack!"
Shen Lang shouted coldly, his words full of sarcasm.
"Don't be so arrogant. If you have the guts, you can take another blow from me!"
Liu Baimei became so angry that he no longer believed in this evil, and immediately transformed into his true form, the lower-level true spirit wind-controlling eagle.
Although the Wind Controlling Eagle is only a lower-level true spirit, Liu Baimei's ancestors were once combined with ancient wizard beasts, and their descendants have a trace of the blood of the wizard beasts, and their physical potential is even stronger than that of the top true spirits.
Liu Baimei also inherited the bloodline of the Witch Beast. Compared with the ordinary Wind Controlling Eagle, his physical body has obvious mutations.
The feathers of the Wind Controlling Condor are originally black, but the Wind Controlling Condor transformed by Liu Baimei has pure white hair, golden double horns on its head, and its wings are surrounded by layers of light. Its aura is extremely powerful!
"Seventh level of earthly magic, Kuanglan!"
Liu Baimei's eyes glowed with blood, and a harsh scream came from his mouth.
The Wind Controlling Eagle spread its wings and rolled up dense black wind blades all over its body. The endless black quickly gathered to form a huge storm space!
"Suffer death!!!"
The wind-controlling condor carried a black storm like waves and crashed towards Shen Lang with the force of a tsunami and landslide.
The storm was filled with endless black wind blades. Those wind blades collided irregularly, erupting with terrifying and terrifying power!
This seventh-level earthly magic called "Kanglan" was Liu Baimei's strongest physical power. He didn't believe that even his strongest attack could not shake Shen Lang.
Seeing the wind-controlling condor coming with a violent black wind, Shen Lang was not afraid at all. He was still standing in the center of the Jianwu Ping, with the golden jade clothes on his body bursting out with dazzling golden light!
next moment.
"boom!!!"
The heavy cracking sound was like the sky falling and the earth falling.
The black storm in the sky swallowed up Shen Lang, and the endless black awning wind blades repeatedly bombarded Shen Lang's body, making a "bang bang bang" explosion.
But all the power was blocked by the gold and jade armor on Shen Lang's body.
"Boom boom boom!"
The explosion and roar continued for a long time, and the black storm that ravaged the entire Jianwuping was finally suppressed by the golden light emitted by the golden jade armor and disappeared.
The huge wind-controlling eagle was frozen in front of Shen Lang like a sculpture. No matter how Liu Baimei collided with it, Shen Lang still stood firm and motionless!
The whole audience was shocked. All the disciples were dumbfounded and speechless.
All the disciples of Huanghua Temple thought that it would be very difficult for Shen Lang to withstand Liu Baimei's attacks, but they never expected that Shen Lang could easily resist Liu Baimei's two attacks. The whole process was extremely easy.
"This... what kind of magical power is this? It can actually defend against my master's seventh-level magic!"
Liu Baimei's eyes widened and she broke into a cold sweat.
His previous conceited expression disappeared without a trace, replaced by unspeakable horror and disbelief!
"But it's just a half-baked seventh-level celestial skill, so naturally it can't shake my young master's defense. Liu Baimei, you were so arrogant before. This young master thought you were so powerful, but now it seems that you are nothing more than that!"
Shen Lang sneered, quite satisfied with his defensive power.
Liu Baimei's seventh-level magical power is relatively weak, while Shen Lang's "Golden Jade Clothes" magical power is a peak-level seventh-level magical power. There is a huge gap between the two. To withstand this level of attack, it is extremely simple.
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Unless he is a master like Xuan Ming, there is almost no way for ordinary earth immortals to shake Shen Lang in the slightest.
"It's impossible... you, a monk at the peak of human immortality, can withstand my strongest blow. It's absolutely impossible..."
Willow's white eyebrows and face are earth-colored.
It was unbelievable that Shen Lang stood and let him hit him, but he couldn't even hit him! This severely frustrated Liu Baimei's self-esteem and made her face extremely distorted.
"Is this your strongest attack? Haha, if you only have this ability, you should give in as soon as possible, or let me attack instead!" Shen Lang sneered unceremoniously.
"Don't be too happy! I admit that your defense is amazing, but don't think that I can't deal with you. If you have the guts, just take my final blow!!!"
The strong unwillingness aroused Liu Baimei's anger.
If you lose to a piece of rubbish at the peak of human immortality, you will definitely become a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone!
Liu Baimei will never allow this to happen!
"Seventh level of earthly magic, Huan Ming's strike!"
The wind-controlling eagle looked up to the sky and howled, spurting a large mouthful of blood essence from its mouth.
The essence and blood turned into a large amount of bloody chaotic spiritual power, covering his whole body. Suddenly, the wind-controlling condor shrouded in the essence and blood surged out with black light. The black light was like thick ink, spreading in all directions.
, and rolled up the billowing black wind, mixed with the breathtaking filthy smell, making people shudder.
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In the blink of an eye, black light covered the entire Jianwu Ping and even hundreds of miles around it, and the surrounding area instantly turned from day to night, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
"Roar!!!"
A majestic roar came.
A vortex of black clouds formed in the sky above Jianwu Ping, and from the vortex descended a ghost with two golden horns, a black body, and a shape like a python!
The ghost of the giant python is surrounded by nine netherworld fires, and its terrifying aura suppresses the world, making people feel terrified!
"Phantom Dark Beast?"
Shen Lang raised his head and looked at the ghost of the giant python appearing in the dark sky. He immediately raised his eyebrows and recognized the ghost's identity.
This phantom dark beast is a kind of ancient witch beast. It lives in the dark place all year round. Its body is extremely weak, but it is good at spiritual attacks and illusions.
Today, the Phantom Dark Beast has basically become extinct. It is incredible that Liu Baimei can summon the spirit body of this beast.
In fact, Liu Baimei's ancestors once combined with the "Phantom Dark Beast" to give birth to offspring.
Therefore, Liu Baimei has the bloodline of the Phantom Beast in his body, and he can summon the Phantom Beast's spirit body with the power of blood essence, and perform powerful divine soul attacks.
"Phantom Dark Beast, swallow him for me!"
Liu Bai's eyebrows looked crazy, and he let out a hysterical roar.
He is too lazy to care about Shen Lang's identity and background now, nor is he too lazy to care whether this blow will hurt Shen Lang's soul. This kid has disgraced himself today, and he must be allowed to have a taste of his own power!
"Roar!"
The giant python ghost rushed down, let out a ferocious roar, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed Shen Lang below!
The aura of this phantom dark beast was so violent and frightening that it made people's hearts tremble. The boiling killing intent overwhelmingly pressed towards Shen Lang, and the horror was indescribable.
"Brother Shen, be careful! This divine soul attack is very powerful, please let Xian'er resist it!"
Seeing that the phantom dark beast was about to devour it, Lan Xianer, who had been hiding in her body, was extremely worried about Shen Lang's safety, and finally couldn't hold back and sent a message to Shen Lang.
"Miss Xian'er, I can handle this level of attack. Don't come out, lest outsiders find out your identity!" Shen Lang Chuanyin responded with two sentences, and then he closed his eyes like an old monk in trance, and clasped his hands.
He made an arc-shaped hand seal, recited an obscure incantation, and let out a deep and deep shout: "Heavenly Immortal Technique, Yisheng True King's Curse!"