In less than a few seconds, hundreds of thousands of monks were struck to death by five thunderbolts.
Shen Lang turned into a golden light, rushed out of the encirclement, and quickly approached Zen Master Da Ri and Yun Tianlin.
"Don't mess up your position, charge me with all your strength!"
"Liushamen army, attack!"
Zen Master Da Ri and Yuntian Lin each made hysterical shouts and ordered the main forces of the Vajra Sect and Liusha Sect behind them to charge forward in an attempt to stop Shen Lang.
The endless army of monks charged towards Shen Lang like locusts filling the sky, and countless magical attacks were like torrential rain.
"The Third Eye is destroyed!"
Relying on the defensive power of his golden and jade body, Shen Lang continued to use his Third Eye to Destroy while resisting attacks.
"call out!"
A sharp sound broke through the air, and the Holy Demonic Eye between Shen Lang's eyebrows shot out slender purple rays, sweeping towards the countless incoming monks.
“Bang bang bang!”
The purple ray swept past, and a large piece of the monk's body and soul was cut into two pieces, killing him instantly.
The Holy Demonic Eye at the center of Shen Lang's eyebrows continuously fired out purple rays, frantically slaughtering the charging Quicksand Sect and Vajra Sect troops, and the scene was in full swing.
Seven Saints Palace Square.
The monks from the Seven Sacred Palaces who were watching the battle couldn't help but change their expressions when they saw that the physical bodies of Yuntian Lin and Zen Master Da Ri were miraculously restored.
Later, seeing that Shen Lang was able to withstand the enemy's charge, the monks from the Seven Sacred Palaces who were watching the battle breathed a sigh of relief again.
Ancestor Tianying's eyes flashed, and he shouted loudly: "All disciples of the Seven Saints Palace obey the order, quickly use the combined attack technique, and support Elder Shen Lang as much as possible!"
"yes!"
The monks from the One Hundred Thousand Seventh Holy Palace formed their formations in the sky in the square and performed the secret techniques of combined attack inherited from the Seventh Holy Palace.
Suddenly, a giant fire dragon with a body length of several hundred thousand feet soared into the sky, its entire body burning with dense dark red flames, condensing thick fire-attribute energy, and its momentum was astonishing.
"roar!"
The giant fire dragon looked up to the sky and roared, flew out of the Twelve Heaven Gate Formation, and crashed into the Liusha Gate and the Vajra Sect army in front of Shen Lang.
"Dong dong dong!"
The dull explosion was earth-shattering. The energy erupted from this giant fire dragon was not weak, and dark red flames filled the sky, swallowing and killing tens of thousands of monks in one go.
Although the number of monks from the Seven Sacred Palaces is small, their strength and cultivation are more than two levels higher than the ragtag group of Liusha Sect and Vajra Sect.
Unfortunately, these Seven Saint Palace monks passively guarded the Twelve Heavenly Gate Formation, without much room for performance, and could not help Shen Lang much.
In fact, Shen Lang didn't need the help of the monks from the Seven Saints Palace. His strength was enough to handle a battle situation of this level.
The army of monks from Liusha Sect and Vajra Sect seemed to be huge in number, but most of them were just a ragtag group, and the magical powers and spells they used were weak and not enough to break through Shen Lang's defense.
Although there was a steady stream of troops charging forward, they still could not resist Shen Lang's footsteps.
I saw Shen Lang alternately using Five Thunder Zhengfa and Tianmu Destruction, frantically slaughtering the monks who were charging towards him.
Shen Lang in the battlefield was so powerful that it made people feel numb, and he withstood all the attacks by himself. Shen Lang's spiritual consciousness locked on the retreating Zen Master Da Ri and Yun Tianlin, and in the midst of indiscriminate killing , quickly approaching these two people.
Seeing that the army of more than one billion monks was actually powerless against Shen Lang, both Yun Tianlin and Zen Master Da Ri's faces turned pale, and they were extremely frightened.
"Yun Tianlin, when you are all riding horses, why don't you release your Hanbao golden corpse and keep it for the New Year?"
Zen Master Da Ri no longer has the master demeanor of the past, his fat face is twisted and ferocious, and he roars at Yun Tianlin.24