Meng Shenjun usually likes to compete with others on magical powers. From his experience, he can naturally see that Shen Lang's strength is extraordinary. He was not polite and said straightforwardly: "Okay, Fellow Daoist Shen, be careful."
"Three corpse soul curse!"
Meng Shenjun cut his fingertips with a sharp blade, shouted loudly, and used the blood spilled from his fingertips to draw three strange blood-colored runes in front of him.
The blood-colored runes twisted and rotated, releasing a monstrous blood light. The sky and the earth changed color for a moment, lightning flashed and thunder thundered, and the sky above the venue was instantly covered by billowing dark clouds.
It is truly incredible that the strange magical power of the Dream God Lord can trigger signs from the sky.
"Boom!"
The dark clouds gradually condensed into a bloody vortex, and endless black lightning surged in the vortex. The violent thunder shook the sky and the earth, making people feel terrified, as if something terrible was about to descend from the vortex.
The monks at the venue watched this scene attentively. To be able to trigger such a violent celestial omen, the power of Meng Shenjun must be extraordinary.
A sharp-eyed monk can even tell that this seems to be some kind of extremely powerful summoning technique!
"Master..."
Jian Wuhen's expression was extremely solemn. His master used his strongest magical power as soon as he came up. He must have judged that Shen Lang's strength had reached an incredible level.
"Huh, that's interesting."
The Holy Lord Xue Ye raised the wine glass in his hand and drank the spirit wine in the glass in one gulp.
Meng Shenjun was decisive. He used the powerful magical power of the Three Corpses Yuan Shen Curse as soon as he appeared. I don't know how that boy Shen Lang was going to deal with it.
Saint Lord Xue Ye doesn’t know much about Lord Dream God, but he also knows that under normal circumstances, excluding Monk Kutuo’s use of the treasure of Sanbao Temple and other anomalies, the strength of Lord Dream Lord should be second only to himself among the five great saint kings!
I saw Lord Meng Shen pushing out his palms and frantically pumping spiritual power into the bloody whirlpool in the sky.
"roar!!!"
Three huge black corpses descended from the blood-colored vortex, letting out a terrifying roar and emitting an extremely terrifying aura that solidified the surrounding air.
The three ghouls are about 10,000 meters tall. Their black ink bodies are surrounded by dense black thunder and lightning. One has the head of a cow, one has the head of a deer, and one has the head of a horse. The three ghouls are holding giant axes, and their bodies are covered with blood. Covered in blood, his face is extremely ferocious!
The three summoned corpses had a chain of spiritual energy that was as red as blood attached to their backs, and they were held in Meng Shenjun's hand. Meng Shenjun seemed to be using this chain to control the three corpses.
The Three Corpses Yuanshen Curse is the first of the ten major divine curses of the human race. It is one level higher than the three major divine curses of Fang Cun Mountain. The Meng Shenjun summoned three "Drought Demon Earth Corpses" in one breath with the power of the Yuanshen. Their combat power is extremely high. The ultimate true spirit!
The Drought Demon Earth Corpse is a corpse species that is only found in the True Immortal World. It is a kind of puppet in the True Immortal Realm. Some medium and large immortal sects like to use the Drought Demon Earth Corpse as gatekeeper puppets in some important places of the sect.
There is no doubt that the high-level gatekeeper puppets of the True Immortal Realm are definitely top-notch existences in the Lower Realm!
"Drought Demon Corpse Fire!"
Meng Shenjun pulled three blood-colored chains and swung them violently.
"Ouch!"
The three Drought Demon Earth Corpses spit out huge purple-green corpse fire from their mouths, forming a sea of fire that filled the sky and rolled towards Shen Lang.
Shen Lang's expression remained normal, his fingertips pointed forward: "Sword Domain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the nine silver flying swords in the cold jade sword box broke out of the box and turned into dense silver-white sword shadows and light blades, forming a sword domain space.
"boom!!!"
The three Drought Demon Earth Corpses unleashed their full force and the corpse fire hit the sword domain space, erupting with a roaring and crackling sound that shook the earth.
However, after the attack, Shen Lang was completely unscathed, and the attacks of the three Drought Demon Zombies failed to break through his defense at all.
"Wow!"
The venue was in an uproar, and the monks had a basic understanding of Shen Lang's strength.
Such an intense attack could not break through Shen Lang's mysterious space, which shows that Shen Lang is indeed quite capable.
The strength of this Dream God Lord is already considered to be outstanding among the human monks, but compared to Shen Lang, there is still a big gap.
In the first duel, Shen Lang didn't want to be muddled, so he rolled up his sleeves and shouted softly: "Tiangang Pure Yang Sword Formation!"
As soon as the roar subsided, the silver sword shadows and light blades that filled the sky in the sword domain space converged into nine rounds of silver scorching sun, pressing towards the three Drought Demon Earth Corpses in front of Meng Shenjun.
The irregular rhythm of the sword shadow and light blade in the silver scorching sun contains the power to destroy the world and make people's scalp numb!
Meng Shenjun was very excited and frantically poured spiritual power into the blood-red chains, transmitting it to the three Drought Demon corpses.
The three Drought Demon Earth Corpses were covered in black light, and their bodies suddenly increased by more than three times. They swung the giant axes in their hands, and waves of black lightning surged out of their bodies, and they slashed towards the nine-round scorching sun.
“Dong dong dong!!!”
The ear-piercing sound of the explosion made people's hearts palpitate. Amidst the explosion, the sky was filled with silver light covering everything.
The three Drought Demon Earth Corpses tried their best to break through three rounds of the silver sun, but were eventually swallowed up and submerged by the remaining five rounds of the silver sun that followed one after another. Their bodies were blown to pieces, and their bodies and bodies were completely destroyed!
In an instant, all three Drought Demon Earth Corpses were destroyed.
The monstrous sword shadow and silver light blade were as powerful as breaking bamboo, and they were about to swallow up the Lord Meng Shen.
"receive!"
Shen Lang shouted softly and retracted the nine silver flying swords in time. The space of the sword domain collapsed, and the nine flying swords flew back to the cold jade sword box behind him.
"Friend Shenjun, I accept it." Shen Lang cupped his fists and smiled at Meng Shenjun who was sweating on the opposite side.
The duel ended so cleanly that none of the monks could react for a moment, and the whole place was eerily quiet.
Recalling the terrifying blow just now, Meng Shenjun is still a little frightened.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, clasped his fists and smiled bitterly: "He is worthy of being the number one master of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance. Fellow Daoist Shen has great supernatural powers. I am willing to be the inferior."
Shen Lang said in a deep voice: "You are so polite, fellow Taoist Master Shenjun. I will give you some advice when I have the chance."
"Guide? Fellow Daoist Shen, don't be joking. How can I master the skills of others with my little strength? I guess none of the three of you is your match. Fellow Daoist Shen has the chance to give me some guidance." Lord Meng Shen shook his head and said with a bitter smile.
The combat power of the three Drought Demon Earth Corpses he summoned was comparable to the existence of top-level true spirits! The other party was able to break his own three-zombie soul curse with one blow. Shen Lang's strength... has reached an unimaginable level.
He is not even the opponent's enemy.
Lord Meng Shen thought that even if Saint Lord Xue Ye came on stage, it would be difficult to defeat Shen Lang.
"Master..."
Jian Wuhen was shocked and speechless, with a look of shame on his face.
Meng Shenjun said just now that he was not Shen Lang's enemy, and Jian Wuhen still didn't believe it. Now after this duel, his master is no match for Shen Lang... Jian Wuhen still has self-awareness, and knows that he is indeed unworthy.
Shen Lang's opponent.
Today is different from the past. Shen Lang has reached a level that he cannot touch no matter what. Although Jian Wuhen is a little unwilling, he is still deeply in awe of Shen Lang.