Chapter 1769: Really evil

Shen Lang sat on the Feixing Shenzhou, seeing that he was about to reach the Immortal Demon Island, he was still a little excited.
As a result, at this moment, a white-robed monk flew right in front of him. He looked like a middle-aged man with extremely cold eyes and a bad complexion.
"Tsk!"
Shen Lang was taken aback for a moment, then his face turned black like the bottom of a pot.
Damn, this fairy island is so remote, how can there be other monks?
Shen Lang's first reaction was cheating, most of the secrets of Jiuyiding were discovered by other monks! He released his divine consciousness to sweep away the white robe monk who flew towards him.
"Later Yuan Ying monk?!"
Shen Lang's face solidified slightly, revealing an incredible expression.
It is reasonable to say that the entire Tianhai also knew all the monks in the late Yuan Ying period, and he had never heard of this white robe monk.
The white-robed monk swept towards Shen Lang, and found that Shen Lang was also a great monk in the late Yuan Ying, his expression changed, and it was a little weird.
It is said that the resources in the sea area of ​​Tianhai are relatively scarce, and the chance of encountering a great monk in the late Yuan Ying period is comparable to that of a pie in the sky.
Unless, the other party is also here for the Nine Doubts on the Immortal Demon Island!
The white-robed monk was full of eyes and had already regarded Shen Lang as an enemy. The escape light galloped like lightning and intercepted the Flying Star Shenzhou.
"Who is your excellency? Why are you here?" The white-robed monk raised his eyes and stared at Shen Lang, his tone sullen and questioned.
Shen Lang was a little upset, and sneered: "This sentence will be returned to fellow Daoist? Why did fellow Daoist appear here and intercept the flying magic weapon under him?"
The white-robed monk narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a contemptuous expression: "Your Excellency actually dare to ignore me, ok, very good! My son doesn't bother to ask you where you came from, obediently leave the storage ring, remove the imprint of the gods, and then... …Get out of here! My son is noble, and he won’t kill the weak of you in the barbarian land."
The White-robed monk had a very arrogant tone and a sense of superiority. His face was calm and calm, and his expression was unspeakable.
Shen Lang froze, and said with a furious smile: "Let me get out? What are you! Obediently kneel down and beg for mercy, this son can still keep your whole body!"
That's how Shen Lang is. The other party was the late Yuan Ying cultivator, and he dared to ridicule himself in this way, and Shen Lang was unhappy if he didn't beat him.
"You want to die!"
Seeing Shen Lang scolding himself, the white-robed monk suddenly became angry. He could no longer restrain himself, and his eyes showed violent murderous intent. I was thinking of a monk in a barbarian land, what powerful techniques could he practiced, and what powerful magic weapons could he have?
Based on these two points alone, the White-robed monk felt that he had killed Shen Lang.
As soon as the White-robed monk's voice fell, Shen Lang did the first thing, and immediately sacrificed nine Lei Ze splitting lightsabers, spurring the Nine Li sword formations.
Eighty-one instant sword lights condensed together and turned into a giant lightning tornado, and the dense red golden arc surging in the tuyere was shocking!
"Nine Li sword formation, sick!"
Shen Lang shouted violently.
"Boom!"
The huge lightning tornado like a huge wave, struck towards the white-robed monk.
After Shen Lang broke through the late stage of Yuan Ying, the stimulating spiritual power was almost twice as high as before. The power of Lei Ze's lightsaber on the rune formation can be released to the greatest level, and the power of the sword formation is at least three times the original.
"hiss!"
Seeing that the attacking power released by the opponent was so powerful, the white-robed monk couldn't help sucking in a cold breath, showing an expression of disbelief.
After all, the white robe monk was a great monk in the late Yuan Ying, and he reacted quickly. In a hurry, he quickly threw a golden phoenix head jade Ruyi from his cuff.
"Fire Phoenix Seal, now!"
With a roar, the white-robed monk frantically cast a huge amount of spiritual power towards Feng Shouyu Ruyi.
I saw that the golden phoenix head jade Ruyi immediately poured out a large number of spiritual inscriptions.
"Tweet!"
A loud phoenix sound rushed straight into the sky, and the golden light of the phoenix head jade in front of the white robe monk rose sharply, releasing the light of a strong sun, and then turned into a 100-meter-long fire phoenix shadow!
The Huofeng Phantom exudes a huge amount of spiritual pressure, which almost makes people breathless! Shen Lang felt a trace of pressure.
The golden phoenix head jade Ruyi is a bit similar to the Luan Sparrow Seal that Shen Lang had witnessed in the Stigma Canyon before, but this treasure was several times more powerful than Luan Sparrow Seal.
This phoenix head jade Ruyi is definitely a false prehistoric spiritual treasure, and it is a pseudo prehistoric spiritual treasure with top power!
The fire phoenix phantom's wings slapped and rushed towards the storm of sword light like the waves.
"boom!!!"
There was a deafening roar, the sky full of fire and golden light rose into the sky, the light was dazzling, and the violent heat wave swept all around.
The sea below the sea "Bab Bah Bah" turned into a large swath of water vapor, white mist permeated.
In the violent explosion, Huofeng Phantom abruptly resisted all the attacks of Jianguang Storm, and the Phantom gradually dissipated.
"Huh? Interesting."
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and sneered at the corner of his mouth. The power of the white robe monk's wishful jade magic weapon was beyond Shen Lang's imagination, and it was able to stop his own Jiuli sword formation.
Before the other party called himself a barbarian, and coupled with such a rare power of the pseudo-premature spirit treasure, this person might be a monk from another continent.
"how can that be!"
Seeing that Huofengyin was only able to withstand the impact of the opponent's strange sword formation, the white-robed monk's face became extremely ugly. The previous contempt and disdain disappeared. I thought it was really evil. How could this person's strength be so strong?
The strength of the opponent's natal magic weapon flying sword can actually withstand the impact of prehistoric Lingbao, which is simply rare!
Generally speaking, the great monks of this level in the late Yuan Ying period pursued the powerful pseudo-premature spiritual treasures that would kill or inflict severe damage, and seldom use the magic weapons of their lives to fend off enemies.
The main reason is that no matter how good the material is used for refining the magic weapon, it is difficult to reach the power of the fake prehistoric spirit treasure.
But Shen Lang could defeat his own fire and phoenix seal by relying solely on the magic weapon of his life and a sword formation... The white robe monk could hardly accept this reality.
Because the Huofeng phantom was defeated by the opponent's sword formation, the white-robed monk was partially backlashed, and the spirit body was slightly confused, unable to quickly wake up the Huofengyin again.
Shen Lang's Jiuli Sword Array did not collapse, and the sword light consumed was also restored in an instant. He took advantage of the white-robed monk's spiritual power disorder, and quickly urged the sword formation to attack.
Each sword light carries a large number of Yuyang golden thunder arcs, like a small thunderstorm whirlwind.
In an instant, the white-robed monk was surrounded by sword light, with scarlet golden arcs on all sides.
"You dare to be arrogant even with this ability? My son doesn't bother to keep your whole body, let's die!" Shen Lang mocked with a gloomy face, and then urged Jiuli swords to face off.
While taunting, Shen Lang urged the Jiuli sword formation to start strangling the white robe monk.
"Shoo!"
Countless sword lights attacked the white robe monk in the encirclement.
"not good!"
The white-robed monk was so scared that his scalp was numb, and immediately spouted a big mouthful of blood and threw a broken green wood shield.
The power of this sword formation is simply appalling, and the frightened white-robed monk does not hesitate to expend a lot of life energy to madly urge the green wood ancient shield.