Chapter 1939: No future troubles

"Friends, beware, this person's spirit attack is very weird!" Cang Lan Crane, who was covered in blood, hurriedly shouted to Shen Lang to remind him.
As soon as the voice fell, black clouds formed on Gao Xie's head.
Suddenly, dense ghosts gushed out of the black clouds, surging ghosts, resentment soaring, and a lot of ghosts crying and howling wolves followed, appearing to be extremely horrible.
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes, and sure enough, there were some evil things. Generally speaking, powerful ghosts were entities, and those without entities were very low-level ghosts.
However, the ghosts flying in front of him can make a monk of Shen Lang's strength feel chills up, and instinctively feel fear.
This drum sound can have a great deterrent effect on the spirits of the monks in the transformation stage. As for the ghosts and ghosts, they should be a kind of phantom, impacting the human body will produce a kind of magical power equivalent to blood charm and light.
"Boom boom boom!"
Gao Xie slammed the drum head frantically, and with every tap, a huge amount of spiritual power flowed into the drum.
The ghosts in the dark clouds flew out overwhelmingly, and swept towards Shen Lang.
"Yisheng Zhenjun curse!"
While maintaining the Shen Feng sword formation, Shen Lang formed an arc-shaped handprint on both hands, silently chanting the obscure spell of Yi Sheng Zhenjun curse.
"Buzzing!"
Soon, dazzling blue rune imprints floated around Shen Lang's body. The imprints were mysterious and mysterious, condensed by spiritual power, floating around his body like strands of ghosts.
The curse of Yisheng Zhenjun formed a copper wall and iron wall, protecting Shen Lang's whole body.
The large number of ghost ghosts struck by the evil wind drum collided with the blue runes condensed in front of Shen Lang, making a stern roar!
"boom!"
As soon as the blue rune comes into contact with the ghost ghost, it will destroy all the ghost ghost and turn it into nothingness.
"This... this is impossible!"
Gao Xie watched as the Li ghost ghost flying out of the evil wind drum was easily killed by the blue runes around Shen Lang, and he was extremely horrified, showing an expression of disbelief.
The ghost ghost phantom struck by the evil wind drum belongs to a special kind of spirit body, which can attack the cultivator's spirit, and its ability is extremely amazing, even the cultivator in the early stage of transforming the gods did not have much resistance.
Although the spirit attack of the evil wind drum is not enough to directly kill the spirit of the cultivator of the transformation stage, it is also enough to make the ordinary cultivator of the initial stage of transformation completely lose combat power and become a walking dead in a short time!
Xiefenggu, as the most inherited treasure of the Longyuan Gao family, has a fierce reputation. Except for being restrained by a few wild spirit treasures that can defend against attacks by the souls of the human world, it is almost invincible.
The other party didn't even sacrifice the magic weapon, and only relied on a strange technique to kill those ghost ghosts. Gao Xie couldn't accept this scene for a while, and his heart was full of fear.
The cultivators who defended his law and defensive stage were all panicked, and the secret path was not good.
Cang Lanhe, Shui Lingyuan and Sea Dragon Python, who were still attacking blood in the sword formation, were stunned, thinking that the strength of this white-robed human monk was as short as they could not imagine.
"Evil Wind Drum, kill me!"
Gao Xie has a hideous face, and a little does not believe in evil. He beats the drum head crazily, pushing the evil wind drum to the extreme!
There was a deafening drum sound, and the space seemed to be shaking.
"Oh oh oh!"
The ghost ghosts flying out of the black cloud above Gao Xie's head suddenly increased, and swept toward Shen Lang like a huge wave. Countless stern roars resounded through the world, and the sharp voice made the eardrum sting.
There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Shen Lang's mouth, and the evil spirits of this degree could easily be resisted by the Curse of True Monarch Yi Sheng. Even if the attack is increased tenfold, it will not threaten him at all.
He muttered the magic tricks of True Monarch Yi silently, and the blue runes lingering around his body suddenly released dazzling blue light.
The countless flying ghost ghosts seemed to be extremely frightened by the light released by the blue runes, and they flew back into the black cloud above Gao Xie's head.
When Gao Xie saw this scene, his eyes almost fell off, thinking to me, fuck, why don't these ghosts and phantoms listen to him?
In an instant, all the ghost ghosts flew back into the black cloud above Gao Xie's head, and never dared to come out again.
Gao Xie was sweating profusely, no matter how he beat the evil wind drum, Li Gui Xuying refused to come out.
"No need to knock, that little trick of yours will not work for this young man!" Shen Lang sneered.
As soon as the voice fell, Shen Lang sacrificed his mother-in-law dragon and phoenix ring. The two rings, one large and one small, turned into a thousand-meter-long golden fire dragon and golden fire phoenix.
"hiss!"
Seeing that Shen Lang sacrificed another precious treasure, Gao Xie's scalp was numb, and he took a breath of cold air. He had never encountered a person with such a terrifying combat power!
Even now, if you still face a head-to-head with the other party, today I'm afraid I won't even think about retreating.
Gao Xie stopped beating the evil wind drum and said tremblingly: "Dao...Friends, we have no grievances and no grudges, can we let the old man go? As long as the Dao friends spare his life, the old man is willing to give his own savings. Except for the evil wind drum, all the treasures of my Longyuan Gao family can be given to you!"
Shen Lang sneered. He had already killed enough cultivators during the Deity Transformation Period, and he had also collected countless trophies, so how could he lack such things. Even with the evil wind, Shen Lang was not very enthusiastic.
"For mercy, fellow daoist, the old man is also willing to give a storage ring!"
"Friends of Daoist have supernatural powers, I'll wait to worship and be forgiven!"
"I don't know Taishan, fellow daoists, don't be cruel!"
Seeing that Gao Xie had actually surrendered, those cultivators who had resisted the attack for Gao Xie were panicked, completely devoid of fighting spirit, and begged for mercy.
Shen Lang doesn't like to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but these guys are monks in the transformation stage. Even if they dare not seek revenge on themselves, it is hard to guarantee that they will not threaten those around them in the future.
After walking in the realm of comprehension for so long, Shen Lang has gradually developed a fierce and decisive character.
Can't stay for future troubles!
"My son gave you a chance before, but you didn't cherish it. Now you want to beg for mercy? It's too late!" Shen Lang said indifferently.
As soon as the voice fell, Shen Lang fully urged the Shenfeng Sword Array, and controlled the Dragon and Phoenix Ring to attack.
The overwhelming sword light strangled towards the remaining god-transforming cultivators, and the phantoms of a dragon and a phoenix burst into golden flames like a strong sun, and attacked the group of cultivators.
"Let's go too!"
Cang Lanhe shouted violently, and cooperated with the other two monsters to attack Shen Lang.
"Boom boom boom!"
Under the double attack of the Shenfeng Sword Formation and the Dragon and Phoenix Ring of the son and mother, three cultivators of the God Transformation Stage were immediately defeated. In a series of explosions, their bodies turned into pieces of meat and were killed on the spot.
Now only four cultivators of the transformation stage are still lingering, facing the heaven and earth nets of the sword formation, there is no suspense in the situation.
Gaoxie, who was so desperate, even attempted to explode, but was by the trapped dragon lock that Shen Lang had set up again, and was strangled to death by pressure.