Chapter 2427: Enter the ghost prison

Shen Lang's cold hair stood up all over, the wind ghost king's move was extremely powerful, and it would be hard to resist if he didn't go all out.
"Nine You Sword Formation!"
Shen Lang quickly sacrificed the Heavenly Star Nine Swords and displayed the Nine Nether Sword Formation.
"Shoo!"
The nine flying swords formed countless sword shadows, shattering the surrounding space to form a sword shadow space.
The condensed sword shadow space was also like a tornado, rushing towards the black tornado.
"boom!!!"
There was a loud noise, the dazzling light covered everything around, and the sea below was lifted up, the waves were overwhelming, and the black wind roared, making the scene extremely shocking.
The Nine Nether Sword Array withstood the blow of the Wind Ghost King, and Shen Lang urged Hun Yuan in his dantian, and a white light barrier instantly condensed around his body, easily resisting the impact of the explosion.
Feng Yaotian is worthy of being the young master of the Fenggui clan, and his combat power seems to be stronger than the old hosta that Shen Lang had encountered before.
Fortunately, I had collected five wearable prehistoric spirit treasures, otherwise the situation would be really hard to tell.
Feng Yaotian didn't feel well, and the force of a counter shock from the explosion caused the huge body of Feng Gui Wang to recede thousands of meters.
He didn't expect Shen Lang's strength to be so strong. The "Void Storm" just now was his strongest natal supernatural power, and he could be directly followed by this kid!
Feng Yaotian had also heard that Shen Lang defeated the Mahayana monks. At first he thought it was an erroneous rumor, but now that he looks at it this way, this scumbag really has such strength!
Not seeing it with his own eyes, Feng Yaotian couldn't imagine that this mighty magical power actually came from the hands of a monk during the fit period.
Shen Lang was unwilling to fight, and after receiving the next blow, he turned and flew towards the ghost prison.
"Missions, don't run if you have a kind!"
Feng Gui Wang roared sharply and continued to rush towards Shen Lang.
Shen Lang rushed forward, and the huge Wind Ghost King from the rear attacked him from time to time. Shen Lang relied on the Nine Nether Sword Array to counterattack, and used Hun Yuan to defend with one attack.
The attacks of the Wind Ghost King could be resisted by Shen Lang. Even if some of the attacks hit Shen Lang, they were easily resisted by the Hun Yuan condensed from Shen Lang's body.
"Damn, what a wicked one!"
Feng Guiwang's face was black like the bottom of a pot, and this kid's defense was almost like a copper wall and an iron wall.
He guessed that Shen Lang's defensive barrier should be the Hunyuan Qi of the three major Tiangang fighting spirits, gritted his teeth with hatred.
Originally, this kid had four wearable Hunyuan magic weapons, only one Hunyuan armor, so he found his concubine.
My beloved concubine's Hunyuan armor was robbed, not to mention, it was given by this kid! Feng Yaotian's mind was blown up when he thought of this.
Shen Lang flew in the direction of the ghost prison while parrying the attack launched by the Fenggui Wang from the rear.
After flying for 100,000 miles, Shen Lang saw a large black fog suddenly appearing over the sea in front of him. The sky and the sea were all black. The deeper he went, even the evil moon in the sky was concealed. Stuck in a quagmire, unable to release.
It is rumored that there are tens of thousands of Yin veins intertwined under the seabed of the island of the ghost prison, and the entire island will release a very heavy Yin attribute to the outside, and even a trace of death.
These dead auras had no obvious effect on monks below the Mahayana period. However, if the monks in the Mahayana period are dead, they will lose their life.
"Stop me!"
Feng Yaotian knew that he could no longer move forward, yelling frantically, and quickly grabbed Shen Lang with his right hand.
Shen Lang backhanded a Sky Star Slash, repelling the Wind Ghost King.
The wind ghost king's huge arm was hit by the sword shadow space with a lot of wounds, dripping with blood.
"Goodbye, Young Master Fenggui!"
Shen Lang smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, raised a to Feng Yaotian, and then turned and plunged his head into the black mist.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh Shen, one day I want you to die without a burial place!"
Feng Yaotian shuddered and roared.
The anger that swelled to the extreme came to his heart, Feng Yaotian's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
This time I really vomited blood!
They have already chased outside the ghost prison, don't want to be run away by this kid.
No matter how angry he is, the last trace of reason is still there. Going forward, there is a large array of Dutian Ghost Fang that may touch the ghost prison. Feng Yaotian can only stop here, watching Shen Lang disappear in front of him.
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Shen Lang flew towards the depths of the black mist, the oncoming black mist was not turbid, but a spirit of Yin attribute with a trace of death. Because it was extremely dense, it was black.
Seeing Feng Yaotian behind him did not catch up, he was relieved, finally getting rid of this big trouble.
Shen Lang knew very little about ghost prisons, and could only move forward cautiously.
Within the black fog, there seemed to be some mysterious restraining power. Shen Lang couldn't release his divine consciousness in the black fog, and the Tianying's spiritual eyes could not use it.
Only as deep as a headless fly.
Not long after, Shen Lang could finally vaguely see a huge island, and it was this island that exuded black mist.
This island is the ghost prison, also known as the "ghost prison island". The entire island has a radius of about a million miles and is densely packed with monks.
Generally, the monks who enter the ghost prison are basically desperadoes who have offended one party and were hunted down. Therefore, the ghost prison is relatively chaotic, there is no law, everyone speaks by strength, and the strong are respected.
The strength of the monks in the ghost prison is quite amazing.
The monks with weak cultivation bases dare not step into the ghost prison. Although the ghost prison is a shelter for desperadoes, it is limited to the strong, and the weak will not survive for three days in the ghost prison.
It is said that there are not a few cultivators in the Conjugate Phase in the Ghost Prison, and there are countless cultivators in the Void Refining Phase.
The weakest and weakest cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage can only serve as a handyman or even a slave if he wants to survive.
All in all, the ghost prison is a very cruel place.
Shen Lang flew into the island, and finally landed on a barren mountain to the south of the island.
After scanning around, Shen Lang was quite surprised.
Although the entire Ghost Prison Island was enveloped by black air, within the island, there was no trace of black mist at all, and the blood-red moon was clearly visible in the sky.
Unfortunately, as soon as the escape light on Shen Lang's side fell, fifty or sixty escape lights flew from the distant mountain.
"Hahaha, this time I caught a big fat sheep!"
"Tsk tusk, at the beginning of the fit, it seems that it won't be too poor!"
"The guys who came before are all rubbish, this time I finally got a fat guy!"
The group of cultivators who flew over talked verbally.
"robber?"
Shen Lang glanced at the group of flying monks, and listened to their talk, it seemed that it was a group of bandits in the ghost prison.
The ghost prison is a place of riots. Except for some cities controlled by big forces, you can fight and fight anywhere, without moral constraints. As long as you are strong enough, you can kill any people you want, no one can control you.
Bandit groups like the one in front of him who are looking at the new monks are really too common.
Shen Lang didn't bother to talk nonsense with this group of guys, flipping his hands and offering a golden sword of mixed origin.