Chapter 2911: Three Corpses Curse

Mengshenjun usually likes to exchange magical powers with others. From his experience, he can naturally see that Shen Lang's strength is extraordinary. He is not polite, and said readily, "Okay, you are careful, Daoist Shen."
"Three Corpse Primordial Curse!"
Monarch Mengshen pierced his fingertips with a sharp blade, uttered a loud shout, and drew three weird runes in front of him using the blood spilled from his fingertips.
The rune twisted and rotated, releasing a monstrous light. For a time, the world changed color, lightning flashed and thundered, and the sky over the venue was instantly covered by rolling black clouds.
This weird spell magical power of God of Dreams can trigger the signs of the sky, which is really incredible.
"Boom!"
The dark clouds gradually condensed into a blood-colored vortex, endless black lightning surged in the vortex, and the extremely violent thunder rang through the world, making people palpitating and fearful, as if something terrible was about to descend from the vortex.
The monks in the venue watched this scene attentively, and can provoke such a violent omen, the magical power of Dream God Monarch is certainly not bad.
The sharp-eyed powerful monk can even see that this seems to be some kind of extremely powerful summoning technique!
"Master..."
Jian Wuhen's expression was extremely dignified, his master showed the strongest supernatural powers as soon as he came up, presumably he had already judged that Shen Lang's strength had reached an incredible level.
"Huh, it's interesting."
Xue Ye Shengjun raised the wine glass in his hand and drank the spirit wine in the glass.
Meng Shenjun was decisive, and he displayed the powerful magical power of the Three Corpse Primordial Curse as soon as he appeared on the scene. He didn't know how Shen Lang would deal with it.
Xue Ye Shengjun doesn’t know much about Dream God, but he also knows that under normal circumstances, excluding Kutuo monk's use of the Sanbao Temple treasure and other anomalies, the strength of this Dream God should be second only to himself among the five sages!
I saw Meng Shenjun push out his palms, madly rushing into the vortex of the sky into spiritual power.
"Roar!!!"
The three huge black ghouls descended from the vortex, roaring from their mouths, exuding an extremely shocking breath, and solidifying the surrounding air.
The three ghouls are about 10,000 meters high, and their black bodies are surrounded by dense black thunder and lightning, one with a bull head, one with a deer head, and one with a horse head. The three ghouls are holding giant axes, covered in blood, and they are extremely hideous!
The three ghouls that were summoned, with a scarlet blood-like spiritual power chain attached to their backs, were pulled by Monarch Monarch. It seems that Monarch Meng Shen used this chain to control the three ghouls.
The Three Corpse Primordial Curse is the head of the ten great curses of the Human Race, one level higher than Fang Cunshan’s three major curses. The Dream God Lord summoned three "Dry-Drought Land Corpses" in one breath with the power of the Primordial Spirit. Realistic top real spirit!
Dry dynasty ground corpse is a kind of corpse species only found in the true immortal realm. It belongs to a kind of puppet in the true celestial world. Some medium and large immortal sects like to use dry dying ground corpse as gatekeeper puppets in some important places of the sect.
There is no doubt that the high-level gatekeeper puppets of the real world are indeed top-notch existences!
"Drought corpse fire!"
Meng Shenjun pulled the three scarlet chains and flicked it fiercely.
"Oh!"
The three dry land corpses spewed out a monstrous purple and blue corpse fire, forming a sea of ​​flames, and rolled towards Shen Lang.
Shen Lang's face was as usual, his fingertips pointed forward: "Sword Domain!"
As soon as the voice fell, the nine silver flying swords in the cold jade sword box broke out, turning into dense silver white sword shadows and light blades, forming a sword domain space.
"boom!!!"
The three dry land corpses released with all their strength. The corpse fire hit the sword domain space, bursting with a loud and earth-shaking roar.
However, after one blow, Shen Langsi was unharmed, and the attack of the three dry corpses did not break his defense at all.
"Wow!"
The venue was in an uproar, and the cultivators had a basic understanding of Shen Lang's strength.
An attack of this intensity failed to break Shen Lang's profound space, which shows that Shen Lang is indeed capable.
The strength of this Monarch of Dreams is already regarded as a top-notch existence among Human Race cultivators, but there is still a big gap compared to Shen Lang.
In the first duel, Shen Lang didn't want to drag his feet, his sleeves rolled up, and he let out a soft drink: "Tiangang Pure Sun Sword Formation!"
As soon as the roar fell, the silver sword shadows and light blades all over the sky in the sword domain space gathered into nine rounds of silver scorching sun, and pressed towards the three dry corpses in front of the Dream God Monarch.
The irregularly rhythmic sword shadows and light blades in the silver scorching sun contain the power to destroy the world and make the scalp numb!
The King of Dreams was very awkward, madly pouring spiritual power into the scarlet chain, and conveying it to the three dry land corpses.
The three dry land corpses soared with black light, and their shape suddenly rose more than three times. Raising the giant axe in their hands, stormy black lightning gushed out of their bodies, and they slashed towards the nine rounds of scorching sun.
"Boom boom boom!!!"
The harsh explosion made people palpitate, and in the cracking sound, the sky filled with silver light covered everything.
The three dry land corpses tried their best to break through the three rounds of silver scorching sun, and they were finally swallowed by the remaining five rounds of silver scorching sun, and their bodies were exploded to pieces, and their gods were all destroyed!
In an instant, the three dry corpses were all destroyed.
The monstrous sword shadow and silver light blade are like broken bamboo, and they are about to swallow the King of Dreams.
"Come!"
With a soft drink, Shen Lang retracted the nine silver flying swords in time, the space of the sword domain collapsed, and the nine flying swords flew back into the cold jade sword box behind them.
"Shenjun Daoyou, you have given way." Shen Lang clasped his fists and smiled at the opposite Meng Shenjun, who was in a cold sweat.
The duel ended so neatly, the cultivators did not react for a while, and the audience was surprisingly quiet.
Recalling the horrible blow just now, Meng Shenjun felt a little lingering now.
He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, clasped his fists and smiled bitterly: "As expected, the number one master of the Ten Thousand Demons League, Fellow Shen Daoist has great magical powers.
Shen Lang said solemnly: "Shenjun and Daoyou are polite, you and I will give further advice if you have the opportunity."
"Give me pointers? Don't be joking, Shen Daoyou, how can you be good at this level of strength? I don't think the three are your opponents. Shen Daoyou has the opportunity to give pointers and it is almost the same." Meng Shenjun shook his head and smiled bitterly.
The combat power of the three drought corpses summoned by himself is comparable to the existence of the top true spirits! The opponent was able to break his own three-corpse primordial curse with one blow, and Shen Lang's strength...has been so powerful that he was not even an enemy of the opponent.
Meng Shenjun thought that even if the Xue Ye Shengjun played, it was estimated that it would be difficult to beat Shen Lang.
"Master..."
Jian Wuhen was already shocked and speechless, his face was ashamed.
Mengshenjun said just now that he was not an enemy of Shen Lang Yihe, Jian Wuhen was still a little unbelieving. Now that after this duel, his master is not Shen Lang's opponent... Jian Wuhen still knows himself, knowing that he is indeed not worthy of being Shen Lang's opponent.
Today is different from the past, and now Shen Lang has reached a height that he cannot touch anyway. Although Jian Wuhen felt a little unwilling, he was still in awe of Shen Lang.