Chapter 3342: Who is the enemy?

The elders understood what Liehu meant, but they didn't have much hope for the monk named Shen Lang in their hearts.
The mysterious monk who had occupied the back mountain of Sun Yaoshan all the year round showed that the mountain was not leaking, and no one knew what his true strength was.
The elders of the school rumors that this guy deceived the trust of the suzerain, and pretended to borrow the place where Sun Yaoshan's chaotic spiritual power is the most abundant, mostly a liar.
Riyao Mountain itself is not a sacred place for cultivation. If you want to say that it can attract experts to come, no one believes it.
The zombie puppet that Jinniuzhai moved out of Jinniuzhai now has a combat power comparable to that of an immortal. The elders don't think that Brother Shen Lang is really capable of dealing with the zombie puppet. Liehu didn't have much confidence in his heart, but he shouted angrily at Niu Ding: "Niu Ding, I advise you not to be too happy. Although I don't know where you got this stinking zombie puppet, But don't think you have this thing
It will be invincible, and our Yaoyang Sect also has a master! "　　" Niu Ding snorted as soon as he said this, "The master sits down?" Hahaha, don't laugh at me, there are experts in the ruined place of Riyao Mountain? Liehu, you are really bragging about not making drafts. If you have the ability, please give that master to Lao Tzu.
Come out! "
The Jinniuzhai monk on the Lingzhou warship burst into laughter, thinking that Liehu was bluffing.
Hearing the harsh ridicule from the monks in Jinniuzhai, Liehu's face flushed red, and gritted his teeth and said: "Niu Ding, give me a few minutes if there is a species, this sect master will go to Yaoyang Sect to invite that master out. !" Niu Ding shrugged and said: "I can give you a chance, but I want to see what master you can hire! In addition, the monks of the Yaoyang Sect also pricked his ears for Laozi to listen, yours. If the idiot lord can't hire a master, still
Don't have any hope, surrender consciously, I can spare you not to die. "
"Wow!"
As soon as these words came out, the cultivators of the Yaoyang Sect were in a commotion, and many cultivators really started to think of surrendering.
Huang Fengling doesn't have long-standing sect forces. Yaoyang Sect has a history of only a hundred thousand years. The disciples of the sect do not have much sense of belonging to the sect, and of course they still want to live.
After all, the zombie puppets of Jinniu Village are too powerful, powerful enough to crush their Yaoyang Sect.
"Niu Ding, wait for me!"
After putting down this ruthless word, Liehu turned into a stream of light, and immediately flew outside the cave mansion on the back of Riyao Mountain.
Liehu fell on his knees outside the Dong Mansion's restrictions, and said in a deep voice, "Senior Shen Lang, Yaoyang Sect is in a catastrophe today, and I hope Senior can help!"
There was no response from the cave.
Liehu's forehead was sweating, and his voice rose a few degrees: "Senior Shen Lang, if you are still indifferent, the enemy will soon enter the Yaoyang sect, and there will be no place for Seniors in the Sun Yaoshan! "
As soon as the voice fell, a golden light and shadow flew from the cave mansion, floating in front of Liehu.
The golden light converged, and it was the deity of Shen Lang who had not been seen for hundreds of years.
Compared with hundreds of years ago, the surface of Shen Lang's skin was surrounded by a faint golden streamer, which was crystal clear like porcelain jade, and the whole person seemed to be deeper and more dusty than before.
Shen Lang previously concentrated on meditating in the Guangtian Palace. Although he noticed the changes in the outside world, he did not care too much.
Until Liehu's words reached Shen Lang's ears, Shen Lang was extremely upset. He immediately left Guangtian Palace, flew out of the cave, and asked straightforwardly: "Say, who is the enemy in your mouth?"
Liehu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Senior, please come with me!"
After all, Liehu rose into the air, followed by Shen Lang.
Soon, Liehu led Shen Lang to the front of the two armies and confronted Niu Ding.
There was a commotion in the audience, and all Yaoyang Sect monks were uneasy, and now they could only pin their hopes on Shen Lang.
"Drought Man Heaven Corpse?"
Shen Lang fixed his eyes on the giant golden zombie beside Niu Ding, and his brows were suddenly raised.
The Golden Retriever Zombie in front of us is indeed a Drought Heaven Corpse, but both its size and the aura it exudes is a lot higher than the ordinary Drought Heaven Corpse, it should be a peak level Dry Drought Heaven Corpse!
The Liushamen monk is good at puppet art. The previous Wu Zang envoy also called the Drought Sky Corpse, but it was far worse than the current one. Shen Lang was secretly surprised. He didn't think that Huang Fengling also had a demon repair who was good at puppet art.
Niu Ding looked at Shen Lang a few times, and said contemptuously: "I still think that you Yaoyang Sect really hired some master, just this rubbish, I am embarrassed to scream? What a joke!"
Shen Lang used the moon shadow ring to hide his cultivation base, Niu Ding couldn't see his cultivation base.
How many catties can a Terran monk who is found casually have? Niu Ding saw that Shen Lang was fair and young, and he thought Liehu must be bluffing.
Shen Lang stared at Niu Ding blankly, and said coldly, "Huh, is the monk power you brought want to capture Yaoyang Sect?"
Niu Ding felt tired and crooked: "So what? Boy, dare to point me to Laozi, you are not brave!"
"Ssangyong Thunder Curse!"
Shen Lang didn't bother to talk nonsense with this idiot, just pointed forward.
"Roar! Roar!"
Two huge thunder dragons, one gold and one dark, rushed to the Niu Ding with the violent thunder power, and the harsh thunder sound shook the sky and the earth was shocking.
Feeling the terrifying power carried by the two thunder dragons that struck, Niu Ding let out a "fuck" and flew out of the golden chair in fright, shaking the golden bell in his hand frantically.
"Ring Ling Ling!"
The golden sound wave was transmitted to the ears of the corpse of the dry man, and the corpse of the dry man stopped in front of Niu Ding at a very fast speed, and his palms shot out the violent tsunami-like fire of the corpse, and bombarded the two thunder dragons. Go!
Between the lightning and flint, the poisonous fire of the sky corpse hit two thunder dragons.
"Boom!!!"
The violent explosion sounded like heaven and earth cracking.
The Shuanglong Thunder Curse shot by Shen Lang burst out with a powerful destructive force, suppressing the poisonous fire released by the dry corpse with a force of destruction!
"Roar!!!"
The sturdy Thunder Dragon hit the dry dragon corpse frontally, and the endless two-color thunder rolled endlessly, tearing the huge flesh of the dry dying corpse into a lot of wounds, and the dry dying sky corpse made a tragic hoarse wailing sound.
In an instant, the corpse of the Drought Sky was stunned by the thunder of the Shuanglong Thunder Curse and flew out, dripping with blood, and bounced with dense arcs, completely paralyzed and unable to move.
"No... impossible!"
Niu Ding saw that the other party had severely damaged the corpse of the Drought and Man with just an understatement, and a storm surged in his heart, and he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Hmph, I thought it was so powerful, it was originally only slightly stronger than the ordinary Drought-Man Celestial Corpse, it's really vulnerable!"
Shen Lang said with a cold expression, his right finger continued to move forward: "Guishui Dragon Thunder!"
Suddenly, Shen Lang's fingertips condensed a swirling black cloud, and a huge black thunder dragon rushed out of the black cloud. The dragon's body spattered with terrifying black thunder and cold light, spreading its teeth and dancing claws, and attacked the opposite cow. tripod.
Niu Ding was so scared that his soul flew away, and even the corpse was not the opponent of this guy. How could he be able to resist the opponent's supernatural power?
"No! Fellow Daoist, please!!!!" Niu Ding roared desperately, but it was too late.