The giant wild boar is still alive.

However, the pig's head was hit hard and one of its eyes exploded. It had completely lost its sense of direction. It howled and rushed past Shen Lang, and with a pop, it crashed into the square outside, which was full of giant crocodiles.

In the turbid pool of monsters.

The wild boar fell into the water, the giant crocodile stirred, and countless waves arose on the water. Soon, large amounts of blood foam appeared, and a large number of broken bones and fur floated...

No matter how wild boars and giant crocodiles fight underwater, it is none of Shen Lang's business.

With a thought, his skin turned blue-black, and he was blessed with the ninth-level spell "Iron Cloth Shirt".

He also kneaded and recited the incantation, and cast the seventh-grade true secret technique "Golden Bell Shield". He placed a golden bell upside down outside his body with Vajra statues on four sides and Buddhist scriptures scattered all over it. Then he held up these two shields and was surrounded by three-headed skeleton shooters.

Get off and walk towards the white jade platform.

The monks on the other three sides are still fighting to the death with the guardian monsters in front of them, and they have all suffered casualties.

Some people had their chests and abdomen opened by the giant bull's horns, some had their upper bodies smashed into pieces by the giant goat, and some were trampled to pieces by the iron hooves of the giant horse.

Except for Shen Lang's side, there were one or two casualties on the other three sides.

Seeing Shen Lang stepping onto the stone steps of the high platform and walking towards the top of the platform, Qin Wuyue and the woman in green looked at each other with vicious eyes.

At the same time, the other three monks who were still alive also noticed the movement on the high platform, and someone shouted:

"We can't let him get the Wind King Pearl!"

"Damn it, the Wind King's Orb is the real treasure. Don't be stingy with the secret treasure you got before. Hurry up and sacrifice it to kill the monsters that are blocking your way!"

"Bring out all your skills to keep things under control! Otherwise, the Wind King's Orb will fall into the hands of others!"

The monks from the other three sides also gained a lot during their respective adventures.

Some people have obtained heavenly and earthly treasures, some have obtained panaceas, some have obtained decrypted secret spell scrolls without metaphorical secret words, and some have obtained powerful offensive magic weapons.

In order to prevent Shen Lang from obtaining the Wind King's Orb, the monks who were alive on three sides could no longer afford to be stingy.

A female cultivator on the left took out a flaming red bullet, fired it with a snap of her fingers, and with a bang, blew up the head of the giant bull that could not be killed no matter how hard it was hit.

A male cultivator on the right gritted his teeth and took out a small black-gold cone, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the small cone. The small cone immediately turned into a black-gold light, and with a pop, it penetrated the giant goat in front of him from head to tail.

The monks on the opposite side were also furiously consuming spiritual elixirs. After instantly replenishing their energy, they did not hesitate to triple the consumption, and instantly cast their most powerful spells, and with great difficulty killed the giant horse that intercepted them.

At this time, Shen Lang had already climbed to the top of the high platform and ordered a skeleton archer to get the Wind King Orb. No one noticed that Shen Lang's position at this time caused his golden bell to fall to the top of the high platform.

The little skull is also shrouded in it.

The skeleton archer raised his hand to grab the Wind King's Orb, but as soon as his skeletal hand touched the black wind surrounding the orb, his whole body exploded into bone dust with a thud.

Everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, and some people shouted:

"Gods and objects are destined to be destined. You are not destined to be a destined person. If you can't touch the pearl, why don't you get down!"

Shen Lang turned a deaf ear and ordered the second skeleton shooter to get the orb, but was still hit by the black wind around the orb and exploded into bone powder all over the sky.

But this time, none of the monks in the audience felt happy at all.

Because after exploding two skeleton shooters in succession, the black wind around the orb dissipated a bit, and there was another skeleton shooter beside Shen Lang, and he could also use the "Powerful Grasping Hand", "Powerful Vajra Palm", and "Big Monument-Smashing Hand"

Such spells can be used to kill the black wind around the orb and capture it!

Under the nervous attention of everyone in the audience, including those watching the "live broadcast", Shen Lang's last skeleton shooter raised his hand to grab the orb, but it was still exploded into pieces by the black wind.

But Shen Lang did not hesitate, stretched out his hand and used the "Strength Grasping Hand". The five fingers of his huge translucent palm spread out and grasped the Wind King's Orb.

Seeing that the black wind around the Wind King's Orb was getting darker and darker, the monks in the audience no longer dared to sit back and watch him kill the black wind. With a shout, they all used their strongest spells to attack Shen Lang.

In an instant, he saw a skull filled with black smoke, a translucent three-foot-long sword, a large fireball dragging thick smoke, and a blazing white light, blasting towards Shen Lang from three sides.

At the same time, a green, translucent miniature mountain peak appeared above Shen Lang, pressing down hard on his head.

Dozens of black tentacles as thick as wrists and full of fanged mouths appeared from under his feet, and they wrapped around him.

Qin Wuyue and the woman in green also took action decisively.

The woman in green used the "Golden Flame Needle", and a thin golden light flew out, hitting the dead point on the back of Shen Lang's head.

Qin Wuyue chanted a mantra and grabbed Shen Lang from the air with five fingers. A pale ghost hand appeared out of thin air behind Shen Lang's head. Following Qin Wuyue's movements, he dug a claw into the back of Shen Lang's head.

However, Shen Lang remained unmoved and allowed eight powerful seventh-level spells to fall on him.

Boom boom boom!

Amidst the deafening explosions, flames erupted on the high platform, black smoke billowed, white light flashed rapidly, and golden light exploded.

However……

When the flames and dust dissipated, everyone took a closer look and saw Shen Lang standing on the high platform intact, with the "golden bell" on his body still shining with golden light, showing no signs of collapse.

The golden bell is only a seventh-level spell.

Even ordinary seventh-grade defensive spells, even if cast by sixth-grade monks, can withstand at most four or five seventh-grade offensive spells cast by seventh-grade monks before they collapse and dissipate.

However, the "golden bell" is different.

Perhaps due to Buddhist philosophy, Buddhist martial arts, spells, attacks, and killing capabilities are not considered top-notch.

But in terms of defense and treatment, Buddhist martial arts and spells are extremely powerful.

Among the two Buddhist great masters today, "Venerable Liuli" ranks last in attack power among the six great masters in the world, even inferior to the great masters of martial arts.

But once the tortoise shell is opened and you sit down and let him be beaten, no matter how great the real person or the great master is, no matter how hard you try, you can beat the Lord Liuli for a day and a night.

This shows how strong Buddhism’s defense is.

The "Golden Bell Cover", a true secret technique of Buddhism, has extremely strong defense. When used by Shen Lang, its defensive power was even stronger than the imagination of Qin Wuyue and other monks.

Eight seventh-level spells were blasted upwards, and the golden bell still shone brightly without any dullness at all.

While the monks were stunned, Shen Lang extended his grasping hand twice in a row and finally completely wiped out the black wind around the orb.

Then he sneered, looked around, and looked at the monks with contempt. Under the eyes of the monks in the audience, he used a powerful grappling hand to grab the Wind King Orb.

Seeing that the translucent big hands were about to grasp the orb.

The monks screamed and cast spells together, and eight seventh-grade spells were blasted at Shen Lang again.

Among them, the woman in green's golden flame needle directly hit the powerful grappler, preventing Shen Lang from obtaining the orb first.

"Is it useful?"

Shen Lang sneered and directly used the "Golden Bell" again, knocking off the previous golden bell that had worn away some of its defensive power.

Seeing him being so cautious, everyone suddenly felt a chill.

At this time, Shen Lang's powerful grappling hand had been broken by the golden flame needle of the woman in green, and the sky was filled with flames, black smoke, and white dust.

"it's useless."

Shen Lang said calmly, facing the spell bombardment, he used his strong grasping hand to grab the Wind King Orb again.

at this time.

A ray of black golden light suddenly broke through the black smoke of the flames, shot out, and hit the golden bell with a clang.

The golden bell jar suddenly shook and burst into large cracks.

Shen Lang was stunned. He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the black gold light nailed to the golden bell. He saw that it was the small black gold cone that had penetrated the giant goat with a previous blow.

The monk who commanded this little black-gold cone had a pale face, as if he had been exhausted, but his face was filled with a proud and sinister smile.

Then he spat out another mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, stretched out his finger, and the small black gold cone nailed to the golden bell was filled with light. He pushed it forward, and with a bang, the golden bell was completely destroyed.

Then the black gold cone hit Shen Lang's heart again. Although defeating the golden bell had consumed most of its power, the remaining power was no longer enough to penetrate the "iron cloth shirt", but the powerful impact still hit Shen Lang.

The waves spurted blood and flew into the air.

He drew a huge parabola in the air, flew far away from the high platform, and even fell into a muddy pool full of crocodile monsters with a pop.

Then, in the muddy pool, a similar scene happened again when the wild boar fell into the water: giant crocodile beasts rushed towards the place where the waves fell into the water, opened their mouths to bite, and rolled in death. The water surface suddenly stirred up with water spray, and then there were traces of

Blood stains...

The monks were overjoyed. No matter whether the "True Successor of Buddhism" was dead or not, there was no chance to compete with them for the Wind King's Orb now!

At that moment, all the monks rushed to the high platform one after another, and while rushing back, they cast spells to counterattack.

Soon, a monk was the first to reach the top.

But before he reached out to grab the orb that was no longer surrounded by the black wind, he was bombarded by several spells. With just one blow, he was blown to pieces.

However……

After the black smoke, blazing white flames, and mountain stone dust erupted from the spell dissipated.

The Wind King Orb that was floating quietly on the top of the stage actually disappeared without a trace!
Chapter completed!