"Sword Domain!"

Shen Lang used his sword domain with a crazy face, controlling the overwhelming sword shadows and light blades to strangle Chiyang.

"Dong dong dong!"

The sound of the explosion was like the earth shattering, but it still failed to cause much damage to Chiyang.

Except for the evil shadow whose strength has skyrocketed, which can still be of some use, the attacks of other monks are really unsatisfactory and cannot break through the defense.

Yun Henzi's support reached the limit, and his aura became weaker and weaker. Due to the excessive consumption of vitality and soul power, his skin was drying up and aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his bones began to shrink.

The seven-colored runes that bound Chi Yang began to be burned by black flames and gradually disappeared.

"Bang!!!"

Suddenly, a violent muffled sound sounded, and Chi Yang finally broke free from the seven-colored runes that bound him.

The moment he broke free from the colorful runes, black air waves surged all over Chiyang's body, sweeping around like a violent tornado. The monks from the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance who besieged him were all blown away by the sudden burst of spiritual pressure.

Got out.

"puff!"

Chiyang broke free from the shackles of the golden rosy vase, and Yunhenzi was deeply affected by the backlash. A large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. His whole body was already crumbling, and his life had come to an end.

Shen Lang relied on his enhanced sword domain and nine-turn seal to withstand the terrifying spiritual pressure emitted by Chiyang, and was barely able to stabilize his body.

Seeing Chi Yang breaking free from his restraints and Yun Henzi dying, Shen Lang's heart twitched and his heart sank to the bottom.

Chiyang was restrained just now and stood up for them to hit, but they couldn't hit him. Now that the animal has escaped from the trap, what effect can they achieve with their weak strength?

Shen Lang clenched his fists, knowing that there was no hope of survival.

But even if he dies, he must die standing and must not lose his dignity.

"Tiangang Pure Yang Sword Formation!"

Shen Lang's eyes were about to burst, and he used his last strength, spitting out three streaks of golden blood from his mouth, and unleashed the killing move of the Sword Domain.

The silver sword shadows all over the sky turned into nine silver scorching suns. The energy compressed to the extreme was filled with terrifying power that could destroy the world. The nine silver scorching suns pressed towards the red sun one after another.

"Shen Lang, you little bastard, you are trying to hurt me with this half-baked earthly magic. What a fool's errand! Since you can jump so well, I will operate on you first!"

Chiyang's eyes flashed with violent murderous intent.

Among these rubbish monks in the ancient spiritual world, Shen Lang is the only one who has emerged in strength, but he is far from qualified to make Chi Yang take him seriously. He is even weaker than Du Xuan and Tieshan.

However, what surprised Chiyang was that this kid had clearly not cultivated an immortal body, yet he was able to use thin chaotic spiritual power and master crude earthly immortal arts, which was quite strange.

As soon as Chi Yang's roar subsided, a huge red centipede shadow rose behind him.

The centipede phantom opened its sharp mouthparts and spit out a large black poisonous fire, overwhelming the sky and hitting the nine-round silver scorching sun.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The heavy roar shook the heaven and the earth, and the nine silver scorching suns collapsed on the spot and exploded. The black poisonous fire released by the red sun instantly suppressed Shen Lang's attack.

"It's over!"

Seeing the overwhelming black poisonous fire coming towards him, Shen Lang looked crazy and miserable, with nowhere to dodge.

Shen Lang no longer has any means to resist this level of attack. Even if he is in the state of Three Flowers Gathering, he will be poisoned by the curse after being attacked by this poisonous fire, and he will definitely die!

"Don't even think about it, evil beast!"

Just when Shen Lang was desperate, Yun Henzi, who was dying below, used up his last bit of strength to hold up the golden glow vase and soar into the sky.

"Buzz buzz!"

The golden rosy vase carried a large swath of colorful rays of light, forming a barrier that abruptly withstood the power of the black poisonous fire.

"Crush it, treasure bottle!"

Yun Henzi's old face, mixed with a little sadness, turned into a stream of light and flew into the golden glow vase.

The Jinxia treasure vase is the natal magic weapon that Jinxia boy's life depends on. If the vase is with the person, he will die if the vase breaks.

"Bang!!!"
Chapter completed!