Meng Shenjun usually likes to learn about magical powers with others. From his experience, he can naturally see that Shen Lang's strength is extraordinary. He was not polite and said cheerfully: "Okay, fellow Taoist Chen, be careful."

"Three Corpses's Yuanshen Curse!"

Meng Shenjun cut his fingertips with a sharp blade, shouted loudly from his mouth, and used the blood overflowing from his fingertips to draw three strange blood-colored runes in front of him.

The blood-colored runes twisted and spiraled, releasing a huge blood light. For a moment, the sky and earth changed color, and lightning and thunder roared. The sky above the venue was covered with rolling dark clouds in an instant.

It is really incredible that the strange magical power of Meng Shenjun can actually trigger the heavenly signs.

"Boom!"

The dark clouds gradually condensed into a blood-colored vortex, and endless black lightning surged in the vortex. The extremely violent thunder sounded shaking the world, making people feel terrified, as if something terrible was about to descend from the vortex.

The monks in the venue watched this scene attentively, which could trigger such a violent omen. The power of the Divine God Lord's magical power must be quite good.

The sharp-eyed powerful monk could even see that this seemed to be some extremely powerful summoning technique!

“Master…”

Jian Wuhen's face was extremely solemn. His master used the strongest magical powers as soon as he came up. I believe he had already judged that Shen Lang's strength was so powerful that it was incredible.

"Hmph, it's interesting."

The Snowy Night Saint Lord raised the wine glass in his hand and drank the spiritual wine in the glass in one go.

Meng Shenjun was decisive and used the powerful magical power of the Three Corpse Yuanshen Curse as soon as he appeared. I wonder how that kid Shen Lang would deal with it.

The Snowy Night Saint Lord doesn’t know much about the Dream God, but he also knows that under normal circumstances, if you exclude the use of the treasures of the Three Treasures Temple and other abnormalities, the strength of this Dream God Lord should be second only to his own among the five great Saint Lords!

I saw the God of Dream pushing out his palms and madly penetrated spiritual power into the blood-colored vortex in the sky.

"roar!!!"

Three huge black corpse ghosts descended from the blood-colored vortex, roaring in their mouths, emitting an extremely terrifying aura, which made the air around them solidify.

The three corpse ghosts were about ten thousand meters high, and their black ink bodies were surrounded by dense black thunder and lightning. One had a cow's head, the other had a deer's head, and the other had a horse's head. The three corpse ghosts held giant axes, covered in blood, and their faces were extremely ferocious!

The three corpse ghosts summoned were connected behind them with a blood-red spiritual chain, which was pulled into the hands of the God of Dream. The God of Dream seemed to be using this and the chain to control the three corpse ghosts.

The Three Corpses Yuanshen Curse is the first of the ten major curses of the human race, which is one level higher than the three major curses of Fangcunshan. The Dream Lord summoned three "Drought Ba Earth Corps" in one breath with the power of the soul, and the combat power is close to the top real spirit!

The Hanba Earth Corpse is a species of corpse that is only found in the True Immortal Realm. It is a kind of puppet in the True Immortal Realm. Some medium and large immortal sects like to use the Hanba Earth Corpse as gatekeeper puppets in some important places of the sect.

There is no doubt that the high-level gatekeeper puppets in the True Immortal Realm must be a top-notch existence in the lower realm!

"Drought-bag corpse fire!"

The God of Dream pulled three blood-colored chains and swung them violently.

"Ao!"

The three drought-bahn corpses spewed out the mouths of the purple-green corpse fire, forming a sea of ​​fire, and rolled towards Shen Lang.

Shen Lang's face was as usual, and his fingertips pointed forward: "Sword Domain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, nine silver flying swords in the Hanyu Sword Box broke out and turned into dense silver-white sword shadows and light blades, forming a sword domain space.

"boom!!!"

Three dry corpses released their corpse fire with all their strength and hit the sword domain space, bursting out with a roar that shook the sky and the earth.

However, after the attack, Shen Lang was not hurt at all, and the attacks of the three drought-bar corpses did not break through his defense at all.

"Wow!"

The venue was in an uproar, and the monks also had a basic understanding of Shen Lang's strength.

Even an attack of such strength failed to break through Shen Lang's mysterious realm space, which shows that Shen Lang is indeed very capable.

The strength of this Meng Shenjun is already an outstanding top-notch among human cultivators, but there is still a big gap compared to Shen Lang.

In the first duel, Shen Lang didn't want to drag the mud, rolled his sleeves and let out a light shout: "Tiangang Pure Yang Sword Formation!"

As soon as the roar fell, the silver sword shadows and light blades in the sword domain space gathered into nine silver scorching suns, pressing towards the three drought-bar corpses in front of the Dream God.

The irregular and rhythmic sword shadows and light blades in the silver scorching sun contain the power of destroying the world, making people's scalp numb!

Meng Shenjun's heart was so heartbroken that he frantically poured spiritual power into the blood-colored chains, spreading it into the bodies of three corpses of the drought-bar.

The three drought-bat corpses had a sudden black light, and their bodies suddenly increased by more than three times. They swung the giant axe in their hands, and black lightning like storm surged out of their bodies, and slashed towards the nine rounds of scorching sun.

"Dongdongdongdongdong!!!"

The harsh explosion made people feel palpitations, and amid the bursting sound, silver light covered everything.

The three drought-bat corpses tried their best to barely break through the three silver scorching suns. They were finally swallowed and submerged by the remaining five silver scorching suns one after another. Their bodies were blown up to pieces, and their spirits and bodies were destroyed!

In an instant, all three drought-bahn corpses were destroyed.

The surging sword shadow and silver light blade were as powerful as the sword, and they were about to swallow God Meng in.

"receive!"

Shen Lang shouted softly and took back nine silver flying swords in time. The sword domain space collapsed, and the nine flying swords flew back into the Hanyu Sword Box behind him.

"Fellow God, I'll give in." Shen Lang smiled at the dream God who was sweating coldly on the opposite side.

The duel ended so cleanly that the monks did not react for a while, and the whole audience was surprisingly quiet.

Thinking back to the terrifying blow just now, the Meng Shenjun is still feeling a little scared now.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, clasped his fists and smiled bitterly: "I am worthy of being the number one master of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance. Fellow Daoist Shen has great magical powers and is willing to give in to the disadvantage."

Shen Lang said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist Shenjun, you are polite. I will give you another advice if you have the chance."

"Instructions? Fellow Daoist Shen, don't be joking. How good is this strength to show off? I probably won't be your opponents. Fellow Daoist Shen has the opportunity to give a good advice." Mr. Meng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The three drought-bahn corpses he summoned were comparable to those of the top real spirits! The opponent was able to break through his own three corpses's soul curse with one blow. Shen Lang's strength... has reached an unimaginable level, and he is not even the enemy of the other party.

Meng Shenjun thought that even if the Snow Night Saint Lord came on stage, it would probably be difficult for Shen Lang to beat him.

“Master…”

Jian Wuhen was shocked and could not speak, with a look of ashamed face.

Just now, the God of Meng said that he was not the enemy of Shen Lang, and Jian Wuhen still didn't believe it. Now that this duel has come, his master is not Shen Lang's opponent... Jian Wuhen is still self-aware and knows that he is indeed not worthy of being Shen Lang's opponent.
Chapter completed!