Chapter 3339

"Ah

Xuanming watched the death of all the famous monks. His face was twisted to the extreme, and his face roared wildly. His heart was filled with boundless anger.

Last time, Shen Lang killed five immortals and worshipped them in Liusha gate. He was very angry. This time, I killed hundreds of celebrities. I can't believe it.

If Yun Tianlin knew that all the hundred famous monks who he had brought were killed, he would have to skin himself!

"Shen Lang is a mess. You have killed so many Liusha sect elders. If I don't kill you, I swear not to be a human being! "

No matter how angry xuanming is, his reason is still there. He may not be able to save his life if he continues to stay in the thunder pool.

As soon as the roar fell, xuanming tried his best to activate Xuanwu seal, and fled to the top of Leichi as fast as he could.

"Boom boom!"

After the explosion subsided, Shen Lang avoided the space crack in the thunder pool, rushed forward quickly, rolled away the storage rings of the monks of the Liusha gate, and then quickly chased the xuanming above.

With a bang, xuanming rushed out of the thunder pool first.

"Death

After that, the heavy waves rolled up a large number of sky thunder in the thunder pool, forming a huge lightning tornado and rushing towards xuanming.

Xuanming held Xuanwu seal in his hand and turned to face the waves.

"Roar!"

The Xuanwu holy tortoise spirit under his body made a low and hoarse roar, and the tortoise shell was shining with gold. The spirit's defense ability climbed to the limit.

"Boom!"

The golden lightning storm hit the spirit of Xuanwu holy tortoise, and burst out the earth shaking roar.

The heavy waves continue to roll up the power of the sky thunder in the thunder pool, and the huge amount of golden sky thunder sweeps away like a whirlpool tsunami towards the Xuanwu holy turtle spirit.

"Boom boom!"

A series of roars and bursts were heard, and the heavy burden of Xuanwu holy turtle Spirit gave out a heavy low roar, and his body kept shaking and shivering.

The power of thunder in the Leichi can be called endless. After the Xuanwu holy turtle spirit resisted for a period of time, the turtle shell of the spirit began to crack out ferocious cracks!

"Tut!"

Xuanming smacks his mouth, but the secret is not good in his heart.

This boy can make full use of the thunder energy in the thunder pool. He must have thoroughly refined Lei Lingzhu and possessed the origin of thunder. Otherwise, it is impossible to control the thunder to such an appalling level.

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, five golden lightning tornadoes rolled up all over the body, trapping the Xuanwu holy turtle spirit firmly in it. A large number of golden thunder surging in the air outlet repeatedly attacked the Xuanwu holy turtle spirit.

"Roar!"

The tempestuous sky thunder attack finally made the Xuanwu holy turtle spirit unable to hold on. There was a roar of grief and indignation in his mouth. The turtle shell was torn apart, and a large number of holes were blasted out of his body. Finally, he was engulfed by the sky thunder.

Xuanming took advantage of the last trace of defense of Xuanwu seal to soar into the air and avoid the thunder attack without danger. His forehead was sweating.

Although he just made those cruel remarks, xuanming had nothing to do with shenlang.

As long as the waves don't leave the thunder pool, he can't resist the storm like thunder attack!

This is not the point. The point is that there is a "eight wasteland and six immortals array" around Leichi. Xuanming didn't participate in the arrangement of the array just now, so he couldn't lift the barrier of the array. Instead, he was trapped in the array and became a turtle in a jar.

"The seventh terrace magic, thunderbolt!"

Shen Lang saw that xuanming's Xuanwu seal had been broken, and his eyes suddenly showed a strong killing. At the moment, he had no reservation and tried his best to arouse the power of all the thunder in the thunder pool.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, like a huge tsunami, dense golden thunder surged out from behind the waves. The shocking golden thunder rolled like mountains and seas. The dazzling golden thunder rendered all the surrounding scenery into pure gold!

"Thunderbolt, kill me!"

His eyes are like electricity, pointing to the sky.

The inexhaustible thunder turns into a huge thunder whirlpool, carrying the potential of heaven shaking and earth splitting! The power of Haixiao mountain collapse! He dashed into the sky and ran into xuanming.

"The seventh terrace magic, ice coffin in cold weather!"

Xuanming was trapped in the eight wasteland Liuhe immortal array and was forced to die. He had to open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood essence to make a white seal.

"Buzz, buzz!"

The fierce cold rush out from the FA seal, and a huge amount of snowstorm swept over xuanming's body, which quickly condensed a blue ice coffin.

Xuanming sealed himself in the ice coffin, as strong as an iron wall.

The next moment, the thunder whirlpool hit the ice coffin.

"Boom!"

The huge movement is like the collapse of heaven and earth, and the harsh thunder is palpitating!

The golden thunder light and the cold light collide and interweave, and the ice coffin is engulfed by the endless golden thunder, which is still stable as usual.This "ice coffin" is xuanming's strongest defense magic power. It's not easy for Shen Lang to break xuanming's ice coffin.

However, Shen Lang's advantage is also very obvious. He has such huge thunder resources as Lei Chi to make use of. No matter how strong the defense of ice coffin is, it may not be able to sustain all the time.

"Boom boom!"

Without fear, Shen Lang excites the power of thunder in the thunder pool and bombards the cold ice coffin in xuanming continuously.

"Click, click, click!"

After a few minutes of cold weather, the surface of the ice coffin finally cracked.

No matter how strong xuanming's defense was, he couldn't carry such a steady stream of attacks.

Finally, with a loud bang, the ice coffin was smashed to pieces.

"Ah

Xuanming's body was hit by a lot of thunder, and his whole body was covered with ferocious and terrible wounds. His mouth spat out several mouthfuls of blood one after another, which was terrible.

Shen Lang didn't take xuanming's life, but subdued him with one blow, paralyzing xuanming and losing all his fighting power.

At the moment, xuanming was disheveled, covered with blood, and was teetering in mid air.

He knew that Shen Lang had just been merciful with that hitter. Xuanming's eyes were congested and his mouth roared hysterically: "Shen Lang, why don't you kill me? Do you want to save my life to torture and humiliate me? "

Shen Lang said with no expression: "hum, I'm not as happy as that. I just want to ask, where did you learn this magic power of "cold sky and ice coffin"? As far as I know, it is not the magic power of Tianmu Xianyu at all. It is probably the magic power of Tianqiong Xianyu's interception? "

As soon as these words came out, xuanming's face suddenly changed color: "Shen Lang boy, who are you, monk? Can you recognize my interceptive power?"

"Not really. I just saw someone perform this skill. By the way, his name is xuanxiao. " Shen Lang tried.

The names of xuanming and xuanxiao are quite similar. Shen Lang guesses that xuanming can use the magic power of "ice coffin in cold weather" and maybe know xuanxiao.

It turns out that Shen Lang was right.

"What, you know martial uncle xuanxiao!"

Xuanming's eyes were round, staring at the waves, and he looked very excited.

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