Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage
Chapter 303 Chapter 302, Demon King ascends to the throne, congratulations by slaying the dragon!
Chapter 303 Chapter 302, Demon King ascends to the throne, congratulations by slaying the dragon!
The white dragon has turned back into a human form, with white clothes and silver hair, and a face like a young boy's. He looks like a fairy in the middle of nowhere.
It's a pity that his gloomy complexion and cold eyes ruined this fairy demeanor.
With his hands behind his back, he stared proudly at the Demon King Armor on the Sword King Throne, his aura was not inferior to that first-grade Demon Armor, but it was unbearable for him to suffer the humiliation designed by the younger generation, and he sternly asked:
"You traitor, how do you know that this real person will personally go out and chase you down?"
Demon King A didn't respond—well, Shen Lang didn't have the ability to foresight, so he really didn't know that Bailong would end in person.
He is just used to making plans before acting, and making a plan——
The plan to assassinate the emperor.
Contingency plans for assassination success, failure, pursuit after success, and pursuit after failure.
Bailong and Qiankun sent people to hunt them down, and Bailong, Qiankun and even Wulei Daoist personally shot down the countermeasures...
As early as the few days when he changed his body and appearance and lurked in the capital, Shen Lang had already made careful plans for various situations while inquiring about news and waiting for an opportunity. Instruction arrangement.
Even when Bailong and Qiankun didn't show up when assassinating the emperor, Bailong didn't show up until after he went to Xuanjianzong to snatch the Concubine Xuanjian. Just act.
now.
Shen Lang wore the demon king's armor and said nothing. The golden sword of the horse was sitting on the throne of swords, and he looked down at the white dragon, looking unfathomable.
Look at each other for a moment.
Bai Long snorted coldly:
"Pretending to be profound!"
The right hand suddenly raised, and the dense white dragon scales were quickly covered between the fingers and palms. The claws of the hand suddenly turned into a huge dragon claw with a radius of about Zhang, and grabbed Shen Lang brazenly.
Yunlong probed his claws, as suddenly as lightning.
The white dragon seemed to have just raised its hand to reach out for its claws, and the pure white dragon claws with a radius of about ten feet had already struck in front of Shen Lang. Shen Lang faced the door.
Face this claw.
Shen Lang sat on the throne of swords by himself, unmoving, but the Demon King Armor finally stopped restraining himself, and suddenly burst out monstrous devilish energy.
The magic energy surged out like a volcanic eruption, turning into a layer of black magic flames on the surface of the armor, burning and swaying ferociously, and even more violent, like a terrifying spiritual pressure like a deep sea frenzy, wave after wave impacted away, shaking The whole hall was trembling.
With the eruption of demon energy and the sweeping of spiritual pressure, warriors below the third rank will be crushed into powder in an instant.
Even a third-rank martial artist would be completely paralyzed under this spiritual pressure, unable to move, and allow himself to be slaughtered.
Even second-rank martial artists have to do their best to resist the spiritual pressure, but they can only barely protect themselves. If they don't have enough powerful weapons and armor, there is no other way but to retreat, so don't even think about it. Under the impact, he approached Shen Lang.
This magic flame spirit pressure is really too strong.
Even Bailong's lightning-like claw paused involuntarily when the magic flame erupted and the spiritual pressure hit.
The moment the white dragon's claws were blocked.
Shen Lang finally raised his hand armor the size of a millstone, and pushed it horizontally.
When the palm was released, a phantom of Doomsday Volcano with a black body, surrounded by lava, and a black tower standing on the top of the mountain appeared behind him.
The phantom of Doomsday Volcano instantly turned into a huge stone Buddha with pitch black body and monstrous flames. With the momentum of volcanic eruption and mountain collapse, the pitch black giant palm pushed towards the pure white dragon claw.
Sumeru Mountain King's Palm, two heavy blows from Fawu!
The palm that Shen Lang raised his hand and pushed horizontally was the Palm of Mount Sumeru on the martial arts side, and the palm print released by the fossilized Buddha from the phantom of the Doomsday Volcano behind him was the Palm of Mount Sumeru on the magic side.
Under the heavy blow of Fa Wu Er, the palm print of the pitch-black stone Buddha overlapped with the palm print of Shen Lang's mill-sized hand armor, and slammed into the dragon claw of the white dragon with a radius of about ten feet.
Boom!
In the earth-shattering roar.
Cold currents and magic flames burst out suddenly, and the hall was covered with hail and frost for a while, and the magic flames swept across for a while, and Yuan Magnetic rioted.
The entire Bone Palace also vibrated crazily. The ground, walls, and dome of the main hall cracked and cracked, and numerous cracks appeared.
But as soon as the cracks appeared, crystal filaments appeared in each crack out of thin air, quickly bonding the cracks, and absorbing the aftermath of the collision between the dragon's claw and the demon's palm.
Soon, the aftermath in the hall was swept away, and all the cracks were also repaired and bridged by the crystal filaments. The whole hall was restored to its original state in a blink of an eye, and there was no trace of cracks everywhere, and it was crumbling.
Bailong didn't pay attention to all this.
In his opinion, this bone palace is evil and mysterious, like a living thing, it is not surprising that it has the ability to repair itself.
It was Shen Lang.
Obviously only the third-rank martial arts and fourth-rank magic cultivation, but he was able to control this first-rank demon armor and fully display the power of the demon armor. In the palm duel just now, he was evenly matched with him!
No, not evenly divided.
Although the dragon's claws and the devil's palms fought, both sides remained motionless, despite the strength around them boiling and the aftermath raging, their feet would not retreat half a step, but Bailong stood up and made his claws first, while Shen Lang Respond with the back hand, and palm out while sitting.
This confrontation seemed to be even, but Bailong knew that he had the upper hand and had the advantage of standing, but he could not shake Shen Lang at all, so he was already at a disadvantage!
"The armor is good!"
Bai Long said coldly.
That's right, he only admitted that the armor was good.
If it wasn't for relying on the power of this first-grade demon armor, why would Shen Lang forcefully challenge his true dragon's claws, and even gain the upper hand?
"You can still see this dragon body."
Shen Lang sat on the sword throne, overlooking the white dragon, and said lightly.
When the voice came out of the visor, it became deeper and more majestic, and it was accompanied by some kind of supernatural power that shook the primordial spirit.
Even if he was a third-rank Dharma cultivator, his soul would be affected by the shock when he heard his voice, and his ability to cast spells would be greatly reduced.
But Bailong is not afraid of the small ability attached to this magic armor.
He looked at Shen Lang proudly, and sneered:
"The armor is good, but it's a pity that the person is too weak. With your three-level martial arts and fourth-level Taoism cultivation base, even if you can temporarily not be affected by the magic armor, and control this armor to exert a considerable power, how long can you last?
"This is a first-grade magic armor made of Star Abyss Magic Gold. The body of a mere mortal is covered by the magic armor and fully bears the radiation pollution of Star Abyss Magic Gold. After a while, your fate will either be swallowed by the magic armor or be swallowed by you." Polluted and distorted, reduced to a demon!"
What Bai Long said was not wrong.
Shen Lang really couldn't wear the Demon King Armor for a long time.
Even though the little spider was very thoughtful inside the magic armor, using spider silk to personally weave a soft armor lining for Shen Lang's whole body, which can weaken the radiation pollution of the Star Abyss Magic Gold to a certain extent.
Even though Shen Lang's fourth-level skin enhancement can reflect and filter radiation pollution, the fourth-level vitality enhancement and bone enhancement can also greatly increase his resistance to magic gold radiation, and there are various defensive spells that increase resistance, horizontal training martial arts.
But the radiation from Star Abyss Magic Gold is still too strong.
Shen Lang is now constantly suffering from the scorching scorching that even the fourth-level flame enhancement cannot be completely exempted from. Every inch of skin on his body is stinging like needles. The pain is getting stronger.
The burden was so heavy that he couldn't even stand up, so he could only sit on the sword throne.
But nonetheless.
With Shen Lang's will, it is also enough to withstand the pain that would make an ordinary iron man roll on the ground, in pain, speak and fight calmly - of course, he can only fight while sitting.
But it's already pretty good.
Any second-rank warrior, even a second-rank monk, would be melted and swallowed by the demon king's armor the moment he put on the demon king's armor, like a burning candle.
Even if it withstood the melting and devouring of the Demon King Armor, its body would be quickly eroded by radiation, polluted and demonized, and turned into a flesh puppet manipulated by the Demon King Armor.
It is not easy for Shen Lang to wear the magic armor and sit and fight.
and……
"I can hold on for another quarter of an hour."
Shen Lang looked down at Bailong, his voice was deep and majestic, with some kind of strange vibrating echo:
"For two quarters of an hour, I won't be corrupted by the demon armor. And Bailong, can you stand in front of me for two quarters of an hour?"
"Insanity!"
Bai Long sneered, "But with the blessing of the magic armor, you can barely compete with this real person. What gave you the illusion that you can challenge this real person? Do you really think that with the magic armor on your body, you can reject the first rank? Heh, Within half a quarter of an hour, the real person will take your head!"
hold head high……
In the majestic and mighty dragon chant.
With a leap, the white dragon turned into a three-foot real dragon. Like a white lightning bolt, it swept to the Sword Throne in an instant, and a pair of front paws made shadows of claws, catching Shen Lang as if covering the sky and covering the earth.
He was a little obsessed with the tyrannical physical strength of the real dragon body.
I feel very happy to kill the enemy with dragon claws.
The joyful feeling of directly touching the enemy's body, tearing the fresh flesh into pieces, and crushing it into a puree is something you will never experience when using spells to kill enemies in the air.
So Bai Long still didn't use spells, and directly bullied him, wanting to fight Shen Lang again.
From Bailong's point of view, Shen Lang is only relying on foreign objects after all, even if he can temporarily gain a level of power, with his cultivation base, it is impossible to perfectly control this power. If the fight takes a long time, he will definitely be unable to match his ambition and show his flaws.
It's true that Shen Lang is a warrior, but it's not that Bailong doesn't know martial arts—he just doesn't cultivate his mind, but as far as martial arts moves are concerned, with Bailong's wisdom, he can understand them at a glance, at least with a little practice. It can also be made decent.
Bailong felt that with the strength of his true dragon body, he could use his pure palm and claw techniques to defeat Shen Lang, a junior who relied on the power of the demon armor, not to mention easily crushing, at least it would be no problem. Down.
Within a quarter of an hour, he had the confidence to lift off the magic armor, pull out Shen Lang, and unscrew his head.
then……
When the white dragon's pure white dragon claws, which turned into a thousand phantoms, swept down the sky and covered the earth in a menacing manner.
The scarlet flames that emerged from the eyes of Shen Lang's face armor flashed slightly, revealing a bit of a mocking smile, and the middle and middle fingers of his right hand pointed together as a sword, and suddenly stabbed out with a sword.
This is not a sword made with fingers.
Instead, the sword is made of the fingernails of the Demon King's Armor, which are more than a foot long and have sharp nails.
Then amidst the long sound of the sword, Shen Lang stabbed out like a two-fingered dagger in the middle of his stomach, and the scarlet sword glow burst out from the sharp fingertips in response, burning a long-lasting dazzling red mark in the air, as if the void was wounded Oozing blood.
Then the glaring red marks instantly pierced through the shadows of the claws all over the sky, and with a puff, it hit the chin of Bai Longlong's body.
Under the stabbing of the finger sword, the pure white fine scales of the dragon's chin flew in all directions like snowflakes, and the dragon's blood that exuded an extremely cold air sprayed out.
With a howl of pain, Bailong raised his long neck violently, and shot backward like lightning, out of contact.
But if he reacted quickly enough, a blood hole about an inch deep was stabbed in his jaw.
In the blood hole, there is still a fierce sword energy, which is tearing and expanding the wound crazily.
If it's just this small wound and a little bit of sword energy, it's nothing.
The body of a real dragon is comparable to the powerful physical body of a first-rank warrior. As long as it is not the sword energy left by the first-rank warrior, the vitality of the physical body can quickly dispel the sword energy and repair the wound.
But the problem is, this is the "white rainbow penetrating the sun" pierced by Shen Lang using the demon king's armor as a sword.
The sword energy is full of Xingyuan magic gold radiation.
As a result, under the raging sword energy, dense clusters of grape-shaped sarcoma quickly grew in the wound on Bailong's jaw.
Those sarcomas wriggled like living creatures, and some sarcomas even grew fine teeth, sharp claws, and tentacles. They gnawed and tore wounds frantically, and drilled deeper. Wherever they passed, more flesh and blood were polluted. Transformed into a black-blooded sarcoma monster...
Bailong was going crazy.
Apart from being blown away by Yan Tianying's punch, he had never been injured in his life, let alone such a disgusting and weird injury.
He tried his best to activate the white dragon's frost power, trying to freeze the wound, but the effect was not great.
Those sarcoma monsters transformed from the flesh and blood of the dragon body are obviously super resistant to the power of the dragon body, and they don't eat ice at all.
And the body of a real dragon is comparable to the powerful vitality of a first-rank warrior, and it doesn't help much.
Because the sarcoma monster also has the same powerful vitality, and it is also extremely deceptive. It can actually deceive the instinctive defense of the white dragon's physical body, making the physical body defenseless against them, allowing them to grow straight, crazily pollute and assimilate more flesh and blood!
In just a few breaths, the blood hole, which was only an inch deep, expanded to a depth of half a foot, thick as a fist, and it was still expanding crazily.
Bailong had no choice but to swing his claws cruelly. He stuck his claws on his chin. In the excruciating pain, he pulled out a huge blood hole in his chin, and took out a large piece of deformed flesh. Throw it on the ground.
That piece of distorted flesh was still wriggling and changing, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a strange monster covered in black blood, full of fangs and tentacles, hissing and roaring at the white dragon, ready to pounce.
The corners of Bailong's eyes twitched violently, he raised his claws and slapped it, a "palm thunder" blasted out, blasting the little monster into powder.
Afterwards, Bailong glared fiercely at Shen Lang while casting a healing spell instantly and cooperating with the vitality of his body to heal the huge wound on his jaw.
But Shen Lang was sitting on the sword throne by himself, with his elbows resting on the armrest of the throne, his chin resting on his palms, and his mask gushing with scarlet flames was facing him, with a playful smile, he said leisurely:
"Relying on the power of a real dragon, you dare to bury me in melee combat... Bailong, you look down on martial arts too much. With my talent, I feel that martial arts are simple and martial arts are difficult, so why do you dare to underestimate martial arts?
"And what gave you the illusion that you could use martial arts to fight me hand-to-hand? Don't forget, the one who blows up your real body is the warrior! You are overestimating your strength when you compete with me. Take it to shame!"
The corners of Bailong's eyes twitched, his chest was raging with anger, his eyes burst out with murderous intent.
But Shen Lang's sword also woke him up.
Bailong, who was obsessed with the physical power of the real dragon body, finally remembered his serious occupation.
I am a Taoist monk.
How much leisure do you have to have for a dignified first-rank Daoist to go into close combat with a warrior with outstanding swordsmanship who seems to have condensed his unique sword intent?
Shen Lang's words were harsh, but he was really right.
As a Daoist cultivator, even with a powerful physical body comparable to a first-rank martial artist, he is also proficient in many martial arts moves, but in melee combat with a martial artist who possesses the true meaning of martial arts and wears a first-rank magic armor, whose strength is temporarily comparable to that of a first-rank warrior. Take its shame!
Bailong returned to human form again, no longer making unnecessary attempts to "bring shame upon himself".
He stared at Shen Lang with both eyes, and the scene of snowflakes flying and the ground freezing was reflected in his pupils.
There was also no movement of chanting the mantra, a piece of solid ice appeared out of thin air, and instantly sealed the entire Sword Throne together with Shen Lang in the solid ice.
After that, Bailong's eyelids blinked, and countless threaded ice cones emerged from the inside of the vertical ice at the same time, rotating at high speed and piercing towards Shen Lang from all directions.
squeak……
The countless threaded ice cones pierced the Demon King's armor at the same time, making extremely sharp and piercing friction sounds, piercing the Demon King's armor until sparks shot out, and there were streams of cold currents, bursting out from the ice cones, looking for a gap to penetrate into the Demon King's armor. Shen Lang froze into powder.
It's a pity that no matter how the ice pick pierces, it can't do anything to the devil's armor. It can only rub screams and sparks in vain, and the cold current has no gap to find, and it can't penetrate into the devil's armor at all.
At this time, the Demon King Armor, which was frozen by the solid ice and seemed unable to move, suddenly shook lightly, and the magic energy on his body exploded, and with a bang, the solid ice was shattered to pieces.
But Bai Long didn't expect to use this instant spell to solve Shen Lang.
It doesn't matter whether it is frozen by solid ice, pierced by ice cones, or eroded by cold currents, they are all just to temporarily trap Shen Lang and buy time for holding the spell.
Before Shen Lang shattered the solid ice, Bai Long had quickly made a formula and recited the spell, completing the preparations for a first-grade secret technique.
When the solid ice shattered and the shattered ice splashed everywhere, an ice sculpture appeared out of nowhere in front of Bailong. The ice sculpture looked like Shen Lang sitting on the sword throne.
"Close-to-hand combat, even being stabbed by your sword, is not useless. At least, I have collected enough energy! Shen Lang, your life and death are already under my control!"
Bailong sneered, grasped the forearm of the ice sculpture with his index finger and thumb, and pinched it lightly.
click...
The ice sculpture's forearm made a light and crisp cracking sound, and was snapped off by Bailong.And the arm armor of the demon king's armor also creaked, and two huge and deep fingerprints emerged!
However, Bailong didn't show any complacency on his face. Instead, he was slightly taken aback, and then frowned——under normal circumstances, Shen Lang's arms should have been pinched and broken, but now on the arm armor, there was only Two fingerprints appeared...
Is this the power of a first-grade treasure armor?
In other words, it has been many years in the world, and there has never been a first-grade armor-like armor.
The main reason is that the materials are hard to find.
Even spiritual iron and black gold are increasingly rare in the world, let alone "divine iron"-level materials.Even in Yunding Demon Palace, Shentie is extremely rare.In other words, Xingyuan has a little more material at the level of divine iron, but it is not suitable for mortals.
As for a pair of first-grade full body armor, I don't know how much material it will consume, and idle forces simply cannot gather so many top-level materials.
Even if there are so many precious materials, wouldn't it be good to use them to make weapons and magic weapons?
Can refine countless magical weapons, top-level magic weapons, and arm a large number of masters. Isn't it more cost-effective than creating a whole body armor that can only be equipped by one person?
Therefore, there is no first-grade treasure armor in the world, and Bai Longyuan does not know how powerful a first-grade treasure armor can be.
just now……
Bailong has personally experienced the attack power of this first-grade magic armor.Its defensive power also shocked Bailong deeply. The first-rank secret method "Ice Death Puppet" he pressed at the bottom of the box was unable to smash this first-rank magic armor with one blow!
But although Bailong was shocked, he was not discouraged.
If it doesn't work once, it's more than a few times.
You can only make fingerprints at a time, and if you do it a few times, you will be able to tear this magic armor apart!
Without any hesitation, Bailong pinched the ice sculpture helmet with two fingers and twisted it violently.
Click!
The head and neck of the ice sculpture was broken and twisted 180 degrees.
As for Shen Lang on the throne, there were only two deep fingerprints on both sides of the helmet, and at the same time, his neck was slightly twisted to the right for less than [-] degrees.
Bailong exerted force with his two fingers, and crushed the severed ice sculpture head with a snap, while Shen Lang's helmet only creaked softly, and two huge fingerprints emerged.
"Didn't it mean that my life and death are under your control?"
Shen Lang shook his neck, looked down at Bailong again, and jokingly said:
"But why didn't I feel the threat of death?"
Bailong didn't say a word, and was about to continue casting spells, when Shen Lang said leisurely:
"Do you know? I used to use the weak to attack the strong. When I set up an ambush to assassinate, I never said half a word of nonsense. When I killed Lian Yunxiao, he never heard my voice until he died.
"If you talk too much nonsense, you will die. I understand this truth too well. But today, I can only wear the magic armor for a quarter of an hour, but I don't cherish the time. Instead, I talked so much nonsense with you... Do you know that this is for what?"
Bailong was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt bad. Wisdom once again occupied the high ground of his mind, getting rid of the influence of the blood of the real dragon, flashing back in his mind the scenes of the pursuit and killing since Xuanjianzong shot Shen Lang .
Fleeing away, and giving some stimulation from time to time on the way, tunnel traps, forest traps, vortex thunder traps in the river, wind wings, and even after arriving at Yunding Demon Palace, those demons blocking the way...
Although all of this has the intention of delaying the pursuit and delaying time, it is also deliberately stimulating and provoking!
When I came back to Yunding Demon Palace, I was very familiar with the path. I walked freely through the land of the Demon Palace, and even crossed the territory of demons, but I never disturbed any demons...
The goal along the way is clear, pointing directly at this palace of bones, it seems that I have known the inside story of this palace of bones...
The Sword Throne and the Demon Armor are incompatible with this palace of bones, and are not the palace's own treasures...
Who moved the Demon Sword Throne to the Palace of Bones?
Who placed the first-grade magic armor here, waiting for Shen Lang to pick it up?
The magic armor is not Shen Lang's battle, but the one who sends the armor is!
As soon as he thought of this, Bailong felt his scalp explode, his back felt cold, his whole body was terrified, and without thinking, he turned his body into a dragon body, and he was about to soar into the sky, crash into the roof of the palace, and escape from this place.
In any case, let's leave this bone palace first!
However, just after standing up for a few feet, Bailong felt his whole body tighten. The whole dragon body, from the dragon's head to its limbs and tail, was bound by some kind of invisible force!
The power that binds him feels extremely slender, yet extremely tough, as if it were slender and thin invisible silk threads.
Shocked, Bailong summoned up his divine power and struggled desperately, but he broke one invisible thread, and ten more invisible threads entangled him, bounding him in circles and layers!
The white dragon roared angrily, and pure white light bloomed on the dragon scales, turning into a vast cold current, bombarding it in all directions.
Under the bombardment of the cold current, the invisible silk thread finally appeared, but it was a crystal clear silver thread!
And the entire hall, from the entrance to the Sword King's Throne where Shen Lang is, every corner is already covered with densely packed slender silk threads!It feels like breaking into a spider's nest and falling into a spider web formation!
At the same time, Bailong was also shocked to realize that these silk threads were exactly the same as the crystal silk threads used to repair the cracks in the palace.Before, he thought it was the repair ability of the White Bone Palace, but now it seems that it is not the case at all!
However, when was the silk thread that filled the palace laid?
Is it the aftermath of the fight with Shen Lang just now, when the ground, dome, and walls of the hall were shattered, the silk thread repaired the palace while laying this trap?
But who made this silk thread, and how could he conceal the perception of the majestic first-rank Daoist, and cover the entire hall with silk thread invisibly?
There are too many doubts and shocks in Bailong's heart.
But the current situation does not allow him to explore.
White light flashed on his dragon body, and he crazily released a violent cold current that could instantly freeze a third-rank warrior to death, and make a second-rank warrior stiff and paralyzed.
However, although the invisible silk thread is visible due to the cold current, its resistance is unreasonably strong.
No matter how much the white dragon blows the cold current, it can't shatter all the crystal threads wrapped around its body.After finally freezing and breaking off some of the silk threads, more silk threads floated in and wrapped around his body densely.
Seeing that the cold current was ineffective, Bailong decisively changed his spell.
Although he is the most proficient in ice magic, after becoming the master of the white dragon's body, because of the white dragon's innate frost ability, the ice magic has become stronger, but as a first-rank Daoist, he has dabbled in various spells, theoretically It is sufficient to deal with various situations.
At this moment, his whole body flashed red, and his pure white scales became fiery red, and he was covered with a layer of flaming armor from head to tail, intending to use this blazing flame that melts gold and iron to burn off the slender threads.
These silk threads should look like they are afraid of fire...
Unfortunately it backfired.
These slender silk threads, which seem to be particularly afraid of fire, seem to be instantly melted by the fire, but they are abnormally extremely fire-resistant.
In other words, the flame released by the white dragon was not powerful enough. He used the flame to deal with the silk thread, but the effect was worse than the cold current freezing the silk thread.
The white dragon howled wildly, and cast various spells in succession.
Wind blades, lightning, swords, earth and rock explosions, force field shocks...
He even shook the dragon scales, shaking off countless bean-sized miniature puppets from the dragon scales, which rose in the wind and turned into various human, animal, bird-shaped mechanism puppets, flesh and blood puppets, trying to use the puppets to stir the silk thread to help him escape .
But these puppets are vulnerable to silk threads. Any seemingly thin and thin silk thread can split the puppets in two like a sharp knife with just a light sweep.
Several silk threads were intertwined to form a net, and any puppets were immediately reduced to pieces.Some puppets were entangled in silk threads, and they were immediately shattered into pieces when they were lightly strangled.
This light and slender silk thread cuts iron like mud!
That's why the scales of Bailong's real dragon body are tough, so the dragon scales have not been cut by the silk thread.
Of course, the consumption of countless puppets did share a lot for Bailong, which enabled Bailong to continuously burst out various spells, struggled to break the silk thread that bound his body, and barely approached the top of the temple.
Then, the white dragon, which had been maintaining a body of three feet long, suddenly swelled rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a giant white dragon nearly forty feet long from head to tail!
Under the rapid expansion of his body, the silk threads around his body suddenly broke, and he endured for a long time to show weakness. Finally, the white dragon who was freed from the bondage by this explosion was suddenly ecstatic, and the dragon's mouth opened wide, spraying out a snow-white cold current like a high-pressure water dragon, blasting on the ground. On the top of the temple.
The breath of the cold current first froze the roof of the Hall of Bones until it was brittle, and then blasted a huge hole in the roof of the hall with the force of the terrifying jet explosion. After that, the white dragon shrank suddenly, becoming only the size of an earthworm in an instant, avoiding those who were originally He wanted to bind his huge dragon body, but the dragon body suddenly shrunk and fell through, revealing countless flaws and gaps in the sky, passing through the hole in the roof of the temple, leaving behind a string of wild laughter:
"Hahahaha, Shen Lang, you..."
The wild laughter stopped abruptly.
The white dragon that rushed out of the hole on the roof of the temple was suspended in the air, looking up at the top of the head.
The Bone Palace is as big as a hill. Although the main hall where Shen Lang is located is on the upper floor of the Bone Palace, it is still a long way from the real "mountain top" dome on the last floor.
Now, after Bailong broke through the roof and rushed out of the great hall, he came to a garden of bones.
And in this garden, every inch of space is densely packed with silk threads.
In addition, the silk threads are denser, and the pores are so small that even earthworms cannot penetrate them.There are so many layers, at a glance, it is impossible to know how many layers are stacked.
There are silk threads in all directions, and what is even more frightening is that, in the sky above the white dragon's head, in the dense, layer upon layer silk net, there is a huge monster crawling.
It was a black spider as big as a room with a cluster of silver-white down on its head.
It hung upside down and crawled in the center of the net, with several black or blood-red spider eyes on its head, all staring at the white dragon, as if looking at a bug that had fallen into the net.
Bailong finally knew what those silk threads were.
That's all spider silk.
He also understood what Shen Lang was waiting for after talking so much nonsense.
Shen Lang wasn't just waiting for spider threads to cover the hall where he was.
He is also waiting for the spider silk to cover the entire palace of bones.
That hall is only the core of the trap, the place where the spider silk is finally laid.
Outside the main hall, every inch of space inside the entire Bone Palace is probably filled with immeasurable spider threads just like this Bone Garden.
If there were only spider webs, it would not be scary.
Bailong also noticed that although Shen Lang could display the power of that magic armor, he seemed to have some mobility issues, unable to move freely to chase and kill.
Besides, even if Shen Lang can move freely, Bailong is also confident that he can rely on the ability of a real dragon's body to be free in size and unpredictable changes, coupled with his Taoism cultivation base and dragon body divine power, while fighting against the entanglement of spider webs, he can deal with Shen Lang at the same time. Waves chased and killed.
Anyway, Shen Lang can only last for a quarter of an hour, even if he lied, he can actually last longer, Bai Long thought to himself that he has enough strength, and if Shen Lang can't hold on anymore, he can calmly break through the net and escape.
But now.
After seeing the giant spider waiting to spin its web.
Bai Long's heart sank into the bottom of the sea immediately.
Although the characteristics of this giant spider were slightly different from the one he knew, the silver-white fur on the top of its head was not an inherent characteristic of that one.
But its aura was almost exactly the same as the one he knew.
this spider...
It was the incarnation of the spider mother!
This palace of bones is actually the temporary palace where the spider mother incarnated, the Demon Sword Throne and the first-grade magic armor were actually moved by the spider mother to this palace of bones. Shen Lang's real support is actually the spider mother!
But, didn't Shen Lang have enmity with Spider Mother?Wasn't he cursed by the spider mother's nightmare?How could it be possible to team up with the spider mother and set a trap for him, the white dragon?
Could it be...Shen Lang was actually captured by the Spider Mother long ago, and secretly became a Spider Mother walker?
Lian Yunxiao was really killed by the spider mother walker?
Bailong only felt that the world was absurd, nothing more than this.
He Bailong cooperated with the Xingyuan Demon God, and Shen Lang actually cooperated with the Xingyuan Demon God...
But it shouldn't be!
As a rising star of the Shenchuitang, as Yan Tianying and Chang Yuzhen's valued disciple, Shen Lang should never cooperate with the Demon God!
"Shen Lang, you deceitful villain!"
Bailong raised his head to the sky and howled wildly, letting out a roar of grief and indignation.
Amidst the roar, he turned into a forty-foot-long dragon again, and launched an impact on the incarnation of the spider mother who stretched a net above.
Yunding Demon Palace does not allow the real body of the Demon God to enter.
No matter the Demon Buddha or the Spider Mother, they can only incarnate and sneak into the Demon Palace.
Earlier, the spider mother had sent an avatar to sneak into the magic palace quietly, trying to break the seal, but Yan Tianying and the others noticed it in time and beat her back.
Now, even though Bailong was alone, he had no choice but to fight hard under desperate circumstances.
It's just an incarnation, and it still hasn't undergone blood sacrifices, and hasn't absorbed a lot of essence, blood, and primordial spirit. The spider mother is a demon god who relies on her talent and instinct to eat. A way out!
Roar!
The white dragon groaned wildly, and its cold breath was like a high-pressure water dragon, crashing into the huge spider.
then.
The cold breath hit the giant spider right in the middle, but before the white dragon felt joy, the huge spider above it shattered like a bubble.At the same time, Bailong felt his dragon's tail go numb. When he lowered his head, he saw a small spider the size of a palm with a tuft of silver-white hairs on its head. It didn't know when it was lying on top of his dragon's tail, biting it with a pair of fangs. Holding his dragon tail, he injected toxins continuously.
Why does such a small spider have such good teeth that it can bite through dragon scales and skin?
The toxin was also quite violent, in just a few moments, Bailong's entire tail was completely paralyzed, and he completely lost consciousness, and the numbness spread rapidly upwards, and it was about to spread to his pair of hind paws.
The white dragon was frightened, and while energizing the frozen power of the blood to prevent the spread of the toxin, he stared closely at the little spider. The icy wind howled in the dragon's eyes, and the snow filled the air. At the same time, a whirlwind of cold current appeared around the little spider. In the middle, it is full of hail.
The cold current whirlwind is extremely powerful, not only like a magical weapon that cuts iron like mud, but also contains the power of freezing. Once the skin is broken by the cold wind, the cold current will take advantage of the gap and instantly freeze the flesh, bones, and even the soul.
The hail in the cold whirlwind seems to be only the size of a bean, but each hailstone is an ice thunder, not only has the impact force not inferior to a small-caliber shell, but also has a powerful explosion impact force, and the frozen stone is frozen into powder. force.
The little spider wrapped in the cold current whirlwind, its eight legs are like steel nails, firmly nailed to the dragon's tail, and its fangs are also firmly biting the dragon's tail, continuously injecting toxin, allowing the cold current to sweep and the hail to bombard.
Its body was soon bruised by the cold current whirlwind, and pitted by the hailstorm, but it still insisted that the dragon's tail would not let go, nor was it frozen to death by the cold current, and it continued to inject toxins.
In the effort of casting spells to resist, the toxin had already spread to Bailong's hind paws, completely paralyzing his hind paws, and he could not feel the existence of the hind paws at all.
And the power of freezing has little effect on blocking the spread of the toxin. It can't be said that it doesn't exist, it can only be said that it is not obvious.
Bailong didn't dare to delay any longer, and tried to cut off half of his body to completely stop the spread of the toxin.
Anyway, with the powerful vitality of this real dragon body, even if it is cut in half, it can be reborn quickly with severed limbs, and when it recovers, it will only lose a little vitality at most.
But compared with life, what is the loss of vitality?
But the white dragon who was looking down at the little spider on the dragon's tail just had the thought of cutting himself in half, but he didn't know that a slender spider thread was quietly hanging down from above his head, touching his dragon's head, ignoring the firmness. The scales were hard, ignoring the dragon's flesh and blood, and fell straight into his sea of consciousness.
So Bailong was in a trance for a while, completely unable to remember what he was going to do.
In fact, Bailong also knew this spell, and he even showed off his knowledge in front of his fourth disciple.
This technique is called "Silk-drawing Opera", which can use the spider silk of the primordial spirit to entangle the primordial spirit of the living beings, turning the living beings into silk-drawing puppets.
With Bailong's primordial spirit cultivation base, it is obviously impossible to subdue his primordial spirit and refine him into a puppet with just a "simple pulling show" performed by an incarnation of a demon god.
But it was enough to interfere with his sanity, causing him to be in a trance for a moment or two, temporarily forgetting his original thoughts.
So during this trance, the toxin quickly spread upwards for a while.
When Bailong came back to his senses, the toxin had spread to half of the dragon's body, and it was about to spread to a pair of front paws.
If he cut off his body again at this time, it would not only be cut in half, but most of the dragon's body would be thrown away.
But the situation was extremely critical, and Bai Long couldn't allow him to think too much. He lowered his head and neck, twisted the body of the dragon, opened his mouth, and bit under the front paw.
But the extremely sharp dragon teeth had just bit through the dragon scales, and before they had time to bite the dragon's body completely, the little spider at the tail of the dragon, which was being strangled and bombarded by the cold current and hail, turned into a pool of blood and disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, a bloody light flashed on the top of the white dragon's head, and the figure of a little spider appeared.
Blood Shadow Escape!
After she appeared, she nailed the dragon's head with one claw, shot out a spider thread, and sank into the top of the white dragon's skull again, causing the white dragon to be in a trance for a while, and the dragon's mouth paused for a while.
During this pause, the little spider had bitten on the scales of the dragon's head. It had shown off to Shen Lang countless times, boasting that it could bite through the scales of the demon god's skin and tear the steel teeth of the demon god's muscles and bones. It is the strongest to tear easily The scale skin of the dragon head was injected with toxin again.
This time, Bailong's head and neck were not only paralyzed, even his soul was paralyzed and dull, and even his thoughts gradually became unable to function.
Following the little spider's steel teeth, its front paws continued to slash, tearing the dragon scales, dragon skin, dragon skull, and biting a blood hole on the dragon head, from the blood hole into the dragon head's cranial cavity!
The little spider entered through its head, and the huge dragon body, which had been completely paralyzed and unconscious, suddenly twitched violently, then fell from mid-air, smashing the roof of the temple that had been sprayed out by him, with a bang, Fell into the hall where Shen Lang was.
[Seek a monthly pass~! 】
(End of this chapter)
The white dragon has turned back into a human form, with white clothes and silver hair, and a face like a young boy's. He looks like a fairy in the middle of nowhere.
It's a pity that his gloomy complexion and cold eyes ruined this fairy demeanor.
With his hands behind his back, he stared proudly at the Demon King Armor on the Sword King Throne, his aura was not inferior to that first-grade Demon Armor, but it was unbearable for him to suffer the humiliation designed by the younger generation, and he sternly asked:
"You traitor, how do you know that this real person will personally go out and chase you down?"
Demon King A didn't respond—well, Shen Lang didn't have the ability to foresight, so he really didn't know that Bailong would end in person.
He is just used to making plans before acting, and making a plan——
The plan to assassinate the emperor.
Contingency plans for assassination success, failure, pursuit after success, and pursuit after failure.
Bailong and Qiankun sent people to hunt them down, and Bailong, Qiankun and even Wulei Daoist personally shot down the countermeasures...
As early as the few days when he changed his body and appearance and lurked in the capital, Shen Lang had already made careful plans for various situations while inquiring about news and waiting for an opportunity. Instruction arrangement.
Even when Bailong and Qiankun didn't show up when assassinating the emperor, Bailong didn't show up until after he went to Xuanjianzong to snatch the Concubine Xuanjian. Just act.
now.
Shen Lang wore the demon king's armor and said nothing. The golden sword of the horse was sitting on the throne of swords, and he looked down at the white dragon, looking unfathomable.
Look at each other for a moment.
Bai Long snorted coldly:
"Pretending to be profound!"
The right hand suddenly raised, and the dense white dragon scales were quickly covered between the fingers and palms. The claws of the hand suddenly turned into a huge dragon claw with a radius of about Zhang, and grabbed Shen Lang brazenly.
Yunlong probed his claws, as suddenly as lightning.
The white dragon seemed to have just raised its hand to reach out for its claws, and the pure white dragon claws with a radius of about ten feet had already struck in front of Shen Lang. Shen Lang faced the door.
Face this claw.
Shen Lang sat on the throne of swords by himself, unmoving, but the Demon King Armor finally stopped restraining himself, and suddenly burst out monstrous devilish energy.
The magic energy surged out like a volcanic eruption, turning into a layer of black magic flames on the surface of the armor, burning and swaying ferociously, and even more violent, like a terrifying spiritual pressure like a deep sea frenzy, wave after wave impacted away, shaking The whole hall was trembling.
With the eruption of demon energy and the sweeping of spiritual pressure, warriors below the third rank will be crushed into powder in an instant.
Even a third-rank martial artist would be completely paralyzed under this spiritual pressure, unable to move, and allow himself to be slaughtered.
Even second-rank martial artists have to do their best to resist the spiritual pressure, but they can only barely protect themselves. If they don't have enough powerful weapons and armor, there is no other way but to retreat, so don't even think about it. Under the impact, he approached Shen Lang.
This magic flame spirit pressure is really too strong.
Even Bailong's lightning-like claw paused involuntarily when the magic flame erupted and the spiritual pressure hit.
The moment the white dragon's claws were blocked.
Shen Lang finally raised his hand armor the size of a millstone, and pushed it horizontally.
When the palm was released, a phantom of Doomsday Volcano with a black body, surrounded by lava, and a black tower standing on the top of the mountain appeared behind him.
The phantom of Doomsday Volcano instantly turned into a huge stone Buddha with pitch black body and monstrous flames. With the momentum of volcanic eruption and mountain collapse, the pitch black giant palm pushed towards the pure white dragon claw.
Sumeru Mountain King's Palm, two heavy blows from Fawu!
The palm that Shen Lang raised his hand and pushed horizontally was the Palm of Mount Sumeru on the martial arts side, and the palm print released by the fossilized Buddha from the phantom of the Doomsday Volcano behind him was the Palm of Mount Sumeru on the magic side.
Under the heavy blow of Fa Wu Er, the palm print of the pitch-black stone Buddha overlapped with the palm print of Shen Lang's mill-sized hand armor, and slammed into the dragon claw of the white dragon with a radius of about ten feet.
Boom!
In the earth-shattering roar.
Cold currents and magic flames burst out suddenly, and the hall was covered with hail and frost for a while, and the magic flames swept across for a while, and Yuan Magnetic rioted.
The entire Bone Palace also vibrated crazily. The ground, walls, and dome of the main hall cracked and cracked, and numerous cracks appeared.
But as soon as the cracks appeared, crystal filaments appeared in each crack out of thin air, quickly bonding the cracks, and absorbing the aftermath of the collision between the dragon's claw and the demon's palm.
Soon, the aftermath in the hall was swept away, and all the cracks were also repaired and bridged by the crystal filaments. The whole hall was restored to its original state in a blink of an eye, and there was no trace of cracks everywhere, and it was crumbling.
Bailong didn't pay attention to all this.
In his opinion, this bone palace is evil and mysterious, like a living thing, it is not surprising that it has the ability to repair itself.
It was Shen Lang.
Obviously only the third-rank martial arts and fourth-rank magic cultivation, but he was able to control this first-rank demon armor and fully display the power of the demon armor. In the palm duel just now, he was evenly matched with him!
No, not evenly divided.
Although the dragon's claws and the devil's palms fought, both sides remained motionless, despite the strength around them boiling and the aftermath raging, their feet would not retreat half a step, but Bailong stood up and made his claws first, while Shen Lang Respond with the back hand, and palm out while sitting.
This confrontation seemed to be even, but Bailong knew that he had the upper hand and had the advantage of standing, but he could not shake Shen Lang at all, so he was already at a disadvantage!
"The armor is good!"
Bai Long said coldly.
That's right, he only admitted that the armor was good.
If it wasn't for relying on the power of this first-grade demon armor, why would Shen Lang forcefully challenge his true dragon's claws, and even gain the upper hand?
"You can still see this dragon body."
Shen Lang sat on the sword throne, overlooking the white dragon, and said lightly.
When the voice came out of the visor, it became deeper and more majestic, and it was accompanied by some kind of supernatural power that shook the primordial spirit.
Even if he was a third-rank Dharma cultivator, his soul would be affected by the shock when he heard his voice, and his ability to cast spells would be greatly reduced.
But Bailong is not afraid of the small ability attached to this magic armor.
He looked at Shen Lang proudly, and sneered:
"The armor is good, but it's a pity that the person is too weak. With your three-level martial arts and fourth-level Taoism cultivation base, even if you can temporarily not be affected by the magic armor, and control this armor to exert a considerable power, how long can you last?
"This is a first-grade magic armor made of Star Abyss Magic Gold. The body of a mere mortal is covered by the magic armor and fully bears the radiation pollution of Star Abyss Magic Gold. After a while, your fate will either be swallowed by the magic armor or be swallowed by you." Polluted and distorted, reduced to a demon!"
What Bai Long said was not wrong.
Shen Lang really couldn't wear the Demon King Armor for a long time.
Even though the little spider was very thoughtful inside the magic armor, using spider silk to personally weave a soft armor lining for Shen Lang's whole body, which can weaken the radiation pollution of the Star Abyss Magic Gold to a certain extent.
Even though Shen Lang's fourth-level skin enhancement can reflect and filter radiation pollution, the fourth-level vitality enhancement and bone enhancement can also greatly increase his resistance to magic gold radiation, and there are various defensive spells that increase resistance, horizontal training martial arts.
But the radiation from Star Abyss Magic Gold is still too strong.
Shen Lang is now constantly suffering from the scorching scorching that even the fourth-level flame enhancement cannot be completely exempted from. Every inch of skin on his body is stinging like needles. The pain is getting stronger.
The burden was so heavy that he couldn't even stand up, so he could only sit on the sword throne.
But nonetheless.
With Shen Lang's will, it is also enough to withstand the pain that would make an ordinary iron man roll on the ground, in pain, speak and fight calmly - of course, he can only fight while sitting.
But it's already pretty good.
Any second-rank warrior, even a second-rank monk, would be melted and swallowed by the demon king's armor the moment he put on the demon king's armor, like a burning candle.
Even if it withstood the melting and devouring of the Demon King Armor, its body would be quickly eroded by radiation, polluted and demonized, and turned into a flesh puppet manipulated by the Demon King Armor.
It is not easy for Shen Lang to wear the magic armor and sit and fight.
and……
"I can hold on for another quarter of an hour."
Shen Lang looked down at Bailong, his voice was deep and majestic, with some kind of strange vibrating echo:
"For two quarters of an hour, I won't be corrupted by the demon armor. And Bailong, can you stand in front of me for two quarters of an hour?"
"Insanity!"
Bai Long sneered, "But with the blessing of the magic armor, you can barely compete with this real person. What gave you the illusion that you can challenge this real person? Do you really think that with the magic armor on your body, you can reject the first rank? Heh, Within half a quarter of an hour, the real person will take your head!"
hold head high……
In the majestic and mighty dragon chant.
With a leap, the white dragon turned into a three-foot real dragon. Like a white lightning bolt, it swept to the Sword Throne in an instant, and a pair of front paws made shadows of claws, catching Shen Lang as if covering the sky and covering the earth.
He was a little obsessed with the tyrannical physical strength of the real dragon body.
I feel very happy to kill the enemy with dragon claws.
The joyful feeling of directly touching the enemy's body, tearing the fresh flesh into pieces, and crushing it into a puree is something you will never experience when using spells to kill enemies in the air.
So Bai Long still didn't use spells, and directly bullied him, wanting to fight Shen Lang again.
From Bailong's point of view, Shen Lang is only relying on foreign objects after all, even if he can temporarily gain a level of power, with his cultivation base, it is impossible to perfectly control this power. If the fight takes a long time, he will definitely be unable to match his ambition and show his flaws.
It's true that Shen Lang is a warrior, but it's not that Bailong doesn't know martial arts—he just doesn't cultivate his mind, but as far as martial arts moves are concerned, with Bailong's wisdom, he can understand them at a glance, at least with a little practice. It can also be made decent.
Bailong felt that with the strength of his true dragon body, he could use his pure palm and claw techniques to defeat Shen Lang, a junior who relied on the power of the demon armor, not to mention easily crushing, at least it would be no problem. Down.
Within a quarter of an hour, he had the confidence to lift off the magic armor, pull out Shen Lang, and unscrew his head.
then……
When the white dragon's pure white dragon claws, which turned into a thousand phantoms, swept down the sky and covered the earth in a menacing manner.
The scarlet flames that emerged from the eyes of Shen Lang's face armor flashed slightly, revealing a bit of a mocking smile, and the middle and middle fingers of his right hand pointed together as a sword, and suddenly stabbed out with a sword.
This is not a sword made with fingers.
Instead, the sword is made of the fingernails of the Demon King's Armor, which are more than a foot long and have sharp nails.
Then amidst the long sound of the sword, Shen Lang stabbed out like a two-fingered dagger in the middle of his stomach, and the scarlet sword glow burst out from the sharp fingertips in response, burning a long-lasting dazzling red mark in the air, as if the void was wounded Oozing blood.
Then the glaring red marks instantly pierced through the shadows of the claws all over the sky, and with a puff, it hit the chin of Bai Longlong's body.
Under the stabbing of the finger sword, the pure white fine scales of the dragon's chin flew in all directions like snowflakes, and the dragon's blood that exuded an extremely cold air sprayed out.
With a howl of pain, Bailong raised his long neck violently, and shot backward like lightning, out of contact.
But if he reacted quickly enough, a blood hole about an inch deep was stabbed in his jaw.
In the blood hole, there is still a fierce sword energy, which is tearing and expanding the wound crazily.
If it's just this small wound and a little bit of sword energy, it's nothing.
The body of a real dragon is comparable to the powerful physical body of a first-rank warrior. As long as it is not the sword energy left by the first-rank warrior, the vitality of the physical body can quickly dispel the sword energy and repair the wound.
But the problem is, this is the "white rainbow penetrating the sun" pierced by Shen Lang using the demon king's armor as a sword.
The sword energy is full of Xingyuan magic gold radiation.
As a result, under the raging sword energy, dense clusters of grape-shaped sarcoma quickly grew in the wound on Bailong's jaw.
Those sarcomas wriggled like living creatures, and some sarcomas even grew fine teeth, sharp claws, and tentacles. They gnawed and tore wounds frantically, and drilled deeper. Wherever they passed, more flesh and blood were polluted. Transformed into a black-blooded sarcoma monster...
Bailong was going crazy.
Apart from being blown away by Yan Tianying's punch, he had never been injured in his life, let alone such a disgusting and weird injury.
He tried his best to activate the white dragon's frost power, trying to freeze the wound, but the effect was not great.
Those sarcoma monsters transformed from the flesh and blood of the dragon body are obviously super resistant to the power of the dragon body, and they don't eat ice at all.
And the body of a real dragon is comparable to the powerful vitality of a first-rank warrior, and it doesn't help much.
Because the sarcoma monster also has the same powerful vitality, and it is also extremely deceptive. It can actually deceive the instinctive defense of the white dragon's physical body, making the physical body defenseless against them, allowing them to grow straight, crazily pollute and assimilate more flesh and blood!
In just a few breaths, the blood hole, which was only an inch deep, expanded to a depth of half a foot, thick as a fist, and it was still expanding crazily.
Bailong had no choice but to swing his claws cruelly. He stuck his claws on his chin. In the excruciating pain, he pulled out a huge blood hole in his chin, and took out a large piece of deformed flesh. Throw it on the ground.
That piece of distorted flesh was still wriggling and changing, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a strange monster covered in black blood, full of fangs and tentacles, hissing and roaring at the white dragon, ready to pounce.
The corners of Bailong's eyes twitched violently, he raised his claws and slapped it, a "palm thunder" blasted out, blasting the little monster into powder.
Afterwards, Bailong glared fiercely at Shen Lang while casting a healing spell instantly and cooperating with the vitality of his body to heal the huge wound on his jaw.
But Shen Lang was sitting on the sword throne by himself, with his elbows resting on the armrest of the throne, his chin resting on his palms, and his mask gushing with scarlet flames was facing him, with a playful smile, he said leisurely:
"Relying on the power of a real dragon, you dare to bury me in melee combat... Bailong, you look down on martial arts too much. With my talent, I feel that martial arts are simple and martial arts are difficult, so why do you dare to underestimate martial arts?
"And what gave you the illusion that you could use martial arts to fight me hand-to-hand? Don't forget, the one who blows up your real body is the warrior! You are overestimating your strength when you compete with me. Take it to shame!"
The corners of Bailong's eyes twitched, his chest was raging with anger, his eyes burst out with murderous intent.
But Shen Lang's sword also woke him up.
Bailong, who was obsessed with the physical power of the real dragon body, finally remembered his serious occupation.
I am a Taoist monk.
How much leisure do you have to have for a dignified first-rank Daoist to go into close combat with a warrior with outstanding swordsmanship who seems to have condensed his unique sword intent?
Shen Lang's words were harsh, but he was really right.
As a Daoist cultivator, even with a powerful physical body comparable to a first-rank martial artist, he is also proficient in many martial arts moves, but in melee combat with a martial artist who possesses the true meaning of martial arts and wears a first-rank magic armor, whose strength is temporarily comparable to that of a first-rank warrior. Take its shame!
Bailong returned to human form again, no longer making unnecessary attempts to "bring shame upon himself".
He stared at Shen Lang with both eyes, and the scene of snowflakes flying and the ground freezing was reflected in his pupils.
There was also no movement of chanting the mantra, a piece of solid ice appeared out of thin air, and instantly sealed the entire Sword Throne together with Shen Lang in the solid ice.
After that, Bailong's eyelids blinked, and countless threaded ice cones emerged from the inside of the vertical ice at the same time, rotating at high speed and piercing towards Shen Lang from all directions.
squeak……
The countless threaded ice cones pierced the Demon King's armor at the same time, making extremely sharp and piercing friction sounds, piercing the Demon King's armor until sparks shot out, and there were streams of cold currents, bursting out from the ice cones, looking for a gap to penetrate into the Demon King's armor. Shen Lang froze into powder.
It's a pity that no matter how the ice pick pierces, it can't do anything to the devil's armor. It can only rub screams and sparks in vain, and the cold current has no gap to find, and it can't penetrate into the devil's armor at all.
At this time, the Demon King Armor, which was frozen by the solid ice and seemed unable to move, suddenly shook lightly, and the magic energy on his body exploded, and with a bang, the solid ice was shattered to pieces.
But Bai Long didn't expect to use this instant spell to solve Shen Lang.
It doesn't matter whether it is frozen by solid ice, pierced by ice cones, or eroded by cold currents, they are all just to temporarily trap Shen Lang and buy time for holding the spell.
Before Shen Lang shattered the solid ice, Bai Long had quickly made a formula and recited the spell, completing the preparations for a first-grade secret technique.
When the solid ice shattered and the shattered ice splashed everywhere, an ice sculpture appeared out of nowhere in front of Bailong. The ice sculpture looked like Shen Lang sitting on the sword throne.
"Close-to-hand combat, even being stabbed by your sword, is not useless. At least, I have collected enough energy! Shen Lang, your life and death are already under my control!"
Bailong sneered, grasped the forearm of the ice sculpture with his index finger and thumb, and pinched it lightly.
click...
The ice sculpture's forearm made a light and crisp cracking sound, and was snapped off by Bailong.And the arm armor of the demon king's armor also creaked, and two huge and deep fingerprints emerged!
However, Bailong didn't show any complacency on his face. Instead, he was slightly taken aback, and then frowned——under normal circumstances, Shen Lang's arms should have been pinched and broken, but now on the arm armor, there was only Two fingerprints appeared...
Is this the power of a first-grade treasure armor?
In other words, it has been many years in the world, and there has never been a first-grade armor-like armor.
The main reason is that the materials are hard to find.
Even spiritual iron and black gold are increasingly rare in the world, let alone "divine iron"-level materials.Even in Yunding Demon Palace, Shentie is extremely rare.In other words, Xingyuan has a little more material at the level of divine iron, but it is not suitable for mortals.
As for a pair of first-grade full body armor, I don't know how much material it will consume, and idle forces simply cannot gather so many top-level materials.
Even if there are so many precious materials, wouldn't it be good to use them to make weapons and magic weapons?
Can refine countless magical weapons, top-level magic weapons, and arm a large number of masters. Isn't it more cost-effective than creating a whole body armor that can only be equipped by one person?
Therefore, there is no first-grade treasure armor in the world, and Bai Longyuan does not know how powerful a first-grade treasure armor can be.
just now……
Bailong has personally experienced the attack power of this first-grade magic armor.Its defensive power also shocked Bailong deeply. The first-rank secret method "Ice Death Puppet" he pressed at the bottom of the box was unable to smash this first-rank magic armor with one blow!
But although Bailong was shocked, he was not discouraged.
If it doesn't work once, it's more than a few times.
You can only make fingerprints at a time, and if you do it a few times, you will be able to tear this magic armor apart!
Without any hesitation, Bailong pinched the ice sculpture helmet with two fingers and twisted it violently.
Click!
The head and neck of the ice sculpture was broken and twisted 180 degrees.
As for Shen Lang on the throne, there were only two deep fingerprints on both sides of the helmet, and at the same time, his neck was slightly twisted to the right for less than [-] degrees.
Bailong exerted force with his two fingers, and crushed the severed ice sculpture head with a snap, while Shen Lang's helmet only creaked softly, and two huge fingerprints emerged.
"Didn't it mean that my life and death are under your control?"
Shen Lang shook his neck, looked down at Bailong again, and jokingly said:
"But why didn't I feel the threat of death?"
Bailong didn't say a word, and was about to continue casting spells, when Shen Lang said leisurely:
"Do you know? I used to use the weak to attack the strong. When I set up an ambush to assassinate, I never said half a word of nonsense. When I killed Lian Yunxiao, he never heard my voice until he died.
"If you talk too much nonsense, you will die. I understand this truth too well. But today, I can only wear the magic armor for a quarter of an hour, but I don't cherish the time. Instead, I talked so much nonsense with you... Do you know that this is for what?"
Bailong was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt bad. Wisdom once again occupied the high ground of his mind, getting rid of the influence of the blood of the real dragon, flashing back in his mind the scenes of the pursuit and killing since Xuanjianzong shot Shen Lang .
Fleeing away, and giving some stimulation from time to time on the way, tunnel traps, forest traps, vortex thunder traps in the river, wind wings, and even after arriving at Yunding Demon Palace, those demons blocking the way...
Although all of this has the intention of delaying the pursuit and delaying time, it is also deliberately stimulating and provoking!
When I came back to Yunding Demon Palace, I was very familiar with the path. I walked freely through the land of the Demon Palace, and even crossed the territory of demons, but I never disturbed any demons...
The goal along the way is clear, pointing directly at this palace of bones, it seems that I have known the inside story of this palace of bones...
The Sword Throne and the Demon Armor are incompatible with this palace of bones, and are not the palace's own treasures...
Who moved the Demon Sword Throne to the Palace of Bones?
Who placed the first-grade magic armor here, waiting for Shen Lang to pick it up?
The magic armor is not Shen Lang's battle, but the one who sends the armor is!
As soon as he thought of this, Bailong felt his scalp explode, his back felt cold, his whole body was terrified, and without thinking, he turned his body into a dragon body, and he was about to soar into the sky, crash into the roof of the palace, and escape from this place.
In any case, let's leave this bone palace first!
However, just after standing up for a few feet, Bailong felt his whole body tighten. The whole dragon body, from the dragon's head to its limbs and tail, was bound by some kind of invisible force!
The power that binds him feels extremely slender, yet extremely tough, as if it were slender and thin invisible silk threads.
Shocked, Bailong summoned up his divine power and struggled desperately, but he broke one invisible thread, and ten more invisible threads entangled him, bounding him in circles and layers!
The white dragon roared angrily, and pure white light bloomed on the dragon scales, turning into a vast cold current, bombarding it in all directions.
Under the bombardment of the cold current, the invisible silk thread finally appeared, but it was a crystal clear silver thread!
And the entire hall, from the entrance to the Sword King's Throne where Shen Lang is, every corner is already covered with densely packed slender silk threads!It feels like breaking into a spider's nest and falling into a spider web formation!
At the same time, Bailong was also shocked to realize that these silk threads were exactly the same as the crystal silk threads used to repair the cracks in the palace.Before, he thought it was the repair ability of the White Bone Palace, but now it seems that it is not the case at all!
However, when was the silk thread that filled the palace laid?
Is it the aftermath of the fight with Shen Lang just now, when the ground, dome, and walls of the hall were shattered, the silk thread repaired the palace while laying this trap?
But who made this silk thread, and how could he conceal the perception of the majestic first-rank Daoist, and cover the entire hall with silk thread invisibly?
There are too many doubts and shocks in Bailong's heart.
But the current situation does not allow him to explore.
White light flashed on his dragon body, and he crazily released a violent cold current that could instantly freeze a third-rank warrior to death, and make a second-rank warrior stiff and paralyzed.
However, although the invisible silk thread is visible due to the cold current, its resistance is unreasonably strong.
No matter how much the white dragon blows the cold current, it can't shatter all the crystal threads wrapped around its body.After finally freezing and breaking off some of the silk threads, more silk threads floated in and wrapped around his body densely.
Seeing that the cold current was ineffective, Bailong decisively changed his spell.
Although he is the most proficient in ice magic, after becoming the master of the white dragon's body, because of the white dragon's innate frost ability, the ice magic has become stronger, but as a first-rank Daoist, he has dabbled in various spells, theoretically It is sufficient to deal with various situations.
At this moment, his whole body flashed red, and his pure white scales became fiery red, and he was covered with a layer of flaming armor from head to tail, intending to use this blazing flame that melts gold and iron to burn off the slender threads.
These silk threads should look like they are afraid of fire...
Unfortunately it backfired.
These slender silk threads, which seem to be particularly afraid of fire, seem to be instantly melted by the fire, but they are abnormally extremely fire-resistant.
In other words, the flame released by the white dragon was not powerful enough. He used the flame to deal with the silk thread, but the effect was worse than the cold current freezing the silk thread.
The white dragon howled wildly, and cast various spells in succession.
Wind blades, lightning, swords, earth and rock explosions, force field shocks...
He even shook the dragon scales, shaking off countless bean-sized miniature puppets from the dragon scales, which rose in the wind and turned into various human, animal, bird-shaped mechanism puppets, flesh and blood puppets, trying to use the puppets to stir the silk thread to help him escape .
But these puppets are vulnerable to silk threads. Any seemingly thin and thin silk thread can split the puppets in two like a sharp knife with just a light sweep.
Several silk threads were intertwined to form a net, and any puppets were immediately reduced to pieces.Some puppets were entangled in silk threads, and they were immediately shattered into pieces when they were lightly strangled.
This light and slender silk thread cuts iron like mud!
That's why the scales of Bailong's real dragon body are tough, so the dragon scales have not been cut by the silk thread.
Of course, the consumption of countless puppets did share a lot for Bailong, which enabled Bailong to continuously burst out various spells, struggled to break the silk thread that bound his body, and barely approached the top of the temple.
Then, the white dragon, which had been maintaining a body of three feet long, suddenly swelled rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a giant white dragon nearly forty feet long from head to tail!
Under the rapid expansion of his body, the silk threads around his body suddenly broke, and he endured for a long time to show weakness. Finally, the white dragon who was freed from the bondage by this explosion was suddenly ecstatic, and the dragon's mouth opened wide, spraying out a snow-white cold current like a high-pressure water dragon, blasting on the ground. On the top of the temple.
The breath of the cold current first froze the roof of the Hall of Bones until it was brittle, and then blasted a huge hole in the roof of the hall with the force of the terrifying jet explosion. After that, the white dragon shrank suddenly, becoming only the size of an earthworm in an instant, avoiding those who were originally He wanted to bind his huge dragon body, but the dragon body suddenly shrunk and fell through, revealing countless flaws and gaps in the sky, passing through the hole in the roof of the temple, leaving behind a string of wild laughter:
"Hahahaha, Shen Lang, you..."
The wild laughter stopped abruptly.
The white dragon that rushed out of the hole on the roof of the temple was suspended in the air, looking up at the top of the head.
The Bone Palace is as big as a hill. Although the main hall where Shen Lang is located is on the upper floor of the Bone Palace, it is still a long way from the real "mountain top" dome on the last floor.
Now, after Bailong broke through the roof and rushed out of the great hall, he came to a garden of bones.
And in this garden, every inch of space is densely packed with silk threads.
In addition, the silk threads are denser, and the pores are so small that even earthworms cannot penetrate them.There are so many layers, at a glance, it is impossible to know how many layers are stacked.
There are silk threads in all directions, and what is even more frightening is that, in the sky above the white dragon's head, in the dense, layer upon layer silk net, there is a huge monster crawling.
It was a black spider as big as a room with a cluster of silver-white down on its head.
It hung upside down and crawled in the center of the net, with several black or blood-red spider eyes on its head, all staring at the white dragon, as if looking at a bug that had fallen into the net.
Bailong finally knew what those silk threads were.
That's all spider silk.
He also understood what Shen Lang was waiting for after talking so much nonsense.
Shen Lang wasn't just waiting for spider threads to cover the hall where he was.
He is also waiting for the spider silk to cover the entire palace of bones.
That hall is only the core of the trap, the place where the spider silk is finally laid.
Outside the main hall, every inch of space inside the entire Bone Palace is probably filled with immeasurable spider threads just like this Bone Garden.
If there were only spider webs, it would not be scary.
Bailong also noticed that although Shen Lang could display the power of that magic armor, he seemed to have some mobility issues, unable to move freely to chase and kill.
Besides, even if Shen Lang can move freely, Bailong is also confident that he can rely on the ability of a real dragon's body to be free in size and unpredictable changes, coupled with his Taoism cultivation base and dragon body divine power, while fighting against the entanglement of spider webs, he can deal with Shen Lang at the same time. Waves chased and killed.
Anyway, Shen Lang can only last for a quarter of an hour, even if he lied, he can actually last longer, Bai Long thought to himself that he has enough strength, and if Shen Lang can't hold on anymore, he can calmly break through the net and escape.
But now.
After seeing the giant spider waiting to spin its web.
Bai Long's heart sank into the bottom of the sea immediately.
Although the characteristics of this giant spider were slightly different from the one he knew, the silver-white fur on the top of its head was not an inherent characteristic of that one.
But its aura was almost exactly the same as the one he knew.
this spider...
It was the incarnation of the spider mother!
This palace of bones is actually the temporary palace where the spider mother incarnated, the Demon Sword Throne and the first-grade magic armor were actually moved by the spider mother to this palace of bones. Shen Lang's real support is actually the spider mother!
But, didn't Shen Lang have enmity with Spider Mother?Wasn't he cursed by the spider mother's nightmare?How could it be possible to team up with the spider mother and set a trap for him, the white dragon?
Could it be...Shen Lang was actually captured by the Spider Mother long ago, and secretly became a Spider Mother walker?
Lian Yunxiao was really killed by the spider mother walker?
Bailong only felt that the world was absurd, nothing more than this.
He Bailong cooperated with the Xingyuan Demon God, and Shen Lang actually cooperated with the Xingyuan Demon God...
But it shouldn't be!
As a rising star of the Shenchuitang, as Yan Tianying and Chang Yuzhen's valued disciple, Shen Lang should never cooperate with the Demon God!
"Shen Lang, you deceitful villain!"
Bailong raised his head to the sky and howled wildly, letting out a roar of grief and indignation.
Amidst the roar, he turned into a forty-foot-long dragon again, and launched an impact on the incarnation of the spider mother who stretched a net above.
Yunding Demon Palace does not allow the real body of the Demon God to enter.
No matter the Demon Buddha or the Spider Mother, they can only incarnate and sneak into the Demon Palace.
Earlier, the spider mother had sent an avatar to sneak into the magic palace quietly, trying to break the seal, but Yan Tianying and the others noticed it in time and beat her back.
Now, even though Bailong was alone, he had no choice but to fight hard under desperate circumstances.
It's just an incarnation, and it still hasn't undergone blood sacrifices, and hasn't absorbed a lot of essence, blood, and primordial spirit. The spider mother is a demon god who relies on her talent and instinct to eat. A way out!
Roar!
The white dragon groaned wildly, and its cold breath was like a high-pressure water dragon, crashing into the huge spider.
then.
The cold breath hit the giant spider right in the middle, but before the white dragon felt joy, the huge spider above it shattered like a bubble.At the same time, Bailong felt his dragon's tail go numb. When he lowered his head, he saw a small spider the size of a palm with a tuft of silver-white hairs on its head. It didn't know when it was lying on top of his dragon's tail, biting it with a pair of fangs. Holding his dragon tail, he injected toxins continuously.
Why does such a small spider have such good teeth that it can bite through dragon scales and skin?
The toxin was also quite violent, in just a few moments, Bailong's entire tail was completely paralyzed, and he completely lost consciousness, and the numbness spread rapidly upwards, and it was about to spread to his pair of hind paws.
The white dragon was frightened, and while energizing the frozen power of the blood to prevent the spread of the toxin, he stared closely at the little spider. The icy wind howled in the dragon's eyes, and the snow filled the air. At the same time, a whirlwind of cold current appeared around the little spider. In the middle, it is full of hail.
The cold current whirlwind is extremely powerful, not only like a magical weapon that cuts iron like mud, but also contains the power of freezing. Once the skin is broken by the cold wind, the cold current will take advantage of the gap and instantly freeze the flesh, bones, and even the soul.
The hail in the cold whirlwind seems to be only the size of a bean, but each hailstone is an ice thunder, not only has the impact force not inferior to a small-caliber shell, but also has a powerful explosion impact force, and the frozen stone is frozen into powder. force.
The little spider wrapped in the cold current whirlwind, its eight legs are like steel nails, firmly nailed to the dragon's tail, and its fangs are also firmly biting the dragon's tail, continuously injecting toxin, allowing the cold current to sweep and the hail to bombard.
Its body was soon bruised by the cold current whirlwind, and pitted by the hailstorm, but it still insisted that the dragon's tail would not let go, nor was it frozen to death by the cold current, and it continued to inject toxins.
In the effort of casting spells to resist, the toxin had already spread to Bailong's hind paws, completely paralyzing his hind paws, and he could not feel the existence of the hind paws at all.
And the power of freezing has little effect on blocking the spread of the toxin. It can't be said that it doesn't exist, it can only be said that it is not obvious.
Bailong didn't dare to delay any longer, and tried to cut off half of his body to completely stop the spread of the toxin.
Anyway, with the powerful vitality of this real dragon body, even if it is cut in half, it can be reborn quickly with severed limbs, and when it recovers, it will only lose a little vitality at most.
But compared with life, what is the loss of vitality?
But the white dragon who was looking down at the little spider on the dragon's tail just had the thought of cutting himself in half, but he didn't know that a slender spider thread was quietly hanging down from above his head, touching his dragon's head, ignoring the firmness. The scales were hard, ignoring the dragon's flesh and blood, and fell straight into his sea of consciousness.
So Bailong was in a trance for a while, completely unable to remember what he was going to do.
In fact, Bailong also knew this spell, and he even showed off his knowledge in front of his fourth disciple.
This technique is called "Silk-drawing Opera", which can use the spider silk of the primordial spirit to entangle the primordial spirit of the living beings, turning the living beings into silk-drawing puppets.
With Bailong's primordial spirit cultivation base, it is obviously impossible to subdue his primordial spirit and refine him into a puppet with just a "simple pulling show" performed by an incarnation of a demon god.
But it was enough to interfere with his sanity, causing him to be in a trance for a moment or two, temporarily forgetting his original thoughts.
So during this trance, the toxin quickly spread upwards for a while.
When Bailong came back to his senses, the toxin had spread to half of the dragon's body, and it was about to spread to a pair of front paws.
If he cut off his body again at this time, it would not only be cut in half, but most of the dragon's body would be thrown away.
But the situation was extremely critical, and Bai Long couldn't allow him to think too much. He lowered his head and neck, twisted the body of the dragon, opened his mouth, and bit under the front paw.
But the extremely sharp dragon teeth had just bit through the dragon scales, and before they had time to bite the dragon's body completely, the little spider at the tail of the dragon, which was being strangled and bombarded by the cold current and hail, turned into a pool of blood and disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, a bloody light flashed on the top of the white dragon's head, and the figure of a little spider appeared.
Blood Shadow Escape!
After she appeared, she nailed the dragon's head with one claw, shot out a spider thread, and sank into the top of the white dragon's skull again, causing the white dragon to be in a trance for a while, and the dragon's mouth paused for a while.
During this pause, the little spider had bitten on the scales of the dragon's head. It had shown off to Shen Lang countless times, boasting that it could bite through the scales of the demon god's skin and tear the steel teeth of the demon god's muscles and bones. It is the strongest to tear easily The scale skin of the dragon head was injected with toxin again.
This time, Bailong's head and neck were not only paralyzed, even his soul was paralyzed and dull, and even his thoughts gradually became unable to function.
Following the little spider's steel teeth, its front paws continued to slash, tearing the dragon scales, dragon skin, dragon skull, and biting a blood hole on the dragon head, from the blood hole into the dragon head's cranial cavity!
The little spider entered through its head, and the huge dragon body, which had been completely paralyzed and unconscious, suddenly twitched violently, then fell from mid-air, smashing the roof of the temple that had been sprayed out by him, with a bang, Fell into the hall where Shen Lang was.
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