Chapter 3402

"Boom! Boom! "

The blue light column of the holy heaven hit the two thunder dragons with the power of thunder, and made a loud sound like a crack in the sky.

The vast green light and explosive thunder energy interweave and collide with each other, making the sound shake the world.

The explosion after the collision of the two magical powers continued. After the holy God insisted on a few breath, he still could not hold it.

Only two thunder dragons burst out like a raging tsunami, which stiffly suppressed the power of Qingmang, and the terrible thunder energy came towards the holy heaven.

"Damn it!"

Saint Cang's face was frightened and scolded. This "green rainbow runs through the sun" is his most proud attack magic. I've tried my best, but I still can't resist the attack of magic.

Seeing the thunder coming from all over the sky, Saint Cang had to clench his teeth and quickly sacrifice a emerald green scepter to enter the chaos spirit force into the scepter.

"Green awn wall!"

With the sound of shengcang's shaking, the green staff in his hand released thousands of blue lights, which quickly condensed into a layer of blue light barriers, as bright as the blue crystal.

The overwhelming thunder energy bombards the green awn wall, making a "crackling" explosion sound.

Saint Cang uses all his strength to urge the green staff in his hand, which barely resists the double dragon thunder spell of Shen Lang.

When the explosion ended, the area within dozens of miles of the cliff hillside turned into a wasteland, and a large number of rocks and plants turned into powder.

Shengcang holds the green staff in his hand, his face is red, his blood is surging and he gasps.

He fought his life to resist Shen Langgang's double dragon thunder spell.

All the monks in the audience were shocked. Shen Lang's strength was enough to explain the problem.

All the elders of Huanghua temple were relieved at last, and the performance of Shaozhu proved that their previous worries were unnecessary. It has to be said that the young Lord is so strong that it is unimaginable. It is impossible to describe him as a genius!

Sirius nodded slightly, showing a satisfied expression.

Shen Lang is indeed worthy of the title of the descendant of the hundred eye demon king. If he is such a talented man, if he can train well, Huang Huaguan may really have another immortal monk!

Seeing the saint Cang is obviously in decline. Look at me and I will see you, the elder of the three ancient wood clans. I am embarrassed.

The brow of Qingcheng is tight and wrinkled. I can't even dream of it. The new leader of Huanghua temple is so powerful!

From the time when Shen Lang was not favored to the time when shengcang is in a bad situation, the 180 degree turn makes people feel like a dream.

"Tut, it's really evil!"

Holy Cang's face is black like the bottom of a pot, and his intestines are blue with regret.

He finally understood what it was like to ride a tiger. It was all because of his cheap mouth. When he was full, he had nothing to do but fight with the young master of Huanghua temple, but he didn't want to fight each other. Shen Lang glanced at the ugly Saint Cang and sneered and said: "the saint Cang Taoist friend said that he was the eldest disciple of the saint trace clan leader. I didn't expect you to have much ability, but that's all! Ha ha, my young master has only made two miracles. The holy Taoist friends can't hold on so fast? "

The harsh and cold laughter ignited the anger of Saint Cang instantly. He growled angrily: "Shen, don't be too happy too early. It's hard to say who wins or loses. There's a magic power to take me back!"

Saint Cang's eyes are about to crack. He spews out a large mouth of blood essence. He quickly draws a French seal in front of his body. He quakes and drinks: "the seventh terrace fairy art, green rainbow crazy haze!" As soon as the voice fell, the seal in front of Saint Cang's body gushed out, and hundreds of blue tornadoes appeared all over his body. In the tuyere, dense blue light blades were splashed out, interwoven and collided with each other, and the power was huge to an astonishing extent

. This seventh level magic skill, called "green rainbow crazy haze", is the most powerful magic power that the saint can exert. Saint Cang's understanding of this seventh level magic is not complete, so he needs to strengthen it with the power of blood essence. For seventh level magic, its power will be slightly less than br >

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The hundred blue tornadoes spread quickly, trapped the waves and attacked them quickly. They were so airtight that people could not avoid them!

"Interesting."

As soon as Shen Lang's eyes brightened, he finally felt a threat. He said loudly, "seventh terrace magic, wild dragon going to sea!"

As soon as the roar fell, the waves broke into a large number of chaotic powers towards the black clouds overhead.

At the next moment, layers of white waves rush out of the black clouds, converging into hundreds of white water dragons, each of which is thousands of feet long, and the body of the dragon is filled with suffocating cold force.

"Roar!"

Hundreds of Water Dragons uttered the sound of a terrifying dragon's voice, and ran into the blue tornado that came from all directions.

"Dong! Dong! Dong! "

Wave after wave of explosion sound is like the collapse of the sky. The endless cold light and green awn collide. The cold air rushes around, scaring the surrounding earth immortal monks to play defense skills and resist the erosion of the cold awn.

In the early days, some of the disciples were shivering with cold, and the body felt a strong discomfort.

The monks were shocked by the power of shenlang.

The explosion lasted for a long time. Shen Lang exerted the power of "wild dragon out to sea" to the extreme, and hit nearly one-third of the chaos power in his body at one breath, which effectively resisted the power of the Holy Spirit.

With Shen Lang's weak accomplishments, it would be a little bit of a loss to meet the middle monk of the earth immortal on the magic. Fortunately, he had previously understood the seventh stage of the fairyland skill of the wild dragon going to sea.

Different from the seven terraced fairyland of bandiaozi of shengcang, shenlang is totally a seven terraced fairyland of self perception. The self-awareness of fairy art is much higher than that of the skill script, and the power of the supernatural power is also more powerful.

Although Shen Lang is not good at cultivating, he is better at cultivating the master mind method and swallowing the nine orifices golden elixir. The purity of his chaotic spiritual power is already higher than that of the early monks.

On the whole, Shen Lang's seven terraced fairyland has been able to carry the seven terraced fairyland of Saint Cang Bandiao head-on, without losing the wind at all.

After a blow, the whole cliff hillside has been covered with a thick layer of ice and white frost, and the breath becomes ice.

All the blue tornadoes have collapsed into nothing.

The whole audience was shocked, the shenlang skill was astonished, and all the ground immortal monks who watched the battle were shocked by the astonishing means of the young master of Huanghua temple.

If Shen Lang is a monk of the immortals, it's just that he is the top cultivation of the immortals. It's unbelievable that he can play such an astonishing force!

Seeing that the seventh level magic skill that he did not hesitate to expend his energy was broken by Shen Lang, Saint Cang stared at Shen Lang and shouted: "impossible, you You can never be an immortal monk! What are you doing? " Saint Cang's face is very white. He doesn't believe that Shen Lang is only the peak of cultivation!