Godly Dragon Guard

After a few seconds of silence, there was a sudden commotion, and almost everyone looked at Shen Lang in shock.

In two consecutive games, Shen Lang killed his opponent within one or two moves. Shen Lang's performance was a bit shocking.

Forget the first game, the opponent in the second game was a monk in the middle stage of pill formation, and he was killed instantly by him. Everyone couldn't help but wonder if Shen Lang was in the early stages of forming pills.

The casual alchemy cultivators watching the battle outside the field also showed shocked expressions. No one dared to look down on Shen Lang anymore.

"Winner, No. 11!" The young man in purple who presided over the ring battle announced.

Shen Langfei got off the ring, still feeling a little unhappy.

"Congratulations, young master." Xiao Ling'er stepped forward to welcome him.

"Let's go back."

Shen Lang didn't say much, and immediately involved Xiao Ling'er into a ray of light, soaring into the sky and flying towards the horizon.

Tomorrow is the last day of the ring battle, and 0 places will be decided.

After Shen Lang returned to the cave, he still closed his eyes and rested his mind, keeping his energy and spirit at an excellent level to prepare for the last day of the ring battle.

He took a look at the storage ring of the dead black-robed female cultivator. The jade flute magic weapon could attack people's souls, so it was somewhat useful.

Other than that, they are all ordinary things. The number of Five Elements Spiritual Stones is 60 to 70 million, which is considered a small gain.

Shen Lang calculated the property in his storage ring, which included a small sky crystal (100 million Five Elements Spiritual Stones), and nearly 200 million Five Elements Spiritual Stones including the Five Elements Spiritual Crystals.

There are a lot of various magic weapons, including four high-grade magic weapons. There are countless magical herbs, magical elixirs and so on.

Shen Lang's wealth must be considered as a rich man among casual cultivators, and his financial resources are comparable to those of monks in the late stage of pill formation.

However, this amount of financial resources is still far from being able to purchase ancient treasures.

The most rubbish offensive ancient treasure sells for more than 0 small sky crystals.

Shen Lang lost all his money and could not buy an ancient treasure.

And even if an ancient treasure were to leak out, it would not be the turn of a monk with his level of cultivation.

Because the ancient treasure is of great use to Yuanying stage monks. It is really rare for monks in the Dan-formation stage to possess ancient treasures.

Shen Lang could only think about the offensive ancient treasure.

The second day arrived in a blink of an eye.

Today is the last day of the ring battle.

The square of Stargazing City was crowded with people, and there were many more monks coming to watch the battle than in the previous two days.

After the first two rounds of competition, the original 10 monks were eliminated, and now only more than 50 people were eliminated. The remaining alchemy monks were basically the elites of casual cultivators.

Even the elders of some sects who were in the alchemy stage took the time to come over to watch the final arena battle.

It can't be said that it attracts everyone's attention, but being able to get a chance to enter Penglai Mountain can be regarded as the envy of others.

At the beginning of the third battle, Shen Lang's opponent was an old man in white robes who was in the middle stage of pill formation, and his strength was quite satisfactory.

It was not easy for Shen Lang to win this time, but he still managed to win and advance to the final round. He still retained his strength and did not reveal the ability of the nine changes of the bleeding spirit.

At noon, the arena battle finally reached the final round.

The two of them had already stepped onto the ring. Standing opposite Shen Lang was an old man in gray robes. His face was thin and gloomy, giving off a strange aura.

Shen Lang was very unlucky. His opponent was one of the only two casual cultivators who were in the late stage of forming pills in the Panlong Island arena. Moreover, he has a good background and became famous as a casual cultivator in the later stage of forming a pill. He is a black evil old monster.

"Master, come on!" Xiao Ling'er shouted from the audience, with a trace of worry on her pretty face.

Although Shen Lang is very strong, this time his opponent is a serious late-stage Dan-forming monk, and the gap in level is too big. Xiao Linger was not sure whether Shen Lang could win.

Shen Lang's face looked a little ugly. He already knew the information about his opponent before.

The old monster Heisha is the owner of Heishan Island in the Yuanhe Sea. He has a lonely and violent personality and has never joined any sect.

This person is almost the strongest person among all the casual cultivators who participated in the arena battle on Panlong Island. He is good at magic skills and has very high combat power.

"Tsk, tsk, that young senior who is in the early stages of forming pills is going to be unlucky. He actually bumped into the old black devil from Black Mountain Island."

"Oh my god, this person is the old black devil. This is the first time I've seen him in person!"

"Someone came out in the first few games. This old black monster is a long-famous late-stage pill-forming monk. He is extremely cruel and no one dares to mess with him. All the monks who encountered him in the previous few games surrendered, and no one dared to fight with him. A fight!”

The monks outside the venue were talking a lot, and they were all obviously mourning for Shen Lang.

In the eyes of everyone, even though Shen Lang had risen to prominence in the previous games, he was just an early-stage pill-forming monk. It was almost impossible to defeat a late-stage monk like the Black Evil Old Monster.

On a high building outside the square, a young man wearing blood-colored armor was staring at the ring. This man was Xue Fei. A beautiful woman with long hair in purple clothes stood beside him, it was Murong Mingyue.

I had nothing to do today, and Xue Fei also came to watch the ring battle. Of course, with his arrogant and arrogant temperament, he looked down on the fights between a group of casual cultivators, treating them as pure leisure.

"Mingyue, this old acquaintance of yours seems to be in some trouble. The ancestor of Heisha is a pretty good monk, and your old acquaintance is far from his opponent." Xue Fei said calmly.

"Ming Yue doesn't think so. Young Master Xue will know after watching it." Murong Mingyue chuckled lightly, her glazed eyes fixed on Shen Lang on the ring, with a trace of expectation in her eyes.

In the ring, the atmosphere was tense.

"Boy, I've given you a chance, why don't you surrender?" the old black devil said impatiently.

"Why should I surrender?" Shen Lang said with a gloomy expression.

Although this old black monster is strong, he is at most a monk with the same strength as Duan Jian. Unless this person has an ancient treasure more powerful than the Kaishan Seal!

Shen Lang felt that this possibility was very low, so he gritted his teeth and decided to fight to the end! Even if he loses, there is still a battle in the lower bracket, and he still has a chance to get a spot.

"Hmph, yellow-haired boy, are you sure you want to fight me? Are you afraid that I will kill you?" The black evil old monster smiled arrogantly and said in a neutral tone.

"Sorry, you are so confident, you might as well give it a try." Shen Lang chuckled.

"The yellow-haired boy is so brave. Since you want to die, I will help you!"

The old black monster showed a hint of violence on his old face, bit his fingertips, quickly drew a spell in mid-air, and pushed out his palms to unleash spiritual power.

"The Ghost King appears!"

As soon as the roar ended, a hundred-meter-tall ghost king appeared in front of the old black monster. He had horns on his head, a wide mouth with fangs, and was wearing a black armor. His face was terrifying and ferocious, and his whole body was burning with gray-white demonic flames, as if a demon descended from heaven. World.

The ferocious smell frightened the onlookers around the square.

"It's actually the powerful ghost king?" Shen Lang's expression changed.

When he was in the wilderness before, he also encountered an opponent who sacrificed a powerful ghost king, but it was just a shadow. The powerful ghost king in front of him was a real entity!

"King of Ghosts, chop him up for me!" The old monster Heisha shouted coldly.

The powerful ghost king immediately took out a black giant sword dozens of meters long from his back, the surface of the sword's blade was burning with blazing demonic flames.

"Roar!"

The Ghost King let out a low and weird roar, swung his giant sword and slashed at Shen Lang. (To be continued)