"Haha, this old guy finally got defeated."

Shen Lang, who was hiding in the Linggong Tower, was secretly happy when he saw this scene, and a gloating expression appeared on his face.

Although the power of thunder fire is not that strong, the continuous thunder fire is very terrifying. The thunder fire around the space is getting more and more intense, and in an instant, the entire fairy garden is completely covered by thunder fire.

After all, the Linggong Tower is an ancient treasure in space, and these thunder and fire are not enough to cause damage to the ancient treasure.

Shen Lang sat upright in the bedroom of the Linggong Tower, circulating the Holy Yang War Qi in his body, and recovering from his injuries.

The black Yuanying trapped by thunder fire was uncomfortable, so she could only release demonic flames to condense around her body to defend against the burning of thunder fire.

The Nascent Soul is just the soul of a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. He is very fragile. Once he is infected with thunder and fire, his fate will basically be scattered.

The two golden-armored puppets put away their long swords, pinched their hands to make seals, and opened their big mouths.

"boom!"

A large amount of thunder and fire spurted out from the mouth of the golden-armored puppet and attacked the black Yuanying.

The Nascent Soul Little Man of the Red Blood Ancestor was so scared that his scalp was numb, and his face was crazy and he supported the magic flame shield to defend against the attack of thunder and fire. The thunder and fire in the fairy garden seemed endless, and even the golden-armored puppet was spewing out thunder and fire. The black Nascent Soul knew that it could not be resisted for a long time, and his face finally became horrified and horrified. He shouted to the Linggong Tower: "Fellow Daoist Shen, come and help me.

Power! As long as you can help me, I am willing to offer all the spiritual herbs on my body, including the two previous Yang Hui fruits!"

Shen Lang in the Linggong Tower couldn't help but sneer. Now the thunder and fire in the fairy garden is full of lightning and fire, and he may not be able to protect himself when he goes out. How could he care about the Nascent Soul of the Red Blood Ancestor? Shen Lang even wished that he would die.

After a while, two golden armored puppets were still attacking. The demonic flames in the black Yuanying's body were almost exhausted, and a terrified expression appeared on her face, and she shouted: "Fellow Daoist Shen, please save me for my life! As long as you can save me, I voluntarily use the contract technique to be your slave. I am born

The leader of the Maeno Blood Refining Sect knows the secrets of countless great magical powers. In addition, I also kept a few batches of secret treasures during my lifetime, including some precious spiritual herbs and ancient treasures, which I am willing to dedicate to my master.”

Shen Lang was vaguely moved when he listened to these words in the Linggong Tower, but he still woke up.

Although the other party is weak now, he is a real old monster in the Nascent Soul stage. Even if he casts the master-servant contract, Shen Lang is not at ease.

I am only fifty years old, and playing tricks with an old monster who has lived for eight or nine hundred years is a slap in my life!

Shen Lang ignored the black Yuanying's cry and focused on meditation and recovered. Seeing that Shen Lang did not respond, the black Yuanying roared urgently: "Fellow Daoist Shen, I will tell you the truth. You alone will definitely not be able to get out of this closed space! You think that with your own strength, this can tear the exit.

Space channel? Only by saving me and we work together can we open the space channel. Otherwise, if I die, you don’t want to go out from here!”

Shen Lang frowned, and I have to say that this is the thing he was most worried about.

Shen Lang was really not sure that the space cyclone in the fairy garden could break out a crack.
Chapter completed!