Chapter 1771 (1/2)

Shen Lang's scalp is numb. The most terrible thing happened. There are monks in the God transforming period in this place where the birds don't shit!

That's not the point. The point is that the elder brother of the white robed monk who just killed himself seems to be the one who pursues him.

He just killed his brother. If he was caught up, Shen Lang thought he would die miserably

The golden Mirs are like frightened birds, running away like mad dogs.

The monk's escape speed in the period of transforming the spirit was amazing, and he almost caught up with the place where Shen Lang was just now.

”Fourth brother, no!”

The lame old man had found out that the white robed friar had been killed. His whole body trembled, and his turbid eyes revealed despair and anger.

”Kill my brother, it's a terrible revenge! I'm going to tear you to pieces and refine your soul! ”

The lame old man's face was twisted and ferocious. He looked up at the sky and roared, with strong resentment, hatred and anger in his voice.

After roaring, the lame old man flew out like a shell and chased the escaping waves.

The waves were shocked, and the golden Mirs' wings were filled with dense thunder and lightning. They beat their wings rapidly, which pushed the flying thunder escape technique to the extreme and further improved their flying speed.

After breaking through the waves, the ability of Feilei Dunshu has also been greatly improved, and the flying speed is at least five or six times of that of the ordinary late Yuan infant monks!

Although the lame old man was in the early stage of transforming the spirit, he was suffering from a hidden disease. In addition, he lost more than half of his spiritual power just now in order to get through the nine doubt tripod, and his escape speed was a little poor. For a while, he didn't catch up with Shen Lang, so he couldn't help jumping behind and swearing at his mother, and his face turned into a pigliver color.

”Damn it

Shen Lang was so upset that he brought in such a terrible old man that he was in great trouble.

Although he had great confidence in his own strength, he still had no chance to win in the face of the monks in the apotheosis period. Unless he can master the Shenfeng sword array or refine the dragon and Phoenix rings, he can still protect himself.

Although the lame old man couldn't catch up with Shen Lang for a while, Shen Lang couldn't shake him off.

”Young master, what should I do?” Xiaorou sends out a voice, the tone is very panic.

”No, it will be overtaken sooner or later!”

Shen Lang gnashes his teeth, and the time for his full exertion of Feilei Dunshu can last at most half an hour. Once the thunder and lightning in his body are consumed, his speed will be greatly reduced.

Although the lame old man in the rear was a friar in the early days of deification, his breath didn't seem to be so strong. He was far from the original Jinghong fairy and much weaker than Yuanhe Shuangsheng.

In addition, the opponent has broken a leg, so the combat effectiveness is estimated to be much weaker than that of the ordinary friars in the early stage of deification.

Shen Lang's brain is struggling, thinking about whether to fight with this lame old man.

”Boy, you pissed me off. If I don't kill you today, I swear not to be a man! ”

The lame old man in the rear roared angrily, spitting out a ball of blood essence in his mouth, stretched out his hand and drew out the blood color seal, which immediately burst into a dazzling light.

The lame old man's back suddenly gave birth to a pair of blood colored wings. The wingspan is tens of meters wide, and a lot of blood light is surging on the wings.

I saw a bloody wings suddenly beat, lame old man's speed increased three times! Quickly and in front of the golden Mirs closer.

Shen Lang's divine sense felt that the lame old man's speed increased sharply, which was like beating a chicken's blood.

Seeing that he was about to be overtaken, Shen Lang gave up his escape completely. He clenched his teeth and was ready to take advantage of the lame old man's inattention to strike first!

The distance between the lame old man and the waves is shrinking bit by bit, when the distance between them is only 100 meters.