Wu Zang, who was firmly protected by three drought-bat corpses, also tried his best to open the defensive barrier to resist the impact of black lightning.

After all, the other party is a monk at the peak of human immortals, and it is not easy for Shen Lang to hurt Wu Zang.

"Ignorance, do you think these tricks of witchcraft can really hurt me? It's ridiculous! Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!"

Wu Zang was too lazy to continue playing, so he sacrificed the blood-colored treasure vase again and injected chaotic spiritual power into the treasure vase.

Hundreds of ghosts flew out of Baobo Bottle's mouth, and all the ghosts flew into the mouths of ten Hanba Tianzi.

"The golden corpse returns to his position!"

With Wu Zang's shout, the seven drought-ba corpses that were previously injured by Guishui Yin thunder have recovered, and the blood flames around him have soared, and the ice and black arcs on the surface of his body have been dissolved.

Seven spiritual chains flew out from Wuzang's sleeves, connecting these seven recovered drought-ba corpses.

"roar!!!"

At this moment, ten drought-bahn corpses were controlled by Wu Zang again, with a low and hoarse roaring sound from their mouths, and a shocking aura radiated all over their bodies, which was creepy!

"Golden Corpse, kill this mess for me!"

With Wu Zang's order, ten drought-ba corpses with a sky surge rushed towards Shen Lang at the same time, wielding the blood-colored giant axes in the book, and slashed at Shen Lang wildly.

Shen Lang was surrounded by ten drought-ba corpses, and his hands turned into blood claws of the demons, trying to fight back, but in a few breaths, he was beaten by the stormy attacks of ten drought-ba corpses without any power to fight back.

"clang!"

A loud metal collision sounded, and a giant axe in the hand of the Hanba Tianzi corpse slashed Shen Lang's back, almost breaking his golden body!

Shen Lang staggered forward, hurriedly stabilized his body, and sweated coldly on his forehead.

If it is against three drought-bahn corpses, Shen Lang has a little chance of winning in his human form.

But at the same time, facing ten drought-bahn zodiac corpses with high fighting spirit, it is impossible for me to fight alone in a human form.

Bai Weiwei was hiding under a huge rock in the distance. She was worried about Shen Lang in her heart and never left the battlefield.

Even if she escapes now, she will have to wait until she walks out of the Holy Spirit Mountains before she can ask for help from the Seven Holy Palace. By then, the daylily will be cold, so it is better to expect Shen Lang to deal with this crisis now.

Seeing that Shen Lang's situation was in danger, Bai Weiwei gritted her silver teeth and was considering whether to step forward to help the man.

At this moment, a beautiful figure flashed to Bai Weiwei like a ghost.

"who?"

Bai Weiwei was startled and looked closely and realized that it was Xia Shan'er. She still remembered that this woman seemed to be Shen Lang's senior sister.

Xia Shan'er focused on the battle, fearing something happened to Shen Lang, so she ignored Bai Weiwei who was beside her.

Shen Lang had been reminding Xia Shan'er not to come out, but Xia Shan'er was really worried about Shen Lang's safety, so she ran over and prepared to go into battle at any time.

The two women knew each other, so they simply didn't say anything and looked at the battlefield with a anxious expression.

"Demon transformation!"

Shen Lang's eyes were bloodshot, desperately driving the demon seed in his soul, and a thunderous tremor came out of his mouth, and a black light surged into the sky, his body quickly twisted and changed, and finally turned into a human centipede tail and a hundred-eyed demon with a length of thousands of meters!

"roar!"

The hundred-eyed demon roared to the sky, and the demonic energy rising from his body turned into a violent black flame tornado, which shocked the ten drought-bar corpses that were besieging him. The violent aura made his scalp numb!
Chapter completed!