Ten Thousand Miasma Mountains.

The third of the bloody array.

After Shen Lang and the others broke the blood sea on the first layer and the blood mountain on the second layer, they entered a blood-colored space, and in the blood-colored space of the third layer, there was still a group of extremely powerful blood-colored spirits, but under the combined efforts of everyone, there was still a frightening break and leave in the end.

Then everyone broke through the four-layer formation in a row, although many people died or died of exhaustion in the process, but this still could not stop them from moving forward.

Although Shen Lang could take everyone into the Black Pole Purgatory, he didn't do it, because he himself was fighting against those strange creatures outside, how could he be merciful and let others hide, and he would bleed and die here.

Shen Lang has never been a virgin, he is not a ruthless person, it mainly depends on the situation, if the situation allows, he doesn't mind saving some people.

It's just that if you want to break through the big array, you have to help Xiao Li, and the further back the big array is, the more hidden it is, and Xiao Li is more and more difficult to find, so at this time, they need to block the attack of strange creatures.

In this fierce battle, no one was spared, Shen Lang even Huang Feihu and Zhang Bao, as well as Ghost Dharma and Bodhi Ancestor, also pulled out and let them join the battle.

Even if Zhang Bao and Bodhi Ancestor's cultivation was really weak, Shen Lang gave them a large handful of Heavenly Thunder Beads, and it was good for them to put cold guns behind the crowd.

The flame of the crowd is high, and they can produce a little bit is a little.

Originally, everyone was unwilling to pull everyone into the Black Pole Purgatory to hide, so it was inevitable that they would have some complaints, but when they saw that Shen Lang even pulled out the fat Taoist priest of the Gathering Spirit Realm to fight and kill, what else could their group of monks who had become immortals say?

"Zhang Bao, go help Yan Jia and the others, blow up those miscellaneous pieces for me, kill one and I'll give you a thousand white spirit stones."

At this time, the battle situation was already extremely stalemate, and everyone was about to be surrounded by the strange blood spirits of the sixth layer.

After Shen Lang slapped a piece of blood spirit to death with a slipper, he immediately looked at Yan Jia and the others, and then shouted to Zhang Bao beside him.

Hearing this, Zhang Bao was stunned for a moment, and then shouted at the duck, and then rushed to the area where Yan Jia and the others were with Bodhi Lao'er and Ghost Dharma.

Dozens of Heavenly Thunder Beads mixed with seven or eight Golden Heavenly Thunder Beads smashed directly into the group of blood spirits.

There was a loud bang, as if the Tianshan Mountains had collapsed in front of him, and a violent wave of qi swept out, and countless blood spirits were directly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Immediately after, Shen Lang saw the opportunity and threw the Demon Knife directly into the blood mist.

His purpose in doing this was to absorb the power of those blood mist first, so that other blood spirits would not become more powerful after absorbing them.

"This day Lei Zhu ..... Good students are familiar. ”

Yunshang's pretty face was full of tiredness at the moment, and the white dress on her body was even more red with countless blood.

When she saw the Heavenly Thunder Bead thrown out by Zhang Bao and the others, a look of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Because she suddenly remembered the scene when the Refining Pavilion was bombed, and the palace master of the Mother Palace of the Lost Lei Lou at that time, Hara Shao, also used this day Thunder Bead.

Thinking of this, Yun Sheng couldn't help but look at Shen Lang who was fighting frantically not far away, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

She is not a fool, nor is she a novice, but she did not immediately go to Shen Lang to verify anything.

After all, right now

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It is necessary to break the formation, if they can't break this formation, all of them will definitely die.

At this time, Shen Lang knew that the good things he had done in the Refining Pavilion had already been known by others, but even if he knew that Yun Sheng had seen some clues, he wouldn't care.

Originally, this matter was caused by the people of the Refining Pavilion first, and that Yun Shanzi was the uncle of the Feiyun Kingdom royal family, if they wanted to ask themselves for an explanation, then they would inevitably have to come to an anti-guest, and the Feiyun Kingdom Emperor had a reappearance of the Refining Pavilion yesterday.

At this moment, Shen Lang's thunder god anger was almost full of firepower, and if he punched down, those blood spirits would die.

It's a pity, no matter how powerful and crazy he is, these blood spirits are like an army of millions, and they can't be killed.

Shen Lang regretted it a little, he had known that there were so many strange creatures in the Seven Formations of Bloody Blood, so he had asked Zhang Bao to forge a Gatling in advance.

This kind of scene, if Gatling is in hand, is definitely a big killer.

"Xiao Li, are you still alright?"

After another half an hour, Shen Lang saw that Xiao Li had not spoken for a long time, so he asked a little anxiously.

However, as soon as he spoke, Yu Ling'er shouted: "Oh no, Xiao Li fainted." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked and looked sideways.

I saw that the little girl had fallen into Yu Ling'er's arms at this moment, her little face was full of paleness, and her body was trembling slightly.

And she didn't say the specific location of the array eye, that is, the sixth layer of this bloody seven arrays, even Xiao Li couldn't see through it.

"Withdraw, everyone follow me into the Black Pole Purgatory."

Shen Lang only hesitated for a moment, then shouted loudly.

Then, he looked at Jian Chenzi on the side and said, "Brother Jian, help me buy a little time." ”

Jian Chenzi nodded, and then came behind Shen Lang and faced the swarming strange blood spirit alone.

At this moment, his sword has been unsheathed, and every time the sword is slashed, hundreds of strange creatures will be killed in an instant, you must know that the strength of these blood spirits is equivalent to the existence of the early stage of the True Immortal, and there are some powerful blood spirits comparable to the middle stage of the True Immortal.

However, in the face of Jian Chenzi's sword, he did not have the slightest ability to resist.

Shen Lang directly handed over his back to Jian Chenzi, which was his trust in Jian Chenzi.

Although the two of them have only known each other for a short time strictly speaking, the ancients had clouds, and the friendship between gentlemen was as light as water.

Sometimes, people get along with each other, the depth of friendship, does not rely on time to measure, maybe just need a song, you can become a bosom friend, maybe as long as a request, you can live and die.

From the first time he saw Jian Chenzi, Shen Lang had a good impression of this person, if it weren't for the fact that Yu Xuantian's brothers and sisters had already called him a brother and sister to Jian Chenzi, and he wouldn't have waited until now to really get acquainted.

However, even so, when Jian Chenzi sat in front of him and called Brother Shen respectfully, he already knew that this person would definitely become his best friend for life.

Shen Lang withdrew the Demon Sword, but then took out the Divine Sword.

Although it is not complicated for him to open the Black Pole Purgatory, usually he only needs to swipe his fingers, and the Black Pole Purgatory will sense it and break the space on its own to let him in.

But at the moment, although this large array was not isolated from space, it was still difficult for him to enter as easily as usual, so this was it

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You must borrow the power of the Divine Sword or the Demon Sword.

After all, the old man once told him that these two divine weapons could also be regarded as the keys to the gate of the Black Pole Purgatory.

Swish!

The long sword was unsheathed, and Shen Lang's whole person also transformed into a white-robed and black-haired god in that golden light, his golden eyes were joyless and sad, and his divine light bloomed dazzlingly.

At this time, Shen Lang seemed to have become an ancient god without any emotion in the hearts of everyone, and in those golden eyes, only the vicissitudes of life withered.

As soon as the long sword slashed into the void, a pitch-black crack appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and then, with a wave of Shen Lang's right hand, all the monks present fled into it.

After entering the Black Pole Purgatory, everyone was finally able to breathe and collapsed to the ground, only a few strong ones such as Shen Lang and Jian Chenzi were still able to maintain their composure, and there were those women who were trying to maintain their own image, although they were also physically and mentally exhausted, they still held on and did not fall, but sat cross-legged on the spot to breathe.

Seeing everyone's tired expressions, Shen Lang touched the storage bag on his waist and couldn't help frowning slightly.

At this moment, he realized that the healing elixir on his body was too little, and it seemed that he had to buy a batch of healing medicine in this case.

The last time he was in the Refining Pavilion, after being trapped by that big array, he had actually realized this problem, but unfortunately at that time, time was a bit tight, and the Northern Realm Conference was imminent, so he didn't have time to collect elixirs at all.

"Bodhi, ghost Bodhi, after the two of you rest for a while, immediately prepare a few tables of hot pot, and take out all the good wine for everyone to relax."

"Okay Shen Ye!"

Ghost Bodhidharma and Bodhi nodded, and after resting for a while, they went to make arrangements.

On the other side, Shen Lang looked at the one who was holding a broken abacus and carefully calculated how many blood spirits he had killed this time and how many spirit stones he deserved, just looking at his hard appearance of constantly pushing down and recalculating, it was obvious that his mathematics should be at the level of the first grade of primary school.

Shen Lang came to Zhang Bao's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Sauce explosion, don't forget it, if you continue to count, your brain will be a paste, you come with me, help me forge a weapon, and when I finish it, I will give you 50,000 white spirit stones." ”

"Fifty thousand?"

When Zhang Bao heard 50,000, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he immediately stood up and said respectfully: "Boss, please faint!" ”

Shen Lang took Zhang Bao to the secret room in the attic specially forged for him, and then took out the Yin Yang Holy Stone, then took out nearly thirty catties of Gengjin Stone Essence, and finally took out a piece of rice paper, on which the pattern of the fire god Gatling was drawn.

Shen Lang planned to use the Yin-Yang Sacred Stone and some other precious materials to refine a Gatling machine gun, but his Gatling did not shoot bullets, but fired flying swords.

Those Gengjin stone spirits are used to craft flying sword bullets.

After explaining all the details, Shen Lang left the attic.

Below, a table of ten people was enjoying the relaxation brought by food and spirits, and only one table was untouched.

There were only three brothers and sisters at that table, Jian Chenzi and Yu Xuantian, but there were four seats, and the last one was naturally reserved for Shen Lang.

After a while, Shen Lang came to the table and sat with Jian Chenzi and the three of them, without saying anything, just raising his glass, and then drank it all.

Jian Chenzi also raised his glass and drank it, this mellow and powerful liquor really surprised him.

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