Chapter 137

The White Lightning mark mixed with the blood light released from the puppet's eyes directly hit Qin Lang's Dragon condensed with cold air. With a loud bang, the three forces collided together, and the air waves nearly several people high were blown out and scattered around.

Nearly half of the dragon's body was directly blown off. However, under the control of Qin Lang, the remaining half of the body gradually turned into a dragon twice as small as before. Although there was a lot less in size, its momentum was more concise.

And the scattered air waves, with the speed visible to the naked eye, quickly formed ice crystals on the surrounding flowers and plants. At a glance, people who don't know will think it's winter.

"Puff" Qin Lang spat out a mouthful of blood. He would have thought that the Dragon congealed in his icy field could fight with one of them. Unexpectedly, the blood elixir did so. He used a white magic formula, but not counting, he took out a puppet.

After all, as long as they can't use the ice field quickly, they will not be afraid to use the ice field to bring their own damage.

At this time, xuedanzi was also shocked. However, he didn't think that it was a matter that he had caught by hand, and that it would be so difficult. Is this boy really the only one who has done in the later period of building the foundation state? He thought to himself.

Qin Lang just wanted to say something, but Qin Lang didn't give him a chance to open his mouth. He rushed forward, his right hand in the middle of his eyebrow and whispered: "now!"

Just when xuedanzi didn't know what kind of tricks Qin Lang was playing, he only felt that the temperature had just been extremely cold, and it seemed that it had dropped some more, and with some Yin wind that was involved in the bone marrow, he could not resist it at all.

According to the truth, as a monk in the later period of jiedan state, he could not have felt cold, but the chilling chill from his body at the moment reminded him that the temperature around him had indeed dropped a lot.

However, before waiting for him to doubt for a long time, xuedanzi knew the answer, because at this moment, in his observation of divine consciousness, there were already many shadows around him. He could see clearly that the shadow was the result of countless souls.

The ancient China has a large population. In addition, although it is said to be a deep mountain, it happens to be caught up in the place of war. Therefore, the number of dead people here is extremely large, which is just the magic power of Qin Lang.

Qin Lang jumped up and suspended in the air. He was staring at the blood Dan Zi who had been stunned at this time. At this moment, he was like a demon. His eyes twinkled with strange light.

"Swallow!" Qin Lang stretched out his finger to the blood drop son, and then the thousands of dead souls seemed to be driven by something, and bravely flew towards xuedanzi.

Xuedanzi's face changed greatly. I never thought that Qin Lang's magic and magical means would be so many. Isn't it only mangling mountain's people who can expel ghosts? Why can we see this kind of magic on such a barren planet.

You know, even in the practice world, the magic power of exorcising ghosts belongs to half of the folk sects, and no one can do it. After all, almost all the friars claim to be respectable and never deal with these ghosts.

At this time, Qin Lang's magic power was undoubtedly the most authentic mangling skill, which made Xue kunzi not return to his mind for a while. "Damn it, what's going on? Who the hell is he? "

Obviously, this boy is totally different from himself, but he can't lift his head everywhere. This situation is supposed to be under his own pressure, but now it's just the opposite. How can he not be angry and angry.

But before he had time to think about it, tens of thousands of dead people rushed to him without fear of life and death.

However, the magic power of xuedanzi could not work on the tens of thousands of dead souls. After all, they had no entity. But what made him feel extremely depressed was that although his attack had no effect on them, these ghosts were swallowing their energy all the time. He could already feel that there was not much energy left in him 。

Sure enough, after a short time, he summoned out the puppet which did not take long to collapse. No matter what trend he had, he could not stand up again.

"Damn you, how can I deal with you?" Xuedanzi's face changed slightly, sneered and retreated again. Those spirits, like maggots with bones, roared after them, and there was a tendency that they would not stop tearing it into mud.

Seeing the soul of the dead getting closer and closer to him, xuedanzi did not have the slightest sense of panic. He came to the puppet which had been scattered all over the ground. His hands seemed to grasp something from it. He pinched the puppet, which could not be restored in any case. However, it was like a stimulant. He not only recovered instantly, but also grew up in the wind and became a man How high.

When xuedanzi burst into a drink, a pure real yuan force gushed out of his mouth. In an instant, the puppet seemed to be alive,Just like a real person standing directly in front of Qin Lang, he is stunned. What is the situation? I have already broken him up before. How come it's the same as it's ok now.

Qin Lang didn't know. Although he said that he had broken it before, he could not use the magic weapon and activate it again. Otherwise, how could it be repaired so easily?

"Imperial edict!" Xuedanzi hid behind the puppet and patted the puppet's back. The puppet's eyes once again showed a dazzling light, but this time it was not a red light, but a holy and bright light with a Buddhist flavor.

Those souls in touch with this light after one after another wail, like the first snow to see the sun, straight melted open, some of the dead immediately screamed, disappeared between heaven and earth.

Fearless and fearless, these wandering souls even had a trace of fear at this time. They just surrounded Qin Lang and did not dare to step forward.

Seeing this, Qin Lang immediately used his sword control technique, and let XuanHuo sword be held in his hand again. He stamped hard at his feet. The man and the long sword were integrated into one, but he rushed to the blood pill like a flash of lightning.

Seeing Qin Lang rush up, those dead souls are not hesitant. They follow him closely, like a cloud behind him. What's more, he added some momentum to Qin LANGPING.