Chapter 170

The three men looked at each other, looked at Qin Lang, who was staggering and was about to come out. Without hesitation, they immediately took out their best magic weapon, worked out the formula, and went straight to Qin Lang.

A round of sword appeared in front of the elder martial brother, each of which was shining with gold. His hands broke out continuously. Dozens of figures appeared outside his body. The figure was surrounded by Daoyuan Zhenyuan power and went straight to Qin Lang.

On the other hand, the wretched friar took out a pair of road maps. After throwing it out, he immediately had the cold real yuan force filled the world, and made a crackling sound, which was also a direct rush towards Qin Lang.

Now, the second highest ranking man is at the bottom of the list. He opens his mouth and spouts a pure real yuan force, which turns out to be a huge shield, which directly blocks Qin Lang's way. It seems that he wants to prevent him from escaping.

Qin Lang was supposed to appear in front of them. Maybe they would like to have a good communication with Qin Lang to see if he has got Jieguo. However, seeing her so trance, they immediately started to kill people and steal goods. They thought that they must kill him to get Jieguo and magic weapons on him He quickly got close to Qin Lang and almost instantly came to his side.

At this time, Qin Lang is still in a trance, and his mind always echoes the picture he saw before. When the magic power of the three people comes, he unconsciously imitates the people in the painting, raises his arm, and murmurs to them, "Yu Lei!"

As soon as these two words were uttered, a pure real power appeared from his hand, and then it was like communicating the gate between heaven and earth, and a great pressure passed down from the sky, as if a monk was facing the thunder robbery.

Then in the eyes of the three people, a large amount of thunder clouds quickly gathered in the sky, straight appeared on their heads, facing the surprised eyes, the thunder inside the thunder cloud went towards them without any pause.

The magic weapon made by the first ranking friar had no resistance at all after encountering the roaring thunder. All the magic weapons were smashed into pieces. At the moment when the thunder came, the more than ten illusory shadows he summoned seemed to see something frightening. It was just like that he saw something frightening, and immediately disintegrated.

But he didn't realize what had happened at this time. Thunder directly penetrated into his body. After a scream, he was so scared that he didn't leave any flesh.

"This Who the hell is this? " Since ancient times, we have never heard of any friars who can resist the thunder, especially the pressure in the sky. It is just like the natural calamity after they have survived the calamity. For them, this kind of thing is just incredible.

Can it be that the hermit old monster of a certain sect found the boundary fruit and understood the magic power here? The sordid monk's heart was full of fright at this time, and now he has some regrets to come here, and even more regret that he has done everything to him.

His eyes showed fear and his scalp was numb. In his eyes, the thunder must be unstoppable and unavoidable. His mind and spirit were shocked. He felt that there was absolutely no way to resist it, just like facing the disaster.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran. He even bit his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood essence. He used the skill of blood escape which was handed over to him in his life!

However, even Xue Dun was still unable to escape the thunder. After a loud bang, it was obvious that his blood escaping skill had not been started yet, so he was cut into his body. Then his eyes became dark and an explosion came, and his body disappeared into nothingness like his elder martial brother.

And their two spirits, like a weak flame in the wind, dissipated quietly.

"Forgive me, master!" Seeing this, only one of the three left gave up the resistance and put away his magic power. He knelt down in front of Qin Lang, kowtowed to him and yelled.

It seems that he felt the man's plea for mercy, and the thunder cloud in the sky dissipated in a very short time. However, Qin Lang, who had been sober up at this time, understood that it was not because of his plea for mercy that the thunder cloud dissipated, but that the true principles in his body had been emptied at this time.

"So this is Daoism, Yu Lei!" At this time, Qin Lang took a deep breath. His face was very pale, just like an ordinary person who had been drained of blood. He was black in front of his eyes. Then he stepped forward and was about to faint. He took a picture of his storage bag and found some miraculous elixirs that could supplement the true strength of his body and swallowed it.

However, the only monk left at this time had no intention of escaping from this place. He had been scared to death. After practicing for so many years, he had never seen a monk who could use thunder. Now he was regarded as an old monster in some sect.

Even seeing Qin Lang sitting there cross legged at this time, he did not dare to make a mistake and sprouted a little idea of escaping.

After a long time, Qin Lang digested all the pills he had swallowed, and his pale face turned a little ruddy. Looking at the monk who kowtowed in front of him, Qin Lang's eyes showed a puzzled look."Tell me, why do you three want to attack me without asking anything? Is it that I have offended you?" Looking at the frightened monk at this time, Qin Lang knew that he did not dare to lie to himself in any case.

"Forgive me, master! We don't dare any more. I know my mistakes, I know them! " It seems that he didn't hear Qin Lang's inquiry. He still knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Qin Lang in order to let him go.

"Talk! If you don't tell me the truth, believe it or not, I'll finish you now? " Seeing that this man didn't pay attention to his own plan, Qin Lang frowned, and then he made a gesture. It seemed that he wanted to summon the power of thunder again.

"Say it! I said! Master, don't call the thunder again, I said It seems that he felt something in his heart. He was afraid that Qin Lang would summon the force of thunder again and again. The friars on his knees repeatedly kowtowed and gave an account to Qin Lang.