As Zhou Long injected spiritual power into the six long needles, the six long needles instantly turned into dense green silk threads, like afterimages, and there was a shocking green poisonous fire spreading on the silk threads.

"disease!"

Zhou Long shouted loudly, and a large amount of green silk threads formed a large net and shot towards Shen Langfei.

Shen Lang felt a stern. He was not surprised if it was the magical power of turning swords into silk, but this was the first time Shen Lang saw this "turning needles into silk".

Zhou Long's magic power was attacked by his needle-shaped natal magic weapon, and the speed was extremely fast, much faster than ordinary sword-turning magic power. Moreover, the poisonous fire spreading on the Shura divine needle was also extremely terrifying.

"Nine Changes of Blood Spirit!"

Shen Lang did not dare to be negligent and directly used the Nine Transformations of the Blood Spirit.

The golden dragon pattern on his arm surged, and Shen Lang immediately turned into a golden dragon with a body length of more than a thousand meters.

The huge golden-horned dragon hovered in the sky, its golden pupils were as huge as a wheel, and the golden dragon scales on its body shone brightly, emitting a heart-wrenching breath.

"roar!"

The dragon raised its head and roared a long time, and the golden horn above its head released the brilliance of the sun, and a violent golden tornado lingered all over its body. Shen Lang's method of defending the enemy is relatively simple. His natal magic weapon, Lei Ze, was destroyed by the lame old man, and Bingpo Mountain was also given to Murong Mingyue. Now he can only rely on the physical body of the golden-horned dragon and the Golden Blade Storm as the main attack and defense methods.

It's right.

Seeing Shen Lang suddenly transform into a huge golden-horned dragon, the monks around him showed horror and horror, and were shocked by the huge golden dragon in the sky.

"Golden Horned Dragon!"

Zhou Long was startled, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but shout.

The Golden Horned Dragon is a top-level spiritual beast in heaven and earth, and is the emperor among the Dragons. It is said that the Golden Horned Dragon inherits the bloodline of the weak true dragon, with its magical powers that go against the sky and have the powerful ability to tear the space apart.

The golden-horned dragon transformed into by Shen Lang can indeed be intimidating. Judging from the aura and courage, it is almost the same as the real golden-horned dragon.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

A large number of green silk threads were like a huge fishing net, covering the golden-horned dragon. However, they were blocked by the golden-blade storm surrounding the surface of the golden-horned dragon's body, making extremely sharp sounds.

Although Zhou Long's Shura magic power is powerful, he still cannot break through the defense of the Golden Horned Dragon.

"Shura divine needle, break it for me!" Zhou Long's forehead was sweating coldly, and he rushed the Shura divine needle crazy.

"Bang!"

I saw a huge amount of poisonous fire gushing out from the green silk thread, hitting the Golden Blade Storm.

The collision of two forces triggered a big explosion. Although the poisonous fire on the Shura divine needle was powerful, it was insufficient. The poisonous fire only lasted for a few breaths and was extinguished by the Golden Blade Storm.

"roar!"

The golden-horned dragon let out a violent roar, and the golden blade storm on its body became even more violent, directly bounced Zhou Long's six Shura divine needles out.

Zhou Long's natal magic weapon was knocked away, causing a disorder of spiritual power in his body.

Shen Lang seized the opportunity, and the golden dragon opened its wide mouth and spit out a huge amount of golden blade storm, shooting towards Zhou Long like a thick laser cannon.

"not good!"

Zhou Long was so scared that his face turned pale. In desperation, he could only spray out a mouthful of essence and blood, and consumed his natal energy to activate the brass round bowl before trying to defend against Shen Lang's attack.

“Buzz!”

The mouth of essence and blood that Zhou Long squirted was transformed into a huge amount of spiritual power and poured into the brass round bowl. The brass round bowl immediately released dazzling golden light, and a large number of swastika runes overflowed, forming a solid Buddha light barrier.

"boom!"

The golden blade storm bombarded the Buddha's light barrier again, making a deafening loud noise.

Zhou Long frantically activated the brass round bowl, and the Buddha's light barrier could barely resist the attack of the Golden Blade Storm, and the two sides could not stand for a moment.

It seemed like a stalemate, but Zhou Long complained in his heart. He had to continue to maintain the strength of the Buddha's light barrier and consume a lot of Zhou Long's spiritual power.

Once there is any slight slack, the golden blade storm with such terrifying power will definitely break through the Buddha's light barrier, and he will only have a way out of nowhere.

Zhou Long really never dreamed that this kid was so terrifying! You must know that the other party could force himself to death without even sacrificing a magic weapon.

Shen Lang released the Golden Blade Storm in the form of a golden-horned dragon and consumed not much spiritual power, so the old thing would definitely not be able to hold on.

Zhou Long also knew that the situation was not good. He relied on his natal essence to activate the brass round bowl and could not hold on for too long. Even if the disordered spiritual power in his body recovered, he still could not withstand this consumption.

The Nascent Soul Stages around were still watching. Seeing the huge golden dragon showing its power, everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that the late Nascent Soul Stage is really terrifying.

Zhou Long was in a critical situation. He saw a group of Nascent Soul cultivators from the Zhou family still watching with relish. He was so angry that his face turned pale and asthma was about to break out.

"Fuck, this ancestor is about to be beaten to death. Are you still in the mood to watch the show? Why don't you come and save me!"

Now that things have come to this, Zhou Long dared not show off anymore and shouted for help, with a hint of anger mixed in the roar.

The monks of the Zhou family's Nascent Soul stage realized that they almost regarded this battle as a duel and forgot that the current situation was one-sided.

"Everyone come together to protect the ancestor!"

"Together, kill this foreign monk!"

Several elders of the Zhou family yelled, and more than a dozen Yuanying cultivators from the Zhou family sacrificed magic weapons and rushed towards Shen Lang.

"roar!"

The golden-horned dragon roared, and the sword-like dragon tail suddenly swung, and a golden blade storm surrounded the dragon scales, directly splitting the two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators rushing in front into minced meat.

"hiss!"

This move made the Zhou family's Nascent Soul-stage monk who was supporting him so much that he was so scared that he took a deep breath. This person's strength was too terrible.

"Idiot, don't fight him in close combat! This person's transformation technique is extremely irresistible. After he becomes a dragon, his body is extremely powerful!" Zhou Long shouted while holding on.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Zhou family's Nascent Soul cultivator was so scared that he dared not approach the golden dragon hovering in the sky, so he had to launch an attack from a distance.

The golden-horned dragon's body was surrounded by a dense golden blade storm. The attacks of these Zhou family monks could not break Shen Lang's defense for the time being.

In order to relieve Shen Lang's pressure, Murong Mingyue took action, sacrificed Bingpo Mountain, and smashed it towards the Zhou family's Nascent Soul Stage monk.

Xiaorou was not willing to be outdone, and flew out of Shen Lang's spiritual beast bag and joined the battle.
Chapter completed!