I lived two hundred years

Chapter 109
There are not many spells for traveling through space. Because of their practicality, many people have studied them and expanded them accordingly.

However, it is very rare to apply the spell of traveling through space to the magic weapon.

Because space is a very fragile and dangerous thing, and when used, it requires very precise manipulation.

Static operations such as creating folding space and blocking time and space are fine, but traveling through space is a real-time moving process.

This requires very fine force control.

The evil correction in the cave is in an isolated state, which has a great impact on fine control.

Therefore, this power control does not come from the practitioner, but the magic weapon itself.

Then the magic weapon is required to have extremely detailed control settings.

It is not easy to do this.

It takes a hundred times more energy to refine the magic weapon, but the result may not be successful.

Unless it is a weapon master who has strong confidence in his own refining skills, no one is willing to try it.

This has also led to very few such instruments.

I didn't expect Shen Lang to meet here today.

but……

"What's the use of being fast? Toughness is the real skill."

Shen Lang grinned, and without dodging or avoiding, he took the initiative to lean forward and knocked his forehead on the black jade sword.

There was a toothache creaking sound.

The ink jade sword with the ability to travel through space was knocked away by Shen Lang's forehead.

Deng Lihua could even vaguely see that fine cracks had appeared on the black jade sword.

"How can a human's head be harder than a flying sword? It's impossible! What kind of monster are you?"

The evil cultivator in the cave was so shocked that he almost opened his eyes and stood up from the ground.

But he still endured it.

Shen Lang didn't intend to let him continue to endure it.

"Monster? You are the monster, right? Using spiritual energy, spiritual energy, and evil energy to refine yourself into a zombie body, is this trying to pretend to be a corpse tribe, or is it a mixed corpse pie?"

"You actually found it!"

The evil cultivator in the cave suddenly yelled, jumped up suddenly, like a lightning bolt, came to Shen Lang, and punched him down.

Following his movements, the evil energy surrounding his body gathered rapidly, condensing into a giant pillar above his head, which crashed down with boundless power.

"Suppressing Prison Sky Pillar! The Suppressing Prison Sect is a direct lineage. You are so blatant, aren't you afraid of being seen?"

Shen Lang propped up the sky with one palm, and hard-pressed the giant pillar of Optimus.

Seeing this, the evil cultivator in the cave sneered.

How can it be so simple that the prison-suppressing Tianzhu is the direct successor of the prison-suppressing gate?
"Suppressing prison Tianzhu, ten times the gravity! Turn it into a meatloaf. Scum."

A series of runes emerged from the giant pillar of Optimus, emitting a series of brilliance, forming an oval halo around Shen Lang, covering Shen Lang in it.

In an instant, the huge pressure was on him, and the ground under Shen Lang's feet was cracked inch by inch, as if the whole hill would be crushed.

"It's still the same, so there's nothing new?"

Shen Lang was not as the evil cultivator in the cave imagined, he was crushed like a bug in pain.

At this time, there was a layer of faint fluorescence on his body.

Where the fluorescence is, the ten times the gravity brought by the prison-suppressing Tianzhu seems to be non-existent, and it has not affected him at all.

"How is it possible? The prison-suppressing Tianzhu of my prison-suppressing gate is not an ordinary gravity technique. How could it be cracked?"

The evil cultivator in the cave looked like his three views had been shattered, unable to accept the reality.

"you guess."

Shen Lang sneered, exerted strength with his hands, and actually pressed against the prison-suppressing sky pillar like this, and lifted it up.

"What are you going to do?"

The evil cultivator in the cave fell into shock, and his reaction was a beat slower.

"Back to you."

Shen Lang's movements were unambiguous at all, with a turn of his hands, he took the prison-suppressing sky pillar and threw it at the evil cultivator in the cave.

"Idiot. How could my own spells work on me?"

The evil cultivator in the cave finally came back to his senses, laughed wildly, and stretched out his hand to slap the prison-suppressing pillar.

Seeing this, Shen Lang's smile became brighter.

The moment the evil cultivator's palm in the cave touched the Prison-Suppressing Sky Pillar, Shen Lang's hands holding the Optimus-Pillar burst out bursts of dragon-shaped energy, accompanied by bursts of dragon chant, on the Prison-Suppressing Sky Turned around on the pole.

Just such a turn, the shape of the prison-suppressing Tianzhu has undergone earth-shaking changes.

It was originally just a huge pillar of simplicity and simplicity, but now it is full of spiritual light, surrounded by hundreds of dragons, showing the aura of domineering.

Misfortune caused Xiao Qiang, turning into elbows and armpits.

The evil cultivator in the cave never expected such a thing to happen, and was hit head-on by the aura dragon pillar without noticing it for a while.

There was a loud bang, and the aura and evil energy entangled, bursting out bursts of dazzling brilliance like fireworks.

Deng Lihua was already some distance away, but she still felt the astonishing power, so she had to step back again and again to keep a safe distance.

When she was sure she was safe and looked at the scene, she saw a huge circular pit.

Facing the wind, Shen Lang just stood on the edge of the huge crater, unrestrained and unrestrained.

"finished?"

Deng Lihua couldn't help muttering to herself.

Being hit by such an attack, even a master like the evil cultivator in the cave might not be able to survive.

This is indeed the case, but Deng Lihua made a mistake.

The evil cultivator in the cave is no longer a human body at this time, but a zombie body.

The anti-strike ability of zombies is not comparable to that of humans.

Hearing a roar, a dusty figure flew out of the deep pit and landed opposite Shen Lang.

"How is it possible? With the blessing of dragon energy, the prison-suppressing dragon pillar. How do you know my secret technique of suppressing the prison gate?"

After the moment just now, the black evil aura on Xiexiu's body in the cave has long since dissipated, revealing his true face.

He has an ordinary appearance, which belongs to the face of passers-by, but he has a pair of narrow and thin eyes, which are dark and cold, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

It wasn't a flattering trait, but it made him instantly memorable.

"Zeng Feichen!"

Deng Lihua recognized him at a glance, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Only then did Zeng Feichen realize the existence of Deng Lihua, his eyes narrowed, revealing a fierce look.

"No matter what, if you discover my existence, you will all die! Let's start with you, a bastard! Let you see my current strength!"

As Zeng Feichen said, his body flashed, with waves of space fluctuations, he traveled through space, and appeared behind Deng Lihua, stabbing out with his finger, the originally short nails instantly became sharp and slender, extremely sharp.

"Did you forget that I'm here? There's no room for you to pretend here?"

A hand suddenly passed through the space passage behind Zeng Feichen, grabbed his head, and dragged him back along the original path.

He came like a demon god, but left like a dead dog.

Deng Lihua had just turned her head when she saw this scene. She had mixed feelings in her heart, and she didn't know whether to be surprised or happy.

"Bastard! I already have a zombie body. I'm so much stronger than before. How can I lose to a guy like you?"

Zeng Feichen was dragged back to the edge of the deep pit by Shen Lang, he still refused to let him go, and stabbed Shen Lang's chest with sharp claws like swords.

(End of this chapter)