"Tsk!"

Shen Lang smacked his lips. It seemed that an attack of this level could not cause much damage to the body of Drought Demon Sky Corpse.

Wu Zang was even more frightened and angry. This stupid boy who appeared out of nowhere was actually able to injure his Drought Demon Sky Corpse!

Unlike other puppets, the Drought Demon Sky Corpse is powerful, but once it is refined and formed, its physical body will be difficult to repair. Even the seemingly slight claw marks will probably take Uzang more than ten years to repair.

Shen Lang used all his strength to use the Heavenly Demon Blood Claw to circle back and forth, and soon left a large number of claw marks on the three Drought Demon Heavenly Corpses.

"roar!!!"

The three Drought Demon Heavenly Corpses could not keep up with Shen Lang's speed, and roared furiously, becoming even more irritable.

The Drought Demon Sky Corpse is not the kind of puppet zombie that will completely obey its master. Once angered, it will go berserk and difficult to control.

"Three idiots, please don't fight this guy in close combat!"

Wu Zangqi's face turned livid, and three thick blood-colored chains flew out of his right sleeve, quickly connecting to the back and spine of Drought Demon Sky Corpse.

Wu Zang conveyed his spiritual thoughts into the spiritual power chain, forcibly suppressing the violent emotions of the three Drought Demon Sky Corpses, and was able to control the actions of the Drought Demon Sky Corpses in more detail.

The three Drought Demon Heavenly Corpses stopped chopping and spit out large amounts of blood-colored corpse fire, sweeping towards Shen Lang.

"Be careful, this is the poisonous fire of the heavenly corpse. Just a trace of it will cause the body to collapse!" Bai Weiwei, who was not far away, shouted loudly, trying to remind Shen Lang.

"The devil's gale! The devil's yin fire!"

Shen Lang was not afraid at all, a black flame tornado rolled up around him, and he met the bloody corpse fire head on.

"Boom boom boom!"

The violent roars and explosions were heard endlessly, and the two Earth Immortal Techniques that Shen Lang shot out in one breath barely withstood most of the poisonous fire from the three Drought Demon Heavenly Corpses.

There was also a small part of the corpse fire that could not be resisted and hit Shen Lang's body head-on, but it was all defused by the golden runes pouring out of the surface of the nine-turn golden body.

"What kind of magical power is this that can actually defend against the poisonous fire of Drought Demon Sky Corpse?"

Wu Zang's color suddenly changed, and he was extremely shocked.

"Haha, did you think I would tell you?"

Shen Lang sneered, and instantly fired a Guishui Yin Thunder, and a violent wave of black thunder and lightning suddenly surged out from behind. The huge amount of black thunder and lightning condensed into a dozen black thunder dragons with a body length of several kilometers.

To capture the thief, capture the king first!

"roar!"

More than a dozen black thunder dragons bared their teeth and claws, and simultaneously devoured Uzang himself.

Wu Zang's mind was in a state of shock. He had just consumed a large amount of his life energy to unleash his ultimate move, and his body was so depleted that it was difficult to muster up powerful magical powers to counterattack.

In desperation, Wu Zang quickly tightened the spiritual chain, summoned the three Drought Demon Sky Corpses, and protected them around him.

The three Drought Demon Celestial Corpses opened their mouths at the same time and spat out a large amount of blood-colored fireballs condensed from the poisonous fire of the Celestial Corpses. They shot towards the incoming black thunder dragon like cannonballs.

“Dong dong dong!!!”

All kinds of deafening explosions were like thunderbolts in the clear sky, and a large amount of corpse fire and Guishui Yin thunder intertwined with each other.

In fact, the magical power of the Drought Demon Celestial Corpse itself is not that powerful compared to monks in the same realm. It relies on the terrifying curse ability of the Poison Fire of the Celestial Corpse.

The poisonous fire is so overbearing that even human and immortal monks dare not touch it.

However, Shen Lang's nine-turn golden body can resist this degree of curse power, so when the Han Demon Sky Corpse encounters Shen Lang, it can be regarded as meeting its nemesis.

Wu Zang, who was firmly protected in the center by three Drought Demon Sky Corpses, also tried his best to open the defensive barrier and withstand the impact of the black thunder and lightning.

After all, the opponent is a monk at the peak of human immortality. It is not easy for Shen Lang to hurt Wu Zang.

"Ignorant child, do you think this little trick can really make me suffer? How ridiculous! Since you are looking for death, I will help you!"

Uzang was too lazy to play any more, so he used the blood-colored vase again and injected chaotic spiritual power into the vase.

Hundreds more ghosts flew out of the mouth of the bottle, and all the ghosts flew into the mouths of ten Drought Demon Sky Corpses.
Chapter completed!