After the young man in mask set up a defensive barrier for Shen Lang, he turned his hand to sing a shiny black spear and turned around and walked slowly towards the evil monk.

The evil monk was stunned for a moment, suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and his face suddenly became extremely gloomy: "Wuying, what do you want to do?"

The young man in mask approached the head of the evil monk on the ground step by step, his white hair was windless, and his whole body exuded a violent and cold aura, and suddenly poured the chaotic spiritual power in his body into the black spear in his hand.

In an instant, the pitch-black spear burst out with a shocking black lightning, making a "crackling" thunder sound, filled with destructive energy like a destruction! The evil monk's heart skipped a beat, and was shocked and angry: "Wuying, you are my own disciple. I treat you well and help you break through to the late stage of Luotian. What do you mean today? Do you want to disobey me?"

"I am the chess piece in your hand, and I can abandon it at any time, so how can I say that I will disobey?"

The young man in mask made a faint sound, his voice was extremely cold, and the black spear in his hand was aimed at the head of the evil monk, and his murderous intent suddenly appeared.

The evil monk was shocked and shouted: "Wuying, don't do stupid things! As long as you honestly surrender to me, I will keep you and will be promoted to the realm of Daluo in the future, and you will be inferior to one person and above ten thousand people. Wouldn't it be great?"

The young man in mask was unmoved and continued to press forward step by step towards the evil monk.

The evil monk was extremely panicked. If it were normal, he would naturally not be afraid of his own disciples. In his eyes, the other party was just a humble slave. He had long been slapped with the blood curse technique and could be easily wiped out at will.

Now, his soul body was too severely injured by the fire-tip gun that Shen Lang had just hit, and his soul power was extremely weak, so he could hardly use any magical powers, and even the blood curse technique was difficult to use.

"Wuying, have you forgotten? I promised to come here before. After I leave this abyss of hell and practice to the Hunyuan realm, I will personally cast spells to find your beloved soul and let it be reborn!"

The evil monk was in a panic and had to try to stabilize his "personal disciple".

Speaking of this, the young man in mask stopped a little and said to himself: "In the past, I was bewitched by you because of your words, and I was slaved for many years, humiliated and humiliated, and degenerated myself.

Now, although you can't raise your head in front of your close friend, you can no longer continue to fall and sink!"

"It's ridiculous that I fell to this day because of your unfulfilled promise. It's really sad.

It is just a great opportunity for my best friend to destroy you, and it can be considered as redeeming some dignity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black spear in the masked young man carried endless black lightning, and with the momentum of piercing through the sky, he suddenly attacked the head of the evil monk on the ground.

"No!"

The evil monk's eyes were about to split and he tried to release the energy in the soul-damaging body, but because the soul body was severely damaged, the energy in his body was extremely disordered and could not be released in a very short time. His pupils continued to magnify, and he watched his head be hit by the pitch-black spear that attacked.

"Bang!!!"

The black spear hit the head of the evil monk. The bursting thunder made people temporarily deaf, and the terrifying black lightning rushed to all directions.

Shen Lang, bound by the dragon rope, leaned against the blood-colored barrier outside the chain to avoid the impact of the explosion.

Seeing the master-apprentice rebellion drama in front of him, Shen Lang was also a little confused. Because his soul was severely burned, his consciousness was already very unclear, and he thought he had seen hallucinations.

After one blow.

"ah!!!"

A scream that could pierce the eardrum came from the mouth of the evil monk. The head of the evil monk who was hit by the black spear bounced around like a ball in the palace of the Pluto, and finally rolled down to the feet of the young man in the mask.

The injured evil monk's head was covered with blood, and he seemed to be in a mess, but he was not fatally injured.

The masked young man's expression was not surprising, and he also knew that this level of attack could not be completely killed by the evil monk.

But the evil monk's state is at its last moment, and the young man in the mask doesn't think he can last for long.

The young man in mask stepped on the evil monk's bloody face, raised the black spear in his hand, and stabbed straight into the eyebrows of the evil monk's head.

"Boom!!!"

Another harsh explosion sounded, and the black lightning surged from the tip of the spear swallowed and submerged the evil monk's head like a rushing waterfall.

"ah!"

The evil monk let out a shrill scream, his soul was hidden in the middle of his eyebrows. The young man in mask grabbed his weakness and attacked his eyebrows.

Suddenly, a black spear pierced a blood hole the size of a fingertip in the evil monk's eyebrows.

"Tsk!"

The young man in mask smacked his lips. Although the evil monk only retained his soul body, his head was made of the skull of the ancient monster sealed in the Black Domain Mountain and was extremely hard.

It was very difficult to destroy his head.

Fortunately, difficulties do not mean that it is impossible to achieve them. The young man in the mask is still confident that he can kill this evil monk, but it only takes some time.

Even if the evil monk's head is hard, it will definitely not be able to withstand the endless attack! The young man in the mask repeatedly urged the black spear in his hand, stabbing straight towards the evil monk's head again and again. Each time, accompanied by the sound of bursting lightning, the terrifying destructive force bombarded the evil monk's face.

After dozens of breaths, the evil monk's original handsome cheeks had become riddled with holes and blood holes, which was terrible! The evil monk who suffered a huge disaster was completely in a state of madness. The anger in his heart had reached its peak, and he roared like crazy: "Wuying, you, a foul disciple, want to kill me?"

It depends on whether you have the ability!"

The evil monk knew that he would die if he continued like this. In a rage, he simply sacrificed his life and burned his soul. Endless blood-colored lights surged out of his bloody mouth, nose and ears, and rushed towards the young man in mask.

The young man in masked felt the huge threat quickly turned the black spear with his right hand, and tried his best to inject chaotic spiritual power into the spear, causing the spear to release black lightning like a rush to resist the blood light that rushed towards him.

While defending with all his strength, the young masked man freed up his left hand and did not hesitate to shoot out a large amount of soul power, turning into a magic circle shaped like a vortex of black holes, resisting the blood light energy released by the evil monk.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The violent roar lasted for dozens of breaths. The young man in mask used all his strength, and at least it was difficult to resist the magical powers released by the evil monk's burning soul.
Chapter completed!