Seeing Nangong Wan''s ugly face, Shen Lang said with a headache: "they all said that this is not the Lord of the abyss, but just a soul thought of the Lord of the abyss. As for you..."


    "Plop, plop!"


    Four guys who just got up for a while fell down again.


    "You... You killed the soul of the abyss Lord, didn''t he stare at you?" Nangong Wan almost cried.


    It''s more serious than killing the pit lord!


    If you really destroy the Lord of the abyss, it''s all over.


    But if a soul thought is destroyed, will the Lord of the abyss let Shen wave go?


    Wang Wujing''s accomplishments outside can be called Zong as the ancestor, and even establish a small country.


    But in the dragon scale temple, in front of the terrible existence of the abyss Lord, Wang Wujing''s little Taoist practice is no different from mole ants!


    As long as the Lord of the abyss is in the dragon scale temple, no matter how many shenlang means and strength, it is not enough for the other party to kill!


    Isn''t it fatal to be targeted by such a role?


    How did the little ancestor get into such an unimaginable enemy everywhere?


    "Don''t be afraid, don''t be afraid. The abyss Lord who appears in front of us now is just a wisp of soul of the abyss Lord, and has been abandoned by Shi Shuzu. Don''t worry."


    Monk Bu se said, "shishuzu''s magic weapon is so powerful that I didn''t see how it disappeared. Moreover, there was no aura fluctuation at all. It''s really a little strange!"


    "By the way, when the devil appeared on cangxia mountain and wanted to attack him, he seemed to disappear suddenly for a moment and avoided the knife of the devil. Is it this thing?" "even the magic weapon that can contain living creatures should not work under the repression of the devil. It''s too strange!"


    "Shi Shuzu has so many secrets..."


    Just then, Shen Lang''s voice suddenly sounded: "what are you muttering about there? Do you want to stay in this channel for the rest of your life? Don''t go!"


    "Amitabha, the disciple will go right away!" the black monk ran wildly like burning his ass.


    At this time, deep in fengtianding, Shen Lang was looking up at the air.


    In the void, the huge virtual shadow of Zuo Wentian was as bright as dark, which seemed extremely unstable, and the breath was much weaker than before.


    It seems that the "asking heaven a knife" consumed him too much power.


    Unless you become a ghost and turn to the ghost way, even the "sword emperor" Zuo Wentian is very weak after losing his body, and the consumption of power is far more than when he has the body.


    But what we saw this time is far from what Shen Lang expected!


    Shen Lang''s accuracy in handling power may not be comparable even in the heyday of Zuo Wentian.


    Therefore, in his expectation, Zuo Wentian exhausted his strength and used "a knife to ask the sky". At this time, he should be weak to the extreme, weak to the point of sleeping.


    But now Zuo Wentian is really weak, but compared with previous times, he is still alive this time


    "Ask God, how do you feel?"


    Shen Lang looked uncertain and asked with a little doubt.