Godly Dragon Guard - Vol 3 Chapter 4759

When the fighting between the two was in full swing, the runes on the ground had absorbed the blood spilled by Shen Lang bit by bit, and a faint golden light appeared.

However, this insignificant scene did not attract the attention of Shen Lang and Wu Wenhua.

Shen Lang is not the opponent of Wu Culture at all. It is not so much fighting against Wu Culture as it is being beaten unilaterally by Wu Culture.

Wu Wenwen was so angry that he didn’t want to kill Shen Lang directly for a while, so he decided to let this kid suffer a good meal in order to vent his anger.

No matter what method Shen Lang resorted to, it would hardly hurt Wu Culture.

Even if the Shura torch can barely burn the skin and flesh of Wu Culture, the body’s recovery ability of Wu Culture is extremely against the sky, with golden light flowing all over the body, and the slight burns on the skin and flesh will instantly recover as before.

Shen Lang was also desperate, knowing that he could not be Wu Wenhua’s opponent, and if he continued to fight like this, his life would be ruined here, and he had to find a way to get out.

“Sura Faxiang!”

Shen Lang gritted his teeth and displayed the Shura Dharma image again, condensing a Demon God Dharma image burning with a raging flames behind him.

“go with!”

Under the control of Shen Lang, the demon **** Faxiang rose into the sky, carrying the earth-shaking black magic flame, and rushed towards Wu Wenhua in anger.

“Idiot, do you really think the same trick will work for me?”

Wu Wenhua sneered contemptuously, and a golden spear was condensed in his palm.

With a “shoo”, Wu Wenhua threw out the golden spear.

Between the sparks and flints, the spear that flew out collided with the demon god’s face.

“Boom!!!”

The explosion sounded like the sky and the earth cracked, the golden light and the black magic flame raged and intertwined, and the terrifying energy fluctuation suddenly swept the entire mountain top.

Naturally, Shen Lang’s goal was not to hurt Wu Culture. He knew that was also unrealistic. His real goal was to create opportunities and get himself out.

“Blood shadow magic!”

At the moment when the demon god’s magic phase burst, Shen Lang turned into a blood shadow and swept toward the edge of the cliff at the fastest speed, preparing to jump off the Canglong Mountain.

Shen Lang thought very clearly, since he is not Wu Wenhua’s opponent and there is no hope of winning, he can only run away.

Unfortunately, his wishful thinking has long been guessed by Wu Wenhua.

“Boy, you are so naive to think that the general can’t guess your tricks!”

Wu Wenhua’s disdainful laughter came from the explosion.

At the moment when Shen Lang was about to approach the cliff, Wu Wenwen made a seal on his hands and shouted loudly, “The seal of the dragon!”

Accompanied by a scream of shouts, countless golden runes poured out from the seals formed at the fingertips of Wu Culture, and a large number of golden runes were condensed into one body, turning into a golden chain of spiritual power.

The chain caught up with Shen Lang with lightning speed, and twisted Shen Lang’s blood shadow in the form of electric light and flint.

“Oops!”

Shen Lang’s face changed drastically, his right hand immediately turned into a giant **** claw, and he slashed towards the chain that bound his body.

With a violent “boom”, the blood shadow giant claws burst into shocking blood and light energy after hitting the chain, only a slight gap was struck in the chain, and the gap was instantly filled by the golden runes surging on the surface of the chain. repair.

Wu Wenhua grabbed the other end of the chain and pulled it forcefully.

Shen Lang, who was only a few steps away from the cliff, was dragged back by the chain of Wu Culture.

“It’s over!”

At this time, Shen Lang was really shocked. He struggled hard, trying to break free from the shackles of this golden chain.

But no matter how he struggled to change the state and form of the blood shadow, he could not break free from the **** of this golden chain, and he didn’t know what kind of energy the strange spiritual chain was made of.

“Boy, don’t waste your efforts. Even Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian may not be able to break free from the shackles of this dragon seal in a short while, let alone you, the little Daluo Jinxian.”

Wu Wenwen sneered, and saw that his body was shining with golden light, and a large number of golden silk threads like thin feathers appeared on the surface of his body.

“The silk of the law!”

Shen Lang’s pupils dilated, and the energy of the golden chain of spiritual power that bound him originally came from the thread of law in Wu Culture. No wonder it has such a powerful binding force!

Looking intently, there are thirty-nine threads of law in Wu Culture!

Although not as many as Huang Feihu, it is not less.

Shen Lang’s face was earthy, and this time he fell into the hands of Wu Wenhua.

Wu Wenwen returned to his normal body shape. This time he was not polite. A golden spear condensed in his palm again, and it pierced Shen Lang’s chest straightforwardly.