Chapter 934 Poison Thunder Hand

"How should he respond?"

Many people looked at Lin Lang. Even the turtle-backed old man felt a little curious in his heart. Facing monks who practiced the Dao of Summoning, brutal fighting would not work.

We can only think of ways to break the situation.

However, Su Li had already cultivated the Dao of Summoning out of Taoism, and there was no way to start with the ordinary Dao, unless it was the Dao of the same level with restraint effect.

"Everything is natural."

When Lin Lang waved his hand, everyone felt that the starry sky was spinning, and the surroundings seemed to be isolated, and they couldn't help feeling that everything was dust.

When Lin Lang stepped into the void, everything around him was eclipsed. As he walked, he was completely natural, perfectly blending into the heaven and the earth.

Amazingly.

Those ancient soldiers and horse generals who came from the ancient times stopped all their movements at the same time, and stood sluggishly on the starry sky arena.

"what happened?"

Su Li also frowned, and naturally realized that the connection between himself and the general had been completely cut off.

Moreover, this happened so suddenly that he couldn't find the crux of the matter at all, and couldn't do anything about it.

have no choice.

He also had no choice but to display more subtleties of Summoning Dao, trying to break the situation.

However, at this moment.

Lin Lang took another step forward, dodging his feet heavily.

"Let it be natural."

boom!

An inexplicable natural force swayed out, and all the soldiers, like the spring sun blowing snow, turned into star dots all over the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared between the sky and the earth.

Su Li's summoning technique was easily deciphered by Lin Lang. After all, he is the Son of Heaven's Chosen, with countless cards in his body, so it is naturally impossible for him to admit defeat easily.

soon.

He sacrificed a copper bell with a simple pattern, and with the other hand, he held a mallet and slammed it heavily on the copper bell.

Hong Zhong Da Lu's turbulent voice spread everywhere, and wherever it passed, it immediately aroused countless tides of spiritual power.

The young Immortal Emperor's eyes flickered, and he raised his hand to roll out a screen, enveloping his own true immortal disciples. The same is true for the turtle-backed old man.

With a flash of Lin Lang's figure, a natural field was condensed in front of him, wrapping himself in it, and also scattered the incoming sound waves.

"Don't be too happy, this is just a prelude!" Su Li sneered, the mallet in his hand kept falling, and sound waves poured out instantly.