This time she did not act like a demon again, and the so-called "black lotus protecting the way" failed to save her soul.

It's a pity that Hu Jiao is too weak, and the "nutrition" is not rich enough to enable Mu Qingxue to condense another great mystical orifice.

Then Mu Qingxue turned her attention to the black-dressed concubine hanging on the right side of the Iron Throne.

"You want to use me as a whetstone?"

The princess in black dress giggled:

"I am not a low-grade concubine like Sister Hu Jiao who was created through rituals. I am a high-grade concubine who has served the Holy Lord for many years and is deeply favored and trusted by the Holy Lord.

"According to the hierarchy of concubines in the Emperor of Chu's harem, Sister Hu Jiao is not even a 'concubine', but she is a serious 'concubine'.

"Sister, you are indeed very powerful, but no matter how powerful you are, you are just a warrior. With your martial arts cultivation of only the third level, even one on one, you cannot destroy my soul."

Mu Qingxue snorted coldly:

"Whether it will succeed or not, you will have to fight it to know."

Then he looked at Shen Lang:

"Let her down."

Shen Lang glanced sideways at the little spider on his shoulder and whispered:

"If we let this woman go, will we attract the Black Lotus Saint?"

Check, check, check!

The little spider rubbed its claws with its forelimbs, not saying yes or no, but just showing off its power.

Then, before Shen Lang could give the order, the black-dressed Tianfei hanging on the chain next to her disappeared out of thin air. The next moment, she appeared on the ring, only ten feet away from Mu Qingxue.

"..."

Shen Lang was speechless, looking at the little spider that didn't obey orders at all, and had a headache on how to "tame" this bad goblin who was too unruly and had its own way of doing things.

At this time, Mu Qingxue on the stage had already launched an attack without hesitation, but as soon as he started charging, he hit a translucent wall with a loud bang.

It was the defensive spell that the black-dressed Concubine had used in the tunnel before, forcing Shen Lang and others to retreat through the bronze door.

But before, she used this spell to block Mu Qingxue's temper, but now, Mu Qingxue slammed her head against the translucent wall, causing it to shake.

Then he punched out again, and with a bang, the wall exploded.

The concubine in black dress chuckled:

"Yes, my strength has indeed improved a lot, but it's not enough."

While speaking, Mu Qingxue made another bang and hit a translucent wall.

However, the black-dressed concubine had already deployed several layers of defensive spells in a single thought.

This is the difficulty of Gaopin Faye.

The warriors fighting against the Master were struggling to move forward, even as if they were stuck in a quagmire, unable to move even an inch.

But since Mu Qingxue wanted to use her as a whetstone, he was not afraid of any difficulties. He scolded, blasted the wall with another punch, and continued to charge forward.

But when she blasted away several defensive spells in one breath, rushed to the black-dressed Concubine, and punched her in the face, the black-dressed Concubine disappeared into smoke and reappeared at the edge of the ring in the next moment.

Mu Qingxue was about to rush over, but when she stepped on the ground and exerted her strength, her whole foot sank. When she lowered her head and looked down, she saw that the ground of the arena under her feet had turned into a black swamp, with bubbles constantly popping up and decaying substances escaping from it.

Corpse-like stench.

Even though Mu Qingxue held her breath immediately, she still smelled a stench, and her head suddenly felt dizzy.

At the moment when she was dizzy, the black mire exuded a powerful suction force, as if there were countless invisible hands, tightly grasping her feet, trying to pull her into the depths of the mire.

Mu Qingxue snorted coldly, her zhenqi surged, and her mind instantly returned to clarity. Then she exploded with zhenqi under her feet, causing the mud under her feet to splash, dissipating the invisible suction force. She was about to fly into the air, in the mud.

Suddenly, a giant bronze hand covered with mottled patina was stretched out, its fingers spread out, and it grabbed Mu Qingxue.

The size of this giant hand is enough to hold Mu Qingxue's entire body in the palm of his hand. Whether it can be crushed depends on its strength.

However, Mu Qingxue had no intention of trying the strength of this giant hand. She directly made a fist seal with her hand and raised it high above her head like a sledgehammer. Then she smashed it down with a bang. With a bang, the giant hand exploded and turned into copper all over the sky.

The powder flew out in all directions.

But soon, the scattered copper powder gathered together and turned into a giant bronze hand again. Immediately afterwards, eight giant bronze hands flew out of the swamp, grabbing Mu Qingxue from all directions.

"This spell is a bit like a powerful grapple..."

Shen Lang frowned and looked at Mu Qingxue, who was fighting against the poison and suction force constantly emitted by the swamp under his feet, while dealing with the siege of nine big bronze hands, and thought to himself:

"The Holy Lord Black Lotus is a great cultivator of Buddhism. It is not surprising that his 'Heavenly Concubine' knows Buddhist magic. However, this magic seems to have mutated... It is many times more powerful than the powerful grappler."

The powerful grappling hand is only a ninth-grade spell. Even if it is cast by a fourth-grade monk, it cannot withstand a strike from the air by a third-grade warrior.

However, Mu Qingxue had to hit hard with his fists to defeat these giant bronze hands released by the black-dressed concubine. The real energy from the air could not defeat them at all.

Not only that, the giant bronze hand that was completely destroyed was able to reunite quickly and continue to join the battle.

Shen Lang counted carefully. Mu Qingxue stared at a giant bronze hand and blew it to pieces seven times before it recovered again.

Although on the surface, these giant bronze hands seem to be incapable of hitting Mu Qingxue, but one hand has to hit seven times, and the nine giant bronze hands have to continuously dodge and resist their attacks while destroying them.

Sixty-three times.

The mental effort, physical strength, and energy consumed during this process will definitely not be easy even for a third-grade warrior.

"Dharma cultivation is difficult! Especially this black-dressed concubine, who also possesses the evil and mysterious skills bestowed by the Black Lotus Saint... It will probably be very difficult for Mu Qingxue to win.

"The key is to be patient and fight with the magic. This feeling of being entangled with various spells all the way, unable to stand up to the master for a long time, and unable to move with strength and nowhere to do anything, will really drive people crazy. Once you get impatient and rush forward, your flaws will be exposed.

, that would be dangerous..."

Shen Lang is also a Dharma cultivator himself. When he was fighting with the Seven Spider Sisters, he used spells to torture people to the point of mental collapse, so he could understand the difficulties of Dharma Cultivation.

If Mu Qingxue uses the black-dressed princess as a whetstone, it will definitely be a hard battle like wading through a mire with a heavy load.

But all Shen Lang can do is prepare the stage for her.

as well as……

On Shen Lang's shoulder, the little spider who was watching the competition in the ring with great interest suddenly raised his upper body and looked up at the sky above the ring, which was densely covered with thick ink clouds.

Above the sky, at some point, a pair of dark eyes appeared.

Those eyes were indifferent, cold, and unfathomable, like a pair of "black holes" that swallowed everything. At the first sight, one's heart seemed to be taken away by them and merged into the "black holes."

The complete demise of a heavenly concubine triggered a certain existence, causing her to follow the cause and effect and gaze at this dreamland.

Under the gaze of both eyes.

The concubine in black skirt will be completely invincible, and she will become stronger as she fights, possessing inexhaustible spells and inexhaustible spiritual power - this is how it should be.

Unfortunately, this place is now the home of the Great Demon King.

Shen Lang held the sword in both hands, stood up slowly, and looked up at the sky.

As he stood up and raised his head, a thousand-meter-long tower suddenly rose from behind the Iron Throne, as if it had come out in response to his summons.

Then the top of the giant tower burst into flames, turning into a huge flaming eye [same style as Sauron].

The long, narrow, vertical, flaming giant eyes swung around, then suddenly stared at the pair of indifferent and cold black eyes above the clouds.

Well, Shen Lang is not capable of such tricks.

These special effects were all created by Little Spider.

It is the master of dream weaving and the master of dream demons. In dreams, it can do whatever it wants.

Moreover, the special effects it is weaving at this moment are really not just a show.

That big eyeball, supported by its powerful dream demon power, has real power!

Boom!

When the blazing red flames above Shen Lang's head, Sauron's huge eyes of the same style looked at the pair of dark eyes in the clouds.

The entire dream space was shaken by it.

Mu Qingxue in the ring naturally noticed this scene.

And the terrifying image of Shen Lang wearing ferocious black armor, standing on the Iron Throne, holding a sword in both hands, looking up at the sky, with a giant tower reaching the sky behind him and a flaming eye on the top of the tower, made her tremble all over, and a thought suddenly came to her mind:

Shen Lang...which demon king came to this world?
Chapter completed!