"Boom!"

The corpse bear didn't have time to dodge, and the right side of the face was hit by the giant ape's plush fist, making a loud muffled sound. Dust, literature, and literature

"Whew!" the bear screamed, several of his teeth shattered, and a large amount of green blood spilled from his mouth.

The golden haired giant ape was furious, and its huge fists rained down on the corpse bear.

In a few breaths, a large amount of blood gushed out of the mouth, nose and ears of the corpse bear, and it looked a little miserable.

The corpse bear is not a living creature, and it does not know what fear is, and it keeps screaming in its mouth, and fights with the giant ape like crazy.

Su Ruoxue also swept the formation on the side, and from time to time drew her sword and struck at the corpse bear.

Ten seconds later, under the domineering attack of the golden retriever giant ape, the corpse bear had been beaten so miserably that he couldn't get up.

The giant ape grabbed the bear's thick hind legs and smashed it around like a whip.

"Bang bang!"

The corpse bear repeatedly collided with the ground, a large amount of green blood splattered in all directions, and the ground was smashed into cracks.

Seeing that it was almost over, Shen Lang lifted his transformation, picked up the Shattered Tiange under his feet, and ran the True Yuan, and three crescent blue rays shot out.

Su Ruoxue also struck out a sword with all her might.

The two attacks hit the corpse bear's chest at the same time, and the blue-white light collided violently, and the explosion sound was loud, and the corpse bear's huge body flew more than ten meters away and fell to the ground with a bang.

The corpse bear was completely ravaged, with a scream of "whoop" coming out of its mouth, a white thing exploding from its chest, and white gas was overflowing from its body.

Shen Lang originally wanted to sacrifice Bai Qingshan to press over, but Su Ruoxue shouted to stop: "Shen Lang, it's okay! If you continue to fight, this thing will die." ”

"Oh. Shen Lang immediately stopped.

After speaking, Su Ruoxue cast a blood charm divine light, and a bloody light shot out from her eyes, completely beckoning the body of the corpse bear.

The corpse bear's massive body stopped moving, and a thick cloud of white gas was about to be pulled out by the blood light.

Shen Lang stretched out one hand, and the Soul Devouring Bottle appeared in his palm. Inject the true element into the bottle, and a white light comes out of the mouth of the bottle.

The mass of white qi in the corpse bear's body was pulled out at an accelerated pace, and the large mass of white qi soul devouring bottle was forcibly sucked away.

The soul power of this corpse bear is really strong enough, close to the soul power of a thousand Void Realm martial cultivators, and even equivalent to the power of half of the Nirvana powerhouse's primordial gods.

Shen Lang was overjoyed in his heart, he had spent a lot of True Yuan to transform once, and the amount of soul in the Soul Devouring Bottle had obviously increased a lot.

After the soul was absorbed by the Soul Eater Bottle, the corpse bear's huge body turned into ashes in an instant.

Su Ruoxue's face was pale, and she used her blood charm divine light with all her strength twice, and her body was also at its limit.

The main reason is that her cultivation is not enough, although the ability of the Blood Charm Divine Light is extremely amazing, it also needs to rely on the strength of the host itself.

"Shen Lang, we don't have much time, let's go quickly!" Su Ruoxue said to Shen Lang with a strong spirit.

Shen Lang nodded slightly, stepped forward and grabbed the woman's slender waist, hugged her, and moved forward quickly.

Su Ruoxue's face turned red, the two had many intimate actions, and she gradually lost her jerky, let the man hold her like this, closed her eyes and began to recover her luck.

After traveling at high speed for a few minutes, Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue left Devil's Cry Ridge smoothly and finally cleared the customs.

In other words, the level set up in this barbarian god palace is too difficult, and this is only the second level, and the difficulty is so perverted.

Shen Lang couldn't imagine how difficult the next level would be, but he had no choice but to hope that he could get some kind of big killing weapon in this Barbarian God Palace and deal with the two Nirvana monks outside.

There are only three percent of the four-color true yuan left in Shen Lang's body, and it is almost impossible to break through the next level with this state of decline.

Treasures will only appear in the Barbarian God Palace if they pass the third level, and if they can't pass the third level, everything will not be discussed.

Shen Lang had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Fortunately, the Soul Devouring Bottle in Devil Cry Mountain has absorbed a large number of souls, and the dry bone puppet should be able to come out to assist in the later levels.

Passing through the end of the Ghost Crying Ridge, a burst of white light flashed, and Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue were teleported out.

"Whoosh!"

Opening their eyes again, the place where the two of them came was a golden hall, the shape was extremely gorgeous and magnificent, and the surrounding space was extremely wide, equivalent to a large square, but it was not open-air, nearly tens of thousands of square meters.

In the center of the golden hall is a statue of a stout young man, standing proudly with a sword on his back, dressed in battle armor, wearing a cloak over his shoulders, holding a huge axe in his right hand and an ancient lamp on his left and right.

The whole statue is amazing, giving people a sense of solemnity and dignity, and it is impossible not to let people face it squarely.

"Could it be that this is a sculpture of a barbarian god?" Shen Lang said secretly in his heart.

I am afraid that the only thing enshrined in the Barbarian God Palace may be the Barbarian God.

Of course, the statue in the golden hall is not the point, the point is that in this hall, in addition to himself and Su Ruoxue, there are other people.

There were almost 200 monks sitting in the four corners of the main hall, meditating cross-legged to recover.

These people's bodies were surrounded by a golden light mask, and Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue were also covered in the light mask.

Shen Lang also found that this golden light shield was equivalent to a certain defensive formation, blocking the outside world, and the people outside had improved, but the people inside couldn't get out.

"The third level, fight! The level was officially opened a day later, and everyone in the hall fought, and the last ten people left behind were considered to have cleared the level. After customs clearance, there will be treasure flow. A heavy voice echoed in the ears of Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue.

"Fighting?" Shen Lang's eyes shrank, and he immediately understood the meaning of the third level.

No wonder the monks in the main hall were covered by the defensive formation.

This level is set very directly, and the monks who are meditating cross-legged around the hall at the moment should all be the ones who have passed the second level.

Now these monks are seizing the time to meditate, recovering from the injuries and consumption of the first or two levels they have passed, and preparing for the battle that will officially start a day later.

The third level is equivalent to giving all those who have cleared the level before a chance to breathe and regain their blood, so it seems fair.

It is also worth mentioning about the battle in this third level, the main hall here is equivalent to the phantom array, but the power of the monk can be fully exerted.

Limited by the power of the magical phantom array prohibition, the monk who dies in the battle will not die, but will be directly counted as a failure to break through and be teleported.

Shen Lang took out a tonic elixir from the storage ring, handed it to Su Ruoxue, and said, "Hurry up and recover." ”

Su Ruoxue let out a light "um" and didn't say much, she also understood the rules of this third level.

Shen Lang glanced at the monks in the main hall, there were about two hundred.

Shen Lang came to the main hall relatively late because he was in a coma and meditated for half an hour after clearing the first level.

I remember that the number of monks who entered the Barbarian God Palace should be tens of thousands, and by the third level, there were only more than 200 people left here, and the rest of the monks should have been eliminated by the first and second levels. This elimination rate is really outrageous.

More than 200 monks fought each other to determine the last ten, which was quite cruel. But fortunately, those who die in the fight do not really die.

Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue each swallowed a tonic pill and began to meditate and recover.