In the Buchu Mountains, Yan Lan looked at the sudden change in the expression of the Bucu Mountain Man. His heart tightened and he asked anxiously: "Sister Bucu, what happened?"

The man from the Uncursed Mountains frowned, and with a solemn look on his face, he said seriously: "Brother Xiaolan, no matter what happens, you must stay here and never leave the Uncursed Mountains!"

Yan Lan's pupils tightened and she asked: "Why?"

The man from the Uncursed Mountain narrowed his eyes slightly and said seriously: "Because, once you leave the Uncursed Mountain Range, your life will be at risk."

"Sister, what do you mean? Could it be that...have those forces already taken action against my people?" Yan Lan's eyes began to flash with anxiety and anger.

The Bujushanren hesitated for a moment, sighed, and nodded.

Yan Lan's heart immediately felt like a huge stone falling, his soul was shaken, and he was stunned and speechless. After a moment, his face became angry, and his eyes were filled with cold light.

"No, I want to go out. I want to fight side by side with my tribe. Sister, if you don't help me, I don't blame you, but you must let me out. I can't let my tribe be slaughtered while I am like a turtle with my head shrinking."

, huddle here, just protecting yourself!" Yan Lan tried her best to suppress the anxiety in her heart and said tremblingly.

The mountain man's towering chest rose and fell a few times, and he said in a deep voice: "Xiaolan, you have great potential and your strength is certainly not weak, but with your own strength, being involved in this battle is like a moth flying into a flame.

, there is no return. Those forces have devoted half of their clan's strength to deal with your clan. Even if all the monks here rush to help, it will be of no avail. The power gathered by more than ten major forces is enough to collapse half of the sky.

, it cannot be resisted by one person at all.”

Yan Lan stamped her feet and said impatiently: "My clan is destroyed, and what is the point of leaving me alone in the world? If I can fight side by side with my clansmen and share the glory and humiliation, it is worth dying. Sister, please let me out."

Yan Lan's words are resounding and extremely strong.

The Bucursing Mountain Man shook his head and said: "Silly boy, if you don't go back, the family will be destroyed; if you go back, the family will still be destroyed. What's the point of making unnecessary sacrifices? If you don't even exist in the world, then the family blood feud will be over.

Who will retaliate? Those executioners who are stained with the blood of your people will live in freedom, who will punish them? The cycle of life and death, the ups and downs, God's will, my sister will not allow you to go."

After saying this, the Bucursing Mountain Man sighed: "Just look at how powerful your enemy is. If you go, it will be like a firefly's light hitting the sun, and you will be destroyed in an instant."

With a wave of his jade hand, the Bucursing Mountain Man showed up in mid-air overlooking the Yan Clan.

Yan Lan raised his head and tightened his eyes. At this time, the leaders of the various clans were speaking harsh words to the Yan clan. Those voices were also transmitted. It was a good thing that he didn't listen. After hearing it, he gasped heavily and became furious.

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"Pang family, Shengfenzong, Ji family, Zhou clan... Haha, okay, very good... Sister, please let me out. If I can't return to the family today, our friendship will be severed, and you will be blamed for the annihilation of the clan.

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Yan Lan laughed wildly, her eyes filled with furious hatred.

The coercion of the enemy clan has begun to erode his sanity, and his bottom line of composure is slowly breaking. The spiritual power mixed with anger surges around him, tearing his bun apart, and suddenly his long hair is dancing wildly, and his face is ferocious.

, like an evil god.

The Bucurse Mountain Man clenched his teeth and said in his heart: "Angry, Yan Lan, the sky-shaking rage will stimulate your infinite potential. One day, you will become the Supreme of Tianlu, sweep across Tianlu, and even imprison Tianlu.

All the strong men in the outside world will be annihilated under your power. You will surely be free in the world, and countless strong men will surrender to you."

With a slight smile on her lips, Fushu Shanren released her enchanting charm. She stared at the devil-like Yan Lan and said solemnly: "Brother Xiaolan, since you have made up your mind, my sister will not stop you.

You and I are destined, and I should help you. This time the opponent is strong, and I don’t want to make unnecessary sacrifices. Although I am trapped in the Fumu Mountains, I have no intention of killing them, and I don’t want to give them away.

They died in vain. Therefore, my sister only asked the monks in the infant transformation stage to accompany me and help you as much as I can. I hope my brother can understand where I am powerless."

Hearing that the Bucurus Mountain Man wanted to help, Yan Lan calmed down his anger a little, stared at the mirror image projected in the air, and said solemnly: "Thank you for your help, sister. For the kindness of my sister and everyone else today, if I, Yan Lan, survive the disaster, I will definitely do it in the future."

Repay him generously."

The Bucursing Mountain Man nodded and shouted to everyone: "Brothers who are above the infant transformation stage, please dare to help Yan Lan with your sister and give it a go."

"Haha, why don't you dare? I've been stuck here for a long time, and my hands have been itchy for a long time." An old man whose cultivation was in the early stages of distraction said with hot eyes.

"Let's go, let's go quickly. Those forces have begun to launch the final blow, and the Yan tribe's protective formation is about to collapse." Another middle-aged monk in the late stage of infant transformation said as he geared up.

They have been cultivating in the Uncursed Mountains for many years, and even the Buddha found it boring. Now seeing the hope of being able to get out, it is like a tiger trapped in a cage for a long time. When the tiger is released back to the mountain, it will definitely show off its talents, and the depression in the chest will be released.

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In the end, two monks in the distraction stage and five in the infant transformation stage stood up. There were also some monks, although their cultivation was qualified enough, but they saw that among the forces that besieged the Yan tribe, there were members of the clan to which they belonged.

, naturally it was hard to take action to kill his own forces, but he also couldn't stop the Fushu Mountain people from helping Yan Lan, so he had no choice but to shake his head and shrink into the crowd.

Fushu Shanren knew the inside story, so he didn't want to force it. He turned to Yan Lan, who was staring at the mirror in mid-air and said: "Brother, including me and Cursing Niu, there are a total of nine people here to help you. Even if it's normal,

, the nine of us are a powerful force, but it is different today. Among those forces, there are at least five or six old guys who are as powerful as me and the Curse Niu brothers. If they join forces and combine the strength of the nine of us,

I’m afraid it’s hard to escape bad luck.”

Curse Niu's face twitched a few times, and he waved his big fist and said: "Don't worry, great god, Old Niu will protect you, and no one can hurt you. If anyone is blind, Old Niu will definitely tear him into pieces, crush the Nascent Soul, and take the form of a god."

All destroyed."

Yan Lan clenched her fists, nodded, and said in a low voice: "I would like to thank you all for being able to help me. You just need to do your best, and if your life is in danger, you should be able to avoid it. I don't want my clan to be with me.

The hatred of the enemy clan spreads to my sister..."

Suddenly, Yan Lan stopped talking, clenched his fists fiercely, released all his spiritual power, and roared at the top of his lungs: "Go, I will kill all those bastards, and I will use their heads to erect a monument for the undead of my clan."

Because, at this moment, Yan Lan saw that the family's protective formation was broken, and thousands of monks from the enemy clan surged towards hundreds of clan members like ants.

The Bucursing Mountain Man immediately shouted: "Let's go!"

Before he finished speaking, the mountain man of Fushu waved his jade sleeves, and his whole body was instantly shrouded in black robes. Immediately, Yanlan and the others disappeared on the spot and teleported towards the direction of the Yan clan.

The teleportation target is pointed directly at the central area of ​​the Yan clan's domain.

"Buzz!"

Ten miles north of the Yan tribe, a circle of transparent ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and several figures immediately appeared.

"No, there are experts who are blocking her!" Shanren Fushu stared at the surroundings with vigilance. Anyone who could block her teleportation would have a very high level of cultivation.

Yan Lan was also shocked. He looked around, but found nothing. A shocking battle wave was coming from the direction of the family. He looked anxiously in the distance, unable to move even half a minute.

"Hahaha... If you don't curse the old ghost, oh, it should be a crazy curse. I wonder if you still remember me!"

Suddenly, Yan Lan heard a powerful and old voice, coming from all directions and hitting his soul hard. But with the sound, it actually made his soul in the middle stage of the fifth level vibrate, and he immediately screamed that something was wrong.
Chapter completed!