"Master Coach, Aunt Muluan, Sister Linglong, Sister Lingyu, you are all right!"

After finishing the killing, Yan Lan suddenly stopped in front of Ling Yu and the others. The murderous aura that had been boiling just now suddenly dissipated, and he returned to the innocent young man he used to be.

Yan Muxiong looked at Yan Lan in disbelief. Both he and Yan Muluan were in the early stage of Yuanying. Among the more than ten monks just now, four were in the early stage of Yuanying, and several others were in the elixir stage.

At the pinnacle, such a difficult opponent was destroyed instantly by Yan Lan.

Yan Muxiong's mood was ups and downs. He originally thought that Yan Lan was strong, but only among his peers. He never expected that the young man he was coaching had already surpassed him in strength.

Yan Muluan looked at Yan Lan with joy. Somehow, when she saw this junior, her upset mood immediately calmed down for the most part.

Yan Linglong's bright eyes were fixed on Yan Lan, her eyes filled with smiles and gratitude, and there seemed to be a ray of other emotions that were hard to describe.

Ling Yu could not suppress her complicated emotions, and suddenly threw herself into Yan Lan's arms, sobbing loudly.

She originally thought she would never see Yan Lan again, but now, not only did she see him, but she could also enjoy his warm and comfortable embrace.

This was the first time that Ling Yu hugged Yan Lan so boldly and warmly, and had an unprecedented intimate contact. If possible, she really wanted to sink into this embrace forever and never wake up.

Yan Lan gently sniffed the girl's fragrance, slowly hugged her with both hands, patted her back gently, and whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

With a cry of relief, the girl's tears became even more wanton.

At this moment, dozens of enemy monks around witnessed Yan Lan's powerful killing power, and they all retreated tens of feet in unison, for fear of offending this god of death.

For a moment, no one dared to come within thirty feet of Yan Lan.

Yan Muxiong and others breathed a deep sigh of relief, but still looked around cautiously. Then they took out the elixir and swallowed it in one gulp, seizing the time to replenish their spiritual energy.

Hundreds of feet away, Pang He looked at Yan Lan quietly, his eyes narrowed, and a cold smile raised at the corner of his mouth.

"Whoosh!"

Pang He's body shot directly at Yan Lan. He was not like ordinary monks. Even if Yan Lan's strength was beyond the standard, there was still an insurmountable gap between him and Yan Lan. At this moment, Yan Lan had no experts to help him, so it was the best time to capture him.

"Lan'er, be careful!" Yan Muluan's expression suddenly changed and he shouted loudly.

Yan Lan gritted her teeth, pushed Ling Yu to Yan Muluan's side, and said urgently: "Look after Ling Yu for me."

After saying that, Yan Lan turned around and faced Pang He.

He had known for a long time that Pang He must have evil intentions towards him, so he always retained his soul power to guard against this cunning and cunning guy. As expected, Old Thief Pang couldn't help but take action.

With a thought, Nie You's puppet suddenly appeared.

Yan Lan threw the thunder sword to the puppet. Suddenly, the puppet's body was filled with huge thunder energy, releasing even more shocking fluctuations.

"Boom!" Pang He collided violently with the puppet.

Pang He stepped back three feet, and the puppet was shaken back forty or fifty feet before it stabilized.

The puppet's strength is in the infant transformation stage. Even with the blessing of the thunder sword, it is difficult to match Pang He who has cultivated in the distraction stage.

Pang He frowned and stared at the puppet. Suddenly his eyes narrowed and he recognized that the puppet was made from Nie You's body, and he concluded that it must have been made by the Sun family to help Yan Lan.

"Children of the Yan tribe, let's see who will help you today!" Pang He smiled evilly, holding a long knife, with death energy rolling around his body, and angrily came towards Yan Lan to kill him.

Yan Lan gritted her teeth and showed an angry look. His strength was too far behind Pang He's to challenge him, so he had to retreat sharply, and the puppet body faced him again.

"boom!"

The puppet's body was blasted out again, but not a single bit was destroyed, which shows how strong the puppet made from Nie You's body is.

Yan Lan's figure flashed, and her whole body was wrapped in thick golden superpowers, exuding a strong holy aura.

When Pang He saw this, he suddenly froze. This golden power was his nemesis of annihilating death energy. It also had the ability to dissipate other energies, which was extremely strange. He watched Yan Lan cautiously, for fear that Yan Lan would use it again.

What kind of secret move did he make that seriously damaged his vitality?

After all, Pang He came to destroy the Yan clan with a sure-footed mentality this time, and he did not allow himself to make any mistakes, otherwise he would be in vain to gain advantage over other clans.

"Old thief Pang, bullying a junior is nothing!"

At this moment, Yan Yaoji finished adjusting his breath briefly, and with a flash of his body, he flew to Yan Lan's side and angrily scolded Pang He.

Yan Lan's soul power was swept away, and he found that Yan Yaoji's spiritual power was still unstable, but it was suppressed by him, and his strength was probably only 40% of its usual strength.

Immediately, Yan Lan's mind moved, and the puppet body returned to his side. Having the puppet guarding his side was equivalent to another powerful self guarding the body, so that he would not feel too isolated and helpless in times of crisis.

Uneasy.

Pang He narrowed his eyes and saw two puppets in front of him. Although they were by no means his opponents, it was not easy for him to win. Especially Yan Lan, who not only possessed the power of Thunder Soul, but also had an even more mysterious golden power.

Yes, it makes him feel like he is catching a hedgehog with his bare hands.

Obviously the hedgehog was no match for him, but catching it with bare hands was quite tricky.

Yan Lan took out the Red Melting Sword and started running the Hongming Jue rapidly, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and replenishing the spiritual energy in his body.

At this moment, thousands of feet of fighting broke out around them, and monks fell from the sky one after another. It was unclear whether they were warriors of the Yan tribe or monks of the enemy tribe.

In the distant sky, the clan leaders or sect leaders of each clan stood in the air, watching the massacre in front of them expressionlessly. This was an overwhelming massacre, and they only had to wait and see what happened, without taking action personally.

The reason why Pang He took action personally was that the conflict between him and Yan Yaoji was too serious, and the resentment in his heart pushed him to kill Yan Yaoji with his own hands.

In fact, the deeper reason is that Pang He intended to take advantage of the chaos to kill Yan Lan, so as to obtain the ancient beasts and the Thunder God Sword.

After ten breaths of stalemate, Pang He finally lost his patience. With a thought, three more monks gathered beside him.

Yan Lan took a closer look and saw that one of the people who came was the eldest elder of the Pang family. He didn't recognize the other two, but judging from their aura, he was probably at the Nascent Soul stage.

Yan Lan's mind was filled with concentration. In this battle of genocide, he had no choice but to try his best. The rest had to be resigned to fate, because his strength was far from the heaven-defying realm.

"Oh, the old ghost of the Pang family has finally shown his true colors. We can't let the strange beasts and the thunder sword be snatched away by him!" Zhou Tianfeng's eyes flashed coldly, and he rushed straight towards Yan Lan, and several monks were collided by him.

Or it may be affected by the residual force and fall to the ground from mid-air.

At this moment, Zhou Tianfeng only had eyes for strange beasts and thunder swords, and he didn't care about the life and death of ordinary monks. As long as those fallen monks were not important figures in his Zhou family.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"..."

Zhou Tianfeng's actions had a chain effect, with Wangshi Zhenren, Ji Xiong, the head of the Ji family, Nangong Hongquan and other high-level officials all flying around Yanlan.

Yan Yaoji looked at the powerful men who were eyeing him with eagerness, sighed heavily, and turned his eyes to Yan Lan. He always believed that there must be a person with great supernatural powers behind Yan Lan, so he never despaired, because this was the only thing he could expect.

of miracles.

Yan Lan's eyes turned cold, and he glanced at the dozens of powerful enemy clans around him, his teeth clenching. He sensed Yan Yaoji's deeply expectant gaze, and sighed slightly in his heart. Others thought he had the power to reach heaven.

Who would have thought that he is just a fourteen-year-old boy.

Pang He glanced at the senior members of the family, knowing that it was already a delusion to monopolize Yan Lan's treasures. The fat flesh on his face trembled a few times, and he said with an evil smile: "Dear clan leaders and sect masters, this kid Yan Lan has an elusive ability.

Even I feel uneasy that he is alive, so to prevent accidents, we still work together to kill him before making a decision."

When Zhou Tianfeng, Ji Xiong and others heard this, they looked at each other, then nodded in unison: "Okay!"

Before the voice fell, everyone was furious, their spiritual power surged, and their eyes revealed a fierce light.

Suddenly, Yan Lan felt an unprecedented murderous intent pouring over her body, and even her breathing became heavy.

The expressions of the surrounding Yan clan people suddenly changed and they turned pale in horror. The combined fighting power of the eight clan leader-level figures was so powerful that they actually besieged Yan Lan together. No matter how powerful Yan Lan was, he would definitely die.
Chapter completed!