On the ground, many enemy monks looked up to the sky with lingering fear. Many of them were trembling and their eyes were filled with fear, for fear that they would be completely destroyed in the next moment.

Everyone in the Yan clan was shocked, their spirits were shaken, and they were as excited as the rest of their lives after a disaster.

The black elder of the Yan tribe stared at Yan Lan, and then shouted loudly: "Tribesmen, use our anger to burn all those who invade our tribe and kill them!"

The black elder jumped up and fought bravely into the enemy crowd. Suddenly, dust stirred up, blood spilled out, and miserable howls continued.

The morale of hundreds of Yan warriors was immediately shaken. They concentrated their main force and went straight to the gathering place of monks from a family. This unfortunate family was the Zhou clan.

Most of the monks of the Zhou clan were affected by the thundercloud whirlpool, and their morale was at a loss. When they encountered the Yan clan warriors who were as powerful as a rainbow, they were immediately defeated and scattered. Only a few monks with advanced cultivation remained stubbornly resisting.

Sun Laozhu also joined forces with the elders of the Yan clan and seven monks from the Fushu Mountains to fight against the strongest monks of the Zhou clan.

None of the other monks from the major forces came to help the Zhou clan, and even stayed away from them, for fear of accidentally angering the thunderous young man in the air.

At this moment, dozens of miles away, Bujushanren and the ancestors of the Zhou clan were in full fighting spirit, and Curse Niu and the ancestors of the Pang family were also fighting to the death, and they had no time to pay attention to the shocking power here.

Zhou Tianfeng lowered his head and saw that his family members were being slaughtered crazily. His pupils tightened and his eyes flashed fiercely. He turned his palm and used his most powerful magic weapon, the Soul-Captivating Ancient Bell.

The most powerful attack of the Soul-Capturing Ancient Bell is not to destroy the opponent's soul, but to absorb the opponent's soul out of thin air, which is extremely mysterious.

Yan Lan's keen soul power noticed that Zhou Tianfeng was holding an ancient bell. He had seen it before and learned from Yan Yaoji that this ancient bell was extremely powerful. He immediately gritted his teeth and preemptively struck, and the thunder cloud vortex shot out a bolt of thunder.

The light suddenly exploded towards Zhou Tianfeng.

Zhou Tianfeng's expression turned cold. He didn't see how he acted. He just slapped the clock with his hand, and a wave of bronze ripples visible to the naked eye spread out. The thunder seemed to hit the transparent cotton, flickered for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace.

Yan Lan's eyes flashed as ripples of bronze struck his soul, as if a hand full of powerful force was trying to tear his soul out of his body.

"The soul-stirring ancient clock is indeed weird, but I am not someone to be bullied!" Yan Lan urged the soul element to cling to the soul. The bronze ripples impacted the soul element, and all its power was absorbed by the soul element.

With a slight flicker of his mind, Yan Lan came to Qingming in an instant, smiled wildly, and said coldly: "Old thief Zhou, the legendary soul-catching ancient bell is nothing more than that. See how I slaughter all the people of your Zhou clan."

As soon as the sound fell, the whirlpool of thunderclouds rotated violently, thunder and lightning rolled, turning most of the sky into deep purple.

Zhou Tianfeng was shocked and said coldly: "Good boy, you are the first junior to survive under my ancient bell. Now that you are at the end of your strength, I see what else you can do!"

"Tsk!"

Nearly a hundred thunderbolts suddenly appeared in the sky. The thunderbolts gathered together and did not disperse, heading straight towards the earth to kill hundreds of monks from the Zhou clan.

"Uh-huh..."

Countless miserable howls suddenly sounded, and under the precise control of Yan Lan's soul power, the thunderbolt struck directly at the strongest monk of the Zhou clan. Among the nearly a hundred monks, more than 30% were killed in an instant, and more than 60% of the remaining monks were injured to varying degrees.

Yan Lan has reached the limit by borrowing the power of heaven and earth. It is really not easy to hurt the enemy like this.

When the other clan leaders saw this, they did not come to help. Instead, they took a few steps back. They were happy to watch the Zhou clan and the Yan clan fight fiercely. After all, no one likes to take advantage of others.

Zhou Tianfeng's eyes flashed red. The ancestor of the Zhou clan was involved in the Uncursed Mountain Man and was unable to come to the rescue. With his cultivation level, he was unable to receive nearly a hundred lightning beams. He could only watch Yan Lan kill his family.

monk.

"Little thief Yan, I swear to destroy you to death!"

Zhou Tianfeng gave a loud shout, put away the ancient soul-taking bell, took action with his golden sword, and started using the Burning Gold Soul Transformation Technique angrily.

Yan Lan looked at Zhou Tianfeng, who was boiling with murderous intent, shook his head and sighed. The whirlpool of thunder clouds in the sky had begun to disintegrate. Now he only had about 10% of the thunder soul power left, and could not even enter the Zen Heart Space.

"I'm sorry, my people, I've tried my best!" Yan Lan put away the Red Melting Sword and the puppet that had been drained of energy. Most of the power of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword was also consumed, so he also put it away.

At this moment, he was so tired, as if all his strength had been drained from his body, so he gave up resistance. With his ultimate potential, he had killed so many monks from the enemy clan. He had made a sure profit without losing anything, and it was worth dying in battle.

He stared at Ling Yu affectionately beside him, and he felt the urge to cry. At this time, he felt helpless like never before. He couldn't even protect the one he loved. What could make him more miserable than this?

despair.

"Farewell, Sister Ling Yu!" Zhou Tianfeng's sword light was getting closer and closer, Yan Lan closed his eyes, he couldn't bear to see Ling Yu's sad eyes.

Suddenly, Yan Lan felt a huge force and slammed herself to the ground. The force was extremely strong, but the lethality was very weak.

Then, he heard a huge roar, followed by a familiar groan, and a figure rushed past him, hitting the ground faster than him.

Yan Lan's eyes suddenly opened, and she found that Yan Yaoji's whole body was flashing with dark gold light, and he crashed onto the ground. Above his head, Zhou Tianfeng's face showed a ruthless expression, and the dark gold energy on the golden sword was steaming wildly.

"Xiao Lan, Clan Chief!" Ling Yu moved quickly and shot straight towards Yan Lan.

Everyone knows that Ling Yu is Yan Lan's most beloved person, so none of the eight patriarchs and sects have made a move on the little girl, because Ling Yu's combat power is almost negligible in front of them, and killing her is easy; the most important thing is, who would

If Ling Yu is moved, Yan Lan's angry flames will be stirred up again. If the thunder clouds released by the whirlpool of thunder clouds in the sky are gathered together and attack only one of the eight patriarchs, that person will be disabled even if he is not dead.

.

Back when they were in Xishan, some of them had experienced the power of the thunder tribulation.

"Master Patriarch, it was Master Patriarch who blocked that fatal blow for me. Master Patriarch was already seriously injured, and he suffered another blow..." Yan Lan didn't dare to think about it, and shot down instantly, knocking Yan Yaoji away from him.

He was picked up from the deep pit.

"Master Patriarch." Ling Yu also fell beside Yan Lan, looking at the embarrassed Yan Yaoji with tears in her eyes.

"Lord Patriarch!" Dozens of Yan Clan monks came running over.

"Leave me alone, kill... kill the enemy!" Yan Yaoji tried his best to hold his head and said to the clan members running over in a trembling voice.

"The clan leader said, kill the enemy!" A clan member stopped abruptly, turned around and shouted to the clan members.

"Okay, kill the enemy, kill the enemy!" Everyone turned around and ran towards the defeated Zhou monks. The blood had dyed every inch of the area in red.

"Mr. Patriarch, you..." Yan Lan held back her tears, feeling filled with self-blame. She thought back to the time when she was facing massacre by the enemy clan in Xishan, and it was the Patriarch who used her body to block the powerful enemy's sharp attack for him.

He had lacked care since he was a child. When he grew up, he would feel extremely warm to anyone who was kind to him. The old man in front of him had repeatedly ignored his noble status and sacrificed his own life in exchange for his life. Why couldn't he be moved? How could he not be moved?

resentment!
Chapter completed!