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Chapter 547: Weird Disappearance

Early the next morning, Yan Lan came back to her senses from the Zen space...?...

He turned his head and looked at Ziyi who was still sleeping. He sensed that her vitality was getting stronger and stronger. He was slightly reassured and said with a soft smile: "Yier, you are kind-hearted and cannot tolerate the sale of children. You cannot tolerate the ugliness in the world. Don't worry, my brother will do it."

To help you realize your wish."

Yan Lan left the Zen Heart Space and walked out of the post house.

Because Sanjueqin bowed his head, the location of the Meng Ax Gang's headquarters had been exposed, and Yan Lan went straight there.

Arriving at the headquarters of the Meng Ax Gang, Yan Lan discovered that the headquarters of the Meng Ax Gang was a manor covering an area of ​​several thousand feet. Within the manor, there were palaces and buildings, winding corridors, slow clear streams, and exotic flowers and plants everywhere.

The lush forests and bamboos look like a fairy garden.

Yan Lan swept away his soul power and discovered that the scenery on the ground was nothing more than the force of the Meng Ax Gang, and there were huge underground secret passages thousands of feet underground.

At this time, most of the members of the Fierce Ax Gang had already fled, and the manor seemed empty.

However, the street not far from the front of the manor was extremely lively.

It turned out that Sanjueqin had published a list of the names and origins of the children and women who had been robbed and sold over the years.

Almost all buyers have been notified that the Ax Gang will redeem them at a minimum of ten times the original purchase price, and will provide certain compensation to the plundered tribes or clans. Of course, redemption and claiming are not

Feel free to verify your identity and bloodline to prevent someone from replacing you or claiming under your name.

Yan Lan moved her mind and took a nine-foot wooden pillar and a three-foot white cloth to make a banner. On the white cloth was written: Anyone who buys or sells human beings will be killed without mercy!

Then with a wave of his hand, he sprinkled some blood on the white cloth, adding a bit of blood evil aura.

Immediately, with a flick of his finger, the wooden pillar seemed to fall from the sky and suddenly landed in front of the bulletin board. The white cloth unfolded, and a few large characters were particularly dazzling.

Thousands of monks and many mortals were gathered in front of the list. They were all startled, and then stared at the wooden flag.

"I really didn't expect that someone could force the Ax Gang to do this. This person is really powerful."

"It is said that they were a group of teenagers. Yesterday, there was a big fight on the Wild Side. My house was shaking at night!"

"It's true that a living Bodhisattva has come to this world. I never thought that I would be able to see my two abducted sons in my lifetime. God's eyes are open!"

"..."

Yan Lan smiled slightly, and soon arrived at the Manor, the headquarters of the Ax Gang.

"The cunning rabbit still has three caves. I don't believe that the Three Jueqin and the Jueying can be so simple!"

Yan Lan took a deep breath. The power of the thunder soul surged crazily, and immediately spread tens of thousands of feet. She searched carefully. Not a single corner was missed.

After half a stick of incense was burned, Yan Lan completed the search within tens of thousands of feet, and his eyes suddenly focused.

"It's just as I expected. The Fierce Ax Gang still hides secrets, and the method of hiding things is almost the same as that of Xuanzong's headquarters. There are thousands of feet underground. How can a mere ban cover my ears and eyes?"

Yan Lan sensed that there was a fuzzy area thousands of feet below the secret tunnel thousands of feet underground in the manor. Without his keen thunder soul power, ordinary monks would not be able to detect it with their spiritual sense.

With a thought, Yan Lan followed a secret passage and passed through thousands of deadly traps before arriving thousands of feet underground.

Yan Lan stood in the dark passage, her eyes piercing through the darkness. She was locked on a stone door ten feet in front of her.

The distance was so close. Only then did Yan Lan sense that there was a faint wave of life inside the stone gate.

"There is actually a powerful person hidden here, the Fierce Ax Gang, and the Three Jue Qin. I'm afraid you have never truly repented!"

Yan Lan held out the yin and yang flag, and in an instant, he penetrated the stone door and entered the secret room silently.

Yan Lan glanced at it and was immediately shocked.

I saw that this was a circular secret room with a diameter of one hundred feet. In the center of the secret room was a circular high platform. On the high platform, an old man was entrenched.

The old man's beard and hair are withered and sparse, like a dying person.

However, the old man revealed a powerful life fluctuation, and within this fluctuation, there was a strong blood evil atmosphere hidden inside.

This is not what shocked Yan Lan the most.

What shocked Yan Lan even more was that the circular secret room with a diameter of a hundred feet was actually filled with the skeletons of children and women. They were so densely packed that there were not a million but as many as 800,000. It was horrifying to look at them.

Yan Lan gritted her teeth and said angrily in her heart: "It turns out that the Meng Ax Gang's human trafficking is a fake. Its real purpose is to provide a steady stream of support for this old man. Human trafficking is just a cover-up. It's so cruel.

The Ax Gang, what a cruel Sanjueqin."

Yan Lan kept her aura restrained and remained calm, staring at the old man in the center of the round platform, carefully activating the power of Thunder Soul to swim around the old man.

Immediately, Yan Lan's eyes turned cold.

"This person's cultivation has definitely reached the second stage of infant transformation. However, he is in a deep state of cultivation, with his six senses closed and unable to sense dangers from the outside world. No wonder he has to practice in such a secret place."

Yan Lan raised the corner of her mouth and sneered: "Just in time, it provided me with an excellent opportunity."

Yan Lan quietly floated behind the old man, moved her palm, and offered a soul-controlling talisman of the fifth level of the human realm.

This talisman can control the strong ones in the stage of infant transformation.

There are only three of them on Yan Lan, which were found from the storage ring of Ye Guiwu's clone. They are hundreds of times more powerful than the previous soul-controlling talismans of the third and fourth levels of the human realm.

The bald old man didn't realize the crisis was coming at all. Because his six senses were closed, he was as dead as a dead person.

Yan Lan stood behind the bald old man, and the majestic thunder soul power poured out, directly hitting the old man's soul.

The old man groaned bitterly and came to his senses, but his soul was still in a dizzy state, which was no better than having his six senses closed.

The soul realm of Yanlan Human Realm in the early stage of the eighth level, combined with the power of the thunder soul, is beyond the ability of ordinary people to resist.

"Hunting!"

Yan Lan made a seal with both hands, and then slapped the old man on the head.

The soul-controlling talisman immediately melted into the bald old man's head.

The bald old man looked in pain, his eyes were wide-eyed and bloodshot, and they turned blood red after a while.

Then, the bald old man's big beads of sweat slid down, green smoke was lingering on his head, and his whole body was boiling with energy. He was obviously resisting the control of his soul by the Soul Taming Talisman.

Yan Lan sneered and said: "What a tenacious old guy, let's see how long you can hold on. The power of the thunder soul, boom!"

Another wave of thunder soul energy bombarded the bald old man's soul.

After struggling for a moment, the bald old man stopped struggling, the blood in his eyes disappeared, and his pupils were dull.

Yan Lan walked up to the old man and said angrily: "Old bastard, you deserve it for the good deeds you have done! Take it!"

The soul mark of Yan Lan's palm flashed, and he put away the bald old man like a ferocious beast.

Afterwards, Yan Lan jumped off the round platform, and with a movement of spiritual power, he lifted the round platform weighing tens of thousands of kilograms.

Under the center of the round platform, a storage ring as black as ink fell.

Yan Lan took the ring from Chu and said with a cold smile: "The greatest wealth of the Meng Ax Gang must be among them. They are really cunning and sinful beasts."

Looking at the bones around him, Yan Lan sighed quietly, gathered a flame, burned the bones, piled them together, covered them with stones to make a tomb, cut the stones into a stele, bowed three times, and said: "I have taken your revenge for you."

Pain, rest in peace!"

The figure disappeared, Yan Lan came to the ground, and then quickly ran towards the post house where everyone lived.

Arriving in front of the post house, Yan Lan looked horrified: "What...what happened? Why have they all disappeared?"

In front of Yan Lan, there was no trace of the huge and luxurious post house, as if there had never been any building here.
Chapter completed!
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