Just before Yan Lan was about to sacrifice the ferocious beast, the twenty monks who parted ways with Yan Lan were all covered in blood and their auras were violent.

They roared unwillingly, but the Xuan Clan's secret guards were not weak in cultivation, and they were born for killing. Even if some monks' cultivation was one level higher than that of the Xuan Clan's secret guards, they could only draw a tie.

In this time, it is difficult to determine victory or defeat, and even more difficult to decide life and death.

The monks with weaker cultivation can only gather together and fight to the death.

The twenty monks who were with Yan Lan, because the Xuan clan focused their main energy on Yan Lan, the massacre they suffered was alleviated a lot.

Some monks actually didn't have any scratches on their bodies.

In addition, the old man with crooked teeth and the monk with missing teeth also followed Yan Lan, and with their five-year-old infant transformation skills, they were able to stand alone.

Unless the deacons and elders of the Xuan clan can take action, they can suppress the sharpness of the two of them.

However, although the status of the deacons and elders of the Xuan Clan is not as high as that of the nine elders, their status within the Xuan Clan is not low.

At least, the secret guards of the Xuan Clan must obey the orders of the deacons and elders.

"My beast master, come out and stretch your muscles!"

Yan Lan jumped up. He alone managed to entangle five ordinary guards and five hidden guards of the Xuan clan. This was almost one-third of the strength of the Xuan clan in a battle circle.

"roar……"

Several arrogant and violent roars roared in everyone's ears instantly.

Several Xuan clan guards with weak foundations suddenly became unstable and fainted towards the ground.

Everyone present was shocked by the repeated roars.

"Oh my God. This is the Golden Scaled King Python, ranked 994 on the Luotian Thousand Beasts List. Six of them suddenly appeared. This...who released this?"

The slant-eyed monk who took the lead in breaking out towards the west showed horrifying fluctuations in his mind.

If these ferocious beasts were sacrificed by the Xuan clan, they would be unable to fly and would surely die.

"I can't seem to understand the strength of these six golden-scaled king pythons. Could it be that... are they all beyond the fourth-generation infant transformation stage?"

"I have been practicing for three hundred years, and I have never seen so many golden-scaled king pythons at once. Who is their master?"

"..."

The monks on the side of the squinting monk were all shaken. Even their will to fight was dampened.

At this moment, not only them, but also the deacons and elders of the Xuan clan, their expressions changed drastically.

The deacon elder who offered the command talisman's expression changed drastically, and he said in horror: "They are all...the Golden Scale King Python with the strength of the Five Evolution Infant Transformation Stage. How is it possible? Could it be that Yan Lan's son has something to do with the Beast Taming Alliance?

"

The golden-scaled king python has been in the time flow array for three years. Yan Lan did not hesitate to feed it with a large number of spiritual fetuses, and even took out a fairy fetus to release vast amounts of pure energy for them to devour.

Now, the strength of the six golden-scaled king pythons has reached the peak stage of the Five-Evolution Infant Transformation, which can be regarded as Yan Lan's trump card.

As for the six-fingered green eagle, Yan Lan did not sacrifice it because the strength of the six-fingered green eagle has reached the terrifying peak of the six-fingered infant transformation stage.

Even the two jade-eyed white tigers have reached the peak of their fourth-generation infant transformation.

With such fighting power, Yan Lan is confident that he can fight against the early stage cultivators of the Seven Evolution Infant Transformation without resorting to the Ancient Thunder Punishment Order or relying on the strange beast Zilin.

You don’t seek victory, but at least you won’t have to worry about your life.

These ferocious beasts are the guarantee of Yan Lan's confidence, and he also has enough energy to raise the ferocious beasts.

The vast majority of monks simply cannot afford to raise a ferocious beast that is in the infant transformation stage, unless they do not want to increase the ferocious beast's strength and only keep it from starving to death.

The six-headed golden-scaled king python, this is the real killing machine.

Even the bloodthirsty secret guards of the Xuan clan had to keep their stubborn heads down in front of the golden-scaled king python.

In an instant, everything within a thousand miles of Yanlan's battle circle was filled with a dense golden scale storm.

The indestructible golden scale storm is like a meat grinder, raging crazily.

Whether it is a Xuan Clan guard or a Xuan Clan secret guard, as long as they are entangled in the golden scale storm, they will be destroyed both physically and mentally.

The squinting monk blasted away two Xuan clan secret guards with one sword. His left hand was already torn apart, and several cracks appeared on the magic sword that he regarded as a treasure.

The squinting monk looked at the struggling monks around him, seeing monks falling down from time to time. His expression was painful, but helpless.

At this time, he saw the Yanlan battle group thousands of miles away, and the Xuan clan monks were being crazily killed by the golden scale storm. His eyes showed disbelief, and he murmured: "Impossible, how can that little guy command the six-headed gold?"

The King of Scales Python is a golden-scaled King Python whose strength has reached the fifth stage of infant transformation. Even if he can control it, he...how can he afford to support it? The appetite of six golden-scaled King Pythons is enough to devour them in one day.

The spiritual energy within a thousand miles..."

The squinting monk's eyes gradually showed a trace of struggle and a trace of annoyance.

Because at this moment, the monks who followed Yan Lan to break out of the encirclement hardly had to take action themselves, but gathered around Yan Lan, as if watching a play, watching the golden-scaled king python kill the Xuan clan guards.

The monks around the squinting monk were all dissatisfied and contemptuous of Yan Lan's words before. At this moment, facing the Xuan clan monks who were constantly killing each other like a shadow, they lamented that they looked down on others.

However, even if they wanted to return to Yan Lan now, it would be impossible.

It wasn't that Yan Lan didn't accept them, but those Xuan clan guards who were extremely angry but couldn't kill the golden-scaled king python poured out all their anger on them.

"Yanlan, save me!"

The slant-eyed monk was forced into a desperate situation by three secret guards of the Xuan clan. His life was hanging by a thread. He could no longer care about his face and immediately wailed at Yan Lan.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, save me, I don't want any reward, I just want my life!"

"I am willing to give up most of my wealth in exchange for my life. I just ask Senior Yan to save me."

"We are relying on our old people and selling them out, and we are short-sighted. I beg Senior Yan to help us regardless of our past grudges."

"..."

Among the Squint-Eyed Monks, several seriously injured monks tried their best to send messages for help.

At this moment, those who have practiced for hundreds of years, those who are arrogant and arrogant, those who are the master of a sect... have all become bullshit. As long as they can survive, they will be willing to kneel down.

Although the massacre and catastrophe was caused by Yan Lan, they also came here to share the treasure. Yan Lan did not hold anyone hostage, it was all cultivators who were willing to do so.

Furthermore, Yan Lan took the initiative before and promised to lead them to break out of the siege. However, they looked down on Yan Lan and parted ways, thinking that they could break out of the siege with just twenty of them.

However, they underestimated the strength of the Xuan clan's secret guards, and even more underestimated the madness and bloodthirsty of the Xuan clan's secret guards.

No matter whether you are wearing shoes or barefoot, you are afraid of your life.

The monks beside Yan Lan looked at another horrific battle circle. While they were secretly proud and happy, they gradually felt palpitations and fear at the bloody and crazy scenes, and felt pity and compassion.

Their eyes were all looking at Yan Lan, waiting for Yan Lan's decision.

They can't force Yan Lan, it's up to Yan Lan to decide whether to save him or not.

Yan Lan sighed secretly, he was not a hard-hearted person. Although those monks came here to share the treasure, they were somewhat bewitched by him. Now they have successfully made enemies with the Xuan clan. Their goal has been achieved. If they are all dead,

Even if it's gone, it's hard for him to clean it up.

"My hatred for the Xuan Clan can only be relieved by personally killing the people of the Xuan Clan. Since you called me to save them, I will come to save them myself! You will owe me more."

Yan Lan's eyes were cold and stern, and he immediately took out the King Python Golden Sword, with a bloodthirsty look on his face, and madly killed the Xuan Clan monks in another battle circle. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!