"What's going on? Yan Lan... Yan Lan actually sucked the energy of that magic weapon!"

The cultivators' eyes widened, and their minds were roaring like thunder, which was extremely unbelievable. After all, the power of the Yaoyue Silver Wolf was already deeply rooted in the hearts of the people when he appeared. With a shocking move, the fan turned into wind and jade dragon, devouring Yan Lan's word thunder, which left an irresistible sense of oppression in the hearts of the cultivators.

"No...I don't believe it, Yan Lan, you are looking for death!"

Yaoyue Silver Wolf's eyes were wide open, intending to pull back the gourd magic weapon, but it actually appeared. No matter how he used it, he could not escape Yan Lan's sucking.

Yan Lan looked at Yaoyue Silver Wolf coldly and said, "Even if I don't seek death, can you let me go? I will kill the one who kills me!"

The hand of the God of Death wrapped in the will of death, grabbed the gourd magic weapon suddenly, held it in the palm of his hand, and then slammed it like crushing mud. A powerful force raged in the God of Death's hand, and in just a moment, it was sucked away by Yan Lan.

Yaoyue Silver Wolf's eyes burst out in shock and immediately retreated.

"I want to run away. Since I'm here, I'll stay completely!"

"Thunder Soul Devouring Soul!"

The torrent of thunder soul instantly poured over the soul of Yaoyue Silver Wolf, causing its castration to stop for a moment.

But this breath is fatal.

The hand of the God of Death instantly grasped the Yaoyue Silver Wolf, and the violent sucking power devoured the Yaoyue Silver Wolf's soul power like a bottomless black hole.

"Ao..."

Above the sky, the howl of the silver wolf's death came from the rosy moon. The unbeatable gourd magic weapon was completely destroyed for the first time in history, which shook his fighting spirit, made him feel tempted to retreat, timid and panic.

Because Yaoyue Silver Wolf was too cautious, he lacked the courage to be calm and fearless in the face of death.

Even when the Death Hand crazily sucked its soul energy, his brain went blank and he even forgot to operate the magic tricks.

The cultivation level of the three-indian divine dispersion is full of extremely powerful power, which is enough to rival thousands of cultivators in the infant transformation stage.

Yan Lan swallowed wildly, and after three incense sticks, he swallowed the Yaoyue Silver Wolf's soul.

Immediately, Yan Lan drew his soul, seized the storage ring, and threw Yaoyue Silver Wolf's flesh on the ground.

Yan Lan let out a heavy breath, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. This battle seemed relaxed, but in fact he tried his best every move and did not dare to be careless every blow.

Yan Lan took back the hand of the Death God and narrowed his eyes and said, "The power of the Death God's Hand, as my cultivation level improves, will become more domineering and powerful. Once it is held by the Death God's Hand, combined with the spirit-devouring vortex, it can swallow and consume the opponent's soul power."

The eyes swept around and the meditators returned like a tide. The eyes were filled with incredible surprise.

Yan Lan smiled slightly, touched the Dantian, shook her head and said, "This spirit-eating vortex has such a big appetite. All the power of a peak powerhouse of the Three-Derivative Spirit Dispersion Spirit cannot be satisfied at all. The size and color have almost not changed. It is left under my soul. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a disaster, nor how much energy it needs to fill it."

When he fell on the hanging stone, Yan Lan saw the cultivators standing in a daze. Only the untrue immortal was still drinking tea, with no panic.

The Buzhen Immortal stood up and nodded to Yan Lan and said, "Yan Lan, it's a blessing that I have you. I was so scared that my legs were weak and could not stand up. I could only force myself to calm down so as not to embarrass our million-mile territory."

Yan Lan shook her head and smiled, "Senior, can you not be so humble? I have spent a lot of effort to destroy the man. In the eyes of the senior, that man is just a lively grasshopper. The senior is determined to kill him, just move a finger. And you can also take out the magic weapon you have on your body, and you can kill him."

Yan Lan originally wanted to continue asking, "I'm curious, my senior has such a high level of cultivation, but he has never taken action." However, when he thought that it was difficult to not be a true immortal, he was inconvenient to ask clearly, so he stopped talking.

The Buzhen Immortal grinned and nodded, "Oh, Yan Lan, your praises really make me feel comfortable. Well, Immortal will just think you are saying it is true. Oh, why are you still standing there? Yan Lan killed Yaoyue Silver Wolf, but it has increased the majesty of our million-mile territory, and good things will be together."

The cultivators came to their senses and looked at Yan Lan. They no longer had only admiration and respect, but also had a lot of strong passion and admiration.

After all, the cultivators only heard about Pinghe Valley and had never seen it personally. But they could see it clearly. They could see it with their own eyes. Compared to hearing, the shock came more intensely and directly.

The Gangtianmen smiled but didn't say anything, because they didn't need to say anything about compliments, and the saliva of other monks was probably flooding Yan Lan.

Lu Xiang came to Yan Lan with a smile and said excitedly: "Boss Yan Lan, I knew that guy had never returned. My two uncles were worried about you just now. I said to them that I was worried about. The more talked the killer, the less courage he was. My vision was okay!"

Yan Lan smiled and said, "Brother Lu has a good opinion. Who will cause trouble for me next time? Please help me see my temperament!"

Lu Sheng patted his chest and smiled, "No problem, haha!"

Yu Rulong said in surprise: "Brother Yan, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply. The Yaoyue Silver Wolf can rank among the three kings of tooth hunting. He killed several powerful men on the Black Tooth List. There were countless nameless strong men who died at his hands. It's really hard to believe that you actually killed him so easily!"

Fan Chengfeng also smiled and said, "Brother Rulong said very much. With Brother Yan's strength, he is more than enough to be a cabinet master in Wuzhou. In time, it is not impossible to become the leader of a sect!"

Yan Lan shook her head and smiled, "Don't praise me. If you didn't do your best to insult Yaoyue Silver Wolf and disturb his mind, I wouldn't have been so relaxed."

Then, Yan Lan said seriously: "The weakness of Yaoyue Silver Wolf is that she is too cautious and wants to be face-saving. First, Brother Rulong and Brother Chengfeng deliberately showed weakness and defeated him, making him look down on him; then everyone insulted him, pissed his face, aroused his anger, and made him confused. In fact, Yaoyue Silver Wolf called for killing me, because you helped me resolve the crisis, and I should thank you."

When the cultivators heard this, they kept nodding. Yan Lan's humbleness was enough to make them admire and admire.

Everyone chatted for a while, and they all praised Yan Lan, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

In Luoyun Square, many monks held their breath, looked up at the hanging stone, and killed monks in the divine stage, which was something they didn't dare to think about. In their hearts, monks in the divine stage were like gods, and they didn't even dare to have the desire to blaspheme, so how dare they kill them?

Not long after, Buzhen Xian said, "Yan Lan, you just finished the battle, and now you are on the Black Tooth List again. Next, the monks who will kill you will emerge one after another. The night is already dark. You can go and rest." (To be continued.)
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