When the cultivators heard this, their expressions suddenly changed.『≤,

The meaning of the tyrant's words is very clear, which is to tie their lives together with Yan Lan's lives.

The tyrants were moody and their behaviors were often regular. They did not dare to have any resentment and anger at all, so they had to turn their eyes to Yan Lan.

At this moment, the cultivators realized that their emotions towards Yan Lan suddenly became a little complicated.

Those monks who were originally mocking turned green in an instant and wanted to curse themselves, but they sincerely thought in their hearts that Yan Lan could not die, and at the same time they were panicked, and they didn't know what to do for a moment.

Those monks who remained indifferent opened their mouths wide and could no longer maintain this calmness. They quickly looked at Yan Lan, shouting "Evil Star" in their hearts, but murmured: "Yan Lan, you can't die!"

The other monks shook their heads and sighed, full of despair.

The leader of Laiyan Sect was supported by the three elders, and his eyes were hidden. He sighed: "Oh, I heard that Yan Lan is a talented man of a generation. His talent is extremely shocking. Unfortunately, he is too young. If he gives him another three years, he will never die. But today, he will die!"

Nan Tuotian narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Lan, his heart was very complicated.

Nan Guiyu stared at Yan Lan's figure. She knew that Yan Lan had helped her a lot, but she was powerless in the face of the tyrant, so she had to grab Nan Tuotian's arm tightly and prayed silently that Yan Lan was fine.∏∈,

Zhuang Baoshan clenched his fists tighter. Yan Lan was his great benefactor. Although he was young, he took care of him like an elder. He suffered from indifference and had never felt such care and care in an unfamiliar person. If Yan Lan died, he would practice hard and wait for an opportunity to take revenge.

Cha Wenshu pulled Cha Jianting and looked from afar, showing a sarcastic look on his face, holding a talisman in his hand, ready to escape at any time.

In the distance, the owner of Fengqiong Jianzhuang and the butler Qiu Yuanyuan looked at each other. The arc of gloating arises on their lips.

Maoshi Auction House has a lot of eyeliners, and this huge noise soon reached Fan Lan and Cheng Qingmeng's ears.

Fan Lan slapped the table and shouted: "It turns out that this kid is Yan Lan. No wonder he was able to seize the sword forging furnace from Fengqiong Jianzhuang's wolf teeth. He is my great benefactor and the benefactor of our Maoshi Auction House. I want to save him."

After saying that, Fan Lan wanted to rush up to the sky and headed towards Yan Lan.

Cheng Qingmeng grabbed Fan Lan and said, "Master Xing, don't be impatient. Since he is Yan Lan, his strength must be above you and me. If he can't deal with the tyrant, you and I will go there, it is equivalent to seeking death. If we die, what should we do if Maoshi Auction House does?"

Fan Lan was stunned, scratched his head, and pouted, "What should I do? He helped me get back the sword forging stove. I can't watch him die!"

Cheng Qingmeng sighed and said, "In the face of absolute strength, unless there is stronger strength. 『≤, at this moment, I am afraid that the state prefecture will know that the tyrants have come, but the state prefecture has not been moved yet, which means that even the state prefecture is unwilling to provoke the tyrants. We can only go and see. Master Xingzhu is so loyal to righteousness, and all we can do is wait for the opportunity. At the critical moment, help Yan Lan kill the tyrants."

"Okay, that's it!"

Fan Lan slapped his thigh and ran towards Yan Lan without saying a word.

In the air, Yan Lan felt the sudden change in the atmosphere. He smiled indifferently and said to the tyrant: "The tyrant is such a good method to tie my life and death with the life and death of everyone. If I die, they will definitely look for me on the road to the underworld. You want to make me die and be at peace!"

The tyrant laughed and said, "You have a good idea, but the tyrant didn't think so much. The tyrant just likes the sound of soul-breaking, but he just borrows your life to break more souls. Yan Lan, talk so much nonsense with you, you should be content and die!"

The tyrant's palm flipped, urging a larger black cloud to blast towards Yan Lan.

The leader of the Laiyan Sect exclaimed, the black cloud was far from the black cloud that had attacked him before. Under this attack, he almost died for a lifetime.

If Nantuo Tianyamen bite, if he faced this blow, his life would not be over, but his vitality would be 70%.

The tyrant's black cloud bombardment seems casual, but in fact it is extremely vicious. Before he comes to his human body, his soul begins to shake, and it is difficult to prevent it. What's more, this is not the strongest killing move of the tyrant. Few people have seen the strongest killing move of the tyrant, and basically everyone he has seen is dead.

The cultivators even prayed secretly that they were the most united at this moment, and no one hoped that Yan Lan would die.

Thousands of miles away, Fan Lan shouted when he saw this scene, calling Yan Lan dead, wishing he could pull Yan Lan away.

Cheng Qingmeng shook her head and sighed slightly. Facing the tyrant, even if she is wise, she can do nothing.

Yan Lan closed his eyes, released his soul power, and instantly sensed the characteristics of the black cloud power, with corrosive death aura, killing sharpness, and soul-shaking power. Few cultivators of the same level can take this move intact.

With a moving mind, the golden Buddha power protects the body, the spirit-eating vortex reverses, and the hand of the god of death is sacrificed.

The Hand of Death, Yan Lan’s unique trick that he tried was almost unafraid of all death power, and had strong lethality and defense.

When the cultivators saw Yan Lan exerting one hand, they were ordinary, and shook their heads and sighed even more, and shouted loudly.

The tyrant's face was cold and arrogant, and his face was full of disdain.

Yan Lan activated the hand of the god of death and grabbed the black cloud.

He instantly held it tightly and blocked the palm of his hand.

The cultivators looked at each other instinctively. Although they didn't want Yan Lan to lose, they were still instinctively waiting for Yan Lan's miserable defeat.

Yan Lan held the black clouds tightly, absorbed the death energy and destroyed the murderous aura and soul-shaking power, but he did not immediately let go of the death God's hand.

At this moment, time passed very slowly, as if every breath was stretched a hundred times longer.

After three breaths, Yan Lan's hand of death was still silent.

The tyrant, who was originally arrogant, finally changed his expression. He stared at the hands of the Death God, wondering why there was no movement at all.

Even if a small stone is thrown into the river, it can produce a circle of ripples. His bombardment seems to be worse than even a small stone.

The cultivators opened their mouths, widened their eyes, and stared at them in a daze, and their confusion began to increase.

Nan Tuotian exclaimed lightly, looked at Yan Lan in disbelief, and murmured: "Strange, it can be so easy. I can't do it. I deserve to be Yan Lan, and I deserve to be Yan Lan!"

Nan Gui said a little happy, even her father praised him so much, which further showed that Yan Lan was not uncommon.

Zhuang Baoshan smiled and muttered: "Yan Lan is so powerful that even the owner of Fengqiongjianzhuang is so scared that he wet his pants. Even if he fights against the tyrant, he is not powerless."

Yan Lan smiled. After ten breaths, he opened his hand of death, his palm was empty and nothing.

The tyrant widened his eyes and said in surprise: "How...how is it possible? The tyrant's killing move, Jue Wuxu, Yan Lan, you will be hit by the tyrant again!" (To be continued.)
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