Elder Zhuo pondered for a moment and said, "This shows that the old guy's true identity is very not simple. He is not even a monk in Jingwuzhou at all. He just sneaked into Jingwuzhou quietly at some time before and lived a normal life isolated from the world.    ?     "

The Qing elder said: "What is the purpose of this person's behavior?"

Elder Zhuo shook his head and said, "It's hard to guess. No matter what happens to the Lord of Qinglong Prefecture in the future, let's act according to the opportunity."

...

Wuse and his friends were stunned when they heard the words of the Buzhen Immortal, but they were sophisticated and did not show their expressions.

But all of them have realized and have lost the huge help of the Untrue Immortal, and the pressure on everyone is even heavier today.

The Lord of Qinglong Prefecture suppressed the shock in his heart and said coldly: "You all saw it. These thieves in Jingwuzhou rely on their strength to not take my Qinglong Prefecture seriously at all. Even so many of you don't take it seriously. Today, will the dignity of my Qinglong Prefecture really be trampled on by the thieves in Jingwuzhou?"

When the monks in Qinglongzhou heard this, their originally panic-like eyes instantly became angry. They could see that although Yan Lan and his group were extremely powerful, they did not dare to start a massacre here. The best proof was that the siege of Qinglongzhou was not dead.

Since there is no worries about life and the Lord of Qinglongzhou is here, the fear in everyone's heart immediately flew out of the sky.

"I don't believe that these few people can defeat thousands, tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands of us!"

"I am a monk from Qinglongzhou who is not a weak person who can be bullied. If you want to seize the treasure of Qinglongzhou, you will have only one fate - death!"

"We join forces again. They break the attack, and we will attack another round. Even if the Daluo Golden Immortal is here, he will exhaust his soul and surrender today."

"Yes, fellow Taoists in Qinglongzhou, after Wuzhou thieves attempted to seize the treasure of our province, Burning the Heavenly Mirror, this is to cut off the energy of our province and seize the lifeline of our province. Is it unbearable? If you join forces, you will definitely kill the thief."

“…”

As the cultivators shouted, some of the Qinglongzhou monks who arrived later were also bewitched and infected. They became angry. They were all ready to take the opportunity to take the sacrifice.

At this moment, Yan Lan had a strange movement.

The Burning Tianjian in Elder Zhuo's hand was actually devouring some strange power.

Yan Lan stared at the Burning Tianjian, followed the dense and disorderly strange power, and with the most sensitive thunder soul investigation, it found that this strange power actually rose from the bodies of many Qinglongzhou monks.

"Well? What kind of magic weapon is the Burning Tianjian? What power does it devour theirs?"

Yan Lan had deep doubts in his heart, and then carefully observed that Fen Tianjian did not absorb any power from the monks on his side.

Yan Lan tightened her eyes tightly and stared at the vast sea of ​​people on Qinglong Street, and she immediately understood.

"The Fen Tianjian sucked the anger of the cultivators, and it must be like this. Those Qinglongzhou monks who were calm in their mood, or the Qinglongzhou monks who were confused, did not exudate their anger for Fen Tianjian to swallow. And the most angry Qinglongzhou monks had the stronger the anger they scattered. The Fen Tianjian was actually a magic weapon that could devour the anger of the cultivators!"

Although Yan Lan did not know what the effect of the Fen Tianjian devouring the anger of the monks was, he already knew one of the characteristics of the Fen Tianjian, and he would be more confident when dealing with it in the future.

Seeing waves of monks rising into the air, Yan Lan clenched his fists even tighter.

If there was no way, Yan Lan could only choose to fight to the death. Otherwise, facing so many angry monks, even if they join forces, they would definitely die here.

Ye Mo, Mu Huazhang and others were all ready to fight and secretly recovered their vitality and cultivation.

Everyone consumed a lot of money to resist that wave of offensive just now.

With one person's strength, resisting the offensive of thousands of people and cutting off hundreds of attacks, how could it be done if it had not put all its strength into practice?

Wuse looked cold and his palms closed, and he immediately proclaimed in the vast Buddhist voice: "My fellow Taoists in Qinglongzhou, don't believe that the Lord of Qinglongzhou is turning black and white. We are here just to buy magic weapons. The Lord of Qinglongzhou is unwilling to fail in the King's War, so he designed to frame us. Don't help the evildoer!"

The huge sound of Buddha sounds was like a sky bell ringing, which made countless monks in Qinglongzhou return to the angry eyes of their eyes clear.

The Lord of Qinglongzhou hummed heavily, and then his eyes turned to the two elders of Qingtuo.

Elder Zhuo nodded slightly, secretly pinched the seal and tapped it on the Burning Heaven Mirror.

Suddenly, an invisible force escaping from the Burning Heaven Mirror.

Yan Lan saw that this force was divided into more than 400 stocks and was immersed in the heavenly spirits of more than 400 Qinglongzhou monks.

These more than 400 Qinglongzhou monks are actually monks in the divine stage.

The clear eyes of these monks were instantly filled with anger and roared one after another.

"Little bald donkey, nonsense and nonsense, how could he frame you?"

"Kill the little bald donkey and kill them all. The Buddhist children are the most hypocritical. They are full of benevolence and righteous all day long, but they are actually extremely hypocritical!"

"It is obvious that you saw that the treasure eyes were open and you blamed our Qinglongzhou Lord. You are simply vicious and should be punished!"

"Kill them, otherwise other small sects in small states will also covet our Burning Heaven Mirror."

"Kill, kill, kill..."

“…”

More and more monks rose into the air, all of them with red eyes, almost losing their minds, and becoming a killing demon.

Yan Lan looked at the murderous cultivators and then looked at the Fen Tianjian in Elder Zhuo's hand. He really didn't expect that the greatest power of Fen Tianjian so far was to influence the mind of the cultivators, igniting the fire of their inner anger, and then evolved into a vast anger.

If Fen Tianjian only has this function, it is really a good magic weapon to kill people by borrowing a knife.

Wuse shook his head and sighed, turned his head to Yan Lan and said, "Yan Lan, I can finally feel the feeling of being besieged before."

Long Niu said with red eyes: "At worst, you can let go of the battle and kill a thousand. Even if you die, you will earn nine hundred and ninety-nine."

Ye Mo shook his head and said, "It's easy to kill people, but the stigma that is poured on us is difficult to eliminate!"

Jin Sheng Ximi nodded and said, "That's true, not only has it defiled our reputation, but also insulted the dignity of Jingwuzhou. The Lord of Qinglongzhou is really a good chess player."

Yan Lan frowned and took out Wang Zhankui's nameplate, thinking: "It is easy to kill people, but it is difficult to clear the crooked reputation. The best way at this moment may be to turn to the Pear King."

With a moving mind, Yan Lan did not contact the Li King, but entered the Lion Kingdom's convention.

Suddenly, Yan Lan glared and a violent murderous aura reached the sky. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!