The name of the withered old man is the view upstairs.

Upstairs, watching the words, his eyes showed extremely complex brilliance, and then shook his head and sighed: "Indeed, everyone likes to live and die, but here we have no way out. We have studied it carefully. Perhaps only if our strength reaches the Mahayana stage can we have the possibility of rushing out."

"However, there are only a few monks in the Shenhe stage, and it is extremely rare for monks in the Mahayana stage to be a very rare one. Without any source of spiritual power, it is even more difficult for us to practice to reach the Mahayana stage than to reach the sky."

"Young man, it seems that you are also a pure and kind person. Although I have suffered severe damage and my spiritual power is exhausted, I can't die for a while. You should stop sending spiritual energy first. They are not good people. If you become the thing in their hands, I'm afraid the fate will be worse than me."

When Yan Lan heard this, her expression remained unchanged and she did not stop delivering spiritual energy at all.

Hong Mao was completely anxious and shouted: "Boy, if you want to squander like this, I'm afraid you will be useless. It's better to give it to me. Stop it all!"

As Hong Mao said, he immediately jumped up, turned his spiritual power into a sword, and slashed straight towards Guanguan on the upper floor.

Hong Mao was very smart. He knew that it was difficult to suppress Yan Lan, but as long as he killed the upper hall, Yan Lan would not waste his spiritual energy.

Yan Lan didn't even raise her eyes, but just moved her body and blocked the front of Shangguan.

Hong Mao's spiritual power turned into a sword and slashed straight towards Yan Lan's back.

Guan Shangsthouse was shocked and quickly activated a trace of strength that had just recovered in her body. Her hands, which were like dead branches, grabbed Yan Lan's arms hard, and tried her best to move Yan Lan away.

Then, Yan Lan remained as motionless as a mountain, as heavy as a pound, and it was difficult for him to move upstairs.

The upper hall had to roar, "Old ghost Hongmao, stop quickly, otherwise even if my soul explodes, I will die with you."

Hong Mao was already red in his eyes, how could he stop at this moment? He immediately shouted: "Old coffin, please stay away from me. New boy, since you are looking for death, I will help you. Even if you die, I can still squeeze your strength!"

Before the voice fell, Hong Mao's spiritual power turned into a sword and slashed on Yan Lan's back.

The huge explosion sounded back and forth in this isolated space, but it made the deadly space feel a little turbulent.

This place has been quiet for too long, so there should be some movement.

The other six monks widened their eyes, and they were also quite surprised by Hong Mao's actions.

Because here, killing one another is a very stupid behavior.

However, it is not included in this article to extract or occupy the opponent's strength and improve one's own cultivation.

Being able to occupy the opponent's strength peacefully is the best result.

A monk was once successfully bewitched by Hong Mao and was willing to give up all his strength to Hong Mao, hoping that after Hong Mao would go out, he could take care of and support his two children.

A monk was deceived by Hong Mao's sweet words, saying that he was practicing together and improving his strength together, but Hong Mao took the opportunity to steal his strength and eventually sucked his spiritual power and died.

Hong Mao, who had always been cautious, actually fought hard at this moment, which was really unexpected.

Perhaps Hong Mao has been here for too long, and he has completely lost his patience.

The six monks shook their heads slightly and sighed in a low voice.

"Oh, a little guy finally came, but I didn't expect that I didn't even have three incense sticks of time."

"The strength of the old ghost Hongmao is too strong. When we fight alone, no one is his opponent."

"There is no way, this is not the outside world. If it is to exert its momentary energy, if it is consumed too much, even if it is not killed by the old ghost Hongmao, it will lose its vitality due to excessive consumption and its life will soon be gone!"

"This little guy is probably the shortest-lived person here."

"I hope that the old ghost Hongmao can succeed. Once he succeeds, we will have three powerful men in the Nirvana realm. Perhaps the three of them join forces to break through the blockade."

A monk mentioned this possibility, and the eyes of the other people suddenly became brighter.

There is nothing more attractive here than being able to go out.

At this moment, even the monks who had originally hated Hong Mao were looking forward to Hong Mao’s successful breakthrough in the shackles of cultivation.

After all, among the seven monks, Hong Mao is the most likely to break through to the Nirvana Realm of the Heaven.

Hong Mao raised a cold curve and said in disdain: "Boy, don't blame me for being ruthless. I want to go out and get out of this damn ghost place as soon as possible, so I need your strength urgently. If you don't cooperate, you will only end up in this situation."

"Hahaha... I have absorbed the power of several cultivators from the Nine-Yan Divine Dispersion Stage and the Quasi-Ni Nirvana Realm. How could you be my opponent? Perhaps with your power, I can successfully break through to the Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni

Suddenly, Hong Mao's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes wider than a camel bell.

"How...how is it possible that you boy is not hurt at all?"

In Hongmao's sight, Yan Lan still maintained the squatting posture, and the clothes on her back did not even break a single thread.

What it was, what it was now.

The other six monks also opened their mouths and looked at the scene in disbelief.

Shangguan kept staring at Yan Lan. At this moment, Shangguan was a little unbelievable about his eyes, and hurriedly pulled Yan Lan to check Yan Lan's back injury.

However, what you see upstairs is that Yan Lan is not damaged at all.

"You...you little guy..."

Guan from the upper floor pointed at Yan Lan, her voice trembling, and she was so shocked that she couldn't even speak.

Yan Lan's eyes were indifferent, and Hong Mao's sword, he felt a breeze blowing behind him.

This is the gap between the strength of the Nirvana Realm and the Tiantian Spirit Realm.

Yan Lan smiled slightly at Guan on the upper floor, and then slowly stood up.

Hong Mao felt a scorching sun rising in front of his eyes, dazzling light, shocking his mind, and immediately retreated repeatedly and was at a loss.

The other six monks were shocked and wanted to escape, but they found that their legs were stuck to the ground. They also thought that if Yan Lan was just now, if any of them were there, they would have to be peeled off even if they were not dead.

Yan Lan stood up straight, then turned around, his eyes as if they were like swords, shooting directly at Hong Mao.

Hong Mao immediately burst into the sea of ​​consciousness, and he could not even move his steps to retreat. He could only stand in place and keep trembling.

He couldn't help but tremble, although Hong Mao tried his best not to tremble.

At this moment, Hong Mao finally felt the fluctuations in Yan Lan's cultivation level that was different from him.

"You...you are a cultivator of the Nirvana Realm, you..."

Hong Mao pointed at Yan Lan, looking terrified.

Yan Lan walked slowly towards Hongmao.

The six monks felt almost suffocated, but could not control themselves. At this moment, they also understood that Yan Lan had the cultivation level of one level beyond their level.

It is a whole realm, not an installment.
Chapter completed!