"Well...how is that possible?"

It was this soul sound that filled the vast and earthly Sheng Wei, Yan Lan and the other two took several steps at the same time.??

However, what Yan Lan felt strange was that at this moment, only he and Zunwuxing, shakuhachiyin and the other eight monks were affected, and there was no sense in the other eight monks.

Yan Lan was even more sure that even though the great wise man suffered severe damage and was suppressed, he still only cared about the cultivator with the strength of the Nirvana Realm.

Even the quasi-reverse Nirvana cultivator cannot get into the eyes of the great wise man.

Therefore, even if a great wise man accidentally aroused his suspicion, his power will only affect the powerful power of the Nirvana Realm, and he is unwilling to look at the powerful man who is not the Nirvana Realm.

Just like when an adult fights, he will not pay attention to the ants under his feet, nor will he waste his power to destroy the ant hole.

Yan Lan immediately stabilized her body, her pupils shrank, and the space above the blood-red brain was still distorted. She judged in her heart: "The wise man must have seen the earth's crust exploded and exposed his brain body. He felt very unbelievable, because when he arranged this space, he must have believed that no one could destroy the nine hundred feet deep crust."

Seeing Yan Lan and the other two being attacked by invisible attacks on the upper floor, I immediately made a judgment in my heart and said quickly: "Yan Lan, if you are not capable of the enemy, then you should be the main defense. This attacker should be the great wise man mentioned by the trolls. He would have been hiding here and would have suffered heavy damage. We cannot kill him, but there should be no problem in defending with all our strength."

Shakuhain waved his hand and said, "Don't hurry, wait and see what's going on!"

At this moment, Yan Lan and the other two saw a space distortion above their brains again, which meant that the fierce soul sound attack would surge again.

Shakuhachiyin and Zunwuxing immediately sacrifice the secret to defend.

Yan Lan's eyes sank, and the thunder soul guarded the soul.

"Who is it? Who destroyed my skull?"

The voice of the great wise man is filled with strong anger, as if he wants to crush everything to vent the resentment in his chest.

Shakuhain and Zunwuxing looked pale in an instant, and their defenses were trembling wildly, and there were signs of shaking.

Yan Lan's soul was also trembling violently, but fortunately, there was a thunder soul guarding him, and his spirit was extraordinary and powerful, and his condition was much better than those of the two.

A trace of sweat oozing from the forehead of the shakuhachi, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What a strong soul power, even if the Mahayana-stage strong man is severely injured, we cannot resist it head-on. If I can go out, I will never leave the barrier unless I practice until the Mahayana-stage."

Zun Wuxing said with a cold expression: "No one of us alone can resist the great wise man, Yan Lan, Brother Ba Yin, and we all work together to suppress him."

"I want to suppress me, dream!"

The great wise man actually heard Zun Wuxing's low voice, and immediately burst into stronger anger.

Yan Lan's soul became stronger and he knew that he could not force the confrontation. Unless he used his destructive power again, he immediately took three steps back and bowed: "Senior, he accidentally destroyed your skull. He was not intentional, but was trapped here. He went out in a long distance. It is worth trying his best to find a way out. In desperation, he made this decision just now. Please let us go out."

Zun Wuxing was slightly stunned, and then sneered: "Coward, he actually begs for mercy."

Shakuhachiyin also sighed quietly, and he determined in his heart that begging for mercy would be useless. If it were useful, they would have been able to leave here long ago, and the great wise man would not have to spend all his time trapping them here.

The other eight monks were slightly surprised. Unexpectedly, Yan Lan, who they thought the strongest, chose to give in and show weakness. This was clearly not the style that a powerful man in the Nirvana Realm should have.

Hong Mao even smiled openly and said, "I have not chosen to show weakness and beg for mercy, but you are busy begging for the great wise. The great wise must be cruel and ruthless. How could you be moved by your weak and incompetent words and choose to let us go?"

Even though the other monks didn't like Hong Mao, they couldn't help but nodded at this moment, and their eyes were more or less despised.

Only Lou Shangguan and Hu Mei were slightly puzzled, but did not show any contempt or mockery. They were worried for a moment, but chose to believe that Yan Lan would make sense to do so.

After Yan Lan finished speaking, the space and time of the great wise man’s brain and body were violently distorted, as if he was about to burst out with endless anger.

A huge voice sounded: "It turned out that you destroyed my skull. What a strong little baby, my skull, even the peak monk of Shenhe, cannot destroy it all, and expose my brain. Since it is yours, you can bear the price you deserve, die!"

A blood-red spiral storm appeared above the brain. In the blink of an eye, a blood-colored spear formed and shot towards Yan Lan.

Yan Lan was shocked because the blood-colored spear was waving with a strong aura of death, and the power of the absolutely transcendence of the God-Group period exceeded the limit he could bear.

The spear came, Yan Lan quickly dodged.

However, it was useless. The spear seemed to have eyes, following Yan Lan tightly.

Yan Lan shouted: "Senior, I have sincerely apologized, why do you still kill me?"

The great wise man said coldly: "If apology can solve the problem, why should I spend so much effort? Those who hurt me should pay their lives!"

"Chee..."

The spear is faster and makes a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Yan Lan's body size soared by several points again, and the power of the three spiritual gods was majestic, increasing the degree to the extreme.

After counting breaths, the spear failed to catch up with Yan Lan.

The great wise man was surprised and asked: "If I had not been severely injured, you would not have survived under my blood spear for half a breath. Where can you escape here?"

At this time, Shahachiyin sacrificed a shield-shaped seal and shouted at Yan Lan: "Yan Lan, I will help you!"

After saying that, the shield-shaped seal quickly intercepted the blood-colored spear and left.

"boom……"

The shakuhachi sound shield seal was broken, while the blood-colored spear was reduced by only three inches.

Shakuhachiyin looked pale and flew upside down, her face full of incredibleness.

The cultivators were shocked to see it because they clearly saw that the power of shakuhachi was so vulnerable in front of the great wise man.

Seeing this, Zunwuxing also let out anger and grabbed the blood-colored spear with his palm.

"laugh……"

A sound of slashing through the palm of my palm sounded, and blood splattered in my palm, while the blood-colored spear slowed down by less than 10%.

Zun Wuxing looked slightly painful, and the wounds cut by the blood-colored spear were definitely not injured by ordinary weapons, but were extremely painful.

The cultivators were even more surprised and stepped back involuntarily. Shakuhachiyin and Zunwuxing joined forces to destroy a small blood-colored spear attack. Yan Lan would definitely be in danger next, and their life and death were uncertain.

Hong Mao restrained his ridicule of Yan Lan, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Hong Mao had hoped that Yan Lan would die, but at this moment, he prayed that Yan Lan would survive. Because if Yan Lan could suppress the great wise people, they would have hope to go out.
Chapter completed!