Yan Lan's eyebrows tightened, and he looked coldly at the annihilation dead aura that was in the black color, and his cautious heart suddenly increased by several points.?

Obviously, Pang Xiao had used his ultimate trump card without reservation. This blow in front of him was even more powerful than the previous blow against Duan Qing.

Faced with a powerful opponent, Yan Lan had to be more vigilant than ever before.

This battle cannot be defeated.

Moreover, not only does it not allow failure, it must also completely defeat Pang Xiao with a thunderous force.

The Yan clan and the Pang family not only had old hatreds, but also new hatreds, but also blood hatreds. Almost, their Yan clan was slaughtered in the West Mountains. The Pang family made great contributions to this.

The hatred of extermination is irreconcilable.

In the round world, the strong mysterious death aura rolled wildly, and waves filled with the breath of death, pounced in all directions like a tide. Many monks stared at each other in surprise. They couldn't believe that Pang Xiao, who was in the cultivation stage of the Pill Transformation stage, could actually release such a domineering momentum.

This momentum even the soul of the cultivator who had the second level of the Tianling Realm's cultivation felt trembling, as if a ball of fire was facing a wave of tide, and was instinctively trembling.

Yan Lan stood in front of Pang Xiao for dozens of feet. His keen soul power naturally clearly sensed Pang Xiao's extraordinary power. The soul pressure he endured was much greater than that of the monks watching the battle around him.

However, Yan Lan did not show any signs of failure from beginning to end, which surprised many monks who watched the battle.

"It's really not easy for this little guy Yan Lan to withstand Pang Xiao's deathly aura!"

"Yes, they are all very strong, not ordinary. The two of them who fought in the final battle of the Martial Examination Ceremony have already surpassed their cultivation level."

"I see Pang Xiao's power. I am afraid that only those who have reached the level of cultivation to the Heavenly Spirit Realm can resist Yan Lan's danger!"

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In fact, Yan Lan's soul realm is not low, and with the Thunder Soul Soul Yuan stationed, his soul is even more comparable to that of humans. The mere fluctuations of Pang Xiao's death energy cannot shake his strange soul at all.

However, everyone felt that Yan Lan was at a disadvantage, because the fluctuations released by Yan Lan on the surface were far less powerful than Pang Xiao.

However, everyone did not know that Yan Lan's most powerful power was hidden in his body. The power of the thunder soul had been rising and stacking, hoping to defeat Pang Xiao unexpectedly with the momentum of thunder.

Only a few monks realized at this time that what they could not see was often the most dangerous. So they all held their breath and looked like torches, waiting for the moment when the two of them were in full swing.

On the viewing stage, Pang He's eyebrows trembled, his eyes revealed a hint of surprise, and then his mouth slightly grinned.

"This kid can actually cultivate the Annihilation Birth Art to this level. Even I have just realized this level. Haha, at this level, the power of the Annihilation Birth Art is no longer something that monks at the first level can resist. Yan Lan, even if you are so magical, you can't escape the fate of the death breath!"

Pang He's eyes were filled with joy. If it weren't for the identity of the leader of the clan, according to his personality, he would have wanted to laugh.

Yan Lan quietly stared at Pang Xiao with a arrogant face, and the power of the thunder soul had accumulated to 50%.

"Now, my soul power has been compressed twice, and 50% of the thunder soul-devouring power is probably enough to cause a heavy blow to Pang Xiao. However, for the sake of family dignity and new hatred, I will exert 60% of the thunder soul power. This power will definitely be much more powerful than the thunder soul that attacked the elders of the Pang family in the Uncursed Mountains."

Yan Lan raised a fierce arc at the corner of his mouth, his eyes condensed, and the power of the thunder soul was raised up one percent crazily.

Another 40% is for guaranteed use. If Pang Xiao has any powerful magic weapon to defend against the soul, and his attack is invalid, and the power of the thunder soul is exhausted, he will become a lamb to be slaughtered.

Suddenly, Yan Lan's pupils tightened, and Pang Xiao shouted suddenly, and the rolling dead energy suddenly contracted. The undead energy between heaven and earth swarmed towards Pang Xiao as if under the order of the undead.

Many monks were shocked, but Pang He's smile was even more intense. In his slightly narrowed old eyes, two great treasures seemed to reflect, emitting a fanatical light.

The thick dead aura compressed violently, wrapping Pang Xiao around him.

Yan Lan was slightly shocked. At this moment, Pang Xiao was wrapped in the dark and shiny dead aura, looking like a ghost of hell.

"Hahaha, Yan's son, I want you to die in this battle!"

Pang Xiao was extremely satisfied with the power fluctuations he released, and his arrogant voice resounded throughout the martial arts test venue.

"This is not a competition, but a life-and-death battle!"

"Oh my God, what a strange technique. The Annihilation Life Art is so powerful that it is imaginative. No wonder it is sealed!"

Many monks witnessed the power of the Annihilation Life Art with their own eyes, and couldn't help but lick their dry lips, and their eyes released the light of greed and desire.

"Let me die!"

Yan Lan's body trembled, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

He originally only planned to defeat Pang Xiao, because he did not yet have the strength to defeat the Pang family, so he had to act cautiously for the entire family.

But now, Pang Xiao said wildly that he wanted his life. No matter how kind and conservative he was, he was no longer rational, but cowardly.

"What is more terrifying than death?" Yan Lan murmured quietly, "It's better to die than life! I want to completely defeat your soul, so that you can live, but not as good as to die. Because I want to keep you a bad life and let you see with your own eyes how the arrogant Pang family finally overturned under my hands."

Yan Lan's mouth raised a cruel arc, and the power of the thunder soul increased to 70% without hesitation.

He believed that the thunder soul devouring soul with 70% soul power was enough to be three or four times higher than the saturated thunder soul devouring soul. After all, even the elders of the Pang family in the Tianling Realm in the Nascent Soul Stage were bombarded. Pang Xiao, who was in the Yuandan stage of the Tianshi Realm, had his soul definitely could not withstand the thunder soul devouring soul with 70% soul power.

The entire martial arts examination venue was in a state of solemnity.

Yan Lan and Pang Xiao each had their own power, just like a long bow that would have a power that would have been poured into a thousand miles.

In the silence, a sharp roar suddenly came.

"Wan Mie Senluo!"

Yan Lan bit his teeth and saw Pang Xiao's body transform into thousands of figures, and countless mysterious black figures separated from Pang Xiao's body like peacocks spreading their tails. Each black shadow had a hideous face and a waft of death.

In the end, countless black shadows formed a huge ball, wrapping Yan Lan in like a mountain pressing down on the top.

Yan Lan raised his head and saw in the blink of an eye, he was shrouded in thousands of shadows, and the surroundings were extremely dark, and there was no light at all.

Seeing Pang Xiao's great power, the people of the Pang family stood up one after another, waved their fists high, brewing the carnival of final victory that seemed to be within reach.

Pang He's mouth had an arc of ecstasy, and his plump body couldn't help but tremble, trembling in ecstasy. He believed that no matter how powerful Yan Lan was, it would be impossible to break through Wanmi Senluo.

Wanmie Senluo, this is a powerful trick that can allow the monks in the Pill-Cultivation Stage to surpass the level to kill the masters of the Nascent Soul Stage. No matter how strong Yan Lan is, she is still 108,000 miles away from the Nascent Soul Stage.

At this moment, the Yan clan members did not dare to breathe for a moment, so they could only clench their fists and secretly encourage Yan Lan.

Ling Yu's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly, but her eyes were as clear as a quiet lake. Her stubborn pink lips were tightly closed, demonstrating her unparalleled trust in Yan Lan.

Sun Laozhu and Zhuniu and other powerful people were all tense, especially Sun Lie. The Sun family's lifeline was tied to Yan Lan's body, and Yan Lan's victory or defeat was a huge pound.

Although they believed in Yan Lan, the battlefield was full of various variables and various fates that could not be predicted by ordinary monks.
Chapter completed!