Before Yan Lan finished speaking, the dark powerful man's hand paused, his expression was stagnant, and his eyes showed an unbelievable light.??????

"How...how could this happen?"

The dark strong man lowered his head and looked at the Nascent Soul who was pierced by Yan Lan's sword in horror. For the first time, he felt that the vitality was passing so quickly.

Yan Lan smiled coldly and whispered: "Don't despise my sharpness, otherwise you will die unexpectedly."

After saying that, the sword tip swirled, and the dark and powerful Nascent Soul burst, and the powerful dead aura immediately gushed out.

"Well, I like this dead smell the most. Since you sent it, I'm not polite."

Yan Lan raised his left palm and the dead air was absorbed by him.

After doing all this, Yan Lan smiled proudly and stared at the remaining eighteen dark powerful men.

Yan Lan's smile revealed a little treacherous. Just now, he condensed a golden supernatural power and followed the Red Molten Sword and stabbed into the dark Yuanying quietly.

The golden superpower is the nemesis of the evil spirit. This dead energy has not yet reached the level of annihilation of the dead energy, and it is simply difficult to resist in front of the golden superpower. Therefore, it is broken with one stab, without any suspense.

Yan Lan did all this in a very secretive way. No one could see his methods on the cultivator.

When dealing with bloody and cruel guys like Xuanzong, Yan Lan will not be stubborn about using only any means. Of course, in order to establish the majesty of Tiangang Sect, his secret moves will not be used with great fanfare.

The dark collar's eyes sank, suppressing the shock. He never expected that Yan Lan was not afraid of their death, but also liked them very much.

This dead energy was, but they had unimaginable pain, and they merged with the Nascent Soul, and their bodies became different from humans and ghosts. However, Yan Lan still looked as usual and as intact as before, which was really strange.

"Yan Lan, don't show off your strength. This dead spirit will sooner or later make you doomed. There is no need to pretend to behave in front of me."

The dark black collar still didn't believe that Yan Lan could absorb the dead air at will, and immediately shouted loudly.

Yan Lan smiled faintly and said, "It has nothing to do with you whether you are arrogant or not. Even if I die, you have no life to see it. Now, I will come to take your bad life."

Yan Lan held the sword, stepped on the void, one step at a time, and slowly walked towards the dark monk.

At this moment, the monks watching the battle held their breath and focused their minds, because they felt that Yan Lan, who looked calm, was already furious.

"All those who offend my Tiangang Sect will die!"

A hundred feet ahead, Yan Lan raised his mouth slightly and shouted loudly. At the same time, a transparent ripples swayed around him, as if the gods falling from the sky were filled with a mysterious aura.

The dark black collar immediately shouted: "A group of nine people, the knot of the heavenly spirit movement array."

In an instant, eighteen dark powerful men formed two Huntian Spirit Moving Battle Formations.

Each battle formation has the power comparable to that of a strong man in the infant transformation stage.

Yan Lan stared at the two murderous Huntian Spirit Moving Battle Formations, felt the power of the mad domineering that spread out from the battle formation, and his eyes became sharper.

"You have no right to treat all living beings like grass, so you all have to die!"

Yan Lan suddenly put away the Red Sword and slowly pinched his hands, and the breath scattered around him became more and more boiling.

The audience was puzzled, and even the Tiangang Sect members were a little confused. The sword edge can help the momentum. When the enemy was facing, I couldn't figure out why Yan Lan put away the sword.

"Haha, what an arrogant little beast, you dream. You, kill him."

The dark strong man ordered a battle formation to kill Yan Lan.

The battle formation moves horizontally, with a brilliant power, and a magnificent death aura, it looks even more mysterious and richer than a dark monk.

After a while, Yan Lan's power accumulated to the peak, and the distance between him and the Huntian Ling Movement Formation was less than fifty feet away.

"Tiangang Forbidden Art!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Lan's body suddenly flashed with golden light, and then a golden transparent phantom stood out from his body. The golden phantom spread her arms forward and her fingers stretched out, and the phantom became bigger and bigger. After a breath, the golden phantom's palms were thirty feet long, releasing a strange sound of blasting, and directly towards the Huntian Ling's battle formation and grabbed it horizontally.

"Heaven-Ni-Sacrifice-Soul!"

Yan Lan paused word by word and shouted heavily. Then, two golden palms closed suddenly.

"boom!"

The golden palms collided violently with the battle formation, the sound waves swept through hundreds of miles, and the aftermath swept across thousands of miles. The powerful people watching the battle a hundred miles away felt a powerful thrust, which made them feel extremely depressed.

With casual hands, the golden palms actually wrapped the Huntian Ling's movement battle formation in the palm and held it tightly.

The elders of the Tiangang Sect such as Hong Huan, Qing Hong, Qing Yu instantly became petrified, and an incredible light burst out from their eyes.

Hong Huan took a deep breath and said in surprise: "Tiangang Forbidden Art, this technique is powerful and domineering, but it is extremely difficult to practice. When will Yan Lan cultivate this gate forbidden Art?"

Qinghong's breathing was a little rapid, and he said, "With Yan Lan's talent, it is not difficult to cultivate this technique. However, the reason why Tian Ni's soul sacrifice is called the Forbidden Art is that its power is too powerful, which hurts the enemy ten times and damages itself seven points. Yan Lan did this, and I was worried that he could not withstand the backlash of the Forbidden Art."

Qingyu gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, the forbidden technique is an existence that cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth. Yan Lan is really a bit arrogant."

Zi Yi browsed and whispered: "Master, Dad used to use this technique to save my brother and I from Xuanzong, but he did not kill the other party. Perhaps, my brother has too deep resentment towards Xuanzong, so he wants to realize his unfulfilled wish for Dad."

Qinghong shook his head and sighed. He could imagine how quickly Qingxuan lost his vitality after using Tian Ni's soul sacrifice under severe injuries.

"We should have confidence in Yan Lan. He is not a reckless person."

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out, and everyone looked at it when they heard the sound, and the words were actually spoken from Tong Yi's mouth.

Qingshu's face stretched out and she smiled and said, "I am justified. Yan Lan has never overestimated her ability for a long time. Perhaps if he uses the forbidden technique, he will not encounter too many backlashes."

Everyone's expressions were slightly slower, and their spiritual consciousness continued to pour on Yan Lan.

A hundred miles away, the monks watched were all different expressions and thoughts.

"Yan Lan actually used the Tiangang Forbidden Art. Forbidden Art is not a fun thing. If you can't do it, you will hurt others and yourself."

"He has no choice, either. He said before that he would use the Tiangang Sect magic technique to kill the dark forces. Apart from using the forbidden technique, there might be no other way."

"Yes, the dark forces are not so easy to kill, otherwise they would not have destroyed so many sects."

"The power of the forbidden technique is indeed extraordinary. A hundred miles apart, my soul can't help but shake."

“…”

While everyone was talking, Yan Lan tried his best to urge Tian Ni to sacrifice the soul.

The golden palms were fighting a fierce battle with the Huntian Ling.

One is the strongest forbidden technique of Tiangang Gate, and the other is the strongest battle formation of Xuanzong.

One is Yan Lan and the other is the combination of nine dark powerful men.

The two strong men met, like a stunning ray of wheat. For a moment, the two sides were in a stalemate.

"Forbidden Art, hahaha, the Huntian Spirit Movement Array is also close to the Forbidden Art. Let's see how we break your Forbidden Art!"

The dark black man immediately roared, and his death aura then boiled violently.

"boom!"

"boom!"

“…”

Suddenly, the golden palms fluctuated violently, and in the battle formation, two dark powerful men were blessed by spiritual power and were violently bombarding the golden palms.

As the bombardment became faster and faster, the golden palms gradually became thinner.

Yan Lan's eyes narrowed, and he smiled coldly, "The Tiangang Forbidden Art is not as simple as you imagined." (To be continued.)

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Chapter completed!