"Buzz!"

The ancient bowl of the Suiyan sounded lightly, and the light shone brightly. After a moment, it returned to calm.?                    ??

Yan Lan turned his head and looked at it. In the ancient bowl, a wisp of faint fire was floating quietly, without the previous violent and burning heat.

"call!"

Yan Lan exhaled heavily, her body shook slightly, but she did not fall down.

Wuse slowly stood up, looking extremely haggard, as if most of the energy had been squeezed out, and even his breath revealed disorder.

"Yan Lan, Ruan Yan lost control of the Nether Prison and the Nether Fire, and thus the Nether Light. Next, fighting with him is no different from being outside. Everything depends on the level of cultivation."

Yan Lan nodded when she heard this, and then heard Wuse continue, "I have no extra combat power, where are you?"

Yan Lan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "My soul has suffered severe damage, I am afraid that I can't even hold the sword tightly."

Wuse also smiled helplessly and said, "This Ruan Yan has at least the cultivation level of the Second Yanying Infant's Change Stage. Even if he loses the control of the Nether Prison and Underworld Lamp, he still has extremely powerful strength. It will be not that easy to kill him."

Yan Lan turned his head and looked at Ruan Yan who was struggling in the magnificent golden Buddha power. At this moment, the golden Buddha power was devouring the remaining Netherworld Fire of the Netherworld Fire. Ruan Yan and Netherworld Fire had already merged into one, so Ruan Yan would also feel extremely painful when devouring Netherworld Fire of the Netherworld Fire.

The pain was so painful that Ruan Yan thought he would die because of it.

However, Yan Lan and Wu Se knew that they could not do anything to Ruan Yan.

Yan Lan raised her palm, stared at the spiritual seal that was slightly flickering in her palm, and smiled and said, "Brother Wuse, let's sit and watch the show next!"

Yan Lan's mind moved, the spiritual seal in his palm lit up, and after a blink of an eye, a bald old man suddenly appeared.

The bald old man was Yan Lan found the strong man from the ground of the Feng Axe Gang and took great effort to successfully tame the Eryan Infant Transformation Stage.

Yan Lan flipped his palm. The thunder sword appeared, and he threw it casually, throwing it to the bald old man.

"We can just go aside and enjoy it."

Yan Lan patted Wuse on the shoulder. Then, the two of them dragged their tired bodies and walked towards the area covered by golden light.

Xi Chen and others looked at the bald old man, and then their eyes were all focused on Yan Lan and Wu Se.

Yan Lan and Wuse passed through the golden defense and came to everyone.

"Um!"

Yan Lan was almost covered in blood at this moment. When he arrived here, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.

"Junior Brother Yan!"

A sound of concern sounded, and a woman in white clothes, like a white lightning, fell to Yan Lan, and hugged Yan Lan in time with her slender arms.

"Junior Brother Yan!"

"Brother Yan!"

Xichen, Mo Li, Shi Xu, and Beifeng also came over immediately to check Yan Lan's condition.

Yan Lan felt dizzy in his soul, and then felt hugged by a warm and soft embrace. Then a warm and pure spiritual power surged into his limbs and bones, and even his soul was nourished.

Yan Lan sang softly, slowly opened her eyes, and felt that the person holding him was Tong Li.

I saw Tong Yi's white palm pressing against his chest. The thick spiritual power was transmitted along the palm of his hand to his body.

The others, with concern on their faces, noticed that he woke up, all smiled with relief.

Although it is nourished by spiritual power, Yan Lan's soul was severely damaged this time, and it could not be cured by ordinary spiritual power. His limbs were still weak.

Therefore, he could only lean quietly in Tonglu's arms.

He was very tired. He really wanted to take a break, no matter where he leaned on him.

"Sister Tonghua, thank you!"

Yan Lan smiled slightly and said gratefully.

Tong Qi saw Yan Lan staring at her and smiled at her. She felt her cheeks burning and her heart beat loudly. She immediately tried her best to suppress the abnormality, fearing that others would see it.

For the first time, she and Yan Lan were so close.

For the first time, Yan Lan spoke to her so focusedly and smiled at her.

The first time she took the initiative to hug a opposite sex, which was actually the first time she had physical contact with the opposite sex since she grew up.

Tong Qi also stared at Yan Lan's eyes, pursed her lips and smiled softly, and said in her calmest voice: "Junior Brother Yan, don't talk, just have a good rest first."

At this moment, Tong Qi almost couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch Yan Lan's blood-soaked face.

Xichen and Mo Li stared at Tong Wei's tenderness, then they looked at each other and smiled with understanding.

Xi Chen whispered in Mo Li's ears: "Junior Brother Yan is such a blessing. The number one beauty in this sect is in love with him."

Mo Li covered her mouth and smiled, and arched Xichen with her elbow.

"Amitabha, puff..."

Next to him, Wuse had just finished proclaiming the Buddha's name, but he couldn't help but sprayed a mouthful of blood. His blood was filled with golden light.

The Love Sword Wuchang flashed and supported Wuse, and sent the spiritual power into Wuse's body.

Wuse smiled slightly and said, "Senior Love Sword, the little monk is fine, he is just a little exhausted and his soul is a little exhausted. Fortunately, Yan Lan has been under most of the pressure for me, and his injuries must be much worse than mine."

Qing Jian Wuchang looked at Yan Lan and Wuse who were all limp, and a sense of admiration arose in his heart. Because, with his original ability, self-protection in this ghost fire space would not be a problem, but it was something that he dared not think about to rob the Nether Fire Seed.

He was not afraid of Ruan Yan, but of the Nether Prison and Nether Fire that could burn holy objects.

Yan Lan and Wu Se joined forces to rob the fire in the Youhuo Space. If this matter is spread, it will definitely be a sensation in the cultivation world.

Two young geniuses are bound to be limitless in the future.

Then, Qing Jian Wuchang smiled and said, "Wu Se, don't worry, you and Yan Lan will be fine, so let's have a good rest first."

Immediately, Qing Jian Wuchang raised his head and stared at the bald old man. He naturally knew that this person was a man who was tamed by Yan Lan and his cultivation level reached the Second Infant Change Period.

A hundred feet in front of everyone, Ruan Yan was still struggling wildly in the golden Buddha power, and the roars of pain and despair were endless.

"Yan Lan, I will not let you go, I will not let you go, ah..."

Yan Lan turned his head and smiled disdainfully. Although he destroyed the Ruan family, he did not feel guilty about the Ruan family at all.

At the beginning, the Ruan family took the initiative to provoke Ziyi, and outside the Ziqu Forest, the Ruan family incited monks to besiege him and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Even the Ruan family mobilized hundreds of monks and stabbed them hard while the Tiangang Sect was in danger.

Even in the palace, after the Ruan family conspiracy was exposed, the Ruan family took the initiative to kill him.

If Yan Lan hadn't had some tricks and was more lucky, he would have died several times long ago.

God can live if he commits evil, but he can't live if he commits evil.

Yan Lan bit her teeth and moved her mind, and she passed the bald old man a killing order.

Although the bald old man lost his intelligence, his cultivation level was still there, and with the help of the thunder sword, his power increased sharply.

After a sword, Ruan Yan's body was beaten to appear.

The bald old man did not wait for Ruan Yan to be verbose again, and the sword light completely enveloped Ruan Yan like a storm.

After ten breaths, Ruan Yan was completely wiped out.

The bald old man grabbed a storage ring with his hand, which was Ruan Yan's storage ring.

Then, the bald old man gathered his sword and came to the vicinity of the golden light area, standing still.

"call……"

It was not until this moment that everyone breathed a sigh of relief. (To be continued.)

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