Yan Lan clenched his fists and stared at the sixth elder of the Xuan clan in coldness.

The cultivation of the sixth elder of the Xuan clan lingered out a strong aura, almost suffocating Yan Lan.

The disciples of Gangtian Sect were wandering between Yan Lan and the Sixth Elders of the Xuan Clan. They didn't understand where Yan Lan had captured the Seventh Elders of the Xuan Clan.

The barefoot old ghost knew the power of the Sixth Elder of the Xuan clan. He showed caution, suppressed the internal injuries, stood up slowly, came to Yan Lan, and said, "Sixth Elder, the seventh Elder's cultivation is so powerful. You ask my disciple where he went, wouldn't it be ridiculous?"

The sixth elder of the Xuan clan looked cold and his sharp eyes glanced around Yan Lan. He didn't believe that Yan Lan had the strength to hide the seventh elder. However, the seventh elder disappeared instantly, and it must have nothing to do with the ancient treasure on Yan Lan's body.

The reason why the Sixth Elder did not take action was that he was concerned about the treasures on Yan Lan. Although he was not sure, he would rather believe that they had than they did not. After all, several elders of the Xuan clan had disappeared without a trace because of Yan Lan and were difficult to find.

The sixth elder of the Xuan clan snorted coldly and said, "Barefoot old ghost, don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Your disciple Yan Lan is extremely evil, I'm afraid that even you will not be able to understand his background. You are not afraid that one day he will bite you. At that time, with your ability, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make a big deal!"

The barefoot old ghost smiled and said, "Old thief, my destiny is not something you need to worry about. In today's battle, you and I will be incompatible. If you want to take action, even if I escape into the cycle of reincarnation, I will still pull you. If you don't believe it, you can give it a try."

After saying that, a powerful aura burst out from the barefoot old ghost.

Yan Lan frowned slightly. He noticed that although the barefoot old ghost was powerful, there was a slight tremor, which was obviously caused by the serious injury.

Yan Lan leaned slightly towards the barefoot old ghost, and his mind locked in the ancient thunder punishment certificate. At this time, only the ancient thunder punishment certificate can suppress the momentum of the six elders of the Xuan clan.

"Hahaha……"

The sixth elder of the Xuan clan smiled wildly. The momentum of his body also surged and shouted: "It's so powerful that one person is incompatible. Today, I will destroy you mobs. I have enough strength to do it alone."

After saying that, the six elders of the Xuan clan made gestures with both hands and actually used two killing formations to attack the barefoot old ghost and Yan Lan respectively.

When the killing formation was launched, Yan Lan felt that Mount Tai was pressing on the top. She couldn't move her body half an inch.

"Old Master Ghost, be careful!"

"Junior Brother Yan, be careful!"

“…”

The disciples of Gangtian Sect exclaimed, their cultivation was powerless at this moment.

Suddenly, Yan Lan shouted: "Old thief, you are looking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Lan's thunder soul surging, breaking through the lock of the seven elders' aura, and immediately opened the sheath of the ancient sacrificial sheath. He held the handle of the ancient sacrificial in his right hand, and his murderous intent surged in his eyes. With a roar, the ancient sacrificial thunder came out.

Suddenly, a transparent space ripple expanded in all directions with Yan Lan as the center.

A thunder power that looked down on the world was sacrificed in Yan Lan's hands, like the mysterious thunder of the sky, descending on Yan Lan's hands.

Everyone took a breath of cold air. For a moment, they felt that they had become extremely small, and Yan Lan was like a thunder mountain that was hundreds of millions of miles high, standing tall in front of them.

The expression of the sixth elder of the Xuan clan changed drastically. This thunderous power made him taste the taste of death.

"Is this... this the ancient treasure?"

A trace of greed and surprise flashed in the heart of the Sixth Elder of the Xuan clan, but in an instant, these emotions were wiped out, and the Sixth Elder's mind was completely filled with fear.

"No……"

Facing the light of the ancient sacred letter, the Sixth Elder even had the power to move his body. He could only look up at the sky and roar unwillingly.

The light of the ancient book was like a torrent of thunder and lightning, pouring out wildly, hitting the body of the sixth elder of the Xuan clan, as if it was a huge wave, slapped at a flying bird on the lonely reef.

"boom……"

With a shocking explosion, the sixth elder of the Xuan clan lost his soul and his body turned into powder, and he could no longer find any. Only a storage ring was left, which turned into a faint light and penetrated into Yan Lan's sleeve.

At the same time, in the Xuan clan ancestral hall, the soul jade slip of the Sixth Elder shattered with a "reminder".

The sixth elders of the Xuan clan were completely destroyed in both form and spirit, and died more thoroughly than the eighth elders and the ninth elders. At least, the jade slips of the two elders were just dull and still had a trace of vitality.

After one breath, the ancient thunder penalty was not controlled by Yan Lan and was penetrated into the sheath.

Yan Lan took a deep breath. Every time he sacrificed the ancient thunder penalty, he felt frightened. Because he could not control the ancient thunder penalty at all, he had to choose what time to sacrifice the ancient thunder penalty. And in one day, he had only one choice, and each time he sacrificed only one breath.

After a few breaths, the barefoot old ghost came to his senses and looked at the Lei Fei Gu Di behind Yan Lan. He now fully believed that the death of the Fourth Patriarch was entirely due to the backlash of the Lei Fei Gu Di. Such power was definitely not something their power could resist.

The barefoot old ghost was very curious about why Yan Lan could possess the magical power of controlling the ancient thunder punishment. He was sure that if he did not get the recognition of the ancient thunder punishment, no one among them would be able to use the ancient thunder punishment, and would even be backfired and die.

All the disciples came to their senses in a daze until the majestic aura completely dissipated.

Previously, many people have seen the scene of the Fourth Ancestor being backfired by the ancient thunder punishment. However, compared to Yan Lan's anger to use the ancient thunder punishment to kill the enemy, his original power was far less than one-tenth of today.

Everyone's eyes fell on the ancient certificate behind Yan Lan and subconsciously swallowed. Although they knew that killing the six elders of the Xuan clan was all relying on the ancient certificate of Thunder Punishment, Yan Lan could actually make the ancient certificate of Thunder Punishment for his envoy, which was simply unbelievable.

It's like a high-ranking god of killing, willing to obey an ant.

Even if you only obey orders for one breath every day, it is enough to be shocking.

Tongli, Shi Xu, Beifeng's heart could not be calm for a long time. They watched Yan Lan become stronger step by step. Although they felt the shock brought to them again and again, they should have been numb, but every time they witnessed it with their own eyes, they still felt shocked.

Yan Lan looked at the five ancestors fighting thousands of miles away and said in a deep voice: "The three puppets are immortal, and today's crisis is uncertain. Master, you can take all the senior brothers and sisters to retreat to the mountain gate. I will help the three ancestors to subdue the puppets."

The barefoot old ghost was about to hesitate, but when he saw Yan Lan's gaze was strong and knew that Yan Lan was sure, he would do this. He immediately turned around and ordered the disciples to retreat to the mountain gate.

Yan Lan stood in the air, shook her body and stepped into the space of the Nether Fire.

At this time, the seven elders of the Xuan clan were being beaten by the Youhuo Huo Whip, and their momentum was sluggish.

Xuanye, who was squatting in the corner, became more afraid and did not dare to make any moves.

Yan Lan came to the side of the Seventh Elder, her eyes turned cold, and the mighty power of the alien beast soul rose up in the sky.

Although the strange beast Zilin is still sleeping, Yan Lan is in contact with the soul of the strange beast and can call for some of the soul power of the strange beast without disturbing the purple steel.

The power of the alien beast soul turned into a beast seal, condensed in Yan Lan's palm, blooming dazzling light.

"Seven Elders, you forced me!"

Yan Lan's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he carried the purple-in-beast seal and slapped the seventh elder's heavenly spirit. (To be continued.)
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