Yan Lan's soul realm has reached the peak of the seventh level of the human realm, and has sufficient reliable soul power to lock in the figure of the second elder of the Jiuyan Infant Transformation Period.

How can the body movement be comparable to the soul power tracking level?

The hand of the god of death was like a maggot attached to the bones, following the figure of the second elder.

Seeing that with his cultivation level, the second elder was unable to escape the hand of the God of Death, he immediately became furious: "Child Yan Lan, do you really think I am incompetent?"

After saying that, the second elder took a breath of anger, raised his hands quietly, and a huge force condensed between his palms.

Yan Lan sensed that this force was enough to cut the mountains and shake the wind and clouds.

"Is this the strength of the Jiuyan Infant's Change Period?"

Yan Lan whispered softly in his heart. At this moment, even his mind was shocked. A feeling of looking up at the mountains lingered in his heart, making him immediately feel the urge to surrender.

"The gap between the six and nine and three, can make me look up to it so much. No wonder, through ancient times, there are only a handful of people who have reached the nine and nine infancy stage. With a territory of millions of miles and such a huge area, only the tenth cultivation on the battle list has reached this level over the years."

Yan Lan was shocked in an instant, and then her pupils shrank, and she shouted coldly: "No, how can I surrender if I just make me in the Jiuyan Infant period?"

In the mind, the power of death has spread 40%.

Yan Lan only has 60% of Qingming Festival left.

"I just need to keep 10% clear and clear to activate the greatest power of death. Today, I must kill the second elder. Even if he is one of the tenth cultivators on the battlefield!"

The spirit-eating vortex surging and reversed, and the more powerful power of the God of Death spread out in a vast way.

Yan Lan's pupils almost turned gray.

The hand of the god of death surged several times, and its momentum was burning towards the second elder.

The second elder did not dodge or avoid, and his eyebrows spread out hundreds of palm prints in an instant behind him.

It is like a lotus blooming, or like the sun coming to the world, its magnificent power is breathtaking.

"Children Yan Lan, you have the hand of death, I have the hand of Tianyang, which can overcome the power of evil spirits!"

The second elder looked solemn and smiled strangely. When his hands were closed, hundreds of palm prints gathered instantly and turned into a huge palm dozens of feet, shining with dazzling light like the sun, and headed towards the hand of the god of death.

"Boom..."

The two palms banged each other, and the huge explosions exploded in the palms.

One yin and one yang, one light and one dark, like a natural mortal enemy, entangled with each other.

The second elder was originally confident, but after blinking, he frowned and said in surprise: "How is it possible? The Tianyang Hand I sacrificed with the cultivation level of the Jiuyanying period, should have destroyed the Death God's Hand like a shattering death. Unexpectedly, this son could be in a stalemate with me. The Death God's Hand is really the Death God's Hand?"

At this moment, Yan Lan felt very uncomfortable. Not only was the power of the God of Death surging wildly in his body, but the Qingming in his mind was also gradually extinguished.

If it is completely extinguished, Yan Lan will lose his intelligence and completely become a killing demon who is inseparable from the enemy and the others.

By then, Yan Lan might be truly regarded as the God of Death.

The third and fourth elders of the Xuan clan immediately ordered all the puppet-killing and ferocious beasts to avoid them far away.

If the Yin and Yang palms explode, the explosive power generated will probably be no less than the power of the previous thunder.

The power of thunder is at least limited to the range filled with water mist.

And the power of the two Yin and Yang palms exploded is enough to sweep the area thousands of miles away.

Thinking of the power of thunder, the third elder and the fourth elder both felt inexplicable fear.

In this life, they did not want to experience such an explosion. The explosion not only caused them to be injured by shock, but also lost dozens of puppet killing puppets, which was extremely painful.

Yan Lan forced the last trace of Qingming Festival and said to the barefoot old ghost: "Master, go quickly!"

The barefoot old ghost was about to hesitate, and Yan Lan roared: "Go away!"

The barefoot old ghost bit his teeth, pinched his hand gestures, and laid hundreds of defenses around Yan Lan, and then he turned around and avoided them step by step.

"puff……"

A stream of black blood gushed out from Yan Lan's mouth.

Yan Lan can use the power of a golden Buddha to protect his body, but once he does this, it means that the power of the Death Hand will be weakened by him personally.

At this moment, the only thing Yan Lan could do was to rely on the power of the thunder soul to guard the last trace of clarity of mind.

"What if the old man from Xuan clan, the tenth cultivation of the battle list?"

Yan Lan shouted violently, and his strong fighting spirit was passed on to the hands of the God of Death.

The hand of the god of death closed its five fingers and actually grabbed the second elder's Tianyang hand.

"boom……"

It's like the stars shattering, it's like the destruction of the fierce sun.

The dazzling brilliance shines the sky thousands of miles so that the sun loses its glory.

The huge air waves caused the air to form several heavy bubbles, and then it exploded unstoppably.

Yan Lan felt his mind gradually blurred, and the roar of surging shaking his eardrums and souls. A huge force flew away his body, and a large amount of black blood spurted out, and his body fell to the earth.

Yan Lan's fall trajectory was filled with a dark aura, like the desolate stars, desolate and tragic.

The second elder also vomited a lot of blood, and his breath was sluggish. The huge impact shocked his body and shot uncontrollably towards the sky.

The barefoot old ghost looked bitter and shouted: "Yan Lan!"

Immediately, the old ghost turned into a stream of light, shot towards Yan Lan, and picked up Yan Lan.

The six golden scale king python saw that the owner was injured, and then he burst into tears, wrapped Yan Lan in the center, and looked vigilantly at the murderous puppet and ferocious beasts thousands of miles away.

The third elder and fourth elder of the Xuan clan were shocked and quickly flew up to take over the second elder who had been thrown away.

Inside the Xuan clan’s ancestral tower, in front of the light curtain.

At that moment of explosion, even the light curtain shaking violently.

Xuanshan Gu said in surprise: "With the second elder's cultivation level, he will use his Tianyang hand with all his strength. Even if I face it myself, I will have to use extreme tricks to fight. Yan Lan, who is a mere six-infant infancy, can actually compete with him, and even cause the second elder to suffer backlash. The magic tricks this son practices are so terrifying."

Xuan Gu nodded slightly, his face showing a very rare solemn expression. He pondered for a little while, and said coldly: "Forget it, our clan has paid such a heavy price, which can be considered to have seriously injured and unconscious. Today, we must capture this son and bring him back. The three elders will first destroy Yan Lan's spiritual wisdom and control his soul, so as not to cause any changes."

There was a saying that Xuan Gu did not say: "Even if this boy is in a coma, he has a heart-wrenching power. No one knows when he will open his eyes. But as soon as he opens his eyes, he will burst out with incalculable power."

...

Thousands of miles above the sky, the barefoot old ghost looked at Yan Lan, who was filled with deathly aura, and his mind was in a state of great pain. He immediately activated his powerful spiritual power and tried his best to drive away the deathly aura on Yan Lan.

Thousands of miles away, the second elder was supported by three or four elders, and then he spit out a mouthful of blood before he could stabilize his body.

The second elder repeatedly tapped the acupoints around his body and adjusted his breathing a few times. His face turned red. He looked at Yan Lan coldly and narrowed his eyes and said, "I have been practicing for thousands of years, and no one has ever hurt me to this point. Yan Lan can do it. He died in my hands today, so he is enough to be proud." (To be continued.)
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