Yan Lan, Wuse and Lu Sheng exchanged their eyes.

Then, Yan Lan looked at the mighty Bagua Seal and advanced instead of retreating. Amid the screams of the cultivators, he roared angrily, raised his right hand, stretched out to his back, and opened the sheath.

“Buzz…”

The ancient thunder and punishment was unsheathed again, and the wide sword body buzzed and spread thousands of miles.

"Old man, if you have the ability, you can block my sword!"

The thunder can flow and pours straight towards the lonely mountain.

"boom……"

The Bagua Seal collapsed at the touch, and Xuanshan's lonely expression changed drastically, suffered backlash and retreated extremely.

No matter how fast you retreat, how can you get the thunder penalty and the ancient sacrificial decree be quickly taken down?

In the blink of an eye, Xuanshan was swallowed by the torrent of thunder.

At that moment, Yan Lan's eyes condensed, and he vaguely saw a sword body flashing on Xuanshan alone, and then collapsed under the power of the Gudian sword.

After one breath, the ancient certificate returned to the sheath.

When he returned to the sheath, Yan Lan sensed a spiritual sense from the woman who killed the thunder: "The power I used was controlled to the range that happened to kill the other party, but the old guy had a strange treasure to protect his body, which was beyond my expectations, so the sword only hurt him. Today I have already fired a sword, and you can do it yourself next!"

Yan Lan was stunned. At this time, Wuse held a golden giant stick in his hand, jumped up, and poured out towards Xuanshan Gu.

"boom……"

The golden rod was broken and turned into an ancient bowl, returning to Wuse's hands.

Xuanshan was filled with a boiling momentum, and under the golden rod, it had not fallen to the earth.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Qian danced with both hands, and a finger condensed by countless curse seals suddenly pressed towards Xuanshan's lonely head.

Countless curse seals rushed into Xuanshan's lonely head.

Xuanshan's face looked painful, but the murderous intent in his pupils never dissipated.

The murderous intention has not dispersed, which means that Xuanshan is always awake after being bombarded and killed repeatedly.

However, Xuanshan Gu was caught off guard by a series of extreme moves, and was previously backfired by his own extreme moves. He could not use his ultimate move to fight in the blink of an eye.

Yan Lan saw that the three of them were unable to kill Xuanshan Gu, and was shocked and said, "This old man has such a strong ability to resist the attack."

Wuse and Lu Sheng’s ultimate move have been completed.

Yan Lan shouted in his heart: "Thunder Soul Devouring Soul!"

Yan Lan activated the majestic thunder soul and released the strongest move of the thunder soul attack - the Thunder soul devouring soul.

Xuanshan Gu Gang had the power to fight back, and suddenly felt five thunders rushing to the top, and his entire soul seemed to explode.

"Death is coming!"

Under Yan Lan's soul, the spirit-devouring vortex immediately reversed.

A hand of death, boiling with the energy of death, grabbed Xuanshan Gu fiercely.

"Boom..."

The entire sky trembled under a series of extreme moves.

Xuanshan Gu felt another palm on his soul, which immediately made his life disappear wildly.

"roar……"

Xuanshan roared angrily, accompanied by a large amount of blood mist sprayed out, his soul boiled, and the meridians around him instantly turned red.

Yan Lan was shocked: "The ultimate ban technique of the Xuan clan. Ancient pattern ban body!"

Before he could think too much, Yan Lan brought the Heisha and the Tiger Evil out of the Nether Fire Space, then grabbed Wuse and Lu Sheng and retreated frantically.

Hei Sha and Hu Sha appeared, and immediately joined forces and rushed towards Xuanshan Gu.

"Swish..."

The explosion was boiling, and the powerful impact instantly rushed more than 30 monks thousands of miles away.

Even Gong Zushu and others, who were thousands of feet away, were shocked and their eyes widened.

Yan Lan and the other two were hit by the explosion and flew back thousands of miles before they stabilized their bodies.

The center of the explosion was shrouded in a circle of thick white mist with a diameter of hundreds of feet.

Neither spiritual consciousness nor eyesight can penetrate it.

It seems like a forbidden area, radiating the breath of death.

Lu Sheng widened his eyes and said, "Is Xuanshan alone dead?"

Wuse clasped his hands together, and a rare solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Yan Lan gritted his teeth and said, "Even if he doesn't die, he will lose most of his combat power, so it's not to be afraid!"

More than thirty monks and the three alliances of powerful monks all explored their spiritual consciousness and tried their best to pay attention to all of this.

The fall of the monk who was cultivating the tenth battle list is almost a rare event in a century.

If Xuanshan Gu really died, and died at the hands of three young men under twenty years old, it would definitely be a major event that shocked the territory of millions of miles.

After a long time, there was no movement in the white mist.

Gradually, the white mist dissipated and became smaller and smaller until it disappeared without a trace.

Yan Lan's eyes shone away, and he saw an old man in rags, his head was messy, his body was covered in mist and his blue smoke evaporated.

There was also a black fog figure, and the fog was turbulent, as if it was seriously injured.

"Tiger Evil, Tiger Evil is gone? Could it be... dead?"

Yan Lan exclaimed in his heart that he had not been with Hu Sha for a long time, but Hu Sha helped him fight against the siege of the second elder of the Xuan clan, and shared life and death together, which had a trace of emotion.

Lu Sheng exclaimed: "How is it possible? Xuanshan Gu is not dead yet, he..."

Yan Lan's fist tightened and shot towards Xuanshan Gu.

A hundred feet away from Xuanshan, Yan Lan stopped beside Heisha and said with concern: "Heisha, are you okay?"

The black fog surging on Heisha's body a few times, and he said coldly: "Master, I can't die. This old guy has such a strong cultivation level and has a unique treasure to protect him. I can't kill him for a while. This is the remnant soul of Tiger Evil. With the power of Master, it may give it a trace of vitality."

Yan Lan took over the soul of the tiger evil spirit, his breath was weak, and he sighed slightly, and immediately stopped.

"Old man, aren't you dead?"

Yan Lan snorted coldly, and crazily sacrificed the sacred power of his body, turning it into a palm, and heading straight for the lofty mountain in Xuanshan.

Xuanshan's lonely body shook, and he could raise his palms to resist.

"puff……"

After receiving Yan Lan's palm, Xuanshan Gu spewed out bloody mist, and his vitality withered a little.

However, Xuanshan Gu still had not fallen to the ground, but pressed his chest and stared at Yan Lan fiercely.

"Children Yan Lan, I underestimated you, hahaha... But you can still kill me if you use all your means. But I can kill you, hahaha..."

Xuanshan laughed wildly, and his hatred for Yan Lan and the other two had reached its peak.

Wuse said in surprise: "No, he wants to explode his soul!"

Yan Lan quickly sacrificed the Netherworld Lamp, grabbed Wuse and Lu Shang, and escaped into the Netherfire Space.

"boom……"

The huge power of the soul's self-destruction was like a huge sun, illuminating the sky tens of thousands of miles.

"Puff puff puff..."

Thousands of miles away, the monk watching the battle was immediately touched by Yu Zhao, and his mouth was gushing out of blood, flying backwards uncontrollably.

Among them, the cultivators below the Five Infant Transformation Period immediately shattered their bodies and their souls collapsed, and their bodies and spirits were destroyed.

A monk in the Six-Yan Infant Transformation Stage will be destroyed by the physical body and the soul will be severely damaged.

Only a very small number of cultivators in the seven-infant transformation stage kept their body intact. They were so shocked that they hugged their heads and ran away without daring to stay for another breath.

The first time, when Yan Lan fought with the strong man, the monks who watched the battle were killed and injured.

Yan Lan hid in the Guhuo Space and felt that the Netherworld Light was hit thousands of miles away. Even his mind was affected and he let out a heavy breath. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!