When the five thousand monks saw Lu Shang and Yan Lan intimate, they immediately showed envious eyes.

Being able to have a good relationship with such a stunning cultivator as Yan Lan is not only a strong backstage, but also has great benefits for cultivation.

Many of the monks who were good at being with the Xuan clan, when they saw that the Xuan Valley was gone, Yan Lan looked calm and secretly complained that something was wrong in his heart. He immediately had the idea of ​​having good friends with Yan Lan.

However, they had not yet confirmed whether Xuan Gu was really dead, so they had to wait quietly.

Peng Shan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's fine if you're fine, where is the old thief in Xuangu?"

The cultivators immediately held their breath and concentrated. They had wanted to ask, but they didn't dare to ask.

Yan Lan smiled with a proud look on her face: "From now on, there will be no such person as Xuan Gu in the world!"

Peng Shan glared at him and said in disbelief: "Xuan... Xuan Gu is dead?"

Yan Lan nodded.

"hiss……"

All the monks took a breath, all of them were dumbfounded and their minds roared.

The shock caused by killing Xuangu is no less than an ant pushing down a towering tree.

The Third Ancestor was also slightly stunned and then breathed a deep breath of relief. As a result, the Xuan clan's great trouble was finally no longer a sharp sword hanging on the Gangtian Gate.

Gong Zushu, Broken Chi Jinghong, Feng Hebai, Mo Yejian and others, their expressions changed drastically, and their eyes suddenly looked sharp.

Lu Sheng clapped his hands violently and said excitedly: "Haha, I said a long time ago that you will definitely win. Boss Yan Lan, you are so scary. You just rely on your own strength to push down the giant Xuan clan, the mysterious person!"

The cultivators nodded and agreed.

Yan Lan smiled and said, "Brother Lu, you can't say that. If it weren't for the efforts of everyone in this sect, if it weren't for the help of you and Brother Wuse, I would have died tragically under the Xuan clan."

The Third Ancestor smiled happily. Yan Lan had such a heart, and he was truly a true dragon among humans.

The cultivators of Gangtian Sect breathed a deep sigh of relief and immediately cheered like thunder.

Tonglu's eyes flashed. She understood Yan Lan's temperament and knew the hatred of the Xuan clan. She pressed Yan Lan's heart for several years, and now she finally collapsed the Xuan clan. It is a great event to be thankful.

Wuse also breathed a sigh of relief. Even he could not know what the outcome would be like in this battle.

In the nameless village of Luoyun City, a non-true immortal was savoring tea, and a mirror of the sky was floating in front of him.

Cang Cang widened his eyes and said incredibly: "Grandpa, how could Brother Yan be so powerful? Xuangu is really the second in the tenth cultivation list of the battle list. Who is better than Brother Yan?"

When the Buzhen Immortal saw Cang Cang ask a few questions, he sipped his tea ceremony: "What is the tenth cultivator on the battle list? Yan Lan may not be as good as the first person on the tenth cultivator on the battle list now, but one day, he will become a shocking figure."

Cangcang looked dull. For the first time, she heard of this mysterious grandfather. She praised a junior with such a strong and colorful look.

Yan Lan looked at the horrified gaze of the cultivators, but said in his heart: "Xuan Gu is a cultivator in the divine stage. His body is dead, but his clone does not know whether it is death or life?"

"Just just now, Xuan Gu used the ultimate move. I vaguely realized that the torrent of bloodline flying from the Xuan Clan contained the lifelong cultivation of many adult monks of the Xuan Clan, but did not have the bloodline power of the Xuan Clan juniors. Could it be that Xuan Gu's move only absorbed the bloodline power of the adult monks and left many juniors of the Xuan Clan alive?"

Yan Lan's eyebrows were condensed, and he felt cruel in his heart: "The Xuan clan must not keep any one!"

He looked up suddenly, Yan Lan showed his murderous intention and said to the third ancestor: "The leader, our sect and the Xuan clan are always enemies. Xuan Gu is dead, so the disciples will fulfill their pre-war oath and completely cut off this hatred."

After saying that, Yan Lan summoned the Purple Carving of Thunder and stood proudly, and rushed straight towards the Xuan clan's realm.

The cultivators knew that Yan Lan was going to kill the Xuan clan, and shocked and sighed loudly.

Immediately, the cultivators sacrificed their own magic weapons, and their abilities increased to the extreme and followed Yan Lan.

Yan Lan looked at the earth and rushed behind him. Soon after, he came to the Xuan clan realm.

Suddenly, Yan Lan's pupils suddenly shrank, and a figure stood on the top of the Xuan clan's ancestral tower.

This figure is clearly Xuan Gu.

Yan Lan jumped to the ancestral tower a thousand feet away and narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you a clone of Xuangu?"

Xuan Gu was angry and filled with hatred in his eyes. He stared at Yan Lan for several breaths and said heavily: "Little beast Yan Lan, in order to kill you, I have drawn the blood power of all the cultivators over fifteen years old in my clan, plus my lifelong cultivation, I didn't expect that I could not kill you."

"You are very strong, but no matter how strong you are, you are not as good as the ancestors of our tribe who have been practicing for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. As long as they appear, they can crush you with one finger. You will definitely die a bad death, hahaha..."

Xuan Gu smiled extremely madly and extremely arrogantly.

Yan Lan's eyes sank and said to himself: "The Xuan clan has also been practicing for tens of thousands of years?"

His eyes glanced around him and did not notice any strong aura.

Xuan Gu said coldly: "Are you scared? There are still 198 juniors in our clan who survive. They are the seeds of our clan's rejuvenation. One day, they will make a comeback with hatred."

"Yan Lan, our clan has marriages with countless families and is closely linked to countless forces. Behind these family forces, there are countless backgrounds. Although most of them will choose to protect themselves, there will always be a few strong men who will kill you regardless of everything. I hope you can live until the day when the juniors of our clan seek you revenge!"

After Xuan Gu finished speaking, his body slowly disappeared into the ancestral tower, and at the same time he made gestures with both hands. The ancestral tower shone with dazzling light, and he was about to rise from the ground, not knowing where to go.

Yan Lan's eyes were suddenly cold. If the Xuan clan was allowed to leave, there would be endless troubles.

The ancient thunder penalty can no longer be used. The extreme holy power and the golden Buddha power may not be able to break the ancestral tower. The essence of Renshui and the thunder essence cannot be merged, and the ultimate power cannot be exerted.

Even if he could use that strong power, Yan Lan would be unable to withstand the extremely strong recoil force when he fought against Kung Fu.

"What should I do? Can I just watch the Xuan Clan leave?"

Yan Lan was anxious. The ancestral tower was the most treasure of the Xuan clan. It could not be broken by ordinary weapons. Even if the sky-piercing cone was used, it would be useless!

At this moment, a stream of light was cruising on the ancestral tower, and mysterious patterns were condensed, like ghosts dancing, or like evil beasts circling.

In an instant, Yan Lan's mouth opened slightly, and his mind was shocked.

"How could the patterns on the ancestral tower be so similar to the Netherworld Lamp? Is it... what is the connection between the ancestral tower and the Netherworld Lamp?"

Yan Lan couldn't believe the scene in front of her. How could it be so coincidental and so magical?

The Netherworld Lamp is not a secret in the cultivation world. It has rotated several masters, and many monks have heard of the name of the Netherworld Lamp.

However, the origin of the Nether Prison Nether Lamp is very mysterious. It is said that it contains extremely huge power. It is even rumored that controlling this power can easily touch the third level of the Heaven-Reverse Nirvana Realm. (To be continued.)
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