Xuan Gu looked at Yan Lan with a dull look, thinking that Yan Lan was powerless to leave the Zuta, and did not know what Yan Lan was thinking.

"Our tribe's foundation for a thousand years will be destroyed by my husband's hands."

Xuan Gu sighed, his eyes slightly sad.

In an instant, Xuan Gu's eyes shone: "But how can you see through our tribe for thousands of years?"

"Ten thousand years ago, our ancestors obtained the treasure of the ancestral tower from that mysterious space and left a warning that if our clan encounters an extremely serious disaster, they can open the ancestral tower and return to that space."

Xuan Gu raised his lips slightly, and he murmured in his heart: "Only the leader of the clan can know this secret."

"That square space has the magical effect of overtime. One year outside, three years inside. One hundred years outside, three hundred years inside."

"In this way, the younger generations of our clan will have a strong advantage in time. Even if we wait for a thousand years, one day, our clan will produce several earth-shaking geniuses, and will descend into the world in a magnificent way, which will kill Yan Lan's son."

"This is the true foundation of our clan. You can't know anything about Yan Lan, and you can't know this secret. Just wait for death!"

Xuan Gu's figure gradually disappeared into the ancestral tower, and his vicissitudes of viciousness filled his face.

Yan Lan stared at the ancestral tower, his heart was filled with turmoil.

At this moment, the Zu Tower had risen from the ground and rose three feet high, but it was not very fast, but the Zu Tower was filled with extremely strong defensive fluctuations.

Yan Lan could feel that this fluctuation could not be eliminated by his cultivation at this moment.

The ancestral tower is definitely the supreme treasure of the Xuan clan, nor is it an ordinary magic weapon. I am afraid that only the cultivators in the Nirvana Realm can suppress it.

"What should I do? Do you just watch the Xuan Clan disappear?"

Yan Lan hesitated: "If the Nether Prison and Underworld Light is sacrificed, will it backfire and will strengthen the power of the ancestral tower instead?"

"If I don't sacrifice it, I have no other way. Once the Xuan clan disappears with the ancestral tower, I am afraid I will dig thousands of miles to break through the sky. I will not find their traces. They will be like an unpredictable ghost, showing their fangs around me and my relatives and friends at any time."

Yan Lan's chest fluctuated greatly. At this moment, the ancestral tower had risen a hundred feet high, and the magnitude was getting faster and faster. If you don't take action, you're afraid you will never be able to catch up with it again.

"Forget it, since I can't figure out the power of the Netherworld Light, I only have an extra cage magic weapon to stay by my side. It's better to take a try. Even if it's invalid or lost, it's better to miss the opportunity and leave regret in my heart!"

After making up his mind, Yan Lan jumped up and followed the ancestral tower to take off.

There was only one head left in Xuangu left outside the ancestral tower. He smiled coldly and arrogantly: "Child Yan Lan, you haven't given up yet, right? I told you that if you indulge in a cultivator against the heavens and Nirvana, you can't break the ancestral tower at this moment. Give up and enjoy the rest of your life. Your doomsday is not far away."

Yan Lan kept silent and immediately sacrificed the Netherworld Light.

Seeing this, Xuan Gu frowned and said softly: "This is... the Netherworld Light? This thing has been missing for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect it to be in your hands! Although the Netherworld Light is extraordinary, no one can unlock its secrets, so it cannot wield the power of the Netherworld Light. Give up!"

Yan Lan's mind moved, intending to absorb the ancestral tower into the ghost fire space.

Unexpectedly, the Zuta did not move at all.

"The Zu Tower is indeed not an ordinary thing, and even the Netherworld Light cannot do anything to the Nether Prison. Although the Zen space is extraordinary, it is the only thing my mother left to me. It is my final retreat. Never take external objects into it casually. If it is damaged or destroyed, it will not be worth the loss!"

Yan Lan looked at the Netherworld Lamp, and the patterns on it were almost the same as those on the ancestral tower. However, he had no reaction and did not even have a trace of vibration.

"what to do?"

Yan Lan tightened his five fingers and his eyes fell on the wick of the Netherworld Lamp.

There is a wick at the top of the lamp, which does not cause a fire.

Yan Lan once suddenly thought about what would happen if the wick was ignited?

But he never tried, for fear of accidents.

Taking a breath, Yan Lan's fingers moved and a ball of flame emerged out of thin air, intending to ignite the Netherworld Light.

However, after a few breaths, the Nether Prison Nether Light was not moving at all, and there was no sign of ignition.

"Strange, this lamp cannot be lit, so why should it be called a lamp?"

Yan Lan frowned. At this moment, the ancestral tower had risen to a height of hundreds of miles, and the faster it was.

"My cultivation level can fly up to hundreds of thousands of miles. Going up, the endless wind and turbulent currents are beyond my ability to bear. If I can't find a way in half an incense stick, I can only watch the ancestral tower leave."

Yan Lan forced himself to calm down and thought to himself: "Senior Love Sword once said that the Nether Prison and Underworld Light is to collect mysterious Nether Prison and Underworld Fire to refine. The Nether Prison and Underworld Fire can burn all the holy objects in the world and burn the souls of all things."

"The method of refining the Netherworld Lamp of the Netherworld Lamp should be speculated by later generations. If the senior Love Sword said it is true, if there is Netherworld Fire, it will definitely ignite the Netherworld Lamp of the Netherworld Lamp."

Yan Lan's eyes lit up. He had once sacrificed and refined the Netherworld Fire and Fire Seed. It took three days in the Netherworld Fire Space to barely establish contact with the Netherworld Fire Spirit and led everyone out of the Netherworld Fire Space.

Later, Yan Lan did not care about the Netherworld Fire and Fire Seeds, nor did he sacrifice and refine them again.

Because Yan Lan showed that the Nether Prison, the Fire and Fire Seed of the Nether Prison was extremely domineering. If he wanted to completely integrate, he would have to do decades of hard work. He did not spend so much time on sacrificing the Fire Seed, so he could only put it aside.

"Although I'm just barely connecting with the fire and keeping neglecting it, I hope it won't feel dissatisfied!"

Yan Lan closed his eyes, and his mind entered his dantian, and found the sleeping Netherworld Fire.

All things have spirits, and the same is true for the Netherworld Fire and Fire. When it saw that Yan Lan never paid attention to it, it fell asleep.

When the mind moves, the Netherworld Fire and Fire Seed will be awakened.

Yan Lan wanted to pull out a wisp of dark fire, but there was no movement.

The fire trembled slightly, as if he was angry, but it closed again and ignored Yan Lan.

Yan Lan smiled bitterly: "The fire seed has spirit, but its intelligence is not high. It should be a young fire seed, but it looks like a three-year-old child's temper. Forget it, I'll try to coax it."

Yan Lan put down his dignity, like his father coaxing his daughter, saying all the good things, and spreading them into the fire with spiritual consciousness.

After thirty breaths, the fire sprouted, as if saying, "You are finally willing to pay attention to me, you are aware of your appearance!"

Then, a spark of Mars splashed out from the fire.

Yan Lan was overjoyed, and with a finger, he led out Mars, and then he pointed and fell onto the Netherworld Light.

In an instant, the Nether Prison Nether Fire seemed to be awakened, emitting a burst of hot fluctuations of evil evil, which made Yan Lan feel cold in her body, but her soul was extremely hot, as if it was like the two heavens of ice and fire.

Yan Lan didn't care about his physical discomfort and applied strength to stabilize the trembling Netherworld Light.

At this moment, the ancestral tower, which was originally motionless, suddenly vibrated slightly. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!