When he was shocked from the air, Jiang Yiran also changed his mind and thought about a way to solve such disadvantages.

The Lord of the Nether Palace obviously did not use his own power, and he was not conscious.

However, his combat instinct is still retained and he will not give him any chance to attack. He can't find any chance to use the Witch Scepter he just used.

But this state is not irresolvable.

It just needs to take a risk.

Jiang Yiran's divine thought moved, and the Dust Pearl exuded a chaotic aura, directly facing the Lord of the Netherworld Palace to attack again.

The bone knife had already slashed Jiang Yiran's head, but Jiang Yiran did not dodge and did not use the Human Emperor's overlord to resist.

Instead, the gray aura on the bone knife was instantly guided into the dust bead.

A stream of air entered, and the Dust Bead was like a thirsty man, and it began to suck the whale directly along the airflow.

After sucking away the gray airflow from the bone knife, the Dust Bead was not satisfied and began to suck the gray air in the main body of the Netherworld Hall along the bone knife.

In just a few breaths, the Lord of the Nether Palace was sucked and his black hair turned white in an instant, and his wailing sound could not stop.

However, the Dust Bead did not stop at all. After sucking all the Lord of the Nether Palace, he followed an invisible tiny passage behind him and began to continue to absorb the gray aura.

As he absorbed it, the tiny passage also appeared, connecting to the main hall of the Nether Palace and directly penetrated into the ground.

The gray aura in this passage is obviously much more abundant. The dust beads sucked in for a quarter of an hour before the passage was cut off by unknown forces.

The entire Nether Palace trembled instantly, as if it was turned over by a ground dragon.

A few thousand meters underground in the Netherworld Palace, a mummy in a cave with half magma and half ice, with a slightly moving corner of his eyes.

"Good treasure!...I can't go out yet!..." A sound like coming from hell sounded, and then it calmed down and there was no abnormal movement again.

On the ground, Jiang Yiran was making Yun Chenzhu suck happily, and suddenly a palpitation came, which made him shake suddenly and sweat profusely.

Without saying a word of nonsense, he directly shot out a witch magic wand to shatter their souls at the elders who were ambushing the Nether Palace.

Then he hung the mummy of the Lord of the Nether Palace in his hand on the gate of the Nether Palace and flew away from the place like a flying one.

Jiang Yiran's face was pale along the way, and she was very afraid.

He clearly sensed an unparalleled aura that appeared for a moment, and then suddenly disappeared. The aura was very similar to the aura that was triggered by the Lord of the Nether Palace, but he was many times stronger! At that moment, Jiang Yiran felt that he was dead! But for some reason, the aura flashed away and did not come out.

Jiang Yiran didn't dare to stay for too long, so he killed and injured several elders of the Nether Palace and quickly fled here.

This time, the gains were great. Not only did they kill the Lord of the Nether Palace and avenge the hatred of attacking him, but they also killed several of their elders. From then on, even if the Nether Palace would not disappear, it would no longer cause any harm to Dongjiang Villa.

Originally, the bone-like sword could have been seized, but Jiang Yiran felt it was a bit weird and threw it directly into a remote corner of the Netherworld Palace and did not dare to take it away.

After leaving the Netherworld Palace, Jiang Yiran did not return directly to Jinling.

Instead, I took a turn and went further west.

In a remote mountainous area, a huge village lives in an ancient sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Although this sect is not a very powerful force, it is also well-known in this southwest.

The third elder of the Divine Witch Sect was very anxious. Since contacting the sect leader yesterday, there has been no news.

Now he is the early sixth grade, and stays in the Divine Witch Sect, and always feels extremely uneasy.

Looking at the phone number in my hand, I had already called dozens of times, but none of my disciples replied.

The third elder could only pace back and forth in the hall, and could not let the disciples outside the door see it, otherwise people would be unstable.

Just as he was thinking about whether to go to Jinling, the disciples' reports came from outside the gate.

"Three Elders! A young man who calls himself Jiang Yiran is visiting!"

"What..." The third elder shook his body and almost collapsed on the ground.

Isn’t it Jiang Yiran the one who attacked and killed?

Now that people are visiting the door, the sect leader and the others... dare not think too much, and forced themselves to get angry, and rushed to the gate.

Jiang Yiran was still in white, standing there with a calm expression, like an ordinary visitor, and carrying gifts politely.

When Jiang Yiran saw an old man with a gray beard coming over, he smiled brightly.

"Three Elder of the Divine Witch Sect! Boy Jiang Yiran is polite!"

The third elder was at a loss by his behavior, but he bowed his hands, his lips trembled, but he didn't dare to ask anything.

Jiang Yiran raised his hand and threw his gift to the third elder.

"This is a little respect from the boy, I hope the third elder will accept it with a smile!"

"I came here this time to inform you about something, hang this thing on the door and keep it closed for five years, and then forget it!"

The third elder seemed to have not heard what he was saying, stroking the shape of the "gift", his eyes were red and his whole body was shaking.

"There is another thing that needs to be asked. Which family is the one who contacted you?"

Jiang Yiran ignored his expression and asked directly.

The third elder took a few deep breaths before suppressing his regret and fear and replied.

"We...we were invited by the Mu family, so let's do it! We have been sealed for five years..." The third elder said in a trembling voice, enduring the humiliation in his heart.

Seeing Jiang Yiran smiling and silent, the third elder gritted his teeth and was cruel.

Ruthless.

"Don't bully people too much! Our Divine Witch Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and it's not something you can do whatever you want!"

This only made Jiang Yiran look at him and continue to smile and look at him.

If you were really confident, you would have been here long ago! It was so ridiculous that you still bargained with yourself! Jiang Yiran did not give in at all, and the third elder felt extremely helpless.

How many days has the Shenwu Sect, which was once famous in the southwest?

He fell to this level and was so frustrated! But no matter how frustrated he was, he didn't dare to come forward to challenge Jiang Yiran. He was a sixth-grade early stage and was vulnerable to the sect leader's hands.

Now that the head of the sect leader has been sent to the door, where does he have the courage to go forward to fight?

"Okay...I'll hang it up... I hope Mr. Jiang can trust his words and read this article!"

The third elder's face turned red and almost turned purple. In the end, he agreed and said to Jiang Yiran in a pleading tone.

"As long as you stop committing suicide, I will not pay attention to you all the fish!"
Chapter completed!