"This person has an extremely high level of cultivation, far above the elders of the Xuan clan. Who is this person?"

Yan Lan quickly retreated a hundred feet, staring at the Xuan clan's ancestral tower with vigilance, his mind tense to the extreme. He believed that as long as this person came out of the tower, unless he used the ancient thunder punishment ultimatum, he would definitely not be the general of this person.

Yan Lan dispersed the power of the thunder soul and swept across the ancestral tower crazily, but found nothing, not even a breath.

Suddenly, Yan Lan's pupils condensed, and the barefoot old ghost was thrown out of the ancestral tower and shot straight towards him.

"Old Ghost Master!"

Yan Lan ignored his vigilance and rushed forward, grabbing the barefoot old ghost and retreating hastily.

"Next time we meet, I will definitely kill you, so get out!"

In the ancestral tower, this vicissitudes of voice came out again, with a hint of anger and a hint of forbearance.

Yan Lan didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly said to Ziyi: "Yi'er, leave quickly!"

Immediately, Yan Lan glanced at Wu Se again, and Wu Se understood it and turned into a golden light, following Yan Lan and speeding towards Gangtian Gate.

"Hey, um, Yan Lan, wait for me!"

When Lu Jian saw Yan Lan walking away quickly, he was stunned for a moment, looked at the ancestral tower in confusion, and immediately followed Yan Lan.

As for the long-haired wolves, Yan Lan sent an order for them to return the way they came.

The seven elders and three puppets were killed by Yan Lan, who had already secretly put them away.

Not long after, Yanlan and his group arrived tens of thousands of miles away.

Yan Lan still didn't dare to stop, and after traveling more than 100,000 miles, he would reach the Gangtianmen teleportation array.

Just when Yan Lan was traveling thousands of miles away, a huge force suddenly came from the Xuan clan's ancestral tower.

This force turned into a majestic rotating storm, uprooting the ruined Xuan Clan buildings and grinding them into powder. Finally, an eighteen-foot-high city wall was built thousands of feet away from the ancestral tower.

This city wall is in a perfect circle with the ancestral tower as the center, and there is a tower every thousand feet.

Immediately, an arc of light rippled out from the ancestral tower with a buzzing sound. It spread out like a sky cover, covering the entire Xuan clan.

In the ancestral tower, even the great elders were standing respectfully at this moment, not daring to be dissatisfied at all with what was happening in front of them.

When the outside world calmed down, an illusory figure appeared in front of the Xuan clan elders in the ancestral tower.

"Meet the patriarch!"

The four elders stood with cupped hands and worshiped in unison.

That phantom was none other than the patriarch of the Xuan clan. His beard hung down to his chest, his long hair hung down to his waist, and he looked like an old man. He looked like a dying old man, and his whole body was filled with a strong aura of vicissitudes of life.

However, I can't see its specific appearance, I can only make a rough outline.

The leader of the Xuan clan said: "You must be surprised. Why did I show up at this time, why did I stop Yan Lan from doing anything, and returned the barefoot old ghost to him."

The Great Elder said respectfully: "The Patriarch must have his reasons for taking action. We dare not have any objections. Everything will be arranged by the Patriarch."

The head of the Xuan Clan stroked his beard and smiled, and said: "Young Yanlan, your talent is indeed amazing, but just because of that, I wouldn't be able to do this. The terror of this kid mainly comes from the ancient sword behind him."

"Just now, the moment he was about to use the sword, deep in the ancestral tower, I actually had a frightening feeling in my heart. This feeling cannot be described, but it is the result of my thousands of years of cultivation and my understanding of the world.

An instinctive premonition born after enlightenment."

"If Yan Lan sacrifices the ancient sword, I am afraid that even with the power of the ancestral tower, it will be difficult to withstand its edge."

After hearing this, the expressions of the four elders changed drastically, revealing expressions of disbelief.

The head of the Xuan Clan's eyes flashed sharply, and his aura suddenly became heavy. He pondered for a moment and continued: "If it weren't for the critical moment of my cultivation, I would not be able to take action. Otherwise, I will definitely leave the tower today to test the edge of that ancient sword.

"

"That's all, let's endure the calm for a while. Although our clan's foundation has not been harmed by this disaster, many ordinary clan members have been killed and injured. The clan members are excessively sad and frightened. They need to cultivate their health for a period of time. This debt must be paid sooner or later."

The great elder took a deep breath and looked surprised. Unexpectedly, even the unpredictable clan leader was horrified by Yan Lan's ancient sword.

In this way, Yan Lan's ultimate trump card is the ancient sword behind him.

However, the great elder couldn't understand why Yan Lan chose to openly carry such an important trump card behind his back.

It was normal for him not to understand. After all, most monks had never heard of things that ordinary Chu Jie could not store. Naturally, they would not have thought that the ancient thunder punishment ultimatum behind Yan Lan was actually because Chu Jie could not store it and had no choice but to do so.

Carry it on your back.

The third elder held his chest. Even now, the horror in his heart has not calmed down. First, Yanlan Yuyun's soul tribulation, and then the power of Ziyi Black Phoenix caused the arrogant him to suffer setbacks one after another. It almost made him

Angry to the point of almost going crazy.

"We will listen to the instructions of the clan leader. One day, our clan will uproot the Gangtian Clan, leaving little Yan Lan to lose his soul and body, and his body and soul will be destroyed!"

The third elder said angrily, his teeth chattering with anger.

The leader of the Xuan Clan nodded and said: "You guys appease the clan members, and I will stay in seclusion for a while. Outside our clan, a Soul Locking Forbidden Formation has been set up. This formation uses the Ancestral Tower as the base. Even the ancestors of the Gangtian Clan can

It won't be able to be broken open even for a while. During this period, you are not allowed to take the initiative to provoke Gangtianmen. Everything will be done after I come out of seclusion."

After saying this, the shadow of the Xuan clan leader slowly dissipated.

The third elder clenched his fists and punched the air. His eyes were red and he said: "I can't help but torture Yan Lan to death. Gangtianmen, let's settle this account slowly."

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At this time, Yan Lan was still 100,000 miles away from the Gangtianmen teleportation formation. He held the barefoot old ghost in his right hand and galloped wildly.

The barefoot old ghost was unable to move, still bound by the Xuan Clan's restrictions.

Yan Lan discovered that the restrictions set by the Xuan clan on the old barefoot ghost were actually devouring the old ghost's vitality, making the already very weak old ghost become like a candle in a storm.

"Master, hold on, we will reach the sect soon. The third elder will take action and we will definitely be able to release the restrictions on you."

Yan Lan said anxiously and relieved that he had just tried it and found that the restriction on the old ghost was extremely strange. He had no way of doing it, and he was afraid of breaking it by force and hurting the old ghost, so he had to quickly go back to the door and let the ancestors of the Gangtian Sect think of a solution.

"Yan Lan, I'm fine, old ghost. I won't die for a while, so you don't have to worry. This time, I'm going to suffer a lot for you. I didn't expect that I would become a burden to you..."

The barefoot old ghost couldn't speak, so he could only use his last strength to send a message to Yan Landao.

Yan Lan clenched her teeth, feeling pain in her heart, but her face smiled and said: "Master and disciple, why are you so polite? Master, take a good rest first."

After saying this, Yan Lan's mind moved, and the thundering purple eagle suddenly appeared.

Previously, in his desperation, Yan Lan almost forgot that the thundering purple eagle won by the leader of the animal taming competition was still in his hand.

The speed of the thundering purple eagle is much faster than that of him walking with a sword.

At this time, the night was dark, and this scene reminded Yan Lan of the scene three or four years ago when Qingxuan burned Yuanying and led him and Ziyi to escape from Xuanzong's killer.

At that time, Tiangangmen and Xuanzong were at odds with each other, and it was Qingxuan who took him and Ziyi to flee.

Today, it is the Gangtian Clan and the Xuan Clan who are fighting to the death. It is he who is leading the barefoot old ghost to run for his life. Ziyi is no longer what he used to be and is following closely behind him.

"Strength, that's why strength is strong. If I didn't have the strength today, I definitely wouldn't be able to take Master Gui away. If I had the strength today, I would be able to keep Uncle Xuan safe."

A strong belief burst out from Yan Lan's eyes. Two similar scenes with different outcomes of life and death made him deeply realize how important strong power is in this world. (To be continued...)
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