Yan Lan's soul realm has reached the peak of the seventh level of the human realm, and she has enough soul power to lock the figure of the second elder in the Nine-Yang Infant Transformation Stage.

How can the movement speed of the body compare to the tracking speed of the soul power.

The hand of death, like a maggot attached to a bone, moved closely behind the figure of the second elder.

When the second elder saw that with his cultivation, he could not escape the hand of death, he immediately became furious and said, "My dear Yanlan, do you really think I am incompetent?"

After saying this, the second elder took an angry breath, raised his hands faintly, and a huge force condensed in his palms.

Yan Lan sensed that this power was enough to split mountains and shake the wind and clouds.

"Is this the strength of the Jiuyan Infant's transformation?"

Yan Lan groaned softly in his heart. At this moment, even his mind was shaking. A feeling of looking up at the mountains lingered in his heart, making him immediately have the urge to surrender.

"The gap between Sixth Formation, Nineth Formation, and Threeth Formation can actually make me look up to him so much. No wonder that throughout the ages, there have been only a handful of people who have reached the nine-evolution stage of infant transformation. With a territory of millions of miles, such a huge area, over the years,

Only the ten cultivators on the battle list have reached this level."

Yan Lan was startled for a moment, then her pupils shrank, and she shouted coldly: "No, how can a mere nine-year-old baby change stage make me surrender?"

In his mind, the power of death has spread by 40%.

Yan Lan only has 60% of Qingming left.

"I only need to maintain 10% of my clarity to activate the greatest power of death. Today, I have to kill the second elder. Even if he is one of the ten cultivators on the battle list!"

The soul-devouring vortex surged and reversed, and an even more powerful force of death spread out.

Yan Lan's pupils were almost completely gray.

The hand of death surged several times, and pressed towards the second elder with a smoldering momentum.

The second elder did not dodge, even a little bit between his eyebrows. Behind him, hundreds of palm prints spread instantly.

It is like a lotus flower in full bloom. It is also like the sun descending into the world, its radiant power is breathtaking.

"Little Yanlan, you have the hand of death, and I have the hand of Tianyang, which is designed to defeat the power of Yin and evil!"

The second elder looked solemn and said with a sly smile. He put his hands together, and hundreds of palm prints instantly gathered together. It turned into a giant palm tens of feet long, shining with dazzling light like the sun, and headed straight towards the hand of death.

"Boom..."

The two palms clashed, and huge explosions exploded between the palms.

One yin and one yang, one light and one dark, they are like natural enemies, entangled with each other endlessly.

The second elder was originally confident, but after blinking, he frowned. He was shocked and said in his heart: "How is it possible? The hand of Tianyang that I used to change the cultivation level of the Nine-Yang Infant, should have shattered the hand of death.

Destroyed. I didn’t expect that this boy could actually be in a stalemate with me. Is the hand of the God of Death really coming to the world?"

At this moment, Yan Lan felt extremely uncomfortable. Not only was the power of death surging crazily in his body, but the clarity of his mind was also gradually extinguished.

If it is completely extinguished, Yan Lan will lose his intelligence and completely become a murderous demon who can't distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

By then, Yan Lan may truly be worthy of the name of the God of Death.

The third elder and fourth elder of the Xuan clan immediately ordered all the puppet-slayers and ferocious beasts to stay away.

If the two palms of Yin and Yang were to explode, the force of the explosion would probably be no less powerful than the previous thunder.

The power of thunderstorms is at least limited to the area filled with water mist.

And the power of the explosion of these Yin and Yang palms is enough to sweep across an area of ​​thousands of miles.

Thinking of the power of the thunder, both the third elder and the fourth elder felt an inexplicable fear.

In this life, they don't want to experience an explosion like that for the second time. That explosion not only caused them severe injuries, but also lost dozens of puppets, which was extremely painful.

Yan Lan concentrated on her last glimmer of clarity and said to the barefoot old ghost: "Master, hurry up!"

The barefoot old ghost was about to hesitate, but Yan Lan shouted: "Hurry up!"

The barefoot old ghost gritted his teeth, made some hand gestures, and laid out hundreds of defenses around Yan Lan before he turned around and avoided it step by step.

"puff……"

A stream of black blood spurted out from Yan Lan's mouth.

Yan Lan can use the golden Buddha's power to protect his body, but once he does so, it means that the power of the hand of death will be weakened by him himself.

At this moment, the only thing Yan Lan can do is to rely on the power of Thunder Soul to guard the last shred of sanity.

"An old man from the Xuan Clan, a tenth cultivator on the battle list, so what?"

Yan Lan shouted loudly, and his strong fighting spirit was transmitted to the hand of the God of Death.

The five fingers of the hand of death closed together and actually grabbed the second elder's hand of Tianyang.

"boom……"

It's like the stars bursting into pieces, like the blazing sun destroying.

The dazzling brilliance illuminates the sky thousands of miles away, making the sun lose its brilliance.

The huge air waves caused the air to form several layers of bubbles, which then impacted angrily.

Yan Lan felt his consciousness gradually blurring, and the roaring from the sky shook his eardrums and soul. The huge force lifted his body, and a large amount of black blood spurted out, and his body fell towards the earth.

The trajectory of Yan Lan's fall exudes a gloomy air, like a dying star, desolate and tragic.

The second elder also spit out a large amount of blood, his breath weakened rapidly, and the huge impact shook his body into the air, shooting towards the sky uncontrollably.

The barefoot old ghost looked pained and shouted: "Yan Lan!"

Immediately, the old ghost turned into a stream of light, shot towards Yan Lan, and picked up Yan Lan.

When the six-headed golden-scaled king python saw that its master was injured, it also began to mourn, wrapping Yan Lan in the center, and looked warily at the murderous puppets and beasts thousands of miles away.

The third elder and fourth elder of the Xuan clan were shocked, and quickly flew up to catch the second elder who was thrown up.

Inside the Xuan clan's ancestral tower, in front of the light curtain.

At the moment of the explosion, even the light curtain shook violently.

Xuanshan Gu was surprised and said: "With the cultivation level of the second elder, using the Hand of Tianyang with all his strength, even if I face it in person, I will have to use the ultimate move to fight. Yan Lan, who is only a sixth-generation infant, can actually fight with

His rivalry even caused the second elder to suffer backlash. The method this boy cultivates is really terrifying."

Xuan Gu nodded slightly, his face showed an extremely rare solemnity, he pondered a little, and said coldly: "That's all, our clan has paid such a heavy price, which can be regarded as causing this son to be seriously injured and comatose. Today, we must capture this son and bring him back.

Send an order to the three elders to destroy Yan Lan’s spiritual intelligence first and take control of his soul to avoid unexpected changes.”

There is a sentence that Xuan Gu did not say: "Even if this boy is unconscious, he has a kind of power that makes people palpitate. No one knows when he will open his eyes. But as soon as he opens his eyes, an incalculable explosion will occur."

strength."

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Thousands of miles above the sky, the barefoot old ghost looked at Yan Lan, who was filled with death energy, and his heart was in great pain. He immediately activated his majestic spiritual power and tried his best to drive away the death energy from Yan Lan's body.

Thousands of miles away, the second elder was supported by two elders, three or four, and they spurted out another mouthful of blood before they stabilized themselves.

The second elder tapped acupuncture points all over his body and adjusted his breath a few times. His complexion turned rosy. He looked coldly at Yan Lan and narrowed his eyes: "I have been practicing for thousands of years, and no one has ever been able to hurt me like this. Yan Lan can do it, and he today

Even if you die in my hands, you will be proud of yourself." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!