"careful!"

Lan Yican shouted, reached out to protect the two girls Lan Yingying and Lan Xinyue, and at the same time, holding something in his hand, injected spiritual power and breathing to activate it. Just as the ghost cultivator stretched out his ghost claws to grab it, a Vajra cover also covered several people.

"Bang!"

The ghost cultivator's hand stretched out to the obstacle, and lost the opportunity to let the people escape. Before he could take action, Lan Chengzhi, not far away, had already attacked with his sword, forcing him to retreat quickly.

"Strange! Look at the kill!"

Seeing the ghost cultivator retreat, Lan Yican and the others felt that the suffocation feeling that was as if they were pinching their necks by ghost claws disappeared. The few people took a big breath, their faces were still in shock.

In the family, even though they had experience with adults, they had never encountered such a powerful ghost cultivator. Especially with such close contact, they really felt that death could be so close to them.

"I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death. I just thought we were dead." Lan Xinyue said while patting her chest, her little face full of worry: "What should I do? Can the third uncle win?"

"This ghost cultivator's eyes are all red. He is a very powerful ghost. The third uncle's peak Yuanying cultivation has not been able to destroy it until now. It is hard to say whether he can win." Lan Yingying's pretty face was full of solemn expressions.

If it could be easily annihilated, I guess the third uncle would not have said he would take them to escape quickly. It seems that it is difficult to deal with.

"The barrier has been set up here, and we cannot escape with our cultivation. If the third uncle has a good life, we will die here." Lan Yican is one year older than the other three, and he thinks longer than them.

If their third uncle really loses, the consequences will be very serious. If a family lacks a peak Nascent Soul Powerful Man, even if the foundation will not be shaken, it will be like a broken arm. This is an immeasurable loss for a big family.

Lanchengzhi fought against the ghost cultivator over there. Because the ghost cultivator was too contaminated with too much blood and too heavy the ghost energy, he could not get any advantage after a battle. When he blocked the ghost claws that the opponent had grabbed with the sharp sword in his hand, the sharp ghost claws were blocked by his sword and grabbed to the side, leaving several claw marks on his arm.

The cold and sensation of pain suddenly rushed into the body. Lan Chengzhi gritted his teeth and attacked the sword. With a loud shout, he saw the long sword flying out and chopping at the ghost cultivator with an unsightly force.

"ah!"

A sword slashed down, chopping down one of the arms condensed by the ghost cultivator, instantly turning into black breaths and dissipating between the air. The evil aura on the ghost cultivator's body was also leaking due to the gap in the broken arm, making a shrill scream, and the figure retreated several meters sharply.

"Um!"

Lan Chengzhi felt that the breath in his body was wrong, and a bloody smell rushed into his throat. He groaned, and a trace of black blood was overflowing from his mouth. He couldn't stand and staggered back and fell to the ground.

"Uncle San!"

Seeing this scene, Lan Yingying and others were shocked, and did not care about staying in the Vajra cover anymore, and hurriedly ran towards him to come to his side.

"Uncle San, how are you? Uncle San?" Lan Yingying shouted, helping him, but saw that he was chilling all over and his face was filled with a purple-black aura.
Chapter completed!