Chapter Seventy-One: The Big Thing

Buzzing......!

Just as Yang Yan gritted his teeth and was about to take this blow, the Chaos Witch Tower that stopped above Yang Yan's Sea of Consciousness trembled slightly, and a force even more domineering than it stood out, wrapping the triumphant big knife, as if chewing, Yang Yan faintly heard a click, but in a few breaths, the big knife hanging on Yang Yan's head disappeared instantly, and the energy that burst out from the Chaos Witch Tower also retreated to its original place.

"Ahh......h

Ignoring the sharp pain in his brain, Meizu Lan threw the dagger in his hand at Yang Yan's cheek, and then twisted his delicate body and wanted to go out of the door. But Yang Yanna can still give him a chance to escape, he doesn't want to have such a master of playing divine sense staring at him in the dark from time to time, with a wave of his hand, he easily held the dagger that Meizu Lan threw Zheng from, looking at Meizu Lan who was about to flee and Tang Yu, who was pale, still insisted on standing up, relying on his body to block the door, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at Meilan's back waist with a sigh under the urging of Zhenyuan.

Seeing that the light was in front of him, looking at the woman who was blocking the way, the cold light in his eyes was repeated, and he didn't know when there was a dagger in his hand, the tip of the knife was facing forward, and he wanted to stab Tang Yu, but before he got close to Tang Yu, a sharp pain came from his back, and the dagger that was thrown was not reduced, and he flew forward with the magic blue, and smashed it to the ground, and Tang Yu looked at the face that appeared in front of him, and the corner of his mouth showed a smile.

"Are you okay?" Looking at Tang Yu's familiar face, Yang Yan asked distressedly.

"What can I do? It's fine. Tang Yu smiled, inexplicably mature, which made Yang Yan even more distressed.

"You, who are you?" Bai Ze's face raised to look at Yang Yan who was stepping on his back with one foot, and his eyes were full of despair, how did he meet such a pervert.

Without answering Meilan's words, Yang Yan stepped on one of her feet and gradually increased his strength.

Feeling the threat of death, Meizu's heart began to collapse inch by inch, no one likes death, "Let me go, I'm willing to be a slave, even if I can be your sex slave, you know, I'm very good at this." Meizu Lan looked at Yang Yan affectionately, and even struggled to pull down the clothes on her chest, revealing as much as possible what she thought Yang Yan liked.

"Shameless. Seeing that the woman was tempting her husband, Tang Yu suddenly exploded and pouted.

"Why are you here. Staring at Meilan, Yang Yan didn't have any intention and asked coldly.

Seeing Yang Yan looking at him, Meilan thought that his body had moved him, and he rolled his throat and said, "Yes, it was the ghost of the ghost clan who destroyed the life, and informed the patriarch of my clan and told me to come and capture the human monks." ”

Yang Yan's heart moved, he had only met a ghost clan not long ago, or a ghost clan of the True Sect, and now he met another one, could it be that there is any secret in this?

"I don't know why, it's not something that I'm a Meizu in the Kaiyuan Realm can access. Meizu returned. At the same time, a stream of divine energy silently rushed towards Tang Yu.

"Hmph, if you dare to be weird, I can't spare you. How could Yang Yan not know her small movements, the soles of her feet quickly moved from her waist, and one foot stepped on Meilan's neck, and in her coughing sound, she broke her last breath, and the ownerless divine consciousness energy naturally disappeared.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, no divine soul was absorbed by the Chaos Witch Tower, Yang Yan sighed slightly in his heart: "It seems that only the monks who have truly given birth to the Sea of Divine Consciousness can be absorbed by the Chaos Witch Tower after death, so as to strengthen their own Sea of Consciousness." There is not much disappointment, after all, when killing ghosts, there is no power of divine consciousness.