Ye Lan raised his eyes and saw that there were raging black flames, and when he heard Wen Feng shouting, he wanted to dodge, but he didn't know where to hide. In the midst of the crisis, the ebony fan spread out and waved out. The black flame was led by the fan and turned into a fire dragon, and the dragon's tail rolled horizontally, sweeping a purple-robed guest. The man let out a long cry and burned into a burning man in an instant.

The remaining two purple-robed guests were outnumbered, and they were killed by Mo Wencheng, Tian Wenchang and others in a snap of a finger. When he looked at Ye Lan again, he saw that the black flame wrapped around the ebony fan, burning into a large ball of fire, and several fire snakes separated from the fire, wrapped around his arm, and burned to his shoulder. Ye Lan clenched his teeth, and his face was extremely painful.

"Not good!" Yan Zhuoran shouted, slapped out with one palm, and was a haoran qi against Ye Lan's arm, and the skin passed flat, peeling off the black flame and half of his sleeve.

The black flame was under Yan Zhuoran's palm, the head of the fire shrank, and all of them returned to the ebony fan, and the fireworks jumped a few times, burning smaller and smaller, and turned into a few small flames in an instant, gradually extinguished.

Ye Lan only felt a sharp pain on his right arm, and when he looked down, he saw that although the arm was scorched black, it only hurt the epidermis and skin, and there was not much damage to the muscles and flesh. He settled down for a moment, and suddenly felt a scorching force coming from the fan, turning into a fiery snake, going retrograde along the meridians on his arm, and it was overwhelming.

The ebony fan can absorb the essence of fire and turn it into bursts of warmth to nourish the true element in the body, this situation Ye Lan has experienced several times, and he was not surprised at first. But this time, after the black flame was absorbed by the ebony fan, the fierceness of the air flow turned was far from comparable to before. He only felt that there was a fire dragon in the meridians rushing left and right, it was difficult to tame, he only felt weak, his feet were weak, he almost knelt down, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to help the ground, only to see that the scorched black color on his arm was like the ebb tide of the sea, and he was sucked by the ebony fan.

He struggled to stand up, not caring about the mess in his body, and looked at Sikong Duo. I saw that he danced the Xuanming Blood Sword through the wind and rain, only defending and not attacking, and under the siege of the three masters of Zhu Wenchang, Wen Feng and Yan Zhuoran, he was still able to support it.

Ye Lan's meridians were like fire, and seeing that Sikong Duo was still stubbornly resisting at this time, the anger in his heart was better than the alien true yuan burning in the meridians. Annoyed, without thinking about it, the ebony fan closed and threw it straight towards Sikong Duo.

Wen Feng saw the ebony fan coming, and knew that Ye Lan's cultivation was very far from Sikong Duo, and if the fan was hit back by Xuan Ming's blood, he would be hit hard. Wen Feng frowned, and shouted: "Stinky boy, clean come to get in the way!" Stretching out his hand, he took the green axe in his hand, and pounced on Sikong Duo like a big bird.

Everyone only felt that the ear drum shook, the sound was like a clash of gold and iron, the blood shadow in the field dissipated, and the Xuanming Blood Sword had been held by the green axe. When I looked at Wen Feng again, I saw that his eyes were round and his face was like gold paper.

Sikong Duo's left index finger was sick, forcing Zhu Wenchang away, and suddenly felt that his arm was tight, and the whole arm had been wrapped in plain white silk threads, and the silk threads were collected when they encountered things, and the pain entered the bone marrow. At this moment, Ye Lan's ebony fan had already hit, Sikong Duo blocked Wen Feng on the right, and rejected Yan Zhuoran on the left, his body couldn't move, so he could only watch the ebony fan penetrate through his right shoulder, bringing out a long line of blood.

Sikong Duo was severely injured, and as soon as the true yuan was released, he suddenly heard Wen Feng's tiger roar, and the true yuan came from the green axe like a tide. Sikong Duo only felt that his chest was like a hammer, and his throat was sweet, and he fell to the sky.

Ye Lan stepped forward, the ebony fan struck out, and hit Sikong Duo's head, and suddenly saw the white shadow flashing in front of him, and the ebony fan was flicked back by a soft force. I only heard Yan Zhuoran say in a deep voice: "Stay alive!We still have something to ask him." ”

Zhu Wenchang took the green jade Linghua ruler back into the dantian, waved his arm out, and took out a "cold spider rope" from the Qiankun bag. The cold bead rope is made of spider silk and heavenly silk winding, mixed with cold ice iron thorns, spider silk is extremely poisonous, enough to kill people, but the heavenly silk can restrain the poison of spider silk, so that it only seals people's magical powers, does not harm people's lives, the poisonous cold gas emitted by the two filaments is transmitted into the body of the bound person from the cold iron thorn, and the bound person's cultivation is sealed.

The rope was the thickness of a little finger, and Zhu Wenchang stepped forward, wrapped three times and two wounds, and tied Sikong Duo firmly. As soon as Yan Zhuoran Zhenyuan was collected, the silk thread wrapped around Sikong Duo's left arm was reversed, and it was reverted into a plain white pen. Wen Feng's two fingers in the middle of the food pointed straight out, and the middle of Sikong Duo's lower abdomen sealed his dantian acupoint. Sikong Duo's divine power was suppressed by the cold spider rope, and he couldn't carry the shock, otherwise, Wen Feng rashly attacked the thickest part of his dantian true yuan with his finger power, and he would be hit hard.

After Sikong Duo took his middle finger, he snorted in pain and shrunk into a ball. Zhu Wenchang saw that his supernatural powers were sealed, and knew that he could no longer use a trace of mana, and at this time, he was not even as good as a mortal, so he didn't need to be tied up anymore, so he pulled the cold spider rope and took it back into the Qiankun bag. Sikong Duo was pulled by the cold spider rope, his body flew off the ground, and he fell heavily to the ground, his body was bloody by the spikes of the cold spider rope, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Wen Feng coughed twice, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked around, and saw that all the people in the same door were standing tall, except for himself, no one was slightly injured. In this battle, all the people of the Senluo Hall were annihilated, and Sikong Duo was born, which can be said to be a complete victory. Although Wen Feng fought hard with Sikong Duo and shook the meridians, it was not a big problem. He was so proud that he was still coughing and coughing, but he was already laughing out loud.

Everyone cleaned up the battlefield and collected all the magic weapons of the purple-robed guests. At this time, the village was full of the corpses of purple-robed guests, and the villagers in the village had already been killed by all the purple-robed guests, and there were no living people in the four fields. The crowd didn't want to stay here longer, so they decided to choose a secluded place to interrogate Sikong Duo.

Yan Zhuoran grabbed Sikong Duo, and saw that his face was pale, and the blood from the wound on his right shoulder was pouring infusion, knowing that his supernatural powers were sealed, and he could not use the true yuan to heal his injuries, and if he was not treated in time, he would lose too much blood and die. Yan Zhuoran's index finger was empty, and the blood on Sikong Duo's shoulder immediately stopped. Yan Zhuoran didn't bother to bandage him, flew up side by side with everyone, climbed over a hill, landed on the flat place at the foot of the mountain, threw Sikong Duo to the ground, and said sharply: "Say, what happened to a few of my fellow disciples?"

Sikong Duo rolled around on the ground twice, spit out a mouthful of blood, and laughed loudly: "Are you talking about those nerds who use a few broken books as magic weapons? You Mingde College are a bunch of poor people, don't you even have a decent magic weapon? All kinds of broken books and bad pens are used to make people look embarrassed, haha......"

Yan Zhuoran's heart was sour, knowing that several junior disciples had already been poisoned. He hated it in his heart, kicked it out, and held it back halfway, and with a deviation of his toes, he kicked a big stone next to Sikong Duo to pieces, and in the flying stone chips, Yan Zhuoran stretched out his palm and grabbed Sikong Duo's neck, lifted him up, hung him in the air, and shouted: "Dog! Tell me, what are your plans when you come here!"

Sikong Duo was not afraid, he still hissed and laughed, but his throat was stuck, and he couldn't laugh out loud, but the corners of his mouth were pulled, and he looked mocking. Yan Zhuoran was even more annoyed, his hands were strengthened, and Sikong Duo's face turned bruised, and his eyes gradually burst out.

"If you work harder, we'll have to talk to the dead. Wen Feng still couldn't stop coughing, and he said weakly.

Yan Zhuoran's anger subsided slightly, and he slammed Sikong Duo to the ground. Sikong Duo hugged his throat, breathed heavily, and coughed violently, mixed with Wen Feng's cough, staggered.

Ye Lan's face was pale, he couldn't bear it anymore, and pointed at Sikong Duo and said loudly: "What is the use of keeping such innocent villains who kill innocents, kill them as soon as possible, and pay tribute to these many unjust souls who were killed by him for no reason!"

"Brother Ye is angry, let's ask clearly and then deal with him. The eldest grandson Wenquan walked behind Ye Lan, stroked his back, and signaled to appease, but as soon as his arm was connected to his back, he felt that his tentacles were hot, like a soldering iron.

Eldest Sun Wenquan knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly grabbed Ye Lan's arm, pulled him over, and saw that his face was blue and red, and it changed in an instant, and at the same time, there was a burning sensation in his palm. The eldest grandson Wenquan was shocked, thinking that he felt so hot when he touched his body, wouldn't what Ye Lan felt in his body ten times greater?

"Senior Brother Wen, come over and see what's wrong with Brother Ye!" The eldest grandson Wenquan couldn't resist the heat from his palm anymore, so he hurriedly let go of his hand, and when he got closer to his eyes, he saw that his palm had been burned red.

Everyone heard the panic in Changsun Wenquan's words, and they all looked at Ye Lan, only to see that Ye Lan's face was getting more and more ugly, and his skin was flushed, as if he was about to drip blood. Wen Feng's figure flickered, approached him, and asked, "Silly boy, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Lan shook his head and said astringently, "I'm fine." Before the words fell, he fell to the ground. He supported the ground with his hands, struggling to stand up, and the grass on the ground was pressed by his hands, and the grass turned from green to yellow, from yellow to black, and then to scorched in an instant.

When everyone saw this vision, they were all surprised, and suddenly heard Sikong Duo laugh and said, "Stinky boy, is the taste of my Senluo Palace's 'Taiyin Burning Spirit Demon Flame' okay?"

Ye Lan blocked the black flame with an ebony fan, but his arm was slightly injured, and Zhu, Wen, and Yan all had big questions in their hearts. Zhengyi Haoran has the ability to restrain the spells of the Sen Luo Palace, Yan Zhuoran is not injured by the black flame, Zhu and Wen use magic weapons to resist the scorching heat of Shangjue's black flame, Ye Lan's cultivation is far away from the three of them, and it is really against common sense that he can be safe and sound when he is burned by the demon fire.

Ye Lan clenched his teeth, his fingers became claws, and his fingertips sank deep into the soil. Wen Feng bent down and wanted to help him up, but his palm was still halfway, and Ye Lan's clothes were already on fire. Although the robe worn by Ye Lan is not a treasure, it is also an ordinary garment, which is made by his mother Rong Xinping and his sixth aunt Ye Xiaoxiao and others with Beihai ice silk mixed with Bailian gold crystal silk, which is extremely flexible and difficult to invade by water and fire. At this time, it suddenly caught fire, Wen Feng was caught off guard, and his fingers were entangled in the flames. The tongue of fire was like a living creature, and it went up and burned towards his arm. Wenfeng Zhenyuan was everywhere, and the flames were immediately extinguished. He stood with his palm, wanting to extinguish the flames on Ye Lan's body with his palm, but was pulled by Yan Zhuoran. Wen Feng was puzzled, turned his head to look at him, only to see that his face was full of pain, shook his head and said: "It's useless, the 'Taiyin Burning Spirit Demon Flame' is from the inside out, burning the heart and devouring the bones, Brother Ye's flame has reached the skin, even the Daluo Immortal can't save him, you can only increase his pain at this time." ”

The eldest grandson Wenquan and Lin Wenyong and the others saw Ye Lan's burning body in flames, and they also wanted to cast a spell to save them, but when they heard Yan Zhuoran say this, they each took back the magic weapon in their hands. Although everyone didn't get along with Ye Lan for a long time, they all had him save their lives, and at this time, seeing that his life was in an instant, but no one could save him, they all felt pity in their hearts, and they all turned their heads, and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, their ears were full of Ye Lan's wails and Sikong Duo's laughter.