"Oh, that's a great handwriting. Yang Lan urged blood to refine the sword, flying at full speed, and dozens of monks behind him urged all kinds of equipment to chase Yang Lan.

Of the dozens of monks, half are practicing monks!

Yang Xiao smiled, knowing that he would directly ask the sect for help......

"Looks like I have to......" Yang Lan took out a blue flag with a bright green dragon embroidered on it.

This thing was originally given to him by Sister Feng. It is a rare artifact that seals the soul of a dragon.

"In any case, I hope I can help myself catch them and buy a little time......" Yang Lan poured his mana into the Blue Dragon Banner, and a cloud poured into the Blue Dragon Banner.

At the same time, the flag in Yang Lan's hand was burned to ashes. This instrument is a rare one-time tool!

Yang Lan is not sad. He just needs him to fight for a while.

The dragon roared and rushed backwards. The monks, apparently had never seen anything like this, and they fell into confusion.

Yang Lan took this opportunity to quickly mobilize the Blood Spirit Sword and left.

"Don't mess it up, this thing is just equivalent to the Lingtai at the beginning, leave a few people to smash it, and the rest continue to chase!" The person holding the key point was loud.

Then, according to him, the monks left three monks in the early Lingtai to entangle with the dragon, and the rest continued to chase Yang Lan.

At this time, Yang Lan had already flown for several miles. At the top of a jungle, he took out a jade strip and asked the sect for help. Things were long beyond his reach.

Yang Lan released a jade briefing despite his worsening injuries, and still flew forward quickly, knowing that once he stopped, he would most likely be caught by those who had turned into immortals, and he would fall.

"I just want to buy a few robes here......" Yang Xiao smiled, very bitter.

Since he was a monk, he had only opened the door twice and had not encountered anything good......

Although they all got a lot of benefits, Yang Lan still ate too much on the lifeline.

"I'm out of luck!" Yang Lan looked at the dark sky and almost screamed.

"I hope the sect's helper is coming soon. Now I'm seriously injured. I'm afraid it's going to be very difficult to escape. Yang Lan looked at him, and the immortal monks hadn't caught up yet. After all, it was Yang Lan who was in control of this sword, and those monks were the fundamentals. Can't catch up with Yang Lan.

The only thing that worried Yang Lan was that Cheng first told Ling Adao, who had never seen it.

According to Yang Lan, a middle-aged man in Bai Qiqi's family, the "teacher" tried every possible way to break through Yuan Ying's unification in this royal city. So, the teacher seems to be afraid of being golden. Great perfection!

"After I go back, I will work hard to cultivate, and I will not go out of the mountain gate of Yuan Britain!" Yang Yu secretly said in his heart that obviously, he was the leader of the Immortal Sect, and he was a perfect person in the Jindan.

"Are you the leader of immortal education?" Yang Hao looked cold and looked at the man.

"So, do you think people like me are arrogant in general?" Senior Father Cheng Xie haha, looking at Yang Lan who was refining the blood sword under his feet with a smile.

"Blood Elf Sword...... It actually fell into the hands of a Taoist priest......" Senior Father Chengxian stared at the blood refining sword, and there was a little greed in his eyes.

Yang Lan was secretly surprised. This sword of blood refining seems to be a large sword. Even a golden dragon is perfect, and almost a monk who steps into the realm of Yuan Ying is jealous.

Teacher Cheng Xianjiao pointed lightly, and Yang Hao suddenly received a heavy blow and fell off the flying knife.

Then, with another wave of his hand, the Blood Refining Sword fell into his hand.

"Ahem......" Yang Lan fell into the jungle and coughed up a large amount of blood. He felt the mana in his body get out of control and he was seriously injured. At this time, he was an ordinary mortal. He can be easily killed.

"Where did you get the Blood Sword?" Cheng Xiangjiao came to Yang Lan and looked down at him.

"Oh......" Yang Lan snorted and lay on the ground.

At this time, the black clothes on Yang Lan's body had been destroyed, and even Hai Ling was broken. The cold moonlight pierced through the jungle, and when it was covered in blood and scars, it was a bit bleak.

"So, what are you waiting for?" Waiting for the teacher's elders to come to your rescue?" The fairy teacher joked, holding a piece of jade in his hand.

This is a piece of jade, which was issued before Yang Lan, ask the sect for help!

Yang Yi sighed, with some despair in his eyes.

"God asks you again, how did you get this blood refining sword!"

Yang Yu's mouth was embarrassed, and he looked at him with a little sarcasm.

Since he said it or didn't say it, he couldn't escape death. Then why did he tell him where this blood-refining sword came from?

"Don't say it?" Master Cheng Xing was about to catch a cold, and with the other finger, the strength of his finger was well controlled, and Yang Lan was spit out by this finger, but it did not endanger his life.

Yang Lan's body was very weak and his injuries were serious. He gritted his teeth and sat up, leaning against the big tree next to him, screaming.

At the same time, the six swords, above the six peaks, the world inside the cave, the voice of the world.

"Who is ...... How dare you hurt my apprentice......" Fang Shi's voice magic was much stronger than before, but it seemed to be a little weak. He hadn't left Dongfu yet, he was still retreating.

"Blood soul, go!" Fang Shide's voice came, and the tower-like figure outside Fang Shidong's house moved slightly.

"As far as life knows," his voice was like iron and stone rubbing. Then, his figure flashed and vanished. After a while, he appeared at the gate of the mountain and rushed towards the place where Yang Lan was.

The tower of the "Guardian Killing ......" tower was called the Blood Soul Tower, and it was wrapped, revealing a strong stream of blood, and the sound of stones rubbing came out, and it kept walking on the road for a while.

"Can you still have anything like this treasure?" The heavenly priest's face became paler and paler, and he asked Yang Lan.

Yang Lan looked at the sky, but still didn't speak.

"Say no more!" Lord Cheng Xian was angry, put down his palm, and Yang Hao's right arm was crushed.

"Oh, ah......" Yang Lan shouted, almost fainting, but the heavenly priest gave him a chance, pointing out that Yang Lan's consciousness became extremely clear, and the pain in his body became more intense.

"Oh......" Cheng Xie taught the main hesitation. Yang Lan obviously didn't say that he didn't know how to find souls, but Yang Lan obviously had a certain arrogance for the Six Dao Swords.

Generally speaking, the elders of the sect and their bodies would prohibit the descendants of the Great Middle Sect Tianjiao. If they were looking for souls, they would blow themselves up so that others would not know the secrets of certain sects.

"Hahaha......" Yang Lan looked at Teacher Cheng Xian with a smile, and there was even more mockery in his eyes.

Cheng Xian's father pressed his right hand, and Yang Yu's left calf was broken.

"Ah......" Yang Lan was stimulated by pain. He wanted to faint, but Teacher Chengxian pointed at him again. Yang Lan woke up again.

"Tell God that He can give you a good time. "Teacher Cheng Xingjiao wants to look dumbfounded, as if he is giving him a great gift.

"With your own strength, you dare to call God ......" Yang Lan gritted his teeth.

If you give me a hundred years, it's all up to you, a piece of firewood trapped inside.

When the teacher of the city and county raised his hand, the teacher of the city and county had to rush out of a figure after he became a master.

This figure exuded an extremely strong pressure, swung its fists, and rushed straight into the main faction.

The founders of the city and county were shocked. He didn't have time to kill Yang Lan, so he quickly dodged.