When Lan Jiu arrived, in the entire City Lord's Mansion, a red light infected the earth, which was the color of killing.

"How can this be?" Lan Jiu's gaze was stunned, and he muttered to himself. With a mistake in both feet, the pace quickened a little, and he hurriedly pushed the door in. What caught his eyes was still a human tragedy, where corpses were already strewn all over the field, and blood flowed down the rain, gradually converging into a red river.

Holding back the psychology of vomiting, Lan Jiu finally realized that something was wrong, wasn't it the Lan family who fell to the ground? The one who had broken an arm and had lost the slightest breath was not his own father, Lan Yan?

That limited psychological endurance was finally completely shattered, and Lan Jiu once again shouted abnormally, "Ahhh Father... Eldest brother... Third brother, wake up, wake up... Wake up, okay... Rise up and tell me that all this is fake!"

This night, it seems that the world has changed dramatically, and his father, mother, and even all his relatives have left him directly overnight.

Lan Jiu suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly quickened his pace and walked inside. Stepping on the corpse of a human being, Lan Jiu's heart changed from the initial shock to the last indifference, in the face of the occasional attack of the demon clan, Lan Jiu directly raised the staff of the dream to understand it, without the slightest sense of dragging mud and water.

Finally, Lan Jiu walked to the top of the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, the red color here was the most festive, and the blood color here was also the most striking.

His eyes were slightly stunned, Lan Jiu's pupils suddenly contracted, and it was Lan Ni who was nailed to the wall by a sword blade. With a wave of his palm, a whirlwind struck, and Lan Jiu directly saved Lan Ni's body, his palm stroked her cheek slightly, and he whispered in his mouth, "Why did you leave like this... Why are you willing to leave me......"

There are too many mysterious existences in this continent, and it is not impossible to bring the dead back to life, but the premise is that the death of resurrection is a kind of fake death. And these people who were slaughtered by the demon clan have already drained their last life force, and even the most powerful light magicians are afraid that they will not be able to resurrect them.

"Who are you?" This is, a voice of vicissitudes came, it was Ling Xiaohan, the city lord of Ling Yuan City, but he saw that his body had been soaked in blood, and he scolded angrily, "I don't care who you are... Get out of here... Flee and tell Emperor Murong what happened here!"

But Lan Jiu didn't hear it, or rather, for a person with a dead heart, such a cry was not enough to shake his dead heart. Lan Jiu's eyes couldn't see a trace of emotional fluctuations, hugging Lan Ni tightly, but he kept muttering something in his mouth.

And at this time, Ling Xiaohan couldn't care so much, that king-level demon beast, a powerful attack hit again. Ling Xiaohan, who blessed the soul of the god of war, was indeed powerful, in just a few rounds, he directly killed one of the relatively weak demon clan kings, but at the same time, the fierce consumption was not something he could bear.

Just as he was over-depleted, another king struck at him, and a scimitar stabbed him directly in the chest. If it weren't for his quick reaction, I was afraid that my heart would be shattered at this moment, but even if he didn't hit the vital point, such an attack would be fatal, and his powerful God of War soul was directly disintegrated and collapsed, and in an instant, his strength plummeted again.

"Old thing, it's over!" The powerful demon monarch raised his palm, and the huge lightning converged on his blade, but he only heard him whisper, "Give it to me, extinguish!"

Boom, a huge popping sound struck, and suddenly it was directly enveloped by Ling Xiaohan's side. Ling Xiaohan also realized that it was not good, the power of this move was too great, even if it was himself in his heyday, he was afraid that he might not be able to stop it, let alone ......

Thinking of this, Ling Xiaohan also decisively made his own choice, and read in a low voice, "Since this is the case, then destroy them all!"

"Ahh You lunatic... Don't... You stop..."In a trance, the roar of the demon clan king was heard, but Ling Xiaohan was indifferent. Bursts of light burst out of him, enveloping the entire space, and a moment later, a deafening roar covered everyone's eardrums.

Lan Jiu was also slightly stunned, and glanced up, but it was only for a glance, and then he lowered his head again and returned to his original posture.

The brilliance dissipated, but I saw that the place of fierce battle had become a large open space, and I could only use four words to describe that land. A somewhat embarrassed figure got up from the clearing, patted the dust on his body, and whispered, "Haha, I almost fell in touch with this old boy... However, such an attack also wants my life? I'm afraid it's far from qualified!"

This person was the king of the demon clan, but it was a pity that he was not destroyed under Ling Xiaohan's burst primordial infant. Naturally, his words were just arrogant remarks, and it would be absolutely deceitful to say that he would be unscathed under such a fierce attack.

At this moment, the five internal organs are as uncomfortable as if they are overturning the river and the sea, and there are countless wounds on the body, the most serious of which is his right hand. Three fingers are broken, even with his recovery ability, it will take several days to grow new fingers, not to mention ten fingers connected to the heart, but the pain cannot be offset.

After the arrogance was over, his gaze naturally fell on Lan Jiu. I'm afraid, this big city lord's mansion, there is only Lan Jiu, a living person, right? Previously, the surrounding demon clan was enjoying the duel between the demon clan king and Ling Xiaohan, so they didn't make a move to strangle Lan Jiu, and now that the duel is over, the demon clan monarch will naturally not let Lan Jiu go alone.

With a wave of his palm, a fierce brilliance smashed towards Lan Jiu. He didn't feel much power in Lan Jiu, so for him, using this trick to understand Lan Jiu was already overkill.

But unexpectedly, a red light appeared in front of Lan Jiu, like a shield, directly neutralizing this attack. Lan Jiu raised his forehead slightly, the empty eye sockets made the demon clan monarch a little frightened, but he would not show this panic, with a wave of his palm, another attack attacked.

"Do you really want to kill them all like this?" Lan Jiu asked in a cold voice, and with a wave of his palm, the brilliance on the Staff of Dreams flashed, and a purple thunder roared out, directly shattering that attack.

Such a result naturally made the demon clan king very stunned, and with a wave of his palm, several attacks were fired.

At this time, Lan Jiu finally moved, and with a wrong step, the cloud walk was launched, and he left the place directly with Lan Ni. With his palm raised, he only saw that the staff of dreams was shining with strange colors, and the few crystals embedded in it, each of which was blooming with a scorching brilliance, which had never happened before.

"The Forbidden Spell of Water • Dragon Foam, the Forbidden Spell of Fire • Red Flame in the Sky, the Forbidden Spell of Wind • Dance, the Forbidden Spell of Thunder • The Forbidden Spell of the Dragon, the Forbidden Spell Fusion!"

With so many forbidden spells in a row, Lan Jiu only felt that he was instantly emptied, but at that time, he couldn't care about so much. There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation on his face, and he slowly put Lan Ni on the ground with one hand, and stood up after himself, and the four-series elemental dragon blasted out directly.

"It's a good time!" the demon king roared angrily, and like a sword, the whole person rose into the air, slashing directly towards the elemental dragon.

At first glance, it seemed that he had the upper hand in the duel with Ling Xiaohan, but in fact, it was not. One of the demon clan kings who traveled with him died under Ling Xiaohan's sword, and he was even more severely injured by it, I have to say that the price of victory was much greater than imagined.

At that time, in the face of Lan Jiu's sudden attack, it became his best vent. Yes, is there a better way for a warlike king to vent than to fight?

As soon as they collided, the gap in strength was easily exposed, Lan Jiu was only a low-level demon master at best, and his martial arts cultivation had not even broken through to the realm of Jindan. And the person on the other side is the king of the demon clan, who is a master of the Mahayana realm.

The huge elemental dragon, under the swing of the sword, was cut by the demon king. The roars of anger did not alleviate his pain in the slightest, and his huge body twisted, but it was engulfed by the sword little by little.

Lan Jiu's eyes raised slightly, but in his heart, he seemed to be relieved.

Maybe death is really a relief, right? Lan Yan, Xi, Lan Ni, Lan Fan...... Everyone's face crossed Lan Jiu's brain, and it gradually became clear in his heart that it would be better to be buried here with them than the loneliness he would endure next!

However, he is not willing to die just like this, even if he wants to die, at least he has to make the culprit in front of him pay the price.

Like the staff of dreams, Lan Jiu directly operated the Nine Tricks of the Heavenly Pill, using the staff as a sword, and directly carried the sharp blade and slashed over. The collision between them in an instant was like lightning and lightning, and the huge brilliance covered the eyes of the surrounding demon clans, and the smoke and dust came from the surface, sweeping the entire space.

After the collision, the expected scene, the staff of the dream shattered.

You must know that a staff is just a staff after all, and if you communicate with the elements in space, the staff can bloom with great power. But no matter how powerful the staff is, its body material is not indestructible, just like Lan Jiu's staff of dreams, its essence is nothing more than a dry ancient branch.

The Staff of Dreams, which blooms with the power of the elements, can still give this demon king a huge blow, but it is unbearable to collide hard.

However, what Lan Jiu wanted was such an ending, or rather, from the time he first chose the Staff of Dreams, he already knew in his heart how this staff should be used. The staff shattered, and those crystals flew out, but they did not fall to the ground, but surrounded Lan Jiu's side, spinning rapidly.

"Devour!" The corners of Lan Jiu's mouth raised slightly, and a strange voice sounded, and the violent brilliance instantly swallowed the entire space.