I saw Jun Lan quickly roll up the sleeves of his robe, and the crimson sleeves of his robe hovered in the air like flowers blooming on the other side, turning all attacks into shadows.

Everyone never knew that Jun Lan was so powerful, they had only heard that Jun Lan Cuo's strength was unpredictable, and he had never really fought each other, and today these thousands of cultivators were so vulnerable in front of Jun Lan Cuo, what kind of cultivation could resolve the attack launched by thousands of cultivators at the same time.

In an instant, the entire foothills of the Cave Ghost Yan were as silent as an ancient tomb that no one had entered in a hundred years, and every breath was likely to trigger a crisis.

Jun Lancuo was not satisfied with the expressions of these people, and a devil-like smile suddenly appeared on his cold face.

"Didn't you say you killed the deity? Which of you goes first? Jun Lan slowly stretched out his fleshy fingers, and stood in the wind, looking down at them condescendingly as if looking at ants.

"Don't be afraid, he has only one person, we have three thousand, I am afraid ......"

Before the person could finish speaking, Jun Lan was interrupted, and he let out a casual sigh, his cold eyes were smiling, and his kind smile was like a trap with a sharp blade, full of temptation and smiles.

"There are more than people, so look at them."

Jun Lan said it wrongly, with a flick of his fingers, countless red butterflies flew out from Jun Lan's fingertips, this butterfly is very good-looking, the wings look like half a flower, although the wings are not as smooth as ordinary butterflies, but they can still fly.

This is a kind of death butterfly that used to be a cave ghost Yan, and its favorite thing is to suck people's blood, and even the soul, for many years, there are no longer a few people who have died in the cave ghost Yan.

Before Jun Lan didn't control the cave ghost Yan, these butterflies were very good at camouflage, and any one of them fell to the ground like a flower on the other side, blooming red in the mist, and it was easy to confuse the cultivators who lived in the mountain, so the cave ghost Yan used to be like a hell, and almost no one could enter it.

Jun Lan mistakenly mastered two kinds of butterflies, one was the mist butterfly that erupted when Feng Ling fell to die in his previous life, and the other was such a butterfly like a flower.

Everyone looked at the entire cave ghost Yan covered with butterflies, and for a moment they looked at Jun Lan's wrong eyes as if they were looking at a fool.

Some people really couldn't help it, they couldn't straighten up when they laughed, and they couldn't close their mouths when they pointed at Jun Lan's wrong nose and smiled.

"Jun Lan is wrong, if you are afraid, just hand over Yao Yuling and put some butterflies that are not like the four like what are you doing?"

Because the cave ghost Yan has never been alive, this group of people don't know how terrible the cave ghost Yan is, Jun Lan is wrong at the beginning, it's like watching a joke.

Jun Lancuo didn't speak, but smiled contemptuously.

"The five countries are so courageous, I don't know if they will vomit blood if they lose so many strong people, or send it to the door yourself, don't blame the deity for being polite, my cave ghost Yan needs the nourishment of blood to make the poisonous mist last, so, don't even think about running away!"

As he spoke, Jun Lancuo's entire pupils were red, like a violent madman.

With the wave of Jun Lan's wrong fingers, the butterflies in the sky were as gentle as flower petals flying, and they flew towards them one by one.

One was attached to a person, and that person bleed all over the ground as if it had exploded.

Seeing the fate of that person, everyone was stunned, so frightened that their legs were weak, and some even sat on the ground.