"Really, is there nothing you can do?" Looking at Zhou Tianfeng, who was getting closer and closer, Yan Lan sighed slightly, and a sense of powerlessness appeared in his heart.

Suddenly, his fists clenched, and his body swelled with momentum.

"Even if you die, you have to pull a cushion!" Yan Lan's eyes were shining with determination, since there was no way out, he could only fight to the death. As for the alien beasts, they must not be handed over to these tigers and wolves. Immediately, Hongming Jue ran wildly, and the few golden abilities in his body were also transported to his palm.

Zhou Tianfeng's figure in his pupils became bigger and bigger, and the madness in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Bang!"

Yan Lan was just about to fight Zhou Tianfeng in close quarters, and a figure immediately blocked in front of him.

"Patriarch!"

Yan Lan was stunned and roared in pain. It was Yan Yaoji, who was injured, who blocked Zhou Tianfeng's blow for him. I saw that the scar on Yan Yaoji's chest was torn apart again, and the blood soaked his clothes red, and then dripped to the ground.

"Lan'er, go as far as possible, quickly!" Yan Yaoji tried his best to resist Zhou Tianfeng's attack, and at the same time anxiously transmitted the message to Yan Lan.

"No, I'm not leaving!" Yan Lan said with a bitter expression, his palm condensed a burst of energy, and suddenly blasted towards Zhou Tianfeng.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhou Tianfeng's mouth, and with a wave of his right hand, he scattered the energy released by Yan Lan.

"Stinky boy, with your current strength, you are simply dying, and those who know each other should hurry up and hand over the strange beast, and the Yan clan may be able to survive for a few days, otherwise, I will remove the Yan clan from Tianlu today." Zhou Tianfeng threatened viciously.

Yan Lan sensed a trace of cunning in Zhou Tianfeng's eyes, and knew right now that even if he handed over the strange beast, the Zhou clan and the other two clans would definitely take the opportunity to slaughter the Yan clan today. Because the other party is not a fool, they all understand that if they rob the Yan clan's strange beast, the Yan clan will become a poisonous snake that will bite hard at any time, and if they don't get rid of it, their hearts will be uneasy.

What's more, the Yan and Zhou clans, who originally maintained a good relationship on the surface, have torn their faces at this moment, and the Zhou clan is even more reluctant to leave the root cause.

It's like, you robbed others of things that they regarded as their lives, and you both had the intention of destroying each other, and now that you have obtained your things, it is time to strangle each other, will you let each other leave safely?

"Let's go, Lan'er, quickly, you hide in the stone room where our clan stores the dragon elephant artifact to cultivate, no one will be able to find you there, our clan can't be killed or injured, and the hope of revenge is all in you!" Looking at Yan Lan, who was hesitant, Yan Yaoji's voice was a little stunned.

Yan Lan's expression was entangled, looking at the clansmen who had already been fighting, his heart was filled with unprecedented helplessness and sadness. He saw that Yan Yaoji was resolute, his teeth clenched resentfully, he sighed in his heart, and his figure began to retreat.

"Hehe, stinky boy, I want to run!" Zhou Tianfeng sneered, and immediately blocked Yan Lan's retreat. With a dozen gestures, the three elders of the Zhou clan ran over and surrounded Yan Lan and Yan Yaoji.

"Old guy, if you block my attack for that stinky boy, I will know your intentions, so, Yan Lan can't run, haha......" Zhou Tianfeng smiled proudly, and blasted out a palm, knocking Yan Yaoji, who was seriously injured, to the ground.

"All the clansmen listen to the order, don't fall in love with the war, and flee if you can!" Yan Yaoji roared at the clansmen the moment he fell, with all his strength.

"If we don't leave, we swear to live and die with the family!"

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to kill all the mongrels stained with the blood of my people, haha......"

“......”

The Yan people shouted angrily, but no one retreated. All the strong members of the family rushed to the periphery, surrounded the weak clansmen in the middle, and attacked with defense, and simply resisted the attacks of the alien people wave after wave.

In terms of overall strength, they are not comparable to the three clans and one clan, but they have the decisive will to die, and their combat effectiveness has risen sharply. But their opponents, fighting because they are cooperative, have their own scruples and reservations, and their offensive is greatly reduced. Under the elimination of one and the other, for a while, the group battle turned into a stalemate.

Yan Linglong pulled Yan Lingyu, who was expressionless, and looked around vigilantly. At this moment, she was protected by her clan in the center, and she was not affected by the attack for the time being, but she still did not relax her defense, and her beautiful eyes full of anger kept an eye on the movements around her.

Yan Lan's keen soul power immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that Yan Lingyu was safe and sound, and then saw the three elders of the Zhou clan who surrounded him, and his heart suddenly cooled, now he wanted to escape, but he was afraid that it would be difficult to fly.

However, he still has the ultimate way out, which is the Zen heart of compassion. He couldn't wait to include all the people in the Zen heart space, but Yan Li had solemnly told him many times that he must not let anyone know the secrets of the Zen heart of Ciyuan, otherwise it would bring greater disasters to the family. What's more, with his current ability, he can't bring others into the Zen mind space at all.

Yan Lan was entangled again, looking at the three elders who were about to start, his eyes were cold, and he coldly threatened: "One step closer, and the death of lightning is your fate!"

The three elders of the Zhou clan were just about to make a move, when they suddenly felt the thundercloud pressure emanating from the sky above their heads, and their outstretched hands suddenly stopped, revealing a trace of fear and hesitation in their expressions.

"Thunderclouds, others will be afraid, but I'm not afraid, let's die!" Zhou Tianfeng had a long sword in his hand, and the sharp light went straight towards Yan Lan.

......

Standing in the distance, indifferently watching the killing in the middle of the basin, his expression was flat and did not show any unusual fluctuations.

In his opinion, such killings often exist in Tianlu, and he has no obligation to reconcile the contradictions between these families, just as those old monsters hidden in Tianlu will not meddle in these things.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he raised his head in shock, looking at the sky where nothing unusual appeared except for thunderclouds.

Although the thundercloud is powerful, it does not pose a threat to him, so what is it that makes him so shocked.

Pan Ji Sanren furrowed his brows, stared at the sky in a daze and was silent, and after a few breaths, he nodded thoughtfully, his eyes flashing with a solemn brilliance.

"Stop!" The figure of the disc machine moved rapidly, and with a wave of dust, a clear light shot out, and it was actually more than ten zhang away from Zhou Tianfeng, who was killing Yanlan.

Zhou Tianfeng was shocked, only to feel that this wave of attacks had an unstoppable momentum, and he had no power to parry, and when he stared at it, he found that it was the intervention of the disc machine.

"This old guy, his cultivation is actually so high?Could it be that this is the gap between the second realm and the third realm?" Zhou Tianfeng suppressed his anger and secretly speculated.

Seeing that a trick was successful, the disc machine suddenly appeared on Yan Lan's side, grabbed Yan Lan's arm, pulled him by his side, and then yelled at the people who were red-eyed: "Everyone, stop me!"

"Buzz ......"

Tens of thousands of people in the center of the basin all felt a buzzing in their souls, and then they sensed the irreversible will in this shout, and they stopped waving their swords and swords, and looked at the scattered people who were suspended in the air in a daze.

"Hmm, the disc machine is scattered, which is against his usual style!"

"What's wrong with this!"

“......”

Everyone in the surrounding audience was suspicious, and they were extremely puzzled how the people who had always had nothing to do with the machine suddenly stopped drinking and killing the people who were in the middle of the killing.

At this moment, the Forgotten True Man, Pang He and the others were also aware of this abnormal phenomenon, and after a moment of silence, they immediately ordered their disciples and clansmen to gather together.

In just a moment, the tribes converged, and in the clearing between the clans, the corpses were piled up one layer higher than before.

In the middle of the basin, the hustle and bustle suddenly turned into complete silence, and everyone looked at the dispersal and speculated about his intentions.

Yan Lan's heart was also full of doubts, he raised his head and looked at the immortal wind bones, and he didn't understand why he wanted to save himself at this moment. Because if he had the intention to save him, he should have shot at the beginning, instead of waiting until the Yan clan was cornered to make a horizontal stab.

The real person who forgot the world frowned, stepped forward respectfully, and arched his hand: "I don't know what the predecessors of the disc machine commanded?"

The disc machine scattered people looked down at Yan Lan with a look on his face, his eyes flickered a few times, and he raised his head and said coldly: "The battle of foreign beasts, stop here, and each clan will go back to its own home!"

"What?" there was a chorus of surprise all around.

Forgetting the world, Zhou Tianfeng, Pang He, and Situ Hengyi also opened their mouths in shock, looking at the Pan Ji Sanren in disbelief, they couldn't believe it, how could the Pan Ji Sanren, who had always been idle, help the decaying and weak Yan Clan.