In the Xishan Basin, where the killing was thick, everyone felt the amazing coercion coming from above the sky, and they all stopped fighting, and each merged into their own family area, looking up at the sky in amazement.

In the open space between the clans, hundreds of people lay in pools of blood, most of them motionless, and only a few were still struggling**.

However, at this moment, under the panic of heaven, except for a few people who were very close to the people in the pool of blood and had the courage to go to investigate, the rest of the people were looking at the sky, their eyes wide and their mouths open, showing their inner shock and incomprehension.

"At this time, how could there be a sudden cloud robbery?"

Many of them muttered in low voices.

The Yan clansmen looked up at the sky, and some of the clansmen frowned suddenly, because they felt that this scene was quite similar to the scene under the thunderstorm at the beginning, and this was clearly not a pure heavenly tribulation, but ...... It's a variant of the Thunderstorm.

At this moment, many Yan clansmen involuntarily glared at the pit that Yan Lan smashed into, and a scorching flame burned inexplicably in their hearts.

"This ...... It can't be Yan Lan's might, right?"

"But, with his ability, how can he make such a momentum?"

“......”

Some Yan clansmen who had seen Yan Lan's ability secretly muttered in their hearts, they instinctively expected that such a power was the genius that the Yan clan was proud of, and it was triggered by it.

The entire basin was suddenly quiet, except for the thunder and heavenly power slowly churning.

"Bang Bang ......"

Inside the pit, there were suddenly several sounds of rubble rolling down.

Many people near the pit felt as if they had been struck by a giant hammer in their hearts, and suddenly turned their heads to look at the mouth of the pit.

I saw that a hand suddenly picked up the mouth of the pit, and then revealed a mess of hair, and then a pair of flashing sharp eyes, revealed......

In the end, in the astonishment of everyone, a figure staggered to the mouth of the pit, ragged, holding the Heavenly Thunder Sword, and the thunder mangs around him swam violently, quite wolf-like, but revealing the momentum of thunder and lightning.

"It's Yanlan!"

Yan Lingyuan's eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly.

"Haha, Yan Lan didn't die, I knew that this kid couldn't die so lightly!"

Yan Linghe hugged Yan Lingyuan, and his voice was a little crazy.

Among the surviving Yan clansmen, the sound of joy and cheer sounded one after another, and suddenly, the morale soared and the crowd was excited.

However, the people of the various clans who were enemies of the Yan clan looked surprised, and then their eyes suddenly cold, and the corners of their mouths floated with cruelty.

Obviously, Yan Lan was not dead, and they were both shocked and annoyed.

"What, this kid didn't die under my blow! Could it be the protection of the Heavenly Thunder Sword?"

Situ Hengyi, who was suspended in mid-air, couldn't help but shake slightly, the sword in his hand almost slipped out, and his face was filled with horror.

"How is it possible, my blow, let alone this stinky hairy boy, even if it is an elder of the Yan clan, he will end up half dead, this kid can still stand...... Even, under my blow, it seems to have gotten stronger!"

Situ Hengyi looked at Yan Lan in disbelief, then felt the soul fluctuations emanating from Yan Lan's body, and then glanced at the mighty heavenly power above the sky, and for a while, his brain couldn't turn around.

This is simply an unbeatable Xiaoqiang!

No, it's a pervert that gets stronger and stronger!

Even the Forgotten World, Zhou Tianfeng, and Pang He were all surprised, they were quite close to Situ Hengyi, and they knew very well how powerful Situ Hengyi's sword was, even if they faced it, they needed to take out at least seventy or eighty percent of their strength to defend.

The audience around them stared at Yan Lan motionlessly.

At this moment, Yan Lan was like a demon crawling out of hell, his body was scorched black, but his eyes were like stars in the night sky, flashing with sharp light.

"This kid is not human!"

"This cloud calamity, it can't really be made by him!"

"Under the anger of Situ Old Thief, he can not die under the sword, what kind of monster is he?"

"It must be that sword, the Thunder Sword Pu Ning's Heavenly Thunder Sword, that protected him!"

“......”

Because of the noisy voices of the Yan people, everyone also began to gossip.

The rest of the people were all looking at the Heavenly Thunder Sword in Yan Lan's hand with enthusiasm, but at this moment, no one dared to go forward and take it forcibly.

Yan Lan gasped slightly, and his eyes looked around at the people of the four clans, especially Pang He, Situ Hengyi, Zhou Tianfeng, and the people who forgot the world, and stayed for a long time.

"You people, I will not forget any of you, I will make you pay the deepest price for today's shamelessness!"

Yan Lan gritted her teeth and snorted.

Yan Lan's gaze swept over the clansmen lying in a pool of blood, the red blood stung his eyes and shook his soul, this was the first time in his life that he witnessed the tragedy of killing, the battle of life and death, and the death of his relatives.

Yan Lan's gaze flashed with a chill to the bone, and the faces and expressions of those who had a blood feud with him were clearly engraved in his mind and deeply imprinted in his soul.

Yan Lan lowered his head, stared at the Heavenly Thunder Sword clenched in his hand, and then looked up at the clouds above the sky, and took a deep breath.

The power of the clouds, even Yan Lan himself palpitated slightly.

At this moment, a thick thunder energy in the sword was surging along the meridians of Yan Lan's arm, transmitting to his sea of knowledge;

The alien beasts in the soul element also tried their best to release powerful thunder energy and poured it into his sea of consciousness.

These thunder energies were all borrowed by his soul.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Yan Lan knew that although he had the ability to control the clouds, the power of his soul at this moment could not attract the power of the thunderclouds at all.

The reason why he can trigger thunderclouds now is all due to the dual support of the Heavenly Thunder Sword and the Alien Beast.

That day, the Thunder Sword was actually under the control of the alien beast, releasing a powerful thunder and lightning energy.

If it weren't for that, Yan Lan wouldn't have been able to carry Situ Hengyi's fatal sword just now.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Yan Lan's steps moved, but everyone around him was shocked, and even many people instinctively took a few steps back, as if they saw a bad god.

"Patriarch, are you alright?"

Yan Lan bent down with considerable difficulty, and gently stroked Yan Yaoji's chest, the bloody and blurred knife marks suddenly stabbed in his heart.

Yan Lan couldn't believe that the patriarch he had always regarded as a god since he was a child had suffered such a serious injury at this moment in order to protect him.

"Lan'er, this little injury is not enough to crush your patriarch, it's okay if you're okay, it's okay if you're okay, hahaha...... Ahem......"

Yan Yaoji laughed heartily regardless of his injury, but unexpectedly triggered the wound, and couldn't help coughing violently a few times, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood casually.

"Haha, Lan'er, don't worry, I'm overjoyed, don't worry, I can't die for the time being!"

Yan Yaoji was afraid of his appearance, which made Yan Lan worried, and hurriedly waved his hand to explain.

His nose was sore, and Yan Lan suddenly felt that there was some kind of liquid surging in his eyes, and he tried his best to suppress it.

He is not a ruthless person, and when others care about him, he will be moved;

Others did not hesitate to protect him, even at the cost of their lives, how could he not be moved from the bottom of his heart?

Yan Lan is easy to be touched because few people care about him since he was a child, so as long as he receives a little care, he will feel extremely warm.

"Patriarch, I promised you that I will definitely protect my people and my family. ”

Yan Lan's palm was gently pressed on Yan Yaoji's chest, and a few wisps of golden light slowly flowed out of his palm.

Yan Yaoji only felt a peaceful aura enveloping his chest, not only did the bleeding stop instantly, but even the pain disappeared suddenly. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and stared at the mysterious boy in front of him in amazement.

Smiling slightly, Yan Lan raised his head, glanced around, and said lightly: "Patriarch, next, I will protect you!"

Yan Lan stood up slowly, and above the sky, the thunderclouds that covered the sky, and the thunder flowed even more turbulently.

The expressions of the people were also suddenly solemn in this majestic heavenly might.