Yan Lan's soul realm has reached the peak of the seventh grade of the human realm, and it is enough to rely on the soul power to lock the body of the second elder of the Jiuyan Infant Transformation Period.

The speed of body movement, how can it be compared to the speed of soul tracking.

The hand of the god of death, like a maggot attached to a bone, followed the figure of the second elder.

The second elder saw that with his cultivation, he couldn't get rid of the hand of death, and immediately became furious: "Yanlan Xiao'er, are you really incompetent as an old man?"

After saying that, the second elder took a breath of anger, raised his hands faintly, and a huge force condensed in his palm.

Yan Lan sensed that this power was enough to split mountains and slash mountains and shake the wind and clouds.

"Is this the strength of the Nine Infants Transformation Period?"

Yan Lan groaned softly in his heart, at this moment, even his mind was shaken, and a feeling of looking up at the mountains lingered in his heart, making him immediately have the urge to surrender.

"The gap between the sixth and ninth and third generations can make me look up to me so much. It is no wonder that throughout the ages, there are only a handful of people who have cultivated to reach the Nine Infant Transformation Period. A million-mile territory, such a huge area, for so many years, only the Ten Cultivators of the Battle List have reached this realm. ”

Yan Lan was startled for a moment, and then his pupils shrank, and he said coldly: "No, how can I be succumbed to the Ninth Yan Infant Transition Period." ”

In the sanity, the power of the god of death has spread forty percent.

Yan Lan only has sixty percent of Qingming left.

"I only need to maintain a clear mind, and I can urge the greatest power of death, and today, I have to kill the second elder. Even if he is one of the top ten cultivators on the battle list!"

The Soul Devouring Vortex was surging and reversed, and the more powerful power of the Grim Reaper spread out mightily.

Yan Lan's pupils turned almost completely gray.

The Hand of Death skyrocketed several times. The momentum pressed towards the second elder.

The second elder did not dodge or dodge, and he was a little eyebrows. Behind him, hundreds of palm prints spread out in an instant.

It's like a lotus flower in full bloom. It is also like the sun descending into the world, the power of brilliance, breathtaking.

"Yanlan Xiao'er, you have the hand of death, and the old man has the hand of Tianyang, specializing in the power of yin and evil!"

The second elder looked solemn, said with a sly smile, and as soon as his hands were closed, the hundred palm prints instantly converged. Turned into a giant palm of dozens of feet, shining as dazzling as the sun, and went straight towards the hand of death.

"Boom ......"

The two palms collided, and a huge explosion exploded repeatedly in the palms.

One yin and one yang, one bright and one dark, like natural mortal enemies, entangled with each other.

The second elder was originally full of confidence, but after blinking, his brows were furrowed. He exclaimed in his heart: "How is it possible, the old man used the Jiuyan Infant Transformation Period to cultivate, and the hand of Tianyang that was sacrificed should have destroyed the hand of death. Unexpectedly, this son could be in a stalemate with the old man. The hand of the god of death, is it really the god of death?"

Now. Yan Lan was extremely uncomfortable, not only was the power of death surging wildly in his body. The clarity of the mind is gradually extinguished.

If it is completely extinguished. Yan Lan will lose her mind and completely become a killing demon who does not distinguish between friend and foe.

At that time, Yan Lan may really deserve the name of the god of death.

The third elder and the fourth elder of the Xuan clan immediately ordered all the puppets and beasts to stay away.

If the two palms of yin and yang explode, the power of the explosion produced may be no less than the power of the previous thunderstorm.

The power of thunderstorms is at least limited to the range of water mist.

And the power of this Yin and Yang two palms to explode is enough to sweep across the area of thousands of miles.

Thinking of the power of the thunderstorm, the Third Elder and the Fourth Elder both had an inexplicable fear.

In this life, they don't want to experience a second explosion like that. The explosion not only caused them to be brutally injured, but also lost dozens of puppets, and the flesh was extremely painful.

Yan Lan condensed the last trace of clarity, and said to the barefoot old ghost: "Master, go quickly!"

The barefoot old ghost was just about to hesitate, and Yan Lan roared, "Hurry up!"

The barefoot old ghost bit his teeth, pinched his hand, and laid a hundred defenses around Yan Lan's body, only then did he turn back and avoid it step by step.

"Poof......

A stream of black blood gushed out from Yan Lan's mouth.

Yan Lan could use the golden Buddha power to protect his body, but once he did so, it also meant that the power of the Hand of Death would be weakened by him personally.

At this moment, the only thing Yan Lan can do is to rely on the power of the thunder soul to guard the last trace of clarity of his mind.

"The old puppet of the Xuan clan, the ten cultivators of the battle list, what about it?"

Yan Lan shouted violently, and the powerful battle intent was transmitted to the hands of the god of death.

The five fingers of the hand of death were closed, and it was actually the hand of the second elder's Tianyang, and he grabbed it fiercely.

"Boom ......"

Like the stars bursting, like the sun destroying.

The dazzling brilliance will shine on the sky so that the sun loses its brilliance.

The huge wave of air caused the air to form several bubbles, and then it exploded in anger.

Yan Lan only felt that his consciousness was gradually blurred, the monstrous roar shook his eardrums and soul, and the huge force flew his body, a large amount of black blood spurted out, and his body fell towards the earth.

The trajectory of Yan Lan's fall exuded a gloomy atmosphere, like a fallen star, desolate and tragic.

The second elder also spat out a large amount of blood, and his breath withered sharply, and the huge impact shook his body into the air, shooting towards the sky uncontrollably.

The barefoot old ghost looked bitter and shouted, "Yan Lan!"

Immediately, the old ghost turned into a streamer, shot towards Yan Lan, and picked Yan Lan up.

The six-headed golden-scaled king python, seeing that its master was injured, also roared sadly, wrapped Yan Lan in the center, and looked vigilantly at the murderous puppets and fierce beasts thousands of miles away.

The third elder and the fourth elder of the Xuan clan were shocked, and hurriedly flew up and took the second elder who was thrown up.

Inside the ancestral tower of the Xuan clan, in front of the light curtain.

At the moment of the explosion, even the light curtain shook violently.

Xuanshan was surprised and said: "With the cultivation of the second elder, I will use the hand of Tianyang with all my might, even if I face it in person, I will have to use extreme tricks to fight." Yan Lan, who was only in the six-day infant transformation period, was able to match it, and even caused the second elder to suffer a backlash. The method of this son's cultivation is really terrifying. ”

Xuan Gu nodded slightly, his face showed an extremely rare solemnity, and after a little groaning, he said coldly: "That's it, our clan has paid such a heavy price, and it can be regarded as making this son seriously injured and unconscious." Today, be sure to bring this son back. Order the three elders to destroy Yan Lan's spiritual wisdom and control his soul first, so as not to cause accidents. ”

There was a sentence that Xuan Gu did not say: "Even if this son is unconscious, he has a kind of power that makes people palpitate, and no one knows when he will open his eyes." But as soon as he opens his eyes, he will burst out with incalculable power. ”

......

Thousands of miles in the sky, the barefoot old ghost looked at Yan Lan who was full of life, his heart was in severe pain, and he immediately urged the majestic spiritual power to try his best to drive away the dead qi on Yan Lan's body.

Thousands of miles away, the second elder was supported by three or four elders, and a mouthful of blood spurted out before he stabilized his figure.

The second elder connected the acupuncture points around his body, breathed a few times, his face turned ruddy, looked at Yan Lan coldly, squinted his eyes and said: "The old man has cultivated for thousands of years, and no one has ever been able to hurt me so far. Yan Lan can do it, and he died in the hands of the old man today, which is enough to be proud. (To be continued......)

PS: Good night!