This thing is an ancient jade, ancient and unremarkable, but it makes Yan Lan's mind fluctuate greatly.

Yan Lan rubbed this ancient jade, and the veins on it were similar to the five ancient jades he had obtained before, and he couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zi Yidai frowned slightly and asked suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing. ”

Yan Lan smiled softly, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and at the same time put the ancient jade into the storage ring and put it together with the other five ancient jades.

Sure enough, as he expected, the six ancient jades gathered together, and each other released a wisp of blazing heat, and then fell silent again.

It seems that they were originally one, but for some reason, they were scattered all over the world.

Yan Lan was curious, how many of these ancient jades were there, and what their original functions were. However, now is clearly not the time to delve into this issue.

After three hours of cultivation, Yan Lan and Ziyi recovered to their best state before they left the Zen heart space.

"We have been delayed for a long time, and many people must have arrived at the foot of Ziyun Mountain!"

Yan Lan faced the middle of the forest and sighed.

Ziyi grabbed Yan Lan's hand and said, "It's okay, there are still more than two days, and those who walk slowly are not necessarily the ones who gain the least." Brother, there is me. ”

She smiled proudly, these days, she helped Yan Lan get rid of many opponents, and also looted a lot of wealth for him, making her feel that she was very useful, and she was no longer Yan Lan's oil bottle.

Yan Lan looked at this radiant girl, pursed her lips and smiled, then took her, urged her spiritual power, and galloped towards the middle of the forest.

Along the way, apart from encountering beasts and birds of different sizes and bloody bones, I didn't encounter anyone. It seems that after more than four hours of delay, they have been left far behind.

The bones, dark red, had apparently only been dead for a few hours. Everything of value on them has been robbed. Cultivation not only depends on one's own efforts and talents, but also cultivation resources are extremely important, so the battle between monks, as long as they kill the other party, will inevitably seize the resources that the other party has.

Yan Lan walked quickly for a long time, and did not see anything unusual, so she glanced at the eight black rings on his thumb, and then looked at Ziyi, her thumb had more than twenty black rings, frowned slightly, and said in her heart: "I don't know if the rumors are true, will these few black rings not be enough?"

He shook his head, didn't think about it, and galloped straight towards Ziyun Mountain.

After several hours, the sky was like ink, and the stars were dotted, and it was already night.

Yan Lan's keen spiritual sense was to find that hundreds of miles away, the number of figures began to increase, and he could detect a huge mountain peak, standing still on the forest land.

The peak is ten thousand feet high, straight into the sky, such as the fairy god is quiet, majestic and brilliant.

The strange thing is that with his mysterious thunder soul power, it is difficult to invade the mist-shrouded area on the top of the mountain. Nine times out of ten, that is where the Purple Immortal Mansion is located.

Yan Lan frowned, perhaps, the power of the thunder soul could not be detected, and it was also because of the distance.

Within a hundred miles of Ziyun Mountain, Yan Lan slowed down and cautiously pulled Ziyi to fly.

The closer he got to Ziyun Mountain, the more Yan Lan felt that the black ring above his thumb released a stream of warm energy, which continued to pour into Yuanying. Yuan Ying was hungry and thirsty, devouring wildly, and felt that his strength had improved a lot.

Looking at Ziyi again, the energy released on the black ring of her thumb is even more surging, and she can feel Ziyi's momentum rising.

"Sure enough, the more people you kill, the stronger you get. Heh, I'm also more and more curious, the top of the Purple Run, in the Purple Rung's Immortal Mansion, what is the sacredness, there is such a strange ability!"

Yan Lan's eyes were blazing, and his spiritual sense lingered in the mist-shrouded area, becoming more and more curious about the mystery under the mist.

It is fifty miles away from Ziyun Mountain.

"Haha, two more prey, kill them, and I'll be the same as you, and the number of killings will reach fifty. ”

"Okay, these two little guys, it's cheap for you. But that Nizi is really a water spirit, if she is outside, I am a little reluctant to kill her. ”

"Hehe, killing fifty people, the strength can be at least thirty percent, it's really exciting, killing people can actually improve their strength. ”

"Don't be verbose, do it, I'll cover for you!"

"I don't need your help, these two little guys, I'll deal with it alone. ”

On the thick branches of a giant tree sixty zhang high from the ground, there sat two young monks with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, and their cultivation had reached the peak of the infancy of the Second Yan Yuan.

Yan Lan's keen soul power had already detected the conversation between the two of them from a distance, and his eyes were suddenly cold, and he didn't take a detour, but shot straight towards the two of them.

"Die!"

The young monk with forty-eight black rings on his thumb jumped up, his hands were empty, and strange fluctuations in circles rippled with the touch of his fingers.

If there are sharp-eyed people present, they will definitely find that every strange fluctuation in this circle is actually a small killing array. The young monk was able to lay out a killing formation with a little bit of it, which shows that his formation cultivation is profound.

"Brother, let me kill him. ”

Ziyi's voice revealed coldness.

Yan Lan shook his head and said, "My black ratio is much less than yours, so leave it to me." ”

With a pinch of the hand, the annihilation of the dead qi surged.

"Die!"

When he was a hundred feet away from the young man, Yan Lan also shouted a terrifying word.

The annihilation of the dead qi enveloped the whole body, and the situation of the body was like lightning, domineeringly colliding on the Dao Transparent Killing Array.

Those killing arrays didn't even have time to explode before they were swallowed up by the annihilation and death qi.

The young man's eyes suddenly froze, and the strength of the young man in front of him exceeded his expectations.

In the fierce battle, one wrong step is life and death.

Yan Lan forced to look at the young man, the power of the thunder soul blasted violently, and with a flick of his right finger, the ghostly blade of the nether soared, taking advantage of the moment when the young man was hit by the thunder soul in a trance, blasting it into an empty shell corpse.

"Pounce!"

The corpse fell to the ground, and Yan Lan's thumb had another black ring.

At this moment, there were also more than thirty monks waiting for the rabbit in the area within ten thousand zhang, and they were watching this scene from afar, and their expressions changed suddenly. The monk at the peak of Eryanyuan's infancy, with just one face, was bombarded and killed by that seemingly weak young man, which was simply shocking to the world.

Along the way, they all knew how terrifying those two young men who were good at formations were. Ninety-eight monks were lost at their hands, which is enough to prove that they were not ordinary people.

However, such a terrifying monk, even they, the hunters, did not dare to take the initiative to provoke, and at this moment, they were killed in an instant, how could they not be frightened.

"This young man, I can't be provoked!"

Everyone whispered to remind their companions, giving up their original impatience, and at the same time silently sending sad expressions to the companion of the young man who had died.

After killing ninety-eight people, I am not satisfied, and I have kicked the iron nails now. For them, one less strong competitor naturally reduces their pressure.

Hundreds of zhang in front of Yan Lan, another young man saw that the situation was not good, and immediately threw down several killing formations behind him, and fled at a gallop. I was annoyed in my heart, how could I provoke such a strong guy.

"Whoever touches my sister will be killed. ”

The corners of Yan Lan's mouth lifted lightly, locking on the prey. His cultivation was lower than that of the other party, and his flight speed was beyond the reach of the dust, but there was one thing that far surpassed the monk's flight speed, and could even be comparable to the speed of light.

"Three thunder soul powers!"

Yan Lan compressed the power of the thunder soul three times, gathered it into a straight line, and instantly hit the young monk who was running frantically thousands of feet away.

The young monk was suddenly in a trance, his body was uncontrollable, and he fell to the earth with inertia.

"Die!"

Yan Lan casually shot out a Netherworld Blade, slashed a perfect arc in the air, and blasted the young monk into a hollow corpse, and then with a move of his hand, the two storage rings fell into his hand, and he didn't even look at it, and put it away casually. Among these two storage rings, at least ninety-eight monks who stepped into the Purple Ring Forest were robbed.

"Brother, it's amazing!"

Ziyi flashed in front of Yan Lan and gave a pink thumbs up approvingly.

Yan Lan smiled faintly, and his vigorous soul power swept away the dozens of monks lurking in the shadows without concealment.

They felt Yan Lan's unscrupulous spiritual sense investigation, and they all involuntarily shrank their heads, for fear that this evil god would rush over.

"Let's go, Ziyun Mountain is not far away. ”

Yan Lan retracted his soul power and said to Ziyi.

"Brother, should we also stay here, kill some monks, and get more black rings. ”

As soon as Zi Yi said this, those hidden monks immediately looked horrified, and many of them directly ejected, quickly away from this place of right and wrong. In their eyes, the seemingly weak girl turned out to be not a good stubble.

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