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 clearing between the clans, hundreds of people lay in pools of blood, mostly motionless, only a few still struggling and moaning.

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 people murmured 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, and they instinctively expected that such might was created by the genius that the Yan clan was proud of.

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

"Bang Bang ......"

Suddenly, there was a few sounds of rubble rolling down the crater.

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 grabbed the mouth of the pit, and then revealed a mess of unkempt hair, and then a pair of flashing sharp eyes were 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 embarrassed, but revealing the momentum of thunder and lightning.

"It's Yan Lan!" 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 easily!" 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 hairy boy who has not dried up, even if it is an elder of the Yan clan, he has to end up half dead and disabled, this kid can still stand...... Even, under my blow, it seems to have gotten stronger!"

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

This is simply an unbeatable Xiaoqiang!

No, it's a pervert who 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 him stared at Yan Lan motionlessly, Yan Lan at this moment 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 his teeth and snorted. His gaze swept over the people lying in a pool of blood, the crimson blood stung his eyes and shook his soul, for the first time in his life, he had witnessed the brutality of the killing, the battle of life and death, and the death of his loved ones.

His eyes flashed with a chill to the bone, and the faces and expressions of those with whom he had a blood feud were clearly engraved in his mind, deeply imprinted in his soul, and he would not forget them for the rest of his life unless his soul was gone.

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 he himself palpitated slightly. At this moment, a thick thunder energy in the sword was surging along the meridians of his arm, surging into his sea of consciousness, and the beasts in the soul element were also trying their best to release powerful thunder energy and pour 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, he 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 okay!" Yan Lan bent down with considerable difficulty, and gently stroked the bloody knife marks on Yan Yaoji's chest, and his heart suddenly stabbed. He couldn't believe that the patriarch he had always regarded as a god since he was a child had suffered such a terrible injury 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...... cough cough ......" Yan Yaoji laughed heartily regardless of his injury, unexpectedly triggering the wound, and couldn't help coughing violently a few times, casually spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Haha, Lan'er, don't worry, I'm overjoyed, don't worry, I can't die for the time being!" Yan Yaoji was afraid that his appearance would make Yan Lan worried, so he hurriedly waved his hand and explained.

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

He is not a ruthless person, and he will be moved when others care about him, but how can he not be moved from the bottom of his heart when others are desperate to protect him, even at the cost of their lives?

He is easy to be touched because few people have cared 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 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.