On the earth, many enemy monks looked up at the sky with palpitations, and many of them trembled and showed fear in their eyes, for fear that they would be destroyed in the next moment.

The people of the Yan clan were shocked, and their spirits were shocked, as if they were excited for the rest of their lives.

The black elder of the Yan clan stared at Yan Lan with his eyes, and then shouted violently: "Clansmen, use our anger to burn all the people who invade our clan, kill!"

Elder Black jumped up and slaughtered the enemy crowd bravely, and suddenly, the dust was stirred, blood overflowed, and there was a terrible howl.

Hundreds of Yan clan warriors were suddenly demoralized, and they concentrated their main forces and went straight to the gathering place of a family monk, and this unfortunate family was the Zhou clan.

Most of the monks of the Zhou tribe were affected by the thundercloud whirlpool, and their morale was slumped, and when they encountered the Yan warriors who were like a rainbow, they were immediately defeated and scattered, and only a few monks who were advanced in cultivation resisted stubbornly.

Sun Laozhu also joined the elders of the Yan clan and the seven monks of the Uncursed Mountain Range to fight with the strongest monks of the Zhou clan.

None of the other powerful monks came to help the Zhou clan, and even avoided it far away, for fear of accidentally angering the thunder-god-like boy in mid-air.

At this moment, dozens of miles away, the Curse Mountain People and the Ancestors of the Zhou Clan are in full swing, and the Curse Niu and the Ancestors of the Pang Family are also dying, and they have no time to take care of the earth-shattering power here.

Zhou Tianfeng lowered his head, seeing that his family members had been slaughtered madly, his pupils tightened, his eyes flashed, his palms flipped over, and he sacrificed his strongest magic weapon, the Ancient Bell of the Soul Dementor.

The most powerful attack of the Dementor Ancient Bell is not to destroy the opponent's soul, but to ingest the opponent's soul out of thin air, which is extremely mysterious.

Yan Lan's keen soul power sensed that Zhou Tianfeng had the ancient bell in his hand, he had also seen it before, and learned from Yan Yaoji's mouth that this ancient bell was extremely powerful, and immediately gritted his teeth and struck first, and the thundercloud vortex shot out a ray of thunder, which blasted straight towards Zhou Tianfeng.

Zhou Tianfeng's expression was cold, and he didn't see how he acted, but he slapped the bell with his hand, and a wave of bronze ripples visible to the naked eye swung open, and the thunder seemed to bombard the transparent cotton, shining for a moment, and then dissipating without a trace.

Yan Lan's eyes flickered, and the bronze ripples bombarded his soul, like a hand full of great power, intending to tear his soul out of his body.

"The Soul Ancient Bell, it's really weird, but I'm not a bully!" Yan Lan urged the soul element to stick to the soul, and the bronze ripples hit the soul element, and all the power was absorbed by the soul element.

After a moment's shake of his head, Yan Lan came to his senses in an instant, smiled wildly, and said coldly: "Old thief Zhou, the legendary soul dementor ancient bell is nothing more than that." See how I slaughter your Zhou people. ”

As soon as the sound fell, the thundercloud vortex turned violently, and the thunder and lightning rolled, reflecting most of the sky in a deep purple.

Zhou Tianfeng was shocked and said coldly: "Good boy, you are the first junior to survive under my ancient bell, and now you are at the end of your crossbow, I see what else you can do!"

"Whew!"

Nearly a hundred thunderbolts suddenly appeared in the sky, and the thunderbolts gathered but did not disperse, and went straight towards the hundreds of monks of the Zhou clan on the earth.

"Uhh......h

Countless miserable howls suddenly sounded, and under the precise control of Yan Lan's soul power, Lei Mang directly hit the strongest monk of the Zhou clan. Among the nearly 100 monks, more than 30 percent died in an instant, and the remaining 60 percent of the monks were injured to varying degrees.

Yan Lan has reached the limit by borrowing the power of heaven and earth, and it is really not easy to hurt the enemy like this.

Seeing this, the high-level leaders of the rest of the clan faction did not come to help, but took a few steps back, they were happy to see the Zhou clan and the Yan clan fighting fiercely, after all, no one did not like to take advantage of the fisherman.

Zhou Tianfeng's old eyes flashed red, and the ancestor of the Zhou clan was dragged by the uncursed mountain people, and he was unable to rush to the rescue. With his cultivation, he couldn't take nearly a hundred thunderbolts at all, so he could only watch Yan Lan bombard his own monks.

"Little thief Yan, the old man swears to kill you!"

Zhou Tianfeng shouted violently, put away the ancient bell of the dementor, the golden sword struck, and the golden soul burning technique ran angrily.

Yan Lan looked at the murderous Zhou Tianfeng, shook his head and sighed slightly, the thundercloud vortex above the sky had begun to collapse, and now he only had about one percent of the power of the thunder soul left, and he couldn't even enter the Zen heart space.

"I'm sorry, my clansmen, I've done my best!" Yan Lan put away the Red Molten Sword in his hand and the puppet that had been drained of energy, and the power of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword had also been consumed by half, and he also put it away.

At this moment, he was so tired and tired, as if he had been drained of all the strength of his body, so he gave up resisting. With his ultimate potential, he had already made a sure profit by killing so many monks of the enemy race, and it was worth dying in battle.

His gaze glanced at Ling Yu beside him affectionately, and he felt the urge to cry bitterly in his heart. At this time, he felt helpless like never before, unable to protect even his beloved, and what could make him more desperate.

"Farewell, Sister Ling Yu!" Zhou Tianfeng's sword light got closer and closer, Yan Lan closed his eyes, he couldn't bear to see Ling Yu's sad eyes.

Suddenly, Yan Lan felt a huge force and slammed himself to the ground, this force was extremely thick, but the lethality was very weak.

Then, he heard a loud roar, followed by a familiar muffled grunt, and a figure rushed past him, slamming into the ground faster than he did.

Yan Lan's eyes opened suddenly, and he found that Yan Yaoji's body was flashing with dark gold, and it smashed to the ground. And above his head, Zhou Tianfeng's face was ruthless, and the dark gold energy above the golden sword was steaming.

"Xiao Lan, Patriarch!" Ling Yu's body moved, shooting straight towards Yan Lan.

Everyone knows that Ling Yu is Yan Lan's most beloved person, therefore, none of the eight patriarch sect masters did anything to this little girl, because Ling Yu's combat power is almost negligible in front of them, and it is easy to kill her; the most important thing is that if anyone moves Ling Yu, he is afraid that it will arouse Yan Lan's angry flames again, and the thunder released by the thundercloud vortex above the sky, if it gathers momentum and only attacks any one of the eight patriarch sect masters, that person will not die or be disabled.

When they were in the West Mountain, some of them had learned the power of the thunderstorm.

"Patriarch, it was the patriarch who blocked the fatal blow for me. The patriarch was already seriously injured, and if he received this blow again...... Yan Lan didn't dare to think about it, and instantly shot down, hugging Yan Yaoji from the deep pit.

"Patriarch. Ling Yu also fell to Yan Lan's side, looking at the embarrassed Yan Yaoji with tears in his eyes.

"Patriarch!" dozens of Yan monks rushed over.

"Leave me alone, kill ...... Kill the enemy!" Yan Yaoji tried his best to tilt his head, and said to the clansmen who rushed over with a trembling voice.

"The patriarch said, kill the enemy!" one of the clansmen stopped abruptly and turned to shout at the clansmen.

"Okay, kill the enemy, kill the enemy!" everyone turned around one after another and rushed towards the defeated Zhou monks, the blood had dyed every inch of the land in that area red.

"Patriarch, you ......" Yan Lan held back tears, her heart full of self-blame. I think that at the beginning, when Xishan was facing the slaughter of the enemy clan, it was also the patriarch who used his body to block the sharp attack of the strong enemy for him.

He has lacked care since he was a child, and when he grows up, whoever treats him well will feel extremely warm. The old man in front of him has repeatedly disregarded his noble status and exchanged his life for his life, how can he not be moved, how can he not be resentful!

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