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"Fog Lao, a mere fog beast, is invincible in the eyes of others, but in front of me Yanlan, it's just a cat and a dog beast!"

Yan Lan raised his right hand, and the thunder water melted into the form of a purple lin, roaring towards the mist beast.

Wu Lao suddenly pinched his fingers, his breath changed instantly, and he shouted: "Everyone, go quickly, don't fight Yan Lan!"

Immediately, the fog elder ignored the fog beast and hurriedly turned around and retreated.

Yan Lan squinted his eyes and said in his heart: "It is worthy of being a fog old man with divination powers, who can calculate blessings and disasters in an instant, but unfortunately, he can only calculate blessings and disasters, but he can't calculate me!"

The thunder water fusion force and the fog beast were entangled, Yan Lan released the power of the thunder soul, and the thunder water fusion power exploded instantly, and the extremely strong power was like the sun cracking, and the sky and the earth were shaken, and even the purple fire and the dark light that were thousands of feet away were violently shaken.

The fog beast dissipated without a trace.

In the midst of the explosion, a wisp of thunder water melted towards the escaping fog elder and exploded in an instant.

The fog surging around the old fog only lasted for half a breath, and then the fog dispersed and disappeared.

At this moment, Yan Lan paid special attention to Wu Lao and found that he did not use the power of the Lord's blessing, I don't know if it was because it was too late, or if the power of the blessing had already been consumed.

It's just that at the moment of the death of the fog elder, the energy of the explosion center was too raging, and no one found that the fog old died, probably thinking that the fog old had successfully escaped with great powers.

The Black Pavilion Lord shouted: "The old god of fog counts, today is fierce, go quickly!"

The purple fire figure seemed to hesitate, hesitated, but did not choose to retreat. Instead, he continued to control the Purple Fire Dragon and opened his brazier mouth towards Yan Lan.

Yan Lan looked up at the Purple Fire Dragon. The fury in it suffocated him.

"Such a terrifying Purple Fire Dragon, even I feel shocked when I face it. Who is that purple fire figure, the cultivation is impossible to see, and the purple fire is even more unpredictable. ”

Yan Lan groaned in his heart, but he didn't retreat, and said faintly: "Thunder Punishment Gumu, it's time for you to get out of the sheath!"

Yan Lan stretched out his hand behind his back, and the Thunder Punishment Gu Mu that was originally hidden immediately showed his figure.

"Buzz ......"

The ancient sheath is out of the sheath, and the heaven and earth resonate!

The purple fire figure only felt an aura of destruction that he had never seen before, and it suddenly emerged from heaven and earth. An unprecedented sense of crisis pervades the body.

"It's not good, retreat!"

The purple fire figure realized that he was holding it up, and he looked down on Yan Lan, so he immediately stopped fighting and urged the fire dragon to attack, but he fled away.

Yan Lan's face was hideous, and he said coldly: "Under the ancient law, how can there be vitality?"

Gu Mu struck a blow, and there was only one breath.

But it's in between. The Ancient Thunder Energy Torrent completely destroyed the Purple Fire Dragon, and swept through the purple fire figure that was about to disappear, completely annihilating the purple fire figure.

Yan Lan found that when the purple fire figure was destroyed. Nor did he use the power of the blessings of the Lord.

Although the Black Pavilion Lord chose to retreat before, he did not leave completely, but observed from a distance.

Finally. The Black Pavilion Lord sensed that something was wrong, and the old fog aura was completely gone. Even the figure of the purple fire seemed to be swept away by the torrent of thunder and lightning.

"Yan Lan, this son, it's really terrifying!"

The Black Pavilion Lord left this sentence. Without hesitation, he pulled out a teleportation talisman.

Yan Lan's figure flashed, came to the side of the Black Pavilion Lord, and said in a deep voice: "Black Pavilion Lord, are you going to give up the Black Pavilion and give up the Xiao Drunken Bamboo?"

The Black Pavilion Lord ignored Yan Lan and was about to pinch the teleportation talisman immediately.

Yan Lan's cold voice immediately came into the ears of the Black Pavilion Lord: "I want to leave now, don't you think it's too late?"

The black pavilion master was about to scold, and as soon as he raised his head, he was immediately startled.

I saw an arm, suspended above his head, and above the arm, there was a force that destroyed the world and the earth, as if as long as he moved again, that arm could pinch him to death like an ant.

"Yan Lan, what do you want to do?"

As soon as the Black Pavilion Lord asked, he hurriedly pinched the teleportation spirit rune, but unfortunately, he saw a flash of white light, and the others were still in place.

Under the shroud of the severed hand, the teleportation rune fails.

At this moment, the Flowing Shadow Sword Emperor and the Flower looked around drunkenly, as if they hadn't figured out what was going on.

Hua was drunk and sorrowful, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her expression suddenly changed, and she exclaimed: "Hurry up!"

The Flowing Shadow Sword Emperor's expression also changed drastically, and he immediately accepted the recruitment, preparing to escape.

In the golden light, a voice suddenly came: "Two donors, the little monk hasn't played enough, how boring it is to go like this, let's play with the little monk for a while!"

"Get out of here, little bald donkey, the old lady will clean you up next time!"

Hua drunk and scolded a few words happily, and with a wave of the sleeve veil, he was about to leave in style.

However, Hua Zuchou cast a method of escape, and found that he was still staying in place.

At this time, the Flowing Shadow Sword Emperor was also wide-eyed, and he, like Hua Drunk, was also unsuccessful in leaving.

The Flowing Shadow Sword Emperor and Hua Zuchou glanced at each other, and they could see the horror in each other's eyes, and the Flowing Shadow immediately scolded: "Little bald donkey, you are looking for death." This emperor is a senior branch elder of the Sword Alliance, the emperor of the sword, how can you stay?"

After saying that, the Flowing Shadow Sword Emperor sacrificed his long sword, and the will of the sword path surged, and within ten thousand zhang, it was all shrouded in his sword intent.

Where the sword intent is shrouded, you can do whatever you want.

Seeing this, Hua was drunk and worried, and said angrily: "The little bald donkey is tired of living, and the old lady is not easy to mess with." ”

Immediately, hundreds of red horses were like peacocks opening the screen, spreading out from the drunken body of the flower, and instantly enveloped the golden light of Wuse.

"Die!"

The Flowing Shadow Sword Emperor and the Flower Drunken Sorrow shouted together, and the two extreme moves were urged to the extreme at the same time.

Wu Se was not sad or happy, his hands were closed, and the Buddha mantra was recited in his mouth, and the huge golden light immediately swirled, and then condensed, turning into two golden whips, and pumping towards the Flowing Shadow Sword Emperor and the Flower Drunken Sorrow.

"Boom ......"

The sky exploded again and again, and Wu Se retreated, and his face was slightly pale.

The Flowing Shadow Sword Emperor and the Flower were drunk and sorrowful, but they both spurted blood from their mouths, their breath weakened, and at the same time they looked at Wuse in disbelief, and Wuse was stronger than they imagined.

Seeing this, Ziyi's figure flashed, urging the black phoenix to capture the Flowing Shadow Sword Emperor and Hua Drunken Sorrow.

Yan Lan looked at Ziyi and Wuse, and seeing that the two of them were fine, Fang turned his gaze to the Black Pavilion Lord.

"Tell the secret of the lord and spare you from death!"

Yan Lan said indifferently, that arm was the giant hand obtained from under the Pinghe Valley, and now it has become his third hand, once it is sacrificed, the power is far beyond his imagination.

Of course, the consumption of spiritual energy by sacrificing a severed hand is also extremely terrifying.

After all, the Black Pavilion Lord was an old and refined figure, he immediately stabilized his mind, glared at Yan Lan angrily and said, "Wishful thinking!"

Yan Lan's eyes suddenly froze, and the consumption of spiritual energy with a severed hand was too fast, and he couldn't maintain it for too long, so he immediately grabbed the Black Pavilion Lord with his severed hand without hesitation, and cast the Soul Separation Imperial Dao Technique, intending to draw the soul and search for the soul.

After a breath, Yan Lan's face suddenly froze.

"No soul, no soul!"

The four words in a low voice caused Yan Lan's heart to surge violently.

The Black Pavilion Lord raised his head and laughed, and the whole person was shrouded in a ghostly light, and then the ghostly light exploded, as if the primordial god had exploded by itself.

Yan Lan gritted his teeth and urged the Spirit Devouring Vortex, and the vast devouring power was released through the severed hand, and the strange ghost light converged towards the Spirit Devouring Vortex.

After dozens of breaths, Yan Lan was completely swallowed by the ghostly light suppressed by the severed hand.

Yan Lan frowned tightly and muttered, "The Black Pavilion Lord is actually a soulless person, how can there be a soulless person in the world?" )