Although Yan Lan was relaxed on the lips, she was extremely concerned in her heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The strength of the Xuan Valley, even if Yan Lan searched the souls of the elders of the Xuan Clan, he could not know how strong it was.

But Xuangu can rank second in the top ten cultivation rankings, as early as a hundred years ago, the cultivation surpassed the first ancestor, and now it must be even more difficult to guess.

During the nine days, Yan Lan tried his best to improve his cultivation, and finally on the last day, his cultivation was promoted to the middle stage of the second derivative distraction.

The soul realm is still the pinnacle of the seventh grade of the human realm, but this is because Yan Lan tried his best to suppress it, but in fact, it has been expanded to the extreme, as long as Yan Lan relaxes a little, he can quickly break through to the eighth grade of the human realm.

On the ninth day, Yan Lan came out of the customs, wearing a cyan robe, long hair, and heroic eyebrows, looking extremely free and handsome.

On Gangtian Square, five ancestors and more than 100 disciples stood quietly.

Yan Lan looked at everyone's concerned eyes and smiled: "Isn't it just a fight, don't worry so much." This sect and the Xuan clan will have a day sooner or later, solve it one day sooner, and be peaceful one day sooner. ”

Kuang Yuanwu took a step forward and arched his hand: "Senior Brother Yan, I think you were still sorry for you when you first entered the sect. Unexpectedly, you are the only one who dies for this door. Dealing with Xuangu, we can't help you too much, this is a battle talisman, which contains the strong fighting intent of more than 100 disciples of this sect, if you are not able to fight, you can sacrifice this battle talisman, we and other hundreds of people will definitely help you. ”

Yan Lan took the battle talisman, which was not much different from the ordinary spirit rune, except that it contained not the power of the spirit element, but a strong will.

The battle talisman is a kind of spirit talisman, which is extremely difficult to refine, if you want to exert its power. It requires the monk to inject a strong fighting spirit.

But the battle intent is not spiritual power, and it cannot be generated for no reason. Therefore, a battle talisman containing a strong battle intent can be said to be hard to find.

Yan Lan put away the battle talisman. He arched his hand and said: "Thank you brothers and sisters, I will definitely live up to the high expectations of my teacher." ”

The barefoot old ghost said: "Yan Lan, the aftermath of this battle is extremely rare, even our five ancestors are difficult to get close to you within 10,000 miles, and they can't help you too much, you must be cautious." Master believes in you, all of us old monsters. They all believe in you. Take out your jealous power, defeat Xuangu, and return triumphantly!"

Yan Lan took a deep breath, nodded heavily, and then jumped up and galloped towards the direction of the Pinghe Valley.

In an instant, Yan Lan sacrificed the thunder purple eagle, and he stood on top of the purple eagle's head, with a proud bearing.

The Third Ancestor watched Yan Lan leave. Stretching out his right palm, he flicked in the void, and the space shook slightly, revealing a light curtain six zhang square.

Everyone looked. On the light curtain, the scene of the Pinghe Valley was displayed, and an old man was seen standing arrogantly in the air.

The old man had a beard hanging down his chest and long hair reaching his waist. The smell of vicissitudes permeated the body.

This old man is none other than Xuan Gu.

Right now. Xuan Gu seemed to sense the light curtain, and his eyes lifted. An invisible coercion immediately came out through the light curtain.

On the Gangtian Square, there were suddenly many disciples whose qi and blood were surging, their steps were unsteady, and they retreated again and again.

Seeing this, the three ancestors waved their sleeves again, releasing a force to block this threatening gaze.

All the disciples felt a little comfortable, and their eyes widened one after another, and their faces were shocked.

"Xuangu cultivates, and he is strong. Hundreds of thousands of miles away, his power at a glance can make our hearts tremble, and our fighting spirit is on the verge of collapse, it's simply ......"

Lan Tian's breathing was heavy, and his cultivation was not weak, but he still felt that this pressure was extremely heavy.

The rest of the disciples were silent, thinking in their hearts, did Yan Lan really have the strength to fight in the face of such a powerful Xuangu?

In fact, many disciples had doubts before, but they were afraid of affecting Yan Lan's fighting spirit, so it was difficult to say it in person.

The third ancestor snorted and said, "Four Zhenshan ancestors, you stay to guard the sect, and the old man is not worried about Yanlan." ”

As soon as he spoke, he turned into a streamer and galloped towards the Pinghe Valley.

Xuan Gu gently rubbed the two tablets in his palm, sighed slightly, and said quietly in his heart: "There are two paths for my clan, which one should we take? ”

"The demon red card is the source of evil in our bloodline, full of evil power. Once opened, within a million miles, all the clansmen over the age of fifteen in our clan will be forcibly devoured by this card for their lifetime cultivation, and eventually all the power will be collected in the old man's body. In this way, the old man will be able to kill Yanlan and destroy Gangtian. ”

"But after opening, the old man is equivalent to killing thousands of people with his own hands, not only will he become a sinner of my clan, but he may also fall into the path of demons and demons, lose his memory, become a scourge of the world, and will definitely tarnish the reputation of my clan. ”

"The Bright Golden Tablet is the source of our clan's bloodline power, once it is opened, all the clansmen who have cultivated in the distraction period and above in the history of our clan, no matter where they are, can immediately sense the family call. ”

"This part of the clan, although the cultivation is strong, it is extremely rare, and even the old man doesn't know how many people survived. It's just that they have been separated from the family for more than a thousand years, and they only care about asking the heavens to seek the way and praying for eternal life. If they summon them with the power of the bloodline without authorization, it will definitely affect their Dao hearts, and they will be furious at least and cut off the bloodline at worst. ”

"What's even more unpredictable is that the enemies of these clansmen are also extremely powerful in cultivation, and once they know that these clansmen are from my Xuan clan, they are bound to destroy our clan to vent their anger. The strength of these people far exceeds that of thousands of Gangtianmen, and it is far beyond what our clan can bear. ”

"Whichever path you take, it's unpredictable, even unbearable. Both roads are a dangerous gamble!"

Xuangu's mind was turbulent, but on the outside, it was as calm as water, and there was no sign of fluctuation.

......

Pinghe Valley is located in the west of Gangtianmen and the Xuan Nationality, and the thunder and purple eagle are thousands of miles away in an instant, hundreds of thousands of miles, and they will soon arrive.

Yan Lan looked at it with his eyes, and saw that the ground in front of him was obviously concave compared to the surrounding terrain.

What's even more incredible is that the depression is seventy or eighty thousand miles round, and it is all dry and yellow, and it seems to be lifeless.

Yan Lan said in his heart: "Before coming here, I consulted the relevant classics, a thousand years ago, this was in a water area of tens of thousands of miles, and then somehow, the water area disappeared overnight, leaving only a large flat riverbed, from which the name of the Ping River Valley comes from. ”

After thinking for a while, Yan Lan's pupils tightened, and in the void in front of him, an old man with vicissitudes of life stood in the air.

"Yan Lan, you are here, your courage is rare in the world!"

In Gengu's voice, I can't hear joy, anger and sorrow, but I can feel the strong confidence contained in it, as well as the momentum that is as immobile as a mountain.

Twenty thousand miles away, tens of thousands of monks were already around.

The battle between Yan Lan and Xuangu can be described as the first battle in the million-mile territory for thousands of years, even if the cultivators knew that they might be affected and injured, or even killed, they still couldn't hold back their strong curiosity and excitement, and rushed in all directions. (To be continued.) )