In the dungeon of the Snow Mist Mountain Range, under the endless ridge, a small and narrow valley joined two vast fields.

If you look down from the sky, you can clearly see that it is the place where one of the dragon's claws is broken.

Through the white sky, you can clearly see the corpses in the long and narrow valley, including the huge corpses of alien beasts and the severed limbs of Terran monks.

At the southern end of the canyon, there stood a few monks, each of whom was covered in blood-stained robes and covered with blood stains, and had been completely reduced to blood.

No one would have thought that these "dirty and filthy" monks were actually all great monks, and there were only more than 20 people left in this group, and the qi emanating from their bodies was intermittent, which showed that the qi in their bodies could no longer supply enough qi.

The battle of "monks" in the mortal world is to compete with the qi in their respective bodies, and some powerful monks will condense their qi into various blades and weapons.

Standing at the front of the crowd was a man in a wide robe, his long hair was already messily draped over his shoulders, and there were several deep wounds on his chest, which were huge, extremely long, and extremely deep, not at all human, but more like the giant claws of some kind of alien beast. Chinese Net

In front of these more than 20 people, there were more than how many strange beasts had died, and as far as the eye could see, the ground was full of bones, and there were stinking strange beast flesh and blood, piled up like a mountain.

And next to the corpses of those strange beasts, there were human corpses all over the ground, and they were all monks.

The further north you go, the more severe the decomposition of the corpse becomes.

On the other side of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, there are endless alien beasts, who are using their claws to toss and dig boulders that block the canyon.

Seeing that they could not repel the torrent of alien beasts, the thousands of monks who accompanied them all died in battle, and the Lan clan also lost seven or eight great monks.

Even with the assistance of the formation, in the face of the huge torrent of alien beasts, they still suffered heavy losses, and in the end, only more than twenty people were left, and the rest were all killed in battle.

In the end, they had no choice but to exhaust the last trace of qi in their bodies, collapse the cliffs on both sides of the canyon, and temporarily block the two sections of the canyon with boulders and cliffs.

That's just a little respite.

More than twenty great monks looked up at the white sky, hundreds of feet in the sky, there were huge goshawks hovering above their heads, and several goshawk beasts were heading towards the south.

Leave a long howl in the void~

"Patriarch, let's withdraw!"

One of the great monks leaned over and said in a hoarse voice.

The man in a wide robe looked worried, not knowing how to continue to protect the Lan clan, he was Lan Hao, the current patriarch of the Lan clan, and Lan Yan'er's father, and the person who spoke was the archdeacon of the Lan clan's worship hall.

Glancing back at the only remaining twenty or so people around him, Lan Hao's lips moved slightly, not knowing how to explain.

I still remember that before, he had sworn in front of the Lan Clan's high-level and the people in the worship hall that he would definitely take everyone alive and leave the Snowfog Mountain Underground Palace.

Previously, they were full of spirit, sweeping the wilderness within a radius of hundreds of miles, those huge beasts were like lambs to the slaughter in their eyes, they had the ancient texts left by the ancestors of the Lan clan, and they could use the "formation" to trap the beasts, these beasts had no power to resist, and could only let them take them.

However, now, in the face of the torrent of alien beasts, they have lost thousands of people.

After learning that there was a canyon in the north that could lead to the other side, Lan Hao sent the great monk of the worship hall to investigate, and learned that the area at the other end of the canyon was very large, and it was not inferior to the place occupied by their Lan clan, and there were monks haunting.

In order to continue to grow the Lan clan and absorb more monks, it is ensured that the top leaders of the Lan clan, the children of the Lan clan, and the people in the worship hall can finally leave the underground palace of the Snow Mist Mountain Range alive.

They launched this attack, and as a result...

There were constant battle reports from the north, Lan Hao didn't care too much at first, but when he heard that there were a large number of strange beasts in the north, this attracted his attention and decided to go in person.

When he came, he found that things were beyond him

It is expected, and even almost in the direction of moving away from his control.

Just when the battle in the canyon was fierce, he learned that there was a monk in the camp who could control the beasts. At that time, everyone was overjoyed.

"Now, we're saved!"

"Heaven will not die, my Lan clan!"

"Let the monk come quickly!"

This was Lan Hao's idea at the time, but he learned that the monk had just arrived at the Lan camp, and he was targeted by the people of the worship hall.

At that time, Lan Hao couldn't wait to go back in person and clean up Wang Bingtang and Lan Lang.

"For the sake of his own little interests, he did not hesitate to bury the whole family!"

In desperation, he could only send Lan Yan and Lan Miao back, hoping that he could invite the monk who could tame the alien beast as soon as possible, so that they could hold on.

Now, these more than 20 people no longer have the luxury of defeating the Yunguo monks in the north, but just hope to block the other party in the north of the canyon, and the two sides can "make peace"!

And Lan Yan and Lan Miao have been away for more than ten hours, and according to the flying speed of the Great Cultivator, they should have rushed to the Lan Clan's camp a long time ago. However, so far, the two of them have not sent any news back.

The people of the Lan clan guarding the southern end of the northern canyon did not know that when Lan Yan and Lan Miao returned to the Lan camp, there was nothing they could do.

At that time, the clan elders had already decided to use tough means against Xu Fan to force him to hand over the method of taming foreign beasts.

Just when more than 20 people were waiting anxiously, behind them, there was a dense sound of breaking the air from the south, and when they looked back, the scene they saw made their bodies tremble slightly.

"This! What the hell is going on?"

Looking at the endless stream of people, coming from the south, there were still flying great monks in the void, and a large number of ordinary monks in the wilderness, like a long dragon-like procession, gradually appeared between the heaven and earth in the south.

Lan Hao let out an angry roar, he saw it clearly, there were reinforcements! That's everyone in the Lan clan!

The original plan was that once he couldn't resist the torrent of alien beasts in the northern canyon, he would take the Lan clan to retreat south, and it would be difficult to escape all the way.

However, now, what he saw in front of him was that everyone from the Lan clan had come!

This is going to be a decisive battle!

The people behind him had complicated expressions on their faces, both happy and helpless! If they pressed everyone in the Lan Clan, they still couldn't resist the torrent of strange beasts gushing out of the canyon, then there was only one way left for all of them, and that was death.

At this moment, no one answered Lan Hao's words, and they also knew the mood of the patriarch at this time.

If you quickly bring the monk who can tame the strange beast, you don't need to mobilize the people, let the Lan clan all go out, when they see the dense crowd of people in the sky, more than 20 people already know it.

Not long after, a group of clan elders of the clan elders appeared in Lan Hao's field of vision, led by Lan Yan and Lan Miao. Behind the two of them, there are also Lan Yu, Lan Lang and other clan elders.

A little farther away, the crowd also saw a group of deacons and monks in the worship hall.

This time, the worship hall did not send the Great Monks to sit everywhere, but gathered them all in one place, and it seemed that there were more than forty Great Monks, plus the Great Monks stationed at the southern end of the canyon, the Lan Clan's Great Monks here, there were nearly seventy Great Monks.

Catching up with Lan Hao's cold, even murderous eyes, Lan Yan hardened his head and explained, "We're going late."

"Late?" Lan Hao was stunned for a moment, looked at Lan Miao very puzzled, and asked in a deep voice, "What the hell is going on?" Why did you bring all the tribesmen and monks?"

When everyone in the Lan clan camp got closer, he even saw that those Lan clan disciples who were very powerful and high-ranking were also brought, including his eldest brother's son Lan Honghao.

At this time, Lan Honghao, looking at the hundred-zhang-long huge goshawk beast flying overhead, his legs trembled a little.

If it weren't for the calm expression of Bai Luohe, who was accompanying him on the side, he might have found a guard to protect him and protect himself layer by layer, for fear that the huge goshawk would swoop down and take him away.

Lan Miao tugged at her mouth, but she hadn't spoken yet,

Behind him came a man's cold voice.

"It's my decision."

Lan Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked behind Lan Miao, and a thin man in a blue brocade robe walked out, "Deacon Duanmu? You're not in retreat, why did you make such a decision?"

If Lan Hao, Archdeacon and the others were in the Lan clan's camp, the clan elders might still oppose Duanmucheng's decision.

However, Lan Hao and a group of peak cultivators almost all came here to guard the canyon.

In the Lan clan's camp, Duanmu Cheng was the strongest, as if he was the one in the Lan clan, and no one was his opponent.

When Duanmucheng proposed to support the northern canyon as a whole, there were still people in the clan who objected, and they were slapped to death by Duanmucheng at that time.

The person who was shot to death was still an elder of the Lan clan, which shocked everyone present at that time, and even those great monks who usually followed Duanmucheng trembled in their hearts.

They only knew that Deacon Duanmu was a cultivator and only knew how to practice, but they didn't expect to kill people, and they didn't seem to spare any hand.

When Duanmu Cheng killed a Lan clan elder in the clan elders' camp, causing the anger of the clan elders, one of the clan elders immediately urged the secret technique, and all the worshippers present were trembling, and their bodies seemed to be shrouded in an invisible qi machine, and they were even a little unable to breathe.

However, the clan elder urged several times in a row, only the offerings and deacons who were full of tents trembled, but Duanmu Cheng snorted contemptuously, and with a flick of his robe, the Lan clan elder who urged the secret technique opened his mouth and spit out a large amount of blood, and his body staggered to the ground.

Such a scene made the eyes of the elders of the clan full of fear!

"Duanmucheng!"

"He actually cracked the Lan clan's secret control over the great cultivators of the worship hall."

The gazes of everyone present who looked at Duanmu Cheng changed, the Lan clan was always afraid, and the great monks of the worship hall were delighted.

In their hearts, they were all thinking that if they could get the secret technique of cracking the Lan clan from Deacon Duanmu, they would not have to be subject to the Lan clan.

In this way, the relationship between people can become equal cooperation, rather than being subject to each other.

Without the containment of secret arts, the strength cannot be resisted.

And Duanmucheng's reasoning made everyone irresistible,

"Are you just here waiting for the patriarch and the archdeacon to die?"

This sentence made many clan elders in the Lan clan's camp unable to answer, and even Lan Yan and Lan Miao, who hurried back, had complicated expressions.

At this moment, Lan Hao looked at Duanmu Cheng, who was walking lightly, his face was gloomy and slightly dark, and his tone slowed down a little, "Deacon Duanmu, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to bring everyone here at this time."

Duanmu Cheng's strength was not as good as him, and he had opened up fifty cyclone holes, and he had five more than the other party.

What's more, after a fierce battle with the torrent of alien beasts, at this time, most of his qi has been depleted, and he can't attack in front of everyone.

Duanmu Cheng raised his eyes to look at the goshawk beast hovering overhead, flicked his sleeve robe impatiently, and flew up, his body like a whirlwind.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, it flashed away, and the next moment, everyone saw a rapidly flying afterimage around several goshawk beasts.

The afterimage flickered and disappeared, and the moment it touched the body of the goshawk beast, a large cloud of blood mist was thrown into the void.

In just a little more than ten breaths, Duanmucheng reappeared in place, and the goshawk beasts escaped like marionettes with broken strings, falling rapidly from the sky.

Looking at the corpses of the goshawk beasts that kept falling in the sky, everyone on the ground dodged one after another, for fear that the hundred-foot-long corpse would smash on top of their heads.

"Congratulations to Brother Duanmu, your strength has taken a step further."

Hearing the words of the archdeacon, the other twenty or so people were also stunned and raised their hands to congratulate them.

"Congratulations to Brother Duanmu..."

"Congratulations to Brother Duanmu..."

"Congratulations to Brother Duanmu..."