Yan Lan was still retreating quickly.

The blood-colored spear was always in hot pursuit.

The blood-colored spear quickly approached Yan Lan with a trend visible to the naked eye.

Shakuhachi's expression was solemn, and he sighed slightly: "I'm afraid that this blood-colored spear can only be successfully intercepted by the cultivation of the peak of the gods." We originally cultivated to the late stage of the Divine Combination, but after ten thousand years of wearing, now we can only burst out of the strength of the middle stage of the Divine Combination, and we have the heart to help each other, but we can't do anything. ”

The upstairs audience was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "Two seniors, please help Yanlan no matter what." We will wait for both glory and loss, and we must not hide selfishness at this time!"

Hu Mei also said earnestly: "For the sake of my many years of service, let's do my best to help!"

Zun Wuxing sighed and said, "If it weren't for our help, you have also seen that even if we tried our best, we could only reduce the power of the blood-colored spear by less than one percent. If we continue to strike, we may anger the Great Wise One. At that time, the spearhead of the Great Wise will be directed against us. I and the Eight Sounds are powerless to protect ourselves, so how can you survive?"

The cultivators' faces were complicated, they didn't want Yan Lan to die in their hearts, but they were afraid that they would save Yan Lan and anger the Great Wisdom, causing them to die faster.

Upstairs looked anxiously at Yan Lan, who was constantly dodging, and said bitterly: "Could it be that we just watched Yan Lan being murdered?

"Well, don't worry, when I finish cleaning up this little doll, I will treat you well. ”

There was contemptuous banter and intense indifference in the voice of the Great Wise Man.

"It's over......"

The eyes of the crowd widened, and a few of them even sat on the gravel, looking confused and at a loss.

In the face of death, no one can remain absolutely calm.

Even though they are all cultivators at the peak of Jiuyan Distraction and the quasi-anti-heaven Nirvana realm, they are all existences in the outside world, but after hundreds of thousands of years of grinding here, they have long lost the sharpness of the strong, and only the instinct of survival remains.

Shakuhachi shook his head again and sighed: "No way, maybe it's fate." The power of the Mahayana period is much higher than that of the Divine Conjunction period, and even if you are injured, there is an insurmountable gap. ”

Immediately, Shakuhachi raised his head and said to Yan Lan: "Brother Yan, we couldn't live with you before, and I sincerely apologize to you." If you can't resist, don't be afraid, and we will soon be on the Yellow Springs Road. In this way, when you go to the underworld, you can have a response. ”

Yan Lan stared at the blood-colored spear that was only three feet away from him, and at the same time heard the words of the shakuhachi, and nodded and smiled at the shakuhachi.

In a desperate situation, smile and enmity.

In the past, after Shakuhachi Yin said these words, Yan Lan didn't care anymore.

Yan Lan's eyes were cold and sharp, staring at the murderous edge of the blood spear, and said sharply: "Even though you are a strong person in the Mahayana period, you have been seriously injured, but you are only the end of the strong crossbow. This means can't kill me. ”

"Hand of Death!"

Yan Lan groaned in her heart.

In an instant, the ghost spirit in Yan Lan's dantian raised his head, and his hands followed Yan Lan's movements.

Yan Lan's right hand was a god, and a pitch-black hand as big as a foot suddenly appeared.

This hand is no longer as majestic and majestic as before, but as if it were substance.

The monks of the distraction period couldn't see the depth, but the monks of the Anti-Heaven Nirvana Realm could see at a glance that Yan Lan had reached the realm of turning strength into reality.

This hand of death, even if it is sacrificed in a hurry, the power is condensed but not dispersed, just like the substance, which shows the depth of Yan Lan's cultivation and the profundity of the exercises.

Seeing this, Zun Wuxing shook his head slightly and said, "Yan Lan doesn't want to give up yet, but he resists stubbornly, so he can only delay his life for a while." I can't bear to see Yi fall with my own eyes. ”

After speaking, Zun Wuxing turned his head away, his eyes showing sadness.

The shakuhachi tone is also the mercy of both eyes, and the gaze is shifted.

Although Hong Mao and the others looked solemn, they opened their eyes and looked at Yan Lan, they felt that since their lives were coming to an end, what could they not bear?

At this time, the Great Wise Man sneered: "Little doll, it is really unwise to resist to death. If you are caught, I will give you a good time. If you resist, I will let you wander between life and death, hahaha......"

Yan Lan did not say anything to refute, because the strongest counterattack is not tongue, but strength.

The blood-colored spear was only one zhang away from Yan Lan.

It's an extremely terrifying distance.

There is only a thin line between life and death.

Yan Lan suddenly roared violently: "How can you kill me with a mere blood spear?" You so-called great wisdom, I thought that you and I were both human races, and we could negotiate peacefully and even cooperate amicably. I didn't expect you to be so stupid and completely contemptuous of us. Well, since you want to kill me, then I will exhaust everything today, so that I can suppress you again. ”

"Snort ......"

With Yan Lan's violent roar, the hand of death grabbed the blood-colored spear domineeringly, making a huge friction and roaring sound.

The hand of death trembled violently.

The blood-colored spear also trembled, and at the same time, countless blood vapors steamed up and dispersed.

The Hand of Death has a powerful corrosive power, and even a blood-colored spear cannot withstand the crazy erosion of the power of the Reaper.

The blood-colored spear was only half a foot away from Yan Lan, and the tip of the spear was dead against Yan Lan's eyebrows.

Yan Lan did not move away, but stared at the blood spear indifferently, and the corners of his mouth raised a ruthless arc.

It's provocation, but it's also self-confidence.

"Shattered!"

Yan Lan roared again, and the hand of the god of death was violently forced, and it was immediately annihilated together with the blood spear, and it disappeared without a trace.

Yan Lan exhaled heavily, the Hand of Death was not his powerful move, but he was already very satisfied with the power of the blood-colored spear.

Shakuhachi and Zun Wuxing did not look at Yan Lan, and even retracted their soul power to investigate, and when they heard the roar behind them, they all closed their eyes slightly, and their expressions were sad.

"Brother Yan, let's go!"

The shakuhachi tone spoke softly, lost like never before, and completely lost the majesty that a great power of the heaven-defying Nirvana realm should have.

Zun Wuxing's arrogant temperament is also much less, and there is more coldness in his eyes that looks at death as home.

Even if it is a tiger and a lion, if it is locked in a cage for a long time, it will lose the momentum of the king.

However, after a breath or two, the afterglow of Shakuhachi and Zungo noticed that the eight monks were all looking straight at the sky, and there was a hint of joy and surprise in their eyes.

The two of them swept away their soul power, and then turned around sharply, both revealing incredulous eyes.

Shakuhachi asked the eight monks, "What just happened?"

Upstairs Guan trembled excitedly and said, "Haha, Yan Lan actually held it with one hand, and then destroyed that blood spear, it's great, it's great!"

Shakuhachi and Zun Wuxing gasped at the same time, the eight monks didn't know the power of the blood spear, but the two of them knew it. Even if they regained their peak strength, it would be impossible for them to destroy the blood spear in an instant.

"This Yanlan is not simple!"

Zun Wuxing, who has always been cold and arrogant, finally praised Yan Lan from the bottom of his heart for the first time.