The obscene old man named Hong Mao glared at the withered old man with great disgust, and snorted coldly: "The old coffin that is about to die, be less nosy, otherwise don't blame the old man for letting you be buried in advance." ”

The old man shook his head helplessly, glared angrily, and said, "You want to kill me......?" If you have a seed, come and kill it. Why did the old man become like this, you all know it in your hearts. At the beginning, if it weren't for the old man who gave up everything, held the belief that he would die, and exhausted his vitality to try to open the door of vitality for you, how would the old man have ended up in such a field?"

"Although the old man failed, he also let you know one thing, that is, that method is not feasible. Instead of fighting for it like this, let's work together and think about how to get out. ”

When all the cultivators heard the words of the withered old man, their expressions changed slightly.

Hong Mao narrowed his eyes and said angrily: "Old coffin, you always repeat your previous achievements, is it interesting? It seems that you are the only one who contributes, and we are all eating and waiting for death! Everyone of us present has paid no less than you, but it is not as miserable as you." Everyone does what they can and suffers the consequences, there is no need to be arrogant, rely on the old and sell the old. ”

Immediately, Hong Mao's eyes were sharp, and his voice became sharp: "Old coffin, if you talk about it again, the old man will definitely let you go to hell in advance." This little doll, the old man is going to decide. ”

After that, Hong Mao stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Lan.

Yan Lan raised his eyebrows and immediately retreated, causing Hong Mao to catch a void.

Yan Lan said coldly: "Everyone, when I first arrived, I thought that I would be treated with courtesy, after all, our human race has always valued courtesy, but I didn't expect this situation to be this situation, which is really disappointing." I'm sorry, but I belong to myself, not to any of you. ”

Hong Mao saw that he was actually empty, and he was annoyed in his heart, and when he saw Yan Lan making a lot of nonsense, he immediately laughed wildly: "Hahaha...... Treat each other with courtesy, and pay attention to courtesy. Little doll, if you stay here for hundreds or thousands of years, without seeing the sun, relatives and friends, no hope, no future, you will not say it so sanctimoniously. ”

"The old man told you that here, living is a great truth. The old man possesses you in order to live. You are very arrogant, in the face of the seven of us, you dare to speak out, the old man can't help but admire your courage, hahaha......"

At this time, when the other six people heard Hong Mao's strong words and justification, they all put down their previous faint shame and looked at Yan Lan with greedy eyes.

Yan Lan nodded and said: "You have a point, so it is also a great truth for me to live, if you want to obtain my power, you have to rely on your ability!"

"You kid is so arrogant!"

Hong Mao was furious, and immediately his body was like electricity, and he rushed towards Yan Lan.

Although Hong Mao's speed is fast, in Yan Lan's eyes, he is like an ant moving, he can easily avoid Hong Mao's capture, and even take the opportunity to tease Hong Mao several times, making Hong Mao look like he is about to catch him, and miss the opportunity within reach.

Seeing this, the withered old man naturally didn't know that Yan Lan was deliberately playing with Hong Mao, thinking that Yan Lan was in danger, and immediately hammered the ground with the beast bone cane, and the spiritual power around his body was surging, as if he was squeezing the last trace of strength in his body.

Immediately, the withered old man's body was extremely fast, blocking in front of Yan Lan, and he was slapped by Hong Mao, spitting blood in his mouth, and his breath was suddenly chaotic.

But the old man must have been very strong in his cultivation before, so he held his breath and pulled Yan Lan to the door of his beast bone hut.

At the moment when he was about to pull Yan Lan into the door, the withered old man finally couldn't hold it anymore, and squirted three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and then fell to the ground in a wilt.

Yan Lan saw that the withered old man was already so weak, and he actually wanted to save him, and immediately felt grateful in his heart, and hurriedly helped the withered old man up and sent a large amount of spiritual energy into his body.

At this time, a middle-aged monk shouted: "Boy, stop quickly, the upstairs view is already terminally ill, and the spiritual power here is extremely precious, don't waste your strength for him." ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged monk rushed towards Yan Lan and stretched out his hand to grab Yan Lan away.

Yan Lan looked at the middle-aged monk coldly, seeing that his cultivation had reached the peak of Jiuyan Distraction, but his combat power was comparable to that of a quasi-heaven-defying Nirvana monk, otherwise it would be impossible to survive from the hands of the Great Protector of the Troll Beast Clan.

The middle-aged monk was about to approach, Yan Lan had no choice but to separate his right hand and push it out with one palm, and the middle-aged monk immediately flew upside down, fell dozens of zhang away, and staggered a few steps before he stabilized his figure.

Yan Lan didn't use too much power, after all, the middle-aged monk just asked him to cherish his spiritual power, and he didn't have much malice.

Yan Lan's shot, although sometimes it is inevitable to be affected by his own joys, sorrows, and sorrows, but in general, it is still determined by the good and evil of the other party.

The middle-aged monk was dumbfounded, and only after a few breaths did he come to his senses, shook his head and sighed: "This kid is too young, I actually forgot his strength. He can survive from the hands of the Great Protector of the Troll Beast Clan, and he must have the combat power of the quasi-Heaven Nirvana Realm. I've spent a hundred years here, and I'm not as sharp as I was back then, so I've probably lost the power to suppress this son. ”

When the other six monks heard this, they all nodded, and they came to their senses, although the young man in front of them was only in his early twenties, he had a strength comparable to them, and he was definitely not to be underestimated.

Hong Mao licked his tongue and scolded: "Fool, you will regret spending spiritual power for an old coffin that is going to die...... What, not only did you not stop, but after listening to the old man's words, you actually increased the spiritual energy transmission, that is all the power that belongs to the old man, stop quickly. ”

Hong Mao showed an extremely distressed expression, not only was there no way out here, but even the aura of heaven and earth was isolated from the world.

Monks can survive for hundreds of thousands of years, all of which rely on spiritual energy to nourish their bodies.

Without psionic powers, monks are no different from mortals.

Here, every trace of spiritual energy is like pure water in a dry desert, which is extremely rare.

At this moment, Yan Lan's behavior, in the eyes of the cultivators, was like being in a desperate desert, Yan Lan was holding a bucket of pure water and pouring it on a corpse.

It's not just a waste, it's a lavish squander.

Although Hong Mao kept scolding, he was not in a hurry to make a move, he knew that Yan Lan had just arrived, and his spiritual energy must be abundant, he felt that his combat power was probably the same as Yan Lan, even if there was a difference, it could only be a little higher than Yan Lan.

Once you do it, you will have to squander a lot of power.

Hong Mao was waiting, he hoped that the rest of the monks would also be red-eyed, and finally everyone would do it together, and no one would take advantage of anyone.

At this time, the withered old man finally woke up slowly, and when he saw that Yan Lan was sending spiritual energy to him, he was shocked all over, and hurriedly struggled to sit up, and stopped: "Stop quickly, the old man is weak, but they have heard what they said." They are right about one thing, spiritual energy is extremely rare here, and precious spiritual energy must not be wasted on the old man's remnant. ”

Yan Lan hurriedly pressed the hands of the withered old man and said, "The old-timers upstairs, they also said just now, to live is the great truth. So, as long as I can keep you alive, the spiritual energy I consume is not a waste. ”