Ying Fuliu glared at the huge dragon claws beneath him, his eyes spewing fire and his eyes cracking. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He couldn't wait to swallow Yan Lan in one gulp, suck its bone marrow, drink its blood, and chew its muscles.

His hatred for Yan Lan is already monstrous.

This hatred comes from fear, from helplessness and helplessness against Yan Lan's power. If the situation is controlled by Yan Lan, then he is the first person to be eradicated.

The endless wind and clouds, stirred by the huge dragon claws, set off a wave of qi that soared into the sky.

Between the toes of the dragon's claws, the clouds surged violently, making a heavy sound of qi, which was caused by the dragon's claws falling too quickly.

At this moment, Yan Lan raised his right hand high, holding the six-thousand-zhang Wang Qi's broken arm, as if holding up a piece of the sky for Gangtianmen.

The complete Wang Qi broken arm, the first extreme delivery;

The Extreme Trick of Death came, and after Yan Lan underwent the baptism of the ancestral soul, he used it with all his strength for the first time.

The power of the two peaks was superimposed and released, and Yan Lan also didn't know how huge the power was.

Yan Lan only knew that after devouring the power of the seven ancient tombs, he used the power of the god of death to easily kill Ying Dongliu in the Wuyan Distraction Period.

What's more, at this time, Yan Lan had undergone the baptism of the Nine Ancestral Souls, and his strength was even better than when he had just devoured the power of the Seven Ancient Tombs.

The light of the bright moon was completely hidden, and it was pitch black under the dragon's claws.

Everyone held their breath as they witnessed the confrontation between the two supreme powers.

Because of the increasing power, the three thousand monks have retreated to thousands of miles away, and even a few people such as the Untrue Immortals have also stood three thousand miles away.

The cultivators of Gangtianmen saw that Yan Lan's right hand was raising the sky, but his left hand was frantically pinching, constantly blessing the Sect Protector Array.

"Doing two things at a time, making matters worse!"

The third ancestor frowned, and said helplessly and worriedly.

The rest of the people held their breath, not knowing what to say, only praying that Yan Lan would be safe and sound, after all, when fighting with high intensity, it is easy to make it difficult to concentrate their strength and not be able to exert their full strength.

The warm current in the heart of the barefoot old ghost surged, and only Yan Lan had this ability, this courage, and this thought, and in the battle of life and death, he took into account the safety of everyone in the division.

Between the dragon claw and Wang Qi's broken arm, there is a distance of tens of thousands of zhang.

Tens of thousands of feet away, in fact, it is just a short time.

It's just that in such a tense situation, all the cultivators like to increase time a hundredfold and a thousand times, so it feels very long.

The higher the cultivator, the stronger the ability to pull up time.

This is also the reason why the high cultivators are able to see through the sacrifices of the lower cultivators.

After all, being able to increase the time of one breath by a factor of 100,000 is a completely different level from a factor of 1,000.

However, no matter how long time rises, there is an end.

The dragon's claws and broken arms inevitably collided together.

"Boom ......"

It was as if two giant mountains collided at high speed, and it was like the fists of two giants violently bombarding each other, which was deafening within a thousand miles.

A clearly visible halo shockwave instantly exploded from between one claw and one hand, violently sweeping across tens of thousands of miles.

Fortunately, this impact energy was rushed away at a height of tens of thousands of zhang, and it did not have much impact on the Gangtian Mountain Range within 10,000 miles, which was also the effect that Yan Lan intended to achieve.

After all, the spiritual veins of the Gangtian Mountain Range were recreated by him, and he didn't want the Gangtian Mountain Range to be destroyed again.

Three thousand miles away, the monks of the True Immortals and other monks, their clothes were hunting, and they looked in the direction of Gangtianmen with their brows tightly locked.

The cultivators who were thousands of miles away only felt a violent explosion in front of them, and the huge energy lifted more than half of the monks into the air, and the monks who had not yet cultivated to the infantile stage immediately spat blood from their mouths and their breath was messy.

Fortunately, he was rescued in time by the infant metamorphosis distraction monk around him, so he was fine.

After the shock wave, the cultivator who had cultivated to a deep level frantically spread his soul power and paid attention to the sky above the Gangtian Gate.

At this moment, Wang Qi's broken arm and a piece of dragon claw were not broken, but they were entangled with each other, trembling violently, and even the surrounding space was shook.

Ying's angry flow shook violently all over his body, and the majestic power was frantically infused into the dragon's claws.

Yan Lan was the same, and between his broken arm and Wang Qi, a torrent of energy was erected.

Yan Lan felt the vast power of the dragon claw, although his expression remained unchanged, he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "Canggu dragon claw, it is really extraordinary. The arrival of the god of death was terrifying, and Wang Qi's broken arm was even more unstoppable, coupled with the continuous supply of the Soul Devouring Vortex energy, it was actually comparable to the dragon's claw. ”

"It can be seen that all the ancient beasts are extraordinary, but I don't know where these ancient beasts have gone now? If they are destroyed, then who has the ability to destroy such a fierce ancient beast, and even the dragon clan will not be spared. ”

While Yan Lan was thinking about it, Ying angrily roared above the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, the old man never thought that the strength of your right hand could actually compete with the ancient dragon claw, the treasure of the Zhenzong of this sect. Good, good, hahaha......"

After laughing a few times, Ying Fuliu's expression was solemn, suppressed his ecstasy, and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity, even if your little beast talent is extraordinary, and your means are extraordinary, but your cultivation realm is not as good as the old man's, and it is only in the four-yan distraction period, how can it be compared to the realm of the old man's five-strion distraction peak?"

"Now, you and I are fighting against each other, and what we are fighting is the spirit of the primordial gods. But the old man's spiritual energy is at least twice as much as yours, and when you run out of spiritual energy, no matter how strong your right hand is, it will only be a piece of dead meat. At that time, the old man will still have more than half of his spiritual energy, which will be enough to urge the Canggu Dragon Claw to destroy you and your master together, hahaha......"

The sound of the angry flow was full of explosive excitement, and the sound was transmitted thousands of miles away, making the expressions of many monks who had confidence in Yan Lan change drastically.

"The old thief of Yingmen is not rough, and the cultivation of the little brother Yanlan is not enough, which is indeed a key factor that cannot be ignored. ”

"Hey, Yan Lan doesn't lose anything, she loses too young. ”

"Yes, if Yan Lan reaches the age of the old thief of Yingmen, even if 100,000 old thieves join forces, they will definitely not be Yan Lan's opponent. ”

"How is this good, with the strength of the old thief of Yingmen, so many of us join forces, I am afraid that we will not be able to help his Canggu Dragon Claw. ”

"Wait and see, there are still immortal predecessors and some mysterious masters present, don't forget, that little monk is also an extremely powerful figure, and even better than Yan Lan in some aspects. ”

“......”

The immortal stroked his beard lightly, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

Wu Se still folded his hands, his eyes calm, and a hint of banter appeared in the depths of his pupils. He knew that competing with Yan Lan for psionic endurance was simply self-inflicted.

Ye Mo pouted and said: "Compete with Yan Lan for the power of the primordial gods, hehe, interesting." Yan Lan can withstand nine ...... Well, after the baptism of the ancestral soul, it has long been different, but I am afraid that it will not necessarily fall into the disadvantage, and it will probably be exhausted together. ”

Ye Mo originally wanted to talk about the baptism of the Nine Wheels of Ancestral Souls, but thinking that this was a shocking secret, even the Elder of the Wusheng Pavilion did not hesitate to erase the memories of others, but it was thought that this matter must not be easily leaked, otherwise it would be too unbelievable. (To be continued.) )