When Yan Lan heard this, his face was expressionless, and although he was shocked, he did not panic at all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Not to mention that Yan Lan's primordial spirit is conceived by the Divine Essence of the Divine Spirit, the most yang and holy, and the power of general yin and evil cannot invade at all.

The Spirit Devouring Vortex under Yan Lan's Yuan Shen alone is not something that a small snake can resist.

Just as Wu Tianhurricane raised his right palm unhurriedly, the green light was magnificent, and he was about to completely kill Yan Lan, in the blink of an eye, the little snake on Yan Lan's waist shook violently, and then all rushed into Yan Lan's dantian.

Wu Tianhurricane was shocked, and all the little snakes rushed into Yanlan Dantian, but it was not under his control.

Moreover, without Wu Tianhurricane's mental control, the little snake would not take the initiative to invade Yanlan Dantian at all.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Tianhuran found that he couldn't detect the slightest breath of the little snake at all, he was startled, pointed at Yan Lan and said, "You...... How could your primordial god devour the green snake of this master?"

Generally speaking, the primordial spirit is the most powerful and vulnerable place for monks, and the energy is extremely pure, and it is impossible to devour a large number of other powers, let alone the green snake that instantly devours the power of yin and evil.

Yan Lan peeked at the slowly rotating Soul Devouring Vortex, smiled with satisfaction, the Soul Devouring Vortex did not swallow anything, there was nothing that was not swallowed so far, and there was no discomfort, and immediately said: "What? Allow you to kill me, do you not allow me to resist? Do you want me to sit down at this moment and slowly explain to you how I defused the offensive you just now? Well, it's okay to tell you, unless you are my imperial slave!"

"Fuck off!"

Wu Tianhurricane looked at Yan Lan's cynical look and couldn't help but burst out foul language.

"Very good, worthy of being a young Tianjiao who can stir up the storm in Tianfeng City, if you die like this, it will surprise the master. ”

Immediately, Wu Tianhurricane raised his hands, looked up at the sky, his body exuded surging power, and he said in his mouth: "My death light, draw its vitality." Give me eternal life, take my dead breath, soak my body! I represent the mandate of heaven, and control the ...... of life and destruction."

When Wu Tianhurricane recited the strange spell, Yan Lan felt a powerful force. restrained his hands and feet, and pushed him away domineeringly, so that he couldn't shoot at Wu Tianhurricane at all.

"This person is so powerful, but in my opinion, these are not spells that belong to Meipuzhou at all. It's not the power that ordinary monks should have. All this must be the teaching and layout of that mysterious person!"

Yan Lan thought sharply, and suddenly, a powerful death force enveloped him, as if with the laws of heaven and earth, domineeringly depriving him of his vitality.

At the same time, countless dead qi seeped out of Wu Tianhurricane's body, which actually made his green and demonic body slowly return to normal.

Yan Lan is overflowing with vitality. gradually integrated into Wu Tianhurricane's body.

Yan Lan was shocked, no one had ever siphoned off his vitality so easily, but Wu Tianhu was able to do it.

In Wu Tian's secret mantra, there is a faint power of rules, as if it is the god of death who is in charge of life and death.

Yan Lan struggled violently, and found that he was still unable to move, and immediately exclaimed: "One word stops, this person actually cultivates one word stop law." ”

Yan Lan vaguely understood. Words and words are a powerful realm of cultivation, while a word is an inexplicable spiritual realm.

On behalf of the soul, on behalf of the will. It represents those elusive laws of fate.

Wu Tianhu smiled coldly and said, "Now, you should understand why the ancestor of the Lie family is still there, but he can't help the master! The Lord can't resist it, but the power that the Lord has can't resist even the cultivators of the Martyr Family. The biggest mistake in your life was to come to Tianfeng City and meddle in the affairs of the Tong family. Perhaps, fate is destined to be like this, who let you meet that disaster star of Tongxun!"

Yan Lan's place was shrouded in green light, and Tong Xun and the others didn't notice that Yan Lan was in a situation at all.

Yan Lan couldn't move, but he sneered slightly, and said sharply: "Do you think you really have me?"

Immediately, Yan Lan floated a weird smile, raised his head to the sky, and said highly: "Now, I will let you know who is the real master of death. Die...... God...... Fall...... Pro!"

In an instant, an indescribable terrifying force erupted from Yan Lan's body.

It was unprecedentedly terrifying, so terrifying that Yan Lan felt that it was difficult to control, and if there was a mistake, it would affect his spiritual intelligence, and eventually he would become an irrational killing madman.

"Woo......"

A low sigh, as if from the endless hell, echoed between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, in the entire Tianfeng City, no matter where the monks lurked, their souls trembled violently, and then an unparalleled fear permeated their souls, as if endless darkness suddenly surged out of their souls, making them immediately prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, not daring to resist.

Wu Tianhu originally showed an evil smile, but at this moment, the smile was frozen on his face.

In Wu Tianhurane's pupils, a black phantom appeared.

The only part of the phantom is the right half of the head and the right arm, and the rest of the body is nothing.

Wu Tianhurricane saw that half of the skull's eyes were closed, and suddenly and slowly opened, only opening a gap, he didn't dare to look directly, as if the pupil was an endless abyss, and if he looked at it more, his soul and even his body would be swallowed up.

If you stop talking, it will be invalid immediately.

Death spell that instantly collapses.

At this moment, the power to control the rules of death has fallen into Yan Lan's hands.

I saw Yan Lan's expression indifferent, the lifeless qi around his body fluctuated, the black phantom hung above his head, and a right hand moved with his hand.

Countless green lights were immediately lined up, not daring to approach.

In the distance, the cultivators who were fighting immediately stopped, Wu Youlao and the Fierce Witch Sheep trembled and knelt down, even though they were ten thousand unwilling, but kneeling was instinct, it was life that knelt down to death, and it was the rules of heaven and earth that made them have to give in.

The Flame Spider gritted her teeth, trembling violently, and a moment later, she had to kneel down on one leg as well.

Hurricane Wu Tian lost a lot of vitality, and his appearance did not change back to its original green, but turned gray, as if a weed was rapidly withering.

One of Wu Tianhuran's legs also knelt uncontrollably.

The cultivators of the Blood Tong Alliance knelt on the ground one after another, they surrendered happily and had no heart to resist.

Yin Si and the Moon Worship Spirit Ape also knelt down, Ziyi put away the black phoenix, faced Yan Lan, and bowed willingly.

Death descends, and all things succumb.

At this moment, Yan Lan felt that the Spirit Devouring Vortex was spinning wildly, and the violent energy was rapidly consumed, but he felt that he was fused with heaven and earth, especially on his right palm, as if he controlled the life and death of all things.

Yan Lan looked at everything around her, her eyes were surprised, and she muttered, "Is this the power of the real god of death?"

In the past, the Hand of Death was only the most basic move for the Death Reaper to descend, and Yan Lan had never dared to use the real Death Advent Power, because even he felt that it was difficult to completely control this power. (To be continued.) )