"well……"

Qin Lan sighed softly, as if feeling sad for Wang Yan's ignorance, then his eyes changed, and his body flashed to Wang Yan's side like a thunder. Qin Lan's body seemed to expand in a trance, and he was struck by a treasure pestle.

On Wang Qian's chest.

boom!

Wang Qian's expression froze on his face. At this moment, he felt as if he was hit by a big mountain, and his body curled up and flew backwards!

Everyone was stunned at this moment, Lin Co, Shu Shu and others even took a breath of air-conditioning.

With one move, the leader of the Feishan Sect was blown away. What kind of strength is this!?

Qin Lan's voice was cold, "Even if I don't reach the ninth level, it will be easy to kill you."

Whoosh!

The sharp sword was unsheathed, and Li Jian Ancestor moved at this moment!

Through that blow just now, he completely understood that Qin Lan definitely has the strength to fight against the ninth grade!

"Yan Jian asks for directions!"

Ancestor Li Jian burst out with a powerful sword, and the layers of sword energy were emptied like turbid waves, transforming into blazing flames, dyeing the sky red for half the sky.

As soon as he took action, Ancestor Li Jian chose to go all out!

As the scorching waves of air rushed behind him, Qin Lan turned around with a solemn expression and slashed backwards.

"Bring the soul to the company camp!"

Ancestor Li Jian's pupils shrank sharply. At this moment, his hair stood on end, and he felt endless killing intent locking him in an instant. He saw an ancient general looming in the void, wearing armor and wielding a sword, slashing at him.

The thick blood flowed against the tide, and the two forces collided, causing the world to change color.

"All Yicheng defenders, retreat quickly!"

The captain shouted and retreated with his own troops.

Although the city lord ordered him to take over the elders who protected the Temple of Hengshen, he could not let these brothers in the military camp serve as cannon fodder in vain.

"Feihong Wing Slash!"

At this time, Wang Gu's figure rushed over, the short knife in his hand erupted with divine light, like an arrow from the string, piercing Qin Lan's back at a very fast speed.

"Gen Dui Zhao Tianhan!"

Qin Lan focused all his energy on the Lijian Sect ancestor, but he not only took it lightly, but a dark mountain formed behind him, as if it was about to collapse the space.

laugh--

There was a sound of teeth grinding, and Wang Qian thrust the dagger all the way in. At this time, he was lying on the Lingshan Mountain, his clothes were messy, and his expression was paranoid.

"Baby, today I will let you stay here forever!"

"Qin Lan, be careful!"

Zhai Qingfeng exclaimed, and saw the divine light spurting from Wang Gu's dagger suddenly shrinking, and a sharp light blade followed the dagger through the black spiritual mountain and stabbed Qin Lan in the back of the heart!

"Well……"

Qin Lan felt a pain in her heart as soon as she heard the sound. Spiritual power erupted from her body to push the two away, and she turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared from the place.

Wang Qian withdrew the short knife, but blood was still dripping from the blade. He looked sinisterly in another direction, where Qin Lan's face was pale and his breath was a little messy.

A fight between two ninth-grade venerables can be fatal with just one move, and is extremely dangerous. What's more, Qin Lan has been stabbed in the back, so the situation is not very optimistic.

Qin Lan's body began to seep out traces of demonic energy. Deep in his pupils, a trace of scarlet gradually appeared, and he said in a mocking tone:

"I didn't expect that some of the ninth-grade venerables also like to make sneak attacks."

Wang Qian flashed his short sword and said, "Boy, it's a pity that this sword didn't kill you, but I won't have such good luck next time."

Qin Lan licked his lips, demonic energy surging. If anyone familiar with him looked at him at this time, they would find that Qin Lan's expression became very strange at this time, revealing an indescribable violence and madness.

"You won't have this chance, Ming Shen Lu, Bai Ze You Ye Xing!"

His black hair gradually grew longer than his shoulders. On the surface of Qin Lan's body, the dark and cold demonic energy gradually penetrated into his flesh and blood, making his whole body look swollen. His body appeared a kind of gray-white, with an indescribable something.

Weird.

"Underworld God Record! Shura Crown Kun Armor!"

Qin Lan with one hand

After touching the ground, endless evil energy flew towards me like a swallow fluttering into my arms, and finally turned into an armor and attached itself to the ground.

This is the last form of the Underworld Record that Qin Lan used not long ago to fight against the heavenly calamity, the Earth Evil Armor. Now he can use it like an arm and a finger!

As soon as the Earth Evil Armor appeared, the air suddenly became much colder. Shu Shu's beautiful eyes widened and her voice trembled.

"Is this...is this still a human being?"

This sentence asked the thoughts of everyone present. Now Qin Lan is as tall as two people, with disheveled black hair, scarlet pupils exposed, and the iron rod in his hand like a towering ancient tree. Where else can he find it?

A little bit of human gesture?

He is clearly an ancient demon god!

Qin Lan exhaled white frosty air from his mouth, and the sword in Ancestor Li Jian's hand shone brightly, like the bright sun, while Wang Gu's body became hazy, erratic, and elusive.

The three people's overflowing spiritual pressure alone made everyone present breathless. Everyone knew that if they didn't test it after this moment, they would easily shake the mountain if they made another move!

"The Record of Hades! Yaono Speeden Star!"

Qin Lan's figure flashed like a rainbow, drawing a magnificent trace of light in the void. In an instant, the thunder and evil energy on the iron pestle merged, hitting the ground like a falling star, and slashed at Wang Yu and the two of them.

"Luo Hong!"

"Lihuang Sword!"

The two of them each used their strongest moves. Qin Lan's iron rod flew across the void, setting off a hurricane that shook the area for several miles. Thunder would break out from time to time, and the sky and earth would change color.

The iron rod like a giant tree hit Wang Kan, and his figure slowly dissipated and regrouped under the iron rod in an instant.

Qin Lan's attack was not unpleasant, but it only hit Wang Gu's afterimage.

Luohong is a movement technique, which focuses on an erratic and elusive technique. It is used by the ninth-grade Wang Gu, and has the charm of falling leaves and moving with the wind. But even so, Wang Gu's body was still lifted up

The hurricane caused it to roll several times in the air, looking very miserable.

The iron rod swept across, and behind Wang Qian, Li Jian Ancestor looked solemn, raised his sword and threw it, like a god lifting a big sun, smashing it down, burning in all directions, shining brightly on the heaven and earth.

boom!

An earth-shattering explosion sounded, and a series of energy aftermath spread continuously to the surroundings. Everyone on the ground tried their best to use their cultivation to resist, fearing that they would be involved in the spiritual storm.

"Ahhhhh——!"

The screams were endless. As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer. The physical bodies of the Yicheng defenders who had not reached the eighth level of cultivation were reduced to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was too horrible to watch!

In the fierce collision, a figure flew out and landed on the ground. The light dissipated and the world became silent. A man was seen standing upright on the ground, with the armor on his body torn and blood constantly spilling from his torso.

Lin Co's eyes widened, Qin Lan stood in the field, where is the ancestor of Li Jian!?

"Old guy, he's quite stubborn..."

Qin Lan's voice was hoarse, and she looked at Ancestor Li Jian who was lying on the ground not far away, his breath sluggish.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound sounded from behind Qin Lan, the void was torn open like a canvas, and a light blade emitted terrifying spiritual power fluctuations, as if it was about to split the mountains and rivers!

"Wang Qian, I'm waiting for you right here!"

Qin Lan turned around suddenly, with a crazy expression and an arrogant smile under the broken face armor.

"Lu of the Underworld! Ziwu Yin Lihen!"

The black energy on Qin Lan's body relaxed and changed, and he himself turned into a huge skeleton. Under Wang Yan's horrified eyes, he swallowed it into his mouth with a knife.

"Qin Lan, did you...eat Wang Qian?"

Shu Shu's voice was filled with disbelief, and her heart was trembling. Jiang Xi was shocked speechless at the side. One person was fighting against two people of ninth grade. The methods were cunning and mysterious. If he was not the Young Supreme, he might be the reincarnation of the devil!

Inside the skeleton, Wang Gu's muscles tensed up and he clenched the broken blade. On the opposite side, Qin Lan's body had returned to normal size, but the scarlet in his pupils was even more intense.

In the darkness, Wang Qian smiled forcefully, as if to cheer herself up, and said:

"What's this…

...? Domain? How can you, who has not even reached the ninth level, have a domain?"

There was a hint of mockery in Qin Lan's tone, "How can you mortals understand the magic of Hades God Record?"

Wang Qian's voice was stiff, "You're pretending to be a ghost, and I'll chop you up with my knife!"

"Before that, you'd better take a good look at yourself."

Qin Lan grabbed it with one hand. Wang Gu heard the sound and looked at himself. Unexpectedly, his body was covered with countless tiny black threads. He wanted to cut them off with force, but found that his blood and spiritual power were constantly draining from his body.

Wang Yan said in a trembling voice: "What the hell is this!"

The corners of Qin Lan's mouth curled up in a cold arc, her tone was very unfamiliar, and she said with a smile:
To be continued...