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Chapter 1837

Yu Qianyin stared at Dikongxuan, thinking greedily, if he killed this person, then the spirit fire of this seal would be his.

At that time, he won't have to travel the mainland all day long to look for dead souls, and he can practice in closed doors with peace of mind, and he will be able to conquer the Baicao clan just around the corner!

As if seeing what Yu Qianyin was thinking, Di Kongxuan sneered in his heart, and then slowly raised his palm, the purple-gold spiritual power in his palm was like starlight.

A powerful aura emanated from him, the bright moonlight was covered, and the starlight suddenly dimmed, as if shocked by this powerful aura, dark clouds surged, and a strong wind suddenly blew up.

Lan Yin's pupils shrank, she looked at him and said, "You are already at the Mahayana stage."

Only then did Di Kongxuan slowly raise his eyes, and uttered a word: "Get lost."

"Hehe, what a bold tone!" Lan Yin flicked his sleeves, "I have practiced for more than seven hundred years, and I have never seen a young man as arrogant as you! Do you really think that you are the only one who is at the stage of Mahayana!"

After all, he shook his shoulders, and an equally powerful breath was released from him.

The same Mahayana early days.

Di Kongxuan squeezed his palm slowly, and the purple-gold spiritual power gradually condensed into a cold and reserved long sword in his hand.

The atmosphere on the court was tense.

And at this moment, with a creak, the door opened.

"Ahem..." A weak cough sounded, and immediately, Duanmuyi helped a middle-aged man out of the door.

Lan Yao looked back, tears welled up in her eyes, and she knelt down with a plop: "Father!"

Lan Yin squinted her eyes, then slowly put away the aura around her, and saluted silently: "Patriarch."

"Hehe, it's so lively." Lan Zhou glanced at everyone and said indifferently.

He has been the patriarch for more than two hundred years, and he has accumulated power for a long time. Even though he is sick and weak now and needs someone to support him to stand still, but when he glanced over, the guards brought by these great elders were silent.

Di Kongxuan waved his sleeve robe, gathered the spirit fire, held his breath, turned around and bowed to Lanzhou.

But at the moment when he turned around, Yu Qianyin seemed to be dazed, and the spirit fire of death in his hand suddenly condensed into a thread, stabbing Dikongxuan's back.

Lan Zhou snorted coldly, raised his hand as if lightly, but held a huge fishbone whip in mid-air, and immediately landed on Yu Qianyin's arm.

Yu Qianyin screamed and fell to the ground, rolling all over the ground in pain while holding her arm.

Lan Yin's complexion changed, and he couldn't help taking a step forward, saying: "Patriarch, the sea-covering whip is my clan's rule, and it should not be used easily. Isn't it inappropriate for you to use it on outsiders?"

Lan Zhou coughed twice, and his face turned paler. It was obvious that he had just used his spiritual power to make him weaker.

He glanced at Lan Yin lightly and said, "Oh? Now that you know he is an outsider, who is so bold as to bring him into my yard? It's fine if you don't punish him, and whoever brings him will go to hell Come and accept the clan punishment."

Everyone was silent.

"No one admits it?" Lan Zhou raised his hand, and the power in his palm surged, and a formation suddenly rose in the entire yard, covering everyone.

He said: "Since no one admits it, then you all have the same difficulty."

"Wait." Lan Yin said, "I brought him here."

"Oh?" Lan Zhou seemed to be waiting for his explanation.

Lan Yin breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "This person..."

(End of this chapter)