Looking at the many strong men who came with the overwhelming sound of breaking wind, Mo Tianlun Meng Zhongxian and others nodded slightly, their eyes slightly intertwined with Sword Master Xiong Batian and others, and in a flash, they appeared a hundred meters away.

In the sky outside.

During the vast surge of true energy, they all resisted the strong men from the Sky-Devouring Python, Green Snake Clan, and Iron Gate. As for the Thirteen Tower Masters and the Swallowing Demons, they allowed these two to pass by.

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"Yang Ran, if you are defeated, just speak up and I will try my best to come and help."

Rong Yuncang said in a deep voice, and then turned his cold eyes to the soul-sorrowing master who was walking slowly through the void. As soon as his feet stepped on the void, the space was distorted, and he appeared in front of the soul-sorrowing master.

Looking at Rong Yuncang's back, Yang Ran also nodded, and with a flick of his finger, the dark silver corpse puppet beside him, which had absorbed the power of a dozen other corpse puppets, made a harsh sound of breaking wind, and flew like lightning.

He stormed out and finally intercepted the demon-swallowing demon, while he himself stared calmly at the Thirteen Tower Masters who appeared in front of him in a few flashes as he stepped into the void.

"This time, I won't give you any chance to struggle."

The Master of the Thirteenth Tower had a ferocious look on his face. When he first branched into the Tower of Sin, he originally had many opportunities to quickly deal with Yang Ran. In his eyes, the Eighth-Run Divine Bridge Realm was like an ant-like existence. However...

He never expected that this ant-like existence would make him pay an extremely cruel price.

Every time he thought of the shame of having his arm broken, his resentment towards Yang Ran would become even stronger.

"It's not up to you." Yang Ran smiled and formed a series of strange seals with his hands. The afterimages flew around and solidified instantly.

As he yelled loudly, Yang Ran's robe suddenly became automatic, and his aura suddenly soared at a rocket-like speed. After a while, it finally stopped slowly. At this moment, his aura was astonishingly loud.

I have reached around the peak of the first-level Supreme Realm!

Feeling the surge of aura in Yang Ran's body, the Thirteenth Tower Master also frowned, and immediately said: "It's just a transformation to the Supreme Realm. This is not worthy of you showing off your power in front of me!"

However, having said that, the Master of the Thirteenth Tower did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. He waved his sleeves and heard a crunching sound, and then more than a dozen black chains appeared like poisonous snakes coming out of their holes.

The master of the Thirteen Towers burst out from the sleeves!

The speed of these dark chains was extremely terrifying. In a blink of an eye, they pierced through the void. The sharp chain heads were like javelins, ruthlessly raking away Yang Ran's vitals.

"Soul chain, soul lock!"

The Master of the Thirteenth Tower looked gloomy, and with a flick of his finger, he saw those dark chains strangely surrounding Yang Ran, forming a strange formation.

As the black mist filled the air, a strange suction force erupted, and under this suction force, Yang Ran suddenly discovered that the soul between his eyebrows actually trembled at this moment.

Upon noticing this change, Yang Ran also frowned, and stamped the void with the sole of his foot. The Holy Demon Nirvana swept out from his body overwhelmingly, and immediately adhered to the black chains. Suddenly, inside the chains was

There were screams and screams one after another.

"These tricks are of no use to me!"

A cold light flashed in Yang Ran's eyes, and the silver light flashed on the soles of his feet. In an instant, he appeared above the head of the Thirteenth Pagoda Master. He held his hand, and the Wuji Immortal Slaying Sword appeared, and he slashed down angrily without hesitation.

"Goo!"

Yang Ran swallowed and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had really felt death before. The black hole of reincarnation, even if the Master of the Thirteen Towers and others got into it, they would definitely die!

Taking a few deep breaths to suppress the turmoil in his heart, Yang Ran's eyes stopped at the huge deep cave in mid-air.

There, a jade-white skeleton stood in the air, and the red light in the eye sockets was completely dissipated at this moment. Obviously, the soul imprint left by the saint-level powerhouse was also completely dissipated at this moment...

"Heaven level martial arts..."

Staring at the jade-white skeleton, Yang Ran's eyes suddenly burst out with astonishing heat.

When Yang Ran's breathing became heavier due to the holy bones, a look of ecstasy that could not be concealed appeared on the face of the Thirteen Tower Masters in the square. All the soul imprints left by the strong saints had dissipated.

Now this skeleton no longer has any aggressiveness.

However, although he knew in his heart that the current skeleton was no longer dangerous, due to the terrifying palm before, even though the Master of the Thirteenth Pagoda was impatient, he did not dare to take action now. He was worried about his own life.

, but cherish it very much.

"Are you okay?"

Yang Ran stood up from the ground, and Meng Zhongxian and others also hurried over and asked worriedly.

Yang Ran smiled and shook his head. He took a look at everyone and saw that there was no damage, and he felt relieved.

"Fortunately, you reminded me in time, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable. The palm of the holy skeleton was really too terrifying. I'm afraid no one here can take it..."

There was still a bit of shock in Master Sword's eyes. Even he had seen such a terrifying martial skill for the first time.

"This should be the legendary heaven-level martial arts. This is just the destructive power caused by a remnant soul left by a holy-level strongman. If it is performed by a real holy-level strongman... I am afraid it will disappear.

It’s not just such a giant palace... but the entire Skeleton Mountain Range." Meng Zhongxian said softly.

Yang Ran also nodded. He had personally experienced the power of this thing. If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he might have been sucked into the black hole of reincarnation and turned into a powder-like existence.

"Hehe, a lot of these people are unlucky..." Xiong Batian chuckled, somewhat gloating about his misfortune.

Yang Ran glanced around the square, and indeed found that the originally large crowd was now only a minority, and most of those who survived had faces full of fear, and their clothes were wet with cold sweat. These people

I was really scared to death.

"It's a pity that those scrolls were also destroyed..." Meng'er said with some regret.

"The treasure here is not the scrolls, but the holy skeleton." Yang Ran smiled and looked at the white jade skeleton suspended above the huge pit with fiery eyes.

The skeleton not only hides heaven-level martial arts, but this body alone has an astonishing allure. Anything left by a saint-level expert is a first-rate treasure.

"Most of those who are still alive are strong men with some abilities, but fortunately they are all damaged. From this point of view, our strength is the most intact." Master Dao said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!