Within the territory of the Yan clan, a figure suddenly shot straight into the center of the family. A rough voice was mixed with deep anxiety: "Clan leader, something bad is going on. The forces that besieged our clan have begun to besiege our clan."

This voice, filled with rich spiritual power, instantly resounded throughout the entire Yan Clan territory.

Those ordinary tribesmen who were unwilling to leave their homes but had low cultivation suddenly showed sadness in their eyes, and a few even showed signs of despair. They just sat in the room blankly, waiting for death to come.

It's not that they don't want to resist, it's that they simply don't have the ability to resist.

A few days ago, the top leaders of the Yan clan secretly transported thousands of women, children, old and weak members of the family to the Sun family's domain at the expense of a huge amount of spiritual stones.

At that time, Yan Yaoji put down his dignity and bowed to Sun Lie, the head of the Sun family: "Clan Chief Sun, this time the clans are besieging our clan, our clan does not want to harm the Sun family, so the Sun family does not need to send anyone to help our clan. But this

Thousands of ordinary tribesmen are innocent. I hope Patriarch Sun has a huge heart.

, give them a place to stay and provide them with shelter. If our Yan clan has a chance to succeed, we must repay the Sun family generously and never break our promise. In addition, this is most of the wealth our clan has accumulated over countless years. Please accept it, Chief Sun.

Come down and use it as a means of survival for our people."

Sun Lie looked at Yan Yaoji with a sigh, patted his shoulder and nodded solemnly.

Today, in addition to hundreds of monks with cultivation levels above the Juyuan period, there are also some ordinary tribesmen who remain in the territory of the Yan tribe. They do not want to stay away from their homeland and watch their families collapse in the distance. They would rather stay here and fight with their families.

Live and die together.

"boom!"

From all directions in the Yan Clan's territory, violent roars shook the earth, and an energy shield suddenly appeared in the sky above the Yan Clan.

At the same time, hundreds of figures ejected and hung in the air. Their figures were all facing the outside of the family, their spiritual energy surged around their bodies, their faces were filled with anger, and they were ready for battle.

At the outermost level are the elders of the Yan clan. They all came out of seclusion or retreat and vowed to live and die with their family.

One level further down, there are the second-generation clan members of Yan Mufeng, Yan Muxiong and other families. Like the clan members of the first generation, they are the main force in this battle to protect the clan.

The innermost layer is composed of three generations of Yan Lingtian, Yan Lingshan and other families. They are the most outstanding young disciples of the Yan clan. They are full of vigor and glory. How dare they stay away and ignore the safety of their family!

At this moment, Ling Yu was also among them, holding the long sword given by Yan Lan, her eyebrows furrowed, her delicate face full of anger. She looked around from time to time, but could not find Yan Lan's figure.

"Xiaolan, you must have arrived at a safe place. But I didn't expect that our farewell before would be our farewell forever."

A touch of sadness filled Ling Yu's eyes, and the huge roar around her instantly pulled her out of her thoughts.

Yan Yaoji, the Black and White elders, and the six elders were also hanging in the sky above the square, with solemn expressions on their faces.

Yan Yaoji looked around. At the edge of the distant family, countless figures were hanging in the air. The darkness was like a doomsday cloud, exuding a soul-shattering pressure.

"Lan'er, if you go to the Bucur Mountains, don't come back. The future of our clan depends entirely on you. You must protect yourself." Yan Yaoji murmured in a low voice, his eyes revealing sadness and hope.

At this moment, around the Yan Clan, countless swords and magic weapons released huge energy, violently pouring on the Yan Clan's protective formation. The energy shield in mid-air was bombarded by everyone, and the halo circulated, trembling violently, and crumbling.

"The protective formation cannot hold on for long. Warriors of the Yan tribe, our tribe's glory and dignity will be guarded by us today. Anyone who offends our tribe's power will be killed no matter how strong he is!" Elder Hei shouted angrily while holding an obsidian sword.

"Anyone who offends our clan's power will be killed no matter how strong he is!"

"Anyone who offends our clan's power will be killed no matter how strong he is!"

"Anyone who offends our clan's power will be killed no matter how strong he is!"

"..."

Hundreds of tribesmen raised their weapons and magic weapons high and roared loudly. Their tragic momentum shook the sky, and the blood in their bodies boiled violently.

Pang He was hanging in the east sky, with a cruel smile on his face, and his cold eyes were looking at the hundreds of Yan warriors in the protective shield indifferently, as if he was looking at hundreds of dead bodies.

When Pang He glanced at Yan Yaoji, he smiled sarcastically and shouted in a strong voice: "Old man of the Yan tribe, if I had known that today would be the catastrophe of annihilation, why would I have to fight to the death? Hahaha... Today will be the Yan tribe's memorial day.

, after today, there will be no more Yan clan on Tianlu. Pang family soldiers, give me a fierce bombardment. A mere protective formation is just a piece of thin paper in front of my three hundred Pang family soldiers, hahaha...

…”

The arrogant voice, like rolling roaring waves, echoed over the Yan clan's territory.

In the western sky, a silhouette of a crane-bone fairy-like figure stands in the void, with fluttering white clothes, and seems to be a master. This person is the master of the Shengfeng Sect, Wangshi Zhenren.

Master Wangshi looked at the people of the Yan tribe indifferently, and said with a solemn expression: "Chief of the Yan tribe, in the Tianlu, the weak eat the strong. If I cannot destroy the Yan tribe, there is no guarantee that the Yan tribe will not destroy my saintly sect in the future. Jiuquanzhi

Next, you can only blame yourselves for being inferior to others, and you should have missed the mark. Elders, quickly form a formation and blast down this protective formation in one fell swoop. Repeated delays will hurt morale."

When everyone in the Yan tribe heard this, they were all furious and eager to fight.

Yan Yaoji angrily shouted: "Old thief Pang He, one day your Pang family will suffer the same calamity as it did today. It's ridiculous that you are making wedding clothes for others and you are so complacent that you don't even know it."

Then, Yan Yaoji turned around again and said angrily to Master Wangshi: "Old thief Wangshi, it is untrue that you are a master of Taoism, and you actually associate with thieves. The majesty of the Holy Fengzong for ten thousand years will be destroyed by your hands today."

When Situ Hengyi saw the leaders of all parties scolding Zhan Zhengnong, he immediately summoned up his spiritual energy and hummed: "Everyone, please don't argue with this old man who is about to die. The scattered offensive of ordinary monks is not enough to destroy this protective formation in an instant.

, it’s up to us to join forces and break through this protective formation in one fell swoop!”

After saying that, Situ Hengyi rose into the air, his spiritual power surged throughout his body, and then accumulated in his palms. With a loud shout, he violently blasted the protective shield under his feet with both palms.

Zhou Tianfeng, Nangong Hongquan and other powerful men also jumped up at the same time, with their palms downward, they bombarded the protective formation in one fell swoop.

"Bang!"

There was an explosion that shook the earth and the mountains, and the protective shield shattered. The majestic spiritual power of the formation dispersed in a mighty manner, turning into strong winds, blowing the clothes of everyone in the Yan tribe, making a hunting sound.

"Form up to meet the enemy!"

Yan Yaoji shouted loudly, and hundreds of clan members suddenly moved and formed a formation with the people beside them in small groups.

The power of a single person is difficult to match the masters of the enemy clan; but the power of a formation is far greater than the power of those who form a formation fighting alone, and can even fight beyond the level, which is a superior strategy to win with less.

"Kill! Soldiers, kill all the Yan clan members. All the magic weapons, property, and beautiful women that you grab can be yours. There is no need to hand it over to the family. You can kill and rob as much as you like, hahaha..." Pang He saw the protective formation.

After breaking, he shouted to the Pang family soldiers.

"My clansmen, it's time to show off the power of our Ji family. Don't let other families look down on you and kill them!" Ji Xiong, the head of the Ji family, shouted crazily.

"Disciples, by killing to prove the Tao, you can also get a glimpse of the Great Way. Today is a rare opportunity. Take out the heart of proving the Tao, fully experience the taste of killing, and carefully understand the profound meaning of killing." Master Wangshi also pretended to be an expert.

He ordered.

The heads of the Zhou clan, Nangong family, Ouyang family, Wuzong and other clan leaders all gave orders to their subordinates and tried their best to massacre the Yan clan.
Chapter completed!