When Hong Mao heard this, he was stunned, as if he was bolt from the blue.

Seeing this, the cultivators all secretly stayed away from Hong Mao. They had little friendship with Hong Mao, because Hong Mao had always been domineering. In this forbidden place, many monks died at the hands of Hong Mao.

Yan Lan looked at Hong Mao who was stunned and chuckled, "Why, don't you? Do you think you are free to stay here for the rest of your life, or will you be my slave free?"

Hong Mao was very confused. As a top-notch man, how could he be willing to be a slave?

Hong Mao turned his eyes to shakuhain, hoping that shakuhain would speak up for him.

But shakuhain kept looking around, as if observing how to break through the formation.

Hong Mao cursed shakuhain a few words in his heart.

Shakuhain was also quite distressed at this moment. He was determined to save Hong Mao, but Hong Mao kept trying to die.

For a person who loves to commit suicide, you can't pull him back before he breaks through the wall.

But by the time he realized it was too late.

Yan Lan snorted coldly: "My patience is limited, so I will give you five breaths to consider."

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Hong Mao had to grit his teeth and said, "Senior Yan Lan, it's not that I don't want to be your slave, but you can really break the ban here?"

Yan Lan narrowed her eyes and said, "Do you doubt me?"

The upper floor Guanjian said, "Yan Lan can even kill that great wise man, how could he not break the restriction here? You are obviously unwilling to surrender and deliberately find excuses to delay."

Hong Mao raised his chest and said, "I am also considering you all. Senior Yan Lan has indeed had supernatural powers and has killed the Great Wise Man incredibly. However, the prohibition here was jointly set up by the Great Wise Man and the Troll Beast Clan leader, so what I just asked is not without reason."

When the cultivators heard this, they all fell down, and several of them agreed with Hong Mao’s statement in their hearts.

Yan Lan said coldly and arrogantly: "Okay, since you have this request, I will satisfy you."

Yan Lan's mind moved, and eight rays of thunder and water melted their forces whistled in all directions, and finally clinged to the bottom of the surrounding high walls.

Yan Lan learned from Baili Chi Xue that the foundation of the forbidden array lies in the surrounding high walls.

"Everyone, I'm ready to break the formation and make a defense!"

Yan Lan's expression was condensed, and he immediately used the Buddha Emperor Zen Bead to protect his body.

"You must defend and protect the body even if you break the formation?"

The cultivators were a little suspicious, but when they thought of the power of this formation, they did not dare to neglect them, so they quickly used their own abilities.

Shakuhachiyin and Zunwu still protect the public and practice.

Yan Lan's thunder soul moved, and a huge explosion came from all directions, and everyone's heart seemed to be hit hard by a giant hammer.

"Boom..."

The high wall swayed violently and then collapsed downwards, making a deafening roar.

The cultivators widened their eyes, and their hearts were filled with indescribable emotions.

It has been thousands of years, and I have been in this dark place for thousands of years, without hope and no future. Many people have even given up their lives and lived in a daze.

Now, hope has finally come, as if the creatures buried in endless darkness are about to see the light of the sun.

As the surrounding walls collapsed, the sky above my head was also shaking.

Yan Lan raised her head and stared at the sky. She saw that the sky was like waves. After dozens of breaths, it turned into a scattered aura gradually dissipated, like snow that was about to melt.

Endless darkness envelops the forbidden land.

Because this is the bottom of the sword mark abyss, the sun cannot reach the point.

But in the eyes of the cultivators, this is darker that is more dazzling than any light, because freedom is hidden in that darkness.

Hong Mao's expression changed rapidly. He thought of countless methods, but he denied them one by one.

Even if Hong Maoji escaped, he still couldn't escape from Yan Lan's palm, because in Yan Lan's eyes, his degree was like a fly flying and could be destroyed at will.

Yan Lan said coldly: "The five breaths have passed, and the forbidden formation has been broken. Hongmao, what other reason do you want to find?"

Hong Mao gritted his teeth and pondered for a moment: "If I help your prince friend successfully take office, can I be free?"

Yan Lan said: "It depends on your own performance. I can express my opinion here. As long as you give enough loyalty and contribution, freedom is not far away for you."

Even shakuhain could not bear it anymore and said, "Hongmao, please give up. Although Yan Lan is young, his strength is above us. It is not embarrassing to follow Yu Yi. Besides, your behavior is indeed too much. If it were me, you would have been different."

Hong Mao's expression showed a faint look of pain, and he staggered a few times, then he looked like a deflated ball, and he sucked out his soul seal between his eyebrows, and respectfully handed it to Yan Lan.

Yan Lan took the soul seal, pressed it into his eyebrows, and successfully controlled Hongmao.

There are two ways to control the slave.

One is to forcefully occupy, and the master imprints his soul into the other party's soul.

Another type of active worship, the slave takes the initiative to offer his soul seal, and the master can control the soul seal.

Yan Lan breathed a sigh of relief. He could have used strength to Hong Mao, but after fighting for a while, his soul power had already reached ten thousand. He really didn't want to spend any more energy to force Hong Mao.

And Yan Lan believed that Hong Mao had to surrender in the end.

Yan Lan said: "The matter is over, I'll leave. But in order not to disturb the Troll Beast Clan, I will temporarily take you into my private space. You should have no objection."

Everyone nodded, and Yan Lan stored them all.

Although Yan Lan didn't know how the Troll Beast Clan would treat these monks, it would be better to have less than more things.

Yan Lan turned into an arrow that left the string and rushed out of the forbidden place.

Flying upward for 30,000 miles, Yan Lan met the old master of the Troll Beast Clan.

Jukui looked at Yan Lan with horror, and widened his eyes and said, "You actually came out? Even I didn't dare to get close to the momentum. How did you come out?"

Yan Lan smiled and said, "I also went through a lot of hardships before I escaped."

Jukui saw that Yan Lan avoided answering this, and knew that this was Yan Lan's secret, so he didn't ask much. He changed the subject and said, "Do you have mastered the magical powers of the great wise man to increase the wisdom of our clan?"

Yan Lan shook her head and said, "Not yet."

Jukui was stunned and said, "Then it's time to find a way to lift the curse and forbidden method of depriving our clan's spiritual intelligence!"

Yan Lan shook his head again and said, "Your clan must have had a deep grudge with that great wise man, which caused him to close everything himself when he finally died, so I was unable to investigate. But it was not considered to be nothing. I found the mystery of spiritual deprivation."

Jukui said anxiously: "Where is it?"

Yan Lan said: "In the depths of the wilderness, the specific location is unknown at present, but I am happy to find there and cultivate this technique to help you trolls eliminate the deprivation of spiritual intelligence."
Chapter completed!