The girl An Lan tenderly hugged An Bei who lost his fighting power, and gently stroked his cheek.

Under An Lan's long silver hair, was a pretty face stained with blood.

There was obvious kindness and distress on his face.

At this time, both of them were covered in blood.

There are many injuries...

An otherwise can't move now, let An Lan play with it at will, and she is placed on her lap...

Of course, in Anbu's view, this is just an illusion.

The girl An Lan in front of her is just an illusion created by her mother based on herself.

It's a tool, an illusion, and a doll...

Not really human.

After all, he didn't think his mother would make such a soothing gesture.

"Will you come next time?"

In the face of the slightly anticipated inquiry from the phantom Anlan.

Ann thought for a while.

Do you want to continue to challenge yourself?

The answer is yes.

Chongtong was born to grow up in battle, so he can learn more about his mother's fighting style...

But, how many times can you endure it?

Will he carry it until he has enough pupil strength to support him until he defeats An Lan?

Anbu said, "Yes."

Looking at the phantom An Lan's **** eyes, An Bu said, "I will challenge you again."

When An Lan was young, she was too strong.

But Ann was unwilling to admit defeat.

An Lan nodded, showing a beautiful smile.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "Then, Ran'er has to be patient..."

Click!

An Lan penetrated An Bu's temple...

Ann woke up again.

This time, it wasn't as painful as before.

The pupil strength has increased, but otherwise An would know that this pupil strength is not enough for him to have the time to defeat the girl An Lan.

The pupil power is like the sand in the hourglass. The more pupil power, the longer it will take him.

When he has enough pupil power, he will have to fight for many more battles.

But……

Anor sensed the blood vessels in the body.

Negative effects have long passed the balance line.

The blood of the black dragon, the blood of the red dragon, and the blood of the phoenix were almost unstoppable.

Although it was an phantom battle, this phantom was like reality, affecting his spirit, affecting his soul, and even his blood...

Maybe that's why my mother wanted to seal it up?

The An family members are not afraid of death, warlike and bloodthirsty.

If they got this book, they would definitely fall into battle for power, and then their bloodline would run out of control...and they would become killing machines.

Or, isn't the current Annan constantly entering it for the sake of power?

To reassure him, he stroked his eyes.

After being continuously killed, he could feel the power of the heavy pupil, which was attacking a certain shackle.

If the impact is successful, the double pupil will transform.

"It's almost..."

"I want to beat her."

"But what I want..."

An otherwise suddenly looked back.

Isn't his goal to cultivate heavy pupils?

Looking at this trend, he can get the pupil power that transforms the heavy pupil in just one game.

However, he had just been thinking about how to have enough pupil power to defeat "An Lan".

"Winning or losing is really persistent."

What's more, he is from the An family, so he won't admit defeat in his heart.

Do you want him to fight like this one more time and then walk away in despair?

Ann thought for a while, took a deep breath, and continued to stare at the blood pupils on the portrait.

Sure enough, the blood pupil has undergone more changes.

There are more and more dao lines on it.

It means that the girl An Lan has also become stronger.

Continue to enter.

In the phantom space, a very beautifully dressed girl is looking forward to it.

A beam of light appeared in the phantom space.

The girl was overjoyed and said, "Ran'er, you really came."

It's like I've been waiting for a long time. It's just a moment.

Anbu saluted and said, "Mother, please enlighten me."

The young girl An Lan giggled. She pushed her silver hair behind her ears and said, "Okay."

This battle is more anxious, learn from the previous lessons, and self-improvement, An Or else will be able to fight An Lan from the very beginning.

I have to say, Chong Tong has a very strong learning ability.

Even the young girl An Lan was shocked.

Because her moves were learned by An Bei and used to deal with her.

And it seems that the blue is better than the blue.

The battle situation has been in a stalemate. If Anor did not open his bloodline, he was already able to draw a draw with An Lan, who had opened his bloodline.

Although he didn't open all his bloodlines, he also had the blessing of his physique, and after a few battles, An Bao's control over his own combat power was enough to achieve this step.

But, it's still an old problem, his current pupil strength is not enough to give him enough time to defeat An Lan.

So in the end, he opened up his full bloodline and fought the last battle with the young girl An Lan...

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In the An Family Emperor's Palace.

The two female officials stood in front of the temple gate like pine trees that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.

However, the hall was not empty.

In the empty imperial palace, under An Lan's gauze bed.

The Great Elder stood in the center of the hall.

However, her face was not good at this time.

"what?"

"You actually asked Ran'er to learn that art?"

"How dangerous is this technique, don't you know?"

"You are no less than pushing Ran'er into a fire pit!"

"No, I have to call Ran'er out!"

The Great Elder was so impatient, he turned around and wanted to go out.

However, at this moment, on the gauze bed, An Lan said, "If you want to become stronger, you have to do this."

The Great Elder froze and said, "What should I do if there is a problem?"

"You know, the immortal cultivator cut three corpses, what did they cut?"

"What's more, defeating yourself, defeating yourself, and fighting yourself to the death..."

Thinking of the terrible consequences, the first elder couldn't help trembling: "I don't want to see Ran'er follow in your footsteps and become what you are now!"

The Imperial Palace was silent for a long time.

Only then did An Lan say, "In the technique, only me..."

The Great Elder suddenly raised his head and stared at the gauze bed blankly, his eyes full of disbelief.

Chapter 385: Mutation

Lose or win?

Some people will do everything in order to win or lose, and in the end they will only be smashed to pieces.

There are also people who will become so obsessed with it that they will not be able to liberate themselves, but will only go crazy.

In the secret method of refining the soul of the Gui tribe, there is this method of training the willpower of the tribe.

Most of these methods are soul techniques that test human nature.

Every year, I can create a few things that are neither human nor ghost.

And once they have successfully crossed over, even if they face the next sea of ​​swords and fires, they will not have the slightest fear, let alone pain.

Those who succeed will be called by the Gui people to be cut off from the "filth" and reborn.

This is the special cultivation method of the direct descendants of the Gui clan.

There are very few successful people, and countless people who are crazy and collapse.

However, once passed, it must be a person of great talent.

And Guiyi is one of the successful ones, so she has the most talent in the Gui family.

In those days, the Gui and An ethnic groups were still neighbors in the same prefecture.

"Friendly exchanges" with each other, without too many disputes, and even wanted to get married for a time...

At that time, An Lan, the heir of the An clan, had already returned from experience.

The heirs of the An clan like to practice.

It is to go out and enter the red dust, step into the world of immortal cultivation, and experience polishing.

An Lan, who just returned, has grown from an ignorant girl to an invincible genius.

Why did you come back at this time?

Because she felt the fetters.

The bottleneck of its own strength.

Her Taoism, swordsmanship, fighting consciousness, and bloodline have all been cultivated to the extreme!

Therefore, the pace of becoming stronger stopped.