As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Seeing the huge sum of money slipping away, An Lan was filled with grief.

Even the big one doesn’t smell good anymore.

She glanced at Chen Zhian with disdain, and white light flashed from her fingertips, like a sword light flashing through the night sky, cutting the picturesque world in half.

Another casual move.

He actually pulled Zheng Xiuxiu out of the painting and held her neck with one hand.

Perhaps because of fear, Zheng Xiuxiu twisted her waist, revealing her curves.

The already loose robe spread out, revealing shoulders as white as mutton fat jade.

The towering mountains were shaking even more, and a ravine was bottomless, like an abyss, as if it was going to take An Lan's soul away.

Seeing this, Zheng Xiuxiu's eyes were misty, her neck lowered and she said in a trembling voice: "Fallen Immortal... spare my life, I will obey you in everything!"

"Do you really want to let me do everything?"

An Lan seemed like a gentleman and did not stare directly at the woman's face.

He looked straight ahead at the towering mountains.

Zheng Xiuxiu felt her gaze and her face turned slightly red, knowing that she had made the right bet.

The rumors are true, this fallen immortal really has special preferences.

As long as he pretends to be nice to her and waits for Lin Qinghe to return from outer space, there may be a glimmer of hope for survival or even a counterattack.

Thinking of this, Zheng Xiuxiu whispered softly: "Everything will be up to you, Master An."

"Since everything depends on me, then...would you like to die?"

An Lan's face was full of smiles.

Zheng Xiuxiu's face changed instantly, and the cave suddenly turned into endless darkness.

Want to escape far away.

But An Lan said faintly: "It's a pity that you are too old. This young master likes to play with you from childhood to adulthood!"

Then, white light suddenly shone brightly from her fingertips.

The darkness in the entire Zhulu Plain disappeared, and it was as bright as day.

An Lanli sat on the bright moon, looking ethereal and without any murderous intent at all.

But when darkness falls again.

Zheng Xiuxiu is no longer here.

A quasi-saint, died and disappeared...

An Lan half-leaned on the swaying bright moon, patted her hands lightly, and said with a nonchalant smile: "Fu Qiang, your true identity is the Qiang Demon, the nineteenth in the sequence of ancient gods and demons?"

Fu Qiang let out an angry roar, and his innate magical power, 'Moon in the Mirror', dissipated, creating ripples.

After a moment, the picture world was broken into two halves and shattered further.

The fine and fragmented Tao is like sharp and long needles.

He pointed straight at the three inches between the eyebrows of nearly ten thousand monks, as if he would pierce them through in the next moment.

An Lan tilted her head and asked in confusion: "Are you... threatening me?"

Jiaoyue transformed into a handsome blond man, who was stepped on by An Lan. He struggled for a while but failed to escape, so he had to lie in the air.

But he was extremely tough and said in a cold voice: "With a single thought from me, these nearly ten thousand cultivators, including Chen Zhian, will die in an instant."

"so what?"

An Lan asked.

"So you can't kill me, after all..."

Fu Qiang had a stern expression and held his head high. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of white light on An Lan's fingertips and immediately stopped talking.

After a short pause, he changed the subject and said in a serious tone, "After all, I am the nineteenth god-demon of the sequence. I am born to be the best mount. I am so majestic. It would be a pity to kill me, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a divine beast with wings on its head and back. He knelt on the ground with all four hooves, bowed to An Lan, bared his teeth and shouted, "Fu Qiang greets the master!"

An Lan was slightly stunned. She really didn't expect that Qiang Mo, one of the ancient gods and demons, could be so flexible.

It caught her off guard.

She had originally decided to eat grilled wings. Xiao Zhian was very good at cooking them, and the cumin flavor was perfect.

Fu Qiang said this.

It seems that killing him and eating his meat is indeed a waste. After all, he is a quasi-saint after all.

Fu Qiang saw her eyes wandering on his wings, and was so scared that he trembled all over. He said tremblingly: "Master, Fu Qiang's wings are made of bones, not flesh."

"My dear son, what do you think?"

An Lan tilted her head and looked at Chen Zhian who was standing quietly beside her, and said with a smile: "How about this guy as a mount? Isn't he majestic?"

Chen Zhian had a terrible headache and pointed at his chest and said helplessly, "Mother, can you save me first? Your son is dying!"

His old mother was too unreliable. He had been stabbed by the sword of the Fairy Biluo, leaving a bloody hole and his heart was shattered. Yet, his old mother had the leisure to ask him if he was powerful or not?

"Ah, sorry!"

An Lan reached out and pulled Chen Zhian back to her side, rubbing his head and saying with a guilty look on her face: "I stayed with Chen Aman, that rebellious son, for too long, and was infected by his stupidity. I almost forgot that you would die."

As she spoke, her fingers glowed white and passed between Chen Zhian's chest and abdomen.

After a moment, Chen Zhian felt warmth growing in his body.

A broken heart heals visibly.

Flesh and blood were wriggling on the white bones, and the body was actually being repaired in this way.

An Lan raised her head proudly: "Hehe, what do you think? I didn't get the name of a banished immortal for nothing. Reviving the dead and turning them into bones is just common."

“You are amazing.”

Chen Zhian's face darkened and he didn't want to talk to this childish guy.

An Lan was not willing to give in, she grabbed his shoulder and whispered in secret: "Xiao Zhian, I am not here in my real body, but the original body summoned by Chen A'man. There is a demon in the Dao Sect's territory that I cannot defeat.

However, He would not dare to show up unless He was forced into a desperate situation.

I'll take the holy weapon up to the sky and give that bitch Lin Qinghe a surprise, catching her off guard.

Do whatever you want as soon as possible, half an incense stick at most, and stop when you are ahead."

After saying this, An Lan made a move casually.

I saw a gray sarcophagus in the sky shattering into pieces and falling down.

The sarcophagus has no edges and is simple and unadorned, looking a bit rough and plain.

But wherever it passes.

The void was completely annihilated and collapsed, as if it could not bear the weight of the sarcophagus.

What's even more shocking is that.

That sarcophagus was actually made of pure Tao principles.

It hasn't been opened, but the Dao principles that overflowed from the gap were enough to make people tremble, as if a great terror was hidden within.

"It's the Resurrection Coffin!"

Seeing the stone coffin, Wang Rishen exclaimed: "Didn't they say that the Resurrection Coffin had been broken? It was actually rebuilt by the Fallen Immortal?"

"Are the saints too weak, or are the fallen immortals too strong? They can actually reshape quasi-emperor weapons. This is incredible!"

"It's not the resurrection coffin."

Xu Banjuan's eyes fell on the stone coffin and he said slowly: "This is a fairy coffin. Although it is only a holy weapon, it has the prototype of an imperial weapon and can be called an imperial weapon embryo.

If An Lan reaches the imperial realm one day, this will be her lifelong imperial weapon!"

"The Chen family is indeed a family of evildoers. If the fallen immortal An Lan is like this, what about the great demon god Chen A'man?"

"Qiang Demon!"

An Lan gently lifted the fishing rod and hooked it around Fu Qiang's nose, and the other end hooked around the sarcophagus.

Then she took a step forward, crossed her legs and sat on the sarcophagus, pointed at the sky and said leisurely: "Pull the cart, follow this exiled immortal to kill the saint!"

Fu Qiang's expression changed slightly.

Pulling a car...

He is a quasi-saint, the nineteenth god and demon in the ancient sequence. It is fine for him to be a mount, after all, it is his old profession.

But An Lan actually asked Him to pull the coffin. How is this different from an animal?

This is really too much.

However, facing An Lan's nonchalant look that seemed to care nothing about anything, he did not dare to jump up and down after all.

After he lay on the ground and roared, his four hooves emitted devilish flames, forming a pitch-black ladder to heaven.

He dragged the 'Immortal Coffin' up to the sky, and disappeared under the sky with his immense pressure.

Chen Zhian looked at An Lan, who was sitting cross-legged on the sarcophagus, from afar, and did not withdraw his gaze until she completely entered the sky.

After a moment of silence, he looked around and said in a cold voice: "Qinglou's subordinates, Chenliu Black Cavalry, draw your swords!"