862: C862 Disappeared with a Wave of His Hand

C862 Disappeared with a Wave of His Hand

Rumble...

Outside the village, the sound of horses galloping could be heard, and even the ground was trembling.

Ye Lan released his divine sense, and he could easily see a group of bandits a thousand meters away from the Tata Village. They were riding horses, and were galloping towards the Tata Village.

They were waving their weapons and shouting non-stop. Each and every one of them was filled with killing intent.

"Immortal God, please save my Tata Village. My Tata Village has almost been robbed by those bandits. There is nothing left for them to rob anymore.

If I can't satisfy them, they will definitely kill hundreds of my villagers! "

Old Village Head quickly knelt on the ground and begged Ye Lan and the others.

Outside the house, many elders and children also knelt down, begging Ye Lan and the others to save Tata Village from the fire and water.

"Don't worry, Chief. I won't ignore this matter."

Ye Lan helped Old Village Head up. A wave of energy was released, lifting hundreds of young and old people from the Tata Village up from the ground.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Old Village Head was so grateful that he shed tears of gratitude. The hundreds of villagers of Tata Village were also very grateful.

"Senior Heavenly Devil, you guys take care of Old Village Head and the others here. I will be back soon."

Ye Lan ordered.

"You go!"

Heavenly Devil Sovereign replied.

Ye Lan's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived outside the Tata Village. At this moment, outside the village, there were only a few dozen young and strong men left in the Tata Village. Each and every one of them held a long spear that was carved out of wood tightly, and were ready to fight. They looked at the rolling smoke and dust, and listened to the sound of the galloping horses that shook their hearts.

Their faces were filled with the determination to die. This time, they would not allow the bandits to run amok and harm their village.

Tata Village could no longer bear the harassment of those bandits.

"Don't be nervous, and don't be afraid. Those bandits won't be able to hurt your village."

Ye Lan looked at the remaining young men of the Tata Village, and a bright smile emerged on his face. His tone was filled with confidence that he had never felt before.

After listening to Ye Lan's words and looking at his confident and sunny smile, the tension in the hearts of the remaining young men in Tata Village eased up for some reason.

In their hearts, they had a feeling that as long as Ye Lan was here, their Tata Village would be absolutely safe.

Rumble ~

The sound of horse hooves approached, and smoke and dust filled the sky.

Over a thousand fierce bandits, riding tall and big horses, appeared in the sight of Ye Lan and the dozens of young and strong men in Tata Village.

It was only when they were less than ten meters away from Tata Village that the group of bandits suddenly pulled the reins and stopped their horses.

The leader was a scar-faced man with a ferocious tiger head tattoo on his face. Ye Lan took a look. This scar-faced man had a cultivation base comparable to the Ninth Layer of Body Tempering Realm.

The rest of the bandits were ordinary people with no cultivation base, while some of them were at the level of the Body Forging stage.

This power was nothing in front of Ye Lan.

But in front of Tata Village, it was a Horrible Power that could easily overturn Tata Village.

"Where is your Tata Village's chief? Ask him to come out and see me!"

The scar-faced man with the tiger head tattoo coldly glanced at Ye Lan and the dozens of Tata Village villagers and shouted.

His voice was like thunder, causing the dozens of Tata Village villagers to tremble and almost fall to the ground.

"A bunch of bandits dare to run amok in front of this young master?"

Ye Lan looked straight at the knife-scarred man and replied rudely.

"Stinking brat, it seems like you aren't from the Tata Village, right? If you know what's good for you, get lost. Otherwise, your father will make you die a graveless death!"

"Hehe! Today, the ones who will die without a burial ground will be you all!"

Ye Lan smiled coldly. killing intent surged wildly in his eyes.

"You are courting death!"

The knife-scarred man was used to running amok and running amok. He had never been contradicted like this before. Immediately, he raged and waved his hand. Behind him, thousands of bandits rode their horses. They waved their blades and roared as they charged towards Ye Lan and the dozens of Tata Village villagers.

When they saw the thousands of ferocious bandits charging towards them, their killing intent soared to the sky.

The dozens of Tata Village villagers were so shocked that they broke out in cold sweat. They fell to the ground in a sorry state, and their faces were filled with terror.

On the other hand, Ye Lan was not afraid at all. With a wave of the sleeve , a violent wind instantly blew, causing sand and stones to fly everywhere.

Under the fierce wind, the dozens of Tata Village villagers were shocked to discover that the thousands of bandits that rushed over were like grains of sand. They were directly annihilated by the fierce wind.

The war horses and the weapons in their hands also dissipated in the fierce wind.

Even the knife-scarred man, who was at the Ninth Layer of Body Tempering Realm, was unable to escape. He was killed by the strong wind, and he didn't have the time to scream.

When the fierce wind stopped and the world became silent, there were no more bandits in front of them. They were all gone, as if they had never appeared!

This scene shocked the dozens of villagers of Tata Village, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

In their hearts, Ye Lan was as powerful as an ancient god.

With a wave of his hand, the sky and earth changed colors, and wild winds started blowing. Thousands of bandits were annihilated by the wind, and nothing was left. If this wasn't a miracle, what was it?

Putong ~

Thump!

After waking up, the dozens of Tata Village villagers quickly knelt down at Ye Lan's feet, their faces filled with sincerity.

"Immortal God, please bestow us with the divine power of the immortal spell, so that we can have the strength to protect the peace of my village!"

The remaining young men of Tata Village had never been so sincere before.

They thirsted for power, especially in this chaotic world. They longed for power even more.

They hoped to use this power to protect Tata Village, protect the young and young people of the village, and avoid being attacked by bandits.

"The path of cultivation is extremely difficult. Are you all really prepared?"

Ye Lan asked.

He didn't mind teaching these people the path of cultivation, so that they could have the strength to protect their own villagers and their friends.2

However, the path of cultivation was full of hardships, and Ye Lan was afraid that they wouldn't be able to withstand it.

"No matter how difficult and tiring it is, as long as we have the power to protect the villagers, we won't even frown!"

The dozens of Tata Village villagers had determined expressions on their faces.

Over the years, they had seen too many villagers die tragically in the chaotic world. They had also seen many people from other races die tragically in the war.

The suffering and suffering they had experienced had long tempered their strong willpower.

They were not afraid of suffering or suffering. They were afraid that they did not have enough strength to protect the people they wanted to protect.

"Since that's the case, I'll teach you the way of cultivation!"

Ye Lan said with a smile.

"Thank you, Immortal God."

"Don't call me Immortal God. I'm not a god, I'm just a cultivator!

You can call me Ye Lan!"

"How dare you call me God Ye!"

A villager from Tata Village replied.

"As you wish."

Ye Lan felt helpless.

He stretched out his hand and took out the powerful cultivation technique, Martial Technique, that he had obtained from some ancient ruins over the years. He also gave some spiritual pills and spirit herbs to the villagers of Tata Village for their cultivation.

"Remember, before you are strong enough, you must not let outsiders know about these things. Otherwise, you will bring disaster upon yourself."

Ye Lan instructed.

"I will follow God Ye's orders."

The dozens of Tata Village villagers said respectfully.

Ye Lan just smiled and nodded. He gave these powerful cultivation techniques, Martial Technique, and spirit herbs to the dozens of Tata Village villagers in front of him.

What Ye Lan didn't know was that in the hundreds of years that followed him, his unintentional actions today had directly created the supreme glory of the Tata Village. It had turned this small village that should have been destroyed at any time into a powerful sect. Its name shook the outer region.

At the same time, this village would nurture a Super Genius in the next few hundred years. It would create a legend and give birth to a god!

And these dozens of Tata Village villagers also became powerful practitioners at that time, and their might shook the entire region.

After the Tata Village became powerful, it was also specially forged into Ye Lan's divine statue. Every year, a large number of future generations would pray sincerely in the sacred land. The power of faith absorbed by the statue would become Ye Lan's stepping into the Domain Of The Gods in the future. The power of faith that he would be able to absorb!

Of course, this was all for the future!

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