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Chapter five hundred and fiftieth: Spiritual stillness

Yan Lan smiled slightly, looked at Wu Se, and said: "Brother Wu Se, you and I joined forces and finally killed this old beast."

Wu Se smiled happily and said: "Ami... Oh, no Buddha. We are both seriously injured. We need to heal our wounds quickly and refine the hell fire. Otherwise, we will not be able to get out of this hell fire space."

"I'll hide away for a while to recover my mana!"

After saying this, Wu Se's whole body flashed with golden light and then disappeared without a trace.

Qing Jian Wuchang said to Yan Lan: "Yan Lan, you should recover quickly."

Yan Lan nodded, and then struggled to stand upright. Unexpectedly, when she grabbed Tongzhi's arm, the back of her hand touched a soft mass on Tongzhi's chest. She was immediately startled and subconsciously let go of her hand as if she was electrocuted.

As soon as her hands were released, Yan Lan's body fell into Tong Xin's arms again.

Yan Lan smiled and said: "Senior Sister Tongxu, help me, I really don't have the strength."

Tongli's face turned slightly red, she hummed slightly, and quickly straightened Yanlan upright.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Tongxi!" Yan Lan said softly, and then continued to everyone, "I will disappear for a moment, and I feel sorry for you to have to wait here for a while."

Xichen smiled and said: "Junior brother Yan, go quickly and take good care of your body. Even if it takes a month or two, you will be fine." Yan Lan smiled softly and said: "It won't take that long, but it will take three to five days. I

Escape first."

After saying this, Yan Lan's mind moved and she came to the Zen Heart Space.

"ah……"

As soon as he reached the Zen Heart Space, Yan Lan couldn't help but groan in pain. His soul had been burned by the underworld fire and was ravaged by the excessive power of the thunder soul. At this moment, he was not only exhausted, but also in extreme pain.

In fact, the base of the tongue was bitten so deeply that it was unbearably painful to speak.

He had resisted the severe pain and fainting just now because he was afraid that everyone would be worried.

"This is the most serious injury I have suffered since I fell into the world. I hope I can recover to 50% to 60% within three to five days."

Yan Lan sighed, then sat cross-legged in the air and closed her eyes.

The golden power, which is the golden Buddha power mentioned by Wu Se, is rapidly repairing the scars on Yan Lan's body.

A stream of Buddhist power also poured into Yan Lan's soul, repairing the wounds of the soul bit by bit.

One day later, Yan Lan felt that he had only repaired a little more than 10% of the damage. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. Even with the miraculous healing power of the golden Buddha's power, he could not completely repair his serious injuries in a short time.

Three days later, Yan Lan's physical wounds had been repaired, but her soul wounds had only recovered less than 40%.

This time, the soul was hurt too deeply. The power of the hell fire to burn the soul is indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people. With Yan Lan and Wu Se's unique talents, coupled with their respective magical weapons, they can only support

It’s only sixty or seventy breaths. If it were anyone else, I’m afraid they wouldn’t be able to last even sixty or seventy breaths.

Five days later, Yan Lan slowly opened his eyes because he noticed that Wu Se had appeared.

Yan Lan's eyes turned to Ziyi. During these five days, Ziyi never moved, but the fluctuations in his life had reached an extreme level.

"Why hasn't Yi'er woke up? Is there something else going on?"

Yan Lan frowned slightly and couldn't figure it out for a moment, so she left the Zen space.

"Haha, you guys came out so soon. How are you? How are you recovering?"

Qing Jian Wuchang asked happily.

Wu Se glanced at Yan Lan, clasped his hands together and said, "80% recovery!"

Yan Lan smiled slightly and said: "70% recovery!"

At this moment, Yan Lan changed into a blue Taoist robe, her hair was tied up in a high bun, and she was purified and nourished by the golden Buddha's power, giving her a clear light, making her look particularly fresh and handsome.

Xi Chen immediately came up, patted Yan Lan, and said happily: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, oh, in just five days, some people live like years, and they can't sit still!"

As Xichen said this, he glanced at Tongzhi from the corner of his eye.

Mo Li covered his mouth with a smile, curled his lips and said, "I'm not restless, because I believe that Little Brother Yan will be fine. He's still alive. He's just an old beast, but he doesn't have the ability to kill him."

Shi Xu also laughed and said, "I'm not restless either. I'm just restless standing, so I keep sitting."

Bei Feng gave a rare smile and said, "I feel uneasy sitting, so I keep standing."

Qing Jian Wuchang also frowned and said, "I've been lying there all this time. It has nothing to do with me."

After everyone had finished speaking, Tongli was left standing there alone. As a result, she was not only restless, but also wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Yan Lan smiled silently and said, "Don't bully Senior Sister Tongxi, she is not as eloquent as you."

Xichen grinned widely and said, "Haha, you see, you have learned to protect others even before you have even written your horoscope. Tsk, tsk, Junior Brother Yan, you are very charming."

Tongzhi took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "Senior Brother Xichen, your charm seems to be even greater. Even Senior Sister Mo Li fell into your hands. This is obvious to all!"

Tongli is no longer autistic. In her heart, she actually longs to integrate into the friendship of others.

Aloof goddesses are often just intimidating on the outside. In fact, their hearts are almost the same as most ordinary women.

When Mo Li heard this, she blinked a few times. Unexpectedly, the conversation turned to her, which made her speechless for a moment.

Xichen chuckled and said quickly: "Junior Sister Mo Li and I have just gotten together!"

Hearing this, Mo Li felt even more embarrassed. He scolded and said, "Dese, right? Believe it or not, I pulled that one off?"

Yan Lan quickly interjected: "What Senior Sister Mo Li means is to twist the horoscope into a bunch, and that's it."

Mo Li bit her teeth and said, "Well, my little junior brother, senior sister, please help you make more horoscopes, so that all the women who admire you will be tied to you."

Xichen also nodded and smiled, then his expression changed slightly and said: "Hey, speaking of women, I haven't seen little junior sister Ziyi for a long time. Junior Brother Yan, you shouldn't have hidden her."

When everyone heard this, they all frowned.

Even Wu Se looked suspicious, and he kept wondering why Ziyi was nowhere to be seen after appearing as a monk.

Hearing this, Yan Lan put away her smile, and with a thought, she moved Ziyi out of the Zen Heart Space and said, "Ziyi has recovered from her trauma and is very energetic, but she just doesn't wake up. I'm also very confused."

Qing Jian Wuchang walked up, gently pressed Ziyi's head with his hand, pondered for a moment, frowned and said: "Yan Lan, is there an evil spirit in Ziyi's body? Where did that hundred-foot black phoenix come from?

Come?"

Yan Lan shook his head slightly and said: "I don't know either. This black phoenix seems to be born in Ziyi's body. The evil spirit mentioned by senior Qingjian should refer to this black phoenix."

Qing Jian Wuchang nodded and said: "Maybe. This phenomenon of being full of vitality but unconscious should be the legendary spiritual silence. The so-called spiritual silence means that if there is a spiritual beast protecting the body, it will

When the physical body faces an unbearable attack, the spirit beast will seal the owner's soul and put the soul into a mysterious state of silence, thereby achieving the purpose of protecting the soul. From this point of view, the black phoenix in Ziyi's body is hers.

Protective spirit beast."

Yan Lan nodded and asked: "Then how to wake up Ziyi?"

Qing Jian Wuchang frowned and sighed: "There is a way, but it is more difficult!"

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