"More than 90%?"

The four ancestors exclaimed at the same time, their eyes as big as copper bells, staring at Yan Lan, as if they were sizing up an ancient prehistoric beast.

The other disciples also looked horrified.

Although most of them do not know the mystery of the Ten Thousand Sealing Formation Seal, they know from the previous words of several ancestors that the Ten Thousand Sealing Formation Seal is the supreme formation of the Xuan clan. It is definitely not something that can be completely mastered by just thinking about it for a few times.

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They looked at Yan Lan's solemn and awe-inspiring expression and swallowed their saliva. If anyone else had said this, they would have scoffed.

But from Yan Lan's mouth, although it is unbelievable, it is difficult to give rise to a sense of absurdity.

The Third Ancestor squeezed his palms. He has been practicing for thousands of years. This is the most incredible thing he has ever heard. If he told the old guys of the Xuan Clan that Yan Lan completely mastered the Ten Thousand Seal Formation in just three days, those old guys would be afraid.

It's about laughing your head off.

As if being electrocuted, the Fifth Patriarch stood straight beside Yan Lan. After a long time, he took a deep breath, frowned, nodded vigorously and said, "I believe Yan Lan's words."

The Sixth Patriarch blinked his eyes a few times, shook his head with a smile and said: "I can't help but believe what Yan Lan said! I didn't believe what this kid said at first, but in the end, the ability this kid displayed made me just

I can break up what I said before and swallow it."

The topless old Taoist also nodded and said: "With Yan Lan's temperament, he will never make fun of the old ghost's life, so I also believe in Yan Lan, Taoist."

The Third Ancestor looked at the three ancestors blankly. He had the least contact with Yan Lan, and he never dared to believe it with certainty. Seeing this, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Since you all believe it, then I will believe it too.

.Yan Lan, this matter is all pinned on you. You must be cautious, our sect will never lose an ancestor again."

Yan Lan smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Master Lao Gui is the master I respect. Once a teacher, he will be a father for life. How dare I make fun of his life? All ancestors, please take your disciples to Master Lao Gui."

The Third Patriarch nodded and said: "Yan Lan, come with me. You can bring anyone you want. The rest of you must protect the Dharma with your own body and cannot take a step closer to the central quiet room."

Yan Lan turned around and said: "Brother Wu Se, Senior Sister Tongxu, Senior Brother Shi Xu, and Senior Brother Beifeng, please follow us. At this critical moment, we may need your help."

After a while, Yan Lan and others arrived at the wooden house in the center of the secret door space.

Yan Lan pushed open the door of the house and saw the barefoot old ghost lying quietly on the wooden couch, unable to move his whole body. He could only look at the roof quietly with his eyes, showing no joy or sorrow. It seemed that he had seen through life and death and looked down upon despair.

The barefoot old ghost noticed Yan Lan pushing the door open and moved his body as hard as he could. But it had no effect, and he couldn't even turn his head.

He exhausted all his strength and could only move his eyes. He looked at Yan Lan kindly, as if looking at his own child, quiet and kind, without sadness or pain, as if he had just woken up from a beautiful sleep.

Yan Lan felt a sore nose. The barefoot old ghost was more free and uninhibited than Qing Xuan, but their caring for him was so similar.

"Master, this disciple will definitely do his best to remove the seal from you. No matter what happens, please believe in the disciple."

Yan Lan slowly came to the barefoot old ghost's wooden couch and said solemnly.

The four ancestors stood behind Yan Lan and held their breath, fearing that any movement would break the quiet atmosphere.

The wooden house is six feet square, neither big nor small. It can accommodate seven or eight people without feeling cramped at all.

Yan Lan turned around and said: "Four Ancestors, you stand in the four directions. Once the disciples unlock the Ten Thousand Sealing Formation Seals, we will have to work together to help Old Ghost Master break the Ten Thousand Demonic Devouring Body Forbidden Technique."

The four ancestors nodded and immediately moved to stand at the four positions of the barefoot old ghost wooden couch. They all followed Yan Lan's words and did not feel that Yan Lan was dictating.

Yan Lan then said to Tong Xin and the others: "Senior brothers and sisters, if my strength is insufficient, please pass on your strength to me as quickly as possible."

Tong and the other three nodded immediately, without any doubt.

Looking at their trusting eyes, Yan Lan felt warm in her heart and said to Wu Se, "Brother Wu Se, if my master is in unbearable pain, please take action and use your great Buddha power to relieve the bone-piercing pain."

Wu Se clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Don't worry, just do it with peace of mind."

Yan Lan pursed her lips, turned around, and looked into the barefoot old ghost's eyes. He saw encouragement, relief, and open-mindedness.

"Master, the next step may be very painful, but the disciple will do everything he can to minimize the pain. Master, please be ready, the disciple will begin to lift the seal."

Yan Lan took a deep breath, raised her hands, and pinched the Wanfeng seal.

Before, Yan Lan didn't know anything about the Wanfeng Formation Seal and didn't know how powerful this formation seal was.

Now, Yan Lan has fully mastered the Ten Thousand Sealing Formation Seal. He clearly knows that the Ten Thousand Sealing Formation Seal focuses on sealing the soul. It is not just a package-like blockade, but also like a densely intertwined spider web, permeating the entire soul.

In order to lift the ten thousand seals within the soul, one must pull out all the criss-crossing seals like peeling off cocoons.

This process, Yan Lan now knows, is extremely painful, as if the soul has been transformed into countless fragments, and each fragment is being pulled by the jagged seal light. The pain is unimaginable.

The four ancestors stared closely at Yan Lan's seals. As Yan Lan performed more and more hand seals, they became more and more mysterious. A powerful wave shook their minds.

This kind of shock made them distrust Yan Lan.

Yan Lan pressed down with both hands, hanging three inches above the barefoot old ghost's dantian.

Countless seal lights penetrated into the old ghost's soul from Yan Lan's palm, like ten thousand small snakes, burrowing into the soul and merging with the formation seals hidden in the soul.

This process is not painful.

The painful thing is to separate the formation seal from the soul.

"Master, hold on!"

Yan Lan whispered softly, her eyes were red, and she shouted fiercely: "Wanfeng Formation Seal, listen to my command, untie the seal, and come out with me."

"Buzz..."

A buzzing sound erupted from Yan Lan's palm.

At this moment, the barefoot old ghost's whole body twitched violently, as if his entire soul was completely on fire, and severe pain spread throughout his body instantly.

Immediately, the barefoot old ghost clenched his teeth, his eyes were red, and he did not even let out a groan of pain. This was the ultimate action he could perform with all his strength.

When Yan Lan saw this, her heart was bleeding and her hands could not help but tremble.

"No, I must not be affected in the slightest. Otherwise, if there is a slight mistake, Master will not only suffer greater pain, but also may be destroyed forever."

"The Xuan Clan, the Xuan Clan is so cruel. Today, every bit of pain my master suffered, I, Yan Lan, will repay you thousands of times."
Chapter completed!