Yan Lan stared at the five storage rings in her hand, smiled faintly, and felt a warm current in her heart.

He didn't expect that the five ancestors would trust him so much.

Yan Lan raised his eyes, and everyone in the three sects became more and more proud. They were able to suppress the Gangtianmen so much that they could not lift their heads, which obviously made them extremely happy.

"Gangtianmen is worthy of my sacrifice, even if humans and gods are angry, heaven and earth will not tolerate it!"

Yan Lan took a deep breath, clenched her fingers, and said to Tongzhi and two other good-looking female disciples: "Three senior sisters, I have wronged you. Come with me to the three sects to seek peace. Only in this way can our sect be able to

In exchange for a moment of peace.”

Some of the Gangtianmen disciples clenched their fists, while others held down their weapons and magic weapons. They looked at Yan Lan in confusion, wanting to stop him, but they didn't know where to start.

The five ancestors stared into Yan Lan's calm eyes and did not say anything to stop him.

Tongzhi looked at Yan Lan quietly, looking at this young man whom she admired but never showed her feelings. She nodded gently and said in a low voice: "I have devoted myself to the sect. As a disciple, I have no hesitation."

After saying that, he put down the sword in his hand and walked slowly towards Yan Lan.

The other two female disciples looked at each other, put down their magic swords, and walked towards Yan Lan.

Yan Lan smiled slightly, looked up at the sky, and said in her heart: "All the disciples in the Gangtian Sect also have great trust in me, how can I let you down!"

"Hahaha, this is called knowing the current affairs!"

"I didn't expect that Gangtianmen would be like a dog today, wagging its tail and begging for mercy!"

"I really want to step on the foreheads of those old guys at Gangtianmen. My neck was sore when I nodded and bowed to them before!"

"Tsk tsk. The female disciples of Gangtian Clan have an extraordinary charm!"

"..."

The people of the three sects couldn't help but made a loud noise again. They completely ignored the face of Gangtian Clan and didn't care about the image of Taoists.

Yan Lan led Tong Xin and three others out of the sect-protecting formation.

The three sects of Yanlan Dynasty asked: "Our sect is forced to this point by the Xuan clan. Is there really no room for negotiation?"

"It's nothing to discuss. If you are suppressed by the Xuan clan, it's because you are weak and incompetent. You don't care about our business!"

"Let's go, it will be time for our three factions to divide the resources. Little Yanlan, your life will be spared for now."

"Don't play tricks, otherwise, my soul-binding rope will be enough to pull out your soul."

"..."

Yan Lan looked at the ugly faces of the cultivators in front of her, with sadness in her eyes.

Under the shouts of cultivators from the three sects, Yan Lan took the three female disciples and left.

Before leaving, Yan Lan turned to the direction of Gangtian Sect and said: "Fellow Taoists who are participating in our grand ceremony, if you have spare time, please help to look after our sect. It will not delay you too much time, at most half a day. Yan can be with you."

The three factions negotiated terms and removed the sky-penetrating awl. Yan will remember this kindness in his heart."

In Gangtian Square, the cultivators who participated in the Canon looked at the sky. Many people couldn't figure out why Yan Lan went to such trouble when he could clearly kill cultivators from the three sects. Could it be that he was really afraid of the sky-piercing cone above his head?

?

Everyone stared at the sky-piercing cone, its sharp edge and bone-piercing pressure caused cold sweat to break out on many people's foreheads.

After a moment of calm, many monks bowed their hands to the Third Patriarch, and then left after being polite.

After half a stick of incense, eight or nine of the ten monks who participated in the scriptures were left. Only the Bu Zhen Immortal, Broken Ruler Jinghong, the red-robed old man, Peng Shan and a few others were left on the ground.

Even people from the three major alliances, including Gongzu Shu, Mo Yejian, and Feng Hebai, all said goodbye and left.

How could those monks who left not be itching at this critical moment? They were in groups, thousands of miles away from Gangtianmen, hiding their auras and figures, and all their eyes were focused in the direction of Gangtianmen.

In Gangtian Square, the five ancestors, the disciples, Fu Zhenxian and others all stood in place, silent to each other, as if waiting for something.

The atmosphere in the entire Gangtianmen seemed particularly depressing.

Everyone stared at the direction in which Yan Lan was leaving, with hope in their eyes. Most people in the Gangtian Sect would never believe that Yan Lan would be captured so easily.

Half an hour later, when many people were getting a little impatient, suddenly, thunder flashed in the distant sky. Although no roaring sound could be heard, the boiling thunder indicated that a violent conflict was taking place there.

The vast thunder light is like a thunder god stirring the world. Even though it is hundreds of thousands of miles away, it still feels bright and dazzling.

The lightning flash only lasted for ten breaths before it was completely extinguished.

The monks who were lurking opened their eyes in confusion, not knowing what was happening where the lightning flashed.

"No, the sky-penetrating cone is moving!"

Pengshan's eyes widened and he looked horrified.

Everyone raised their gazes. Thousands of feet above the sect-protecting formation, the sky-penetrating cone seemed to have been cut off from the line hanging above the sky. It shook slightly and began to fall.

The Third Patriarch rose into the air, moved his right hand, and stretched out a giant hand a hundred feet tall, holding the sky-penetrating awl tightly.

Under the operation of the majestic spiritual power, the sky-penetrating cone only slowed down its fall slightly, but did not move away.

When the four ancestors saw this, they roared again and again, and they all raised their giant hands and held the sky-penetrating awl with all their strength.

However, the power of the five ancestors was still unable to stop the sky-penetrating cone from falling.

Cangcang grabbed Bu Zhenxian's clothes and said anxiously: "Grandpa, this sky-piercing awl should be a treasure. You should collect it quickly!"

Bu Zhenxian shook his head and said: "Hey, it is indeed a treasure. What a pity, what a pity, it does not belong to me!"

Cang Cang said anxiously: "Then who does it belong to? Grandpa, hurry up, otherwise this place will be destroyed!"

Immortal Bu Zhen smiled and said: "Don't be anxious, the owner of the sky-penetrating awl will be here soon, there is no need for me to take action."

Duanchi Jinghong and Pengshan sighed and took action one after another.

The top of the sky-piercing cone seemed to be pressed by an immortal, and the power of ordinary cultivators seemed to be unable to hinder it at all. The sharp edge was getting closer and closer to the sect-protecting formation, and the cultivators also seemed to be pressed by an invisible giant force. As the sky-piercing cone

A whereabouts.

In the ancestral tower of the Xuan Clan, Xuan Gu looked at the light curtain and said with a sinister smile: "Once my sky-piercing awl is sacrificed, even I can't stop it, let alone you, Yan Lan, I want to see it, can you

If you rush back in time, can you be able to take away my sky-piercing awl?"

Thousands of miles away from the Gangtian Gate, the cultivators lurking onlookers gasped. The combined power of several top experts was unable to stop the Sky-Piercing Cone. The power of this thing was simply beyond imagination.

"All disciples, take action quickly and be sure to remove the sky-penetrating cone!"

The Fifth Patriarch shouted loudly. The sky-piercing cone was only six hundred feet away from the sect-protecting formation. At most, it could break through the sect-protecting formation and cause devastating damage to the Xingang Tianshan Gate.

More than a hundred disciples took action one after another, and hundreds of giant hands grabbed the sky-penetrating awl.

Even so, the sky-penetrating cone only slowed down its fall slightly.

Bu Zhenxian still didn't take action. He looked at the horizon indifferently, with a light expression on his face.

But it is not true that the immortal is like this, but it is a hardship for Cangcang.

Cang Cang looked at Wu Se and saw that Wu Se was motionless. He became even more angry and stamped his feet, then he also took action to stop the sky-penetrating awl.

Although the enlightenment does not move, anyone who practices Buddhism will be able to see that dense golden light gradually appears on his body, and countless Buddhist secret mantras rise from his body, gathering towards the top of his head, forming a sitting Buddha shadow.

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Three hundred feet...

One hundred feet...

Thirty feet...

The tip of the sky-penetrating awl was only ten feet away from the sect-protecting formation, and all the ancestors and disciples let out heart-rending roars.
Chapter completed!