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After Yan Lan made up his mind, he went to Tiangang Palace with everyone to meet Qinghong.

When Qinghong heard the news, he immediately attracted Qingyu, Qingye, Qingshu and several senior elders.

After some discussion, all the elders agreed to go to Gangtian Gate.

After all, it is the wish of all cultivators to have the opportunity to practice at a higher level. As elders of the sect, they are not qualified to go even if they want to.

However, with Yan Lan's qualifications, he will definitely be able to make a name for himself in Gangtian Gate. Once Yan Lan gains power, they may be able to benefit from it.

Everything was agreed upon, Yan Lan said: "The master and the disciple have something to do. I want to consult. If we build a teleportation array that is thousands of miles apart, how much resources should it be consumed?"

When everyone heard this, they looked surprised.

Qinghong shook his head and said, "The teleportation array of 100,000 miles is already a level formation. It takes a big city to build and maintain its operation. A million miles is even more immeasurable. As for tens of millions of miles... I don't know. Could it be that you want to build a teleportation array between Gangtianmen and Tiangangmen?"

Yan Lan nodded and said, "Disciple is thinking about this. I will understand this matter and do my best to build a teleportation array."

Tiangang Gate is the hometown of Qingxuan and the place where Yan Lan rises. Although it is less spiritual power than Gangtian Gate located in the Thunder Lion Empire, it carries Yan Lan's unparalleled emotions.

Therefore, no matter how barren this place is, Yan Lan will not abandon it.

The next morning, the barefoot old ghost left Tiangang Gate with his handsome apprentice.

Yan Lan was not in a hurry to leave. Some time ago, he was tired and fought repeatedly. He was really tired and needed some rest.

Xichen, Mo Li and Tong Qi are busy combining the three sword enlightenments of the love sword Wuchang.

Shi Xu and Bei Feng were practicing swords with concentration.

The sword in their hands is not an ordinary weapon, and it contains the sword spirit.

The sword spirit not only needs to recognize the master with blood, but also needs to be constantly adjusted in order to unite the sword and fully swing the power of the sword.

After Yan Lan bid farewell to the old barefoot ghost, she came to her Tianmen courtyard. She closed the yard and the house door and sat cross-legged on the couch.

"I haven't sensed Zi Lin's movement for a long time, and I don't know what happened."

Yan Lan sang softly, and then his mind penetrated into the soul. Zi Lin was still madly devouring the energy of the thunder soul, his body became much bigger, and his blue-purple color also deepened for several points, but there was still no sign of awakening.

"This little guy is afraid that he has fought too hard a few days ago. He has been in a very serious state of recovery again."

Yan Lan smiled lightly, then spread her palms, and the two blue-eyed white tigers in the soul seal were also crazily devouring the energy of the spiritual fetus.

Yan Lan sensed the somewhat shrinking spiritual fetus and smiled and said, "If I hadn't had thousands of spiritual fetus, it would have been not enough for you to absorb them freely. I hope you can keep them strong and play the role you should have. Once the blue eyes appear, there will be nowhere to hide in the genius treasures, hehe. If you have the leisure to take you to the deep mountains and rivers to search for treasures, it would be interesting."

After a moment of happiness, Yan Lan took out a spiritual jade slip.

"Brother Wuse, I haven't seen you for more than two years, I hope I can contact you."

Yan Lan held the spiritual jade slip in his hand, and his strong soul power slowly poured into the jade slip.

"Huh? It doesn't work?"

Yan Lan bit her teeth, and her soul power was like a surging river, and she frantically poured her spiritual jade slip.

"Buzz!"

Yan Lan felt his soul swaying slightly. A vague figure appeared in his spiritual consciousness. The figure was roughly seen as a monk, and it was nine out of ten. It was enlightenment.

"Brother Wuse, I am Yan Lan. I haven't seen you for two years, but still remember me?"

Yan Lan sent a voice to Wuse's blurred figure.

I saw Wuse's body move slightly and immediately sent a message: "Amitabha, brother Yan Lan. Wuse certainly remembers you. It seems that you have gone to my sect office to find me. I have been waiting for this moment for two years."

Yan Lan smiled and sent a message: "Instead of waiting for me, why don't you go to Tiangang Gate to find me?"

Wuse sent a voice transmission: "The Buddhist good fortune. If you haven't left the Tiangang Mountain Gate, it means that the time has not come, and it's useless for me to go find you. Once the time comes, you will come to me. I might as well wait for you to find me."

Yan Lan grinned and said, "Brother Wuse, where are you now and how can I find you?"

Wuse said, "I am now 100,000 miles west of the Frost Kingdom. If you go there, you will find me. However, when you leave the Frost Kingdom, be careful. When you meet someone who cannot resist, you say that you are a distinguished guest of Mifan Sect, and the other party may let you go."

Yan Lan raised her eyebrows and smiled and said, "If I report the name of Mifan Sect, will the other party refuse to let me go?"

Wuse's voice was still calm: "Just say, the little monk Wuse will recite the scriptures for him."

Yan Lan said, "Oh? Can you scare him like this?"

Wuse replied: "Brother Yan Lan, monks don't lie, you can give it a try!"

Yan Lan couldn't help but be curious. What's there to be afraid of when chanting the sutras of the seeds? Is it even more terrifying than the Mifan Sect?

Yan Lan asked until the end without breaking the casserole, and laughed and said, "Brother Wuse, I won't disturb you for now. I will come to find you in a while."

Wuse replied, "Good, come on, come on, the little monk is waiting for you to help me recite the scriptures!"

Yan Lan smiled with a pursed lips, feeling that Wuse's words were half straightforward and half mysterious. He hadn't seen him for two years and seemed much more mysterious again.

After putting away the spiritual jade slip, Yan Lan realized that his soul power was consumed severely. He couldn't help but remember that before leaving, Hu Rong said that using the spiritual jade slip would require huge soul power to be consumed. He didn't believe it before, but when he tried it, he realized it was true.

Wuse is only hundreds of thousands of miles away from here, and it consumes so much soul power. The tiger clan is not far away from here, but it is afraid that it will cost most of the soul power to transmit the psychic voice once.

After contacting Wuse, Yan Lan was in a great mood and couldn't help but recall the scene when Wuse went out of the city alone to save him.

At that time, there were countless masters in the city, only Wuse dared to take risks alone and rescue him and Zi Yi. This friendship is worth cherishing.

Then, Yan Lan calmed down his mind and realized that Zi Yi was still practicing in the Zen Mind Space. His figure flashed and he also came to the Zen Mind Space.

Sitting cross-legged in the void, allowing the golden superpower to temper the body, he fully understood the holy art of the Pregnant Spirit.

The Great Path of Pregnant Spirit can be said to contain the most true truths of the world. If you can understand them all, according to the mysterious phantom of the teachings, your level of cultivation will be terrifyingly improved. You can also say that you know everything and understand everything about the world.

However, the Holy Art of the Pregnant Spirit is very complex and profound. Even if you understand the simplest part, plus the time in the time flow array, it took you several years to comprehend four percent.

Twenty days later, Zi Yi woke up from her cultivation.

Yan Lan felt something and immediately came back to his senses. Suddenly, Zi Yi's cultivation level had actually reached the middle stage of Yiyan Infant Transformation.

This level of cultivation is really scary.

Zi Yi underestimated: "Brother, this golden energy constantly suppresses the Xuanhei energy in my body, causing the Xuanhei energy to be crazyly born. I feel that the level of cultivation has increased rapidly and cannot be controlled."

Yan Lan smiled and told Ziyi about what she had done in the past few days.

Zi Yi's mouth wide open and her face was filled with concern and annoyance. She hated that she only cared about practicing and did not help Yan Lan kill the evil enemy.

After some casual conversation, Yan Lan took Zi Yi out of the Zen Heart Space.

Half an hour later, Yan Lan found Xichen Moli and other five disciples of the Heavenly Sect. They also found that the five of them felt like they were reborn. (To be continued.)
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