In order to allow Yan Lan to improve her strength within these ten days, the Fifth Ancestor made a big promise to Yan Lan.

After all, the Fifth Ancestor felt that Yan Lan was not a greedy person. He had already shown all his sincerity. I believe Yan Lan would not speak loudly and take away the sect's belongings at will.

Yan Lan nodded, and he naturally knew the thoughts of the Fifth Ancestors and the others, so in a short period of time, he would not go to the Treasure Pavilion again. He nodded and bowed and said, "Thank you for the Five Ancestors' reminder, I will do my best to do my best to stay away from the glory of our sect for thousands of years."

The Sixth Patriarch said: "Well, if you have nothing to do, go and practice. This radius of tens of thousands of miles is a safe area. You can find a place you like and practice with peace of mind."

Yan Lan bowed and said, "Okay, I've gone to seclusion for cultivation. If nothing else, I will leave the seclusion on the afternoon of the ninth day."

After saying that, Yan Lan and the barefoot old ghost immediately rushed to the Taoist temple where they lived.

The Fifth Ancestor looked at Yan Lan's back and frowned slightly and said, "Sixth Ancestor, do you think Yan Lan will win?"

The Sixth Patriarch smiled and said, "Fifth Patriarch, don't worry too much. The dignity of this sect is not your own business. Relax, Yan Lan, a child with extraordinary talent. However, the genius of the Xuan clan has been cultivated by the family since he was a child, and he has always met all kinds of magical medicines. His strength must be strong..."

The Fifth Ancestor frowned even more: "What do you mean is that although Yan Lan is extraordinary, she does not have enough time at the moment and her strength is rarely soaring. If she fights against the Xuan Clan genius, she may be at a disadvantage?"

The Sixth Patriarch shook his head and said, "It's not the case. Win or lose, 50 points! Alas, let's stop thinking about it first. Yan Lan is so calm and composed. We cannot lose the style of a master. Ten days later, we will see the final decision."

...

Yan Lan and the barefoot old ghost came to the Taoist temple and fell down.

At this time, the little madman, Gao Gao, Xichen and others were still practicing in the hanging stone.

The barefoot old ghost looked at Yan Lan and said, "Yan Lan. In the past ten days of cultivation, do you want to choose your own place or go to the hanging stone?"

Yan Lan knew that the hanging stone was one with the valley, which could allow the six senses to communicate with each other. His understanding was greatly enhanced and he was of great help to monks to understand the way of all things.

After pondering for a moment, Yan Lan said, "Master, I want to choose a place where no one is left. I will practice quietly, so I won't bother my senior brothers and sisters."

The barefoot old ghost nodded, his eyebrows slightly condensed, and suddenly his palm flipped, took out something, threw it to Yan Lan, and said, "This thing is the essence of Xiaobao's spiritual wisdom. Xiaobao forced it to condense, which can make the cultivator's spiritual orifice open and his soul reach the heaven and earth. You should use it to practice. Unfortunately, Xiaobao's ability is limited, so it is extremely difficult to gather this spiritual wisdom essence, otherwise he can give you more."

Yan Lan gently dragged the small ball with white light, and felt warm in his heart. He naturally knew how precious this spiritual essence was. Otherwise, the hanging stone that was one with the valley would not have been opened once every ten years.

"Thank you, Master. I will fulfill my mission!"

Yan Lan smiled and said, her eyes full of determination.

The barefoot old ghost waved his hand and smiled, "Haha, we master and apprentice. Why do we need to thank you? Go and practice. Call me if you have any questions. I will sleep on the old rattan chair in the back mountain!"

Yan Lan looked at the kind and weird old barefoot ghost, nodded respectfully, and immediately rushed to the depths of the Gangtian Mountains.

It took ten thousand miles of galloping. Yan Lan just fell on the top of a tall mountain.

This mountain is still as sharp as a knife. Below the peak is a bottomless abyss, which is pitch black. Looking around, there is a hint of cold air, which makes me feel quite terrified.

Yan Lan's soul power swept across three thousand miles, and now there are nothing unusual except for some insects, fish, birds and beasts. He immediately moved his mind and stepped into the Zen space.

Yan Lan looked at Zi Yi who was still in Shen Xiu. In his body, the black phoenix swam from time to time, as if it was undergoing some change.

"There are ten days left. If you want to have the confidence to win, you will be able to open the time flow array."

Yan Lan frowned, moved his mind and took out a time flowing talisman and two Immortal Shou Pills.

"Now, I only have two time flowing talismans and four time flowing talismans. This time, I will use one time flowing talisman. Zi Yi practices in the Zen Heart Space and should take one time flowing talisman."

Yan Lan pinched the hand gesture, and the Gushou Immortal Pill turned into a thread of elixir, which slowly flowed into her mouth from Zi Yi's lips.

Then, Yan Lan stepped out of the Zen space, stood proudly on the top of the mountain, looking at the thousands of miles of mountains and the thousands of miles of clouds, a sense of passion suddenly surged.

"Time flow array, open!"

Yan Lan pinched the formation talisman, and in an instant, a time flow array that was spreading in a radius of three hundred miles was suddenly born.

Yan Lan's cultivation level at this moment is enough to open the time flow array so much.

Yan Lan entered the time flow formation, swallowed a life-hardening elixir, and then waved his hand, and the creation map of mountains and rivers also covered the area of ​​300 miles.

In an instant, ferocious beasts were rampant in the sky, and dozens of strong men fought to the sky, revealing a powerful aura.

Yan Lan licked her lips, her eyes flashed with brilliance and said, "This kind of arrogant aura is a great replenishment. You can realize it by watching the battle and cultivate it against the battle. In this way, your strength can be steadily increased, not empty or weak, and the power you cultivate is all combat power."

Yan Lan rose into the sky, took out the essence of the valley's spiritual wisdom, and nipped his eyebrows, and suddenly his soul seemed to be washed, and his spiritual orifices opened wide, like the soul and the heaven and earth, more integrated.

"The essence of the valley spiritual wisdom is indeed magical. I don't know what species the valley is, but I can't see through it!"

Then, Yan Lan took out a fairy fetus, and purified power gathered towards his soul frantically.

Yan Lan sat cross-legged in the void, comprehending the saint of the Spirit-protecting Spirit, while madly tempering the compressed soul.

The Extreme Dao Sacred Art of Pregnant Spirit can reshape the soul, provide insights into the creation of the great way, enhance the level of cultivation, and also possess the magical power to temper the soul and stabilize the cultivation level.

The power of the immortal fetus can be absorbed directly without refining it, and accelerates the improvement of cultivation.

At this moment, Yan Lan took almost several measures, and his cultivation level was greatly improved with an incredible degree.

Yan Lan tried his best to grit his teeth. The explosive feeling of his cultivation to improve was almost torn apart, so that his body and spirit were destroyed, but he still gritted his teeth to suppress him.

Desire is not achieved, and Yan Lan understands the meaning of this sentence more than ever.

Three months later, Yan Lan's soul had been compressed to half its original size, and the energy density soared several times. He felt that the power of the soul's explosion had reached an extremely terrifying level. Even though he tried his best, he could still be unable to suppress it at all, unless the soul was blocked, the meridians were closed, and any spiritual energy was no longer absorbed.

"Huh, this is the limit. If you continue to temper it, it will probably backfire!"

Yan Lan breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the suppression, and his soul slowly swelled up, as if it had turned into a machine to extract spiritual energy, and the meridians around his body were crazily absorbing the energy of the fairy fetus.

Three days later, Yan Lan's cultivation level reached the middle stage of the Eryan Infant Transformation.

Yan Lan opened her eyes, her pupils were as bright as stars, and a powerful wave spread out from and from his body.

"After nearly half a year of tossing, I finally wiped out the vain feeling of my previous soul. Now, with the thickness of my foundation and the solidity of my soul, it is difficult to find a match in the same realm. There is no use of a unique move, no sacrifice to the thunder sword, but only the power of the soul, you can fight against Eryanying to become a peak-level strongman."

"If I use all the cards and fight Bai Wuyu again, even if I can't kill him, I will definitely seriously injure him." (To be continued.)
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