Hearing this, Hua Feng nodded without hesitation and said, "Brother Yan wants to enter. There is absolutely no problem. Do you want to enter now?"

Yan Lan nodded and said: "Yes, elder, please lead the way."

Hua Feng nodded, made a hand seal, and strange fluctuations occurred in the space. He then grabbed Yan Lan, and the two of them disappeared immediately.

Hua Mu was the only one left in the underground hall.

Hua Mu looked at the extremely silent underground hall, sighed heavily, and said quietly in his heart: "Most of the thousand-year-old foundation has been destroyed. If it weren't for outsiders, our sect will be wiped out today. The disciple is incompetent, what will happen from now on?

Go and pay homage to our ancestors with dignity!"

In the blink of an eye, Hua Mu put away his sad face, his eyes flashed with perseverance, and murmured: "If Brother Yan can decipher the secret of the mural in the secret room, or even the secret of the ancient tomb, it may be able to improve our cultivation.

Strengthen the strength of our sect. I hope you can follow your wishes!"

As the great elder of the inner sect of the Jianhua Sect, Hua Mu originally had one of his responsibilities to protect the secrets of the Jianhua Sect, but now he has become the person who most hopes Yan Lan will unlock the secrets of the Jianhua Sect.

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Yan Lan's eyes flashed and she came to the secret room she first entered.

On the stone platform in the center of the secret room, the deputy head of the Jianhua Sect must have been given some kind of coma drug and was lying quietly.

Yan Lan glanced around casually, then turned her gaze to the wall of the secret room.

Hua Feng looked at Yan Lan's focused expression and said softly: "Brother Yan, is there anything I can help you with? If not, then I will leave first to avoid disturbing you."

Yan Lan nodded slightly and said: "Great Elder, you are seriously injured and your spiritual power is weak. You should go to practice first. I need your help. I'm welcome."

Hua Feng nodded and smiled and said: "If you want to call me, just knock on this stone wall. I will feel it." After saying that, he disappeared.

Yan Lan raised her gaze, released a ray of thunder soul power, and scanned the murals on the wall meticulously.

The light film on the stone wall will not interfere with Yan Lan at all.

"This mural depicts three swordsmen fighting a thousand ferocious beasts. Who are these three swordsmen, and who is the owner of these thousands of ferocious beasts?"

Yan Lan pondered in her heart, and her thoughts were swirling.

"These three swordsmen possess a majesty of swordsmen that transcends the earth. Their cultivation level must be extremely high. Then, a ferocious beast that requires three people to fight at the same time should be an extraordinary ferocious beast.

Based on this, the masters of these ferocious beasts must be stronger."

"Who are they? How could they be drawn on a scroll? What is the relationship between these people and the ancient tomb? What are the murderous things in the ancient tomb?"

"When the deputy head of Jianhua Sect woke up, he shouted: devil, a devil that devours souls and eats human bodies. Is this thing a human, a demon, or some kind of beast? The deputy head is just mentally insane and cannot proceed.

The art of searching for souls. However, after integrating this information, one thing can be concluded, that is, this ancient tomb is by no means a simple tomb, and there must be huge secrets in it that are unknown to the public."

"After all, when the scroll brought out from the ancient tomb was opened, it covered a radius of thousands of miles, with swords everywhere, and ferocious beasts roaring. It seemed as if the end of the world was coming, and it made people's souls shake. Even if the scene in the painting was carved on the stone wall. This

The murals all possess the breathtaking power of swords and beasts. This one thing alone is so magical, let alone the others."

Yan Lan meditated for a moment, taking in the entire mural at a glance. Suddenly, a powerful sword intent struck fiercely, and at the same time, a ferocious beast roared towards him.

If you are mentally unstable, your soul will be shaken and you will be unable to stand still.

Yan Lan's soul was strong, and he felt the sharp sword intent and the violent beast roar. He gently closed his eyes and concentrated on understanding.

Huafeng once said that those who understand the sword's intention will greatly increase their strength, which is far beyond what ordinary swordsmen can contend with.

One day later, Yan Lan slowly opened her eyes, her eyes a little sharper, and said softly: "Unfortunately, the person who carved this mural can only carve shapes, not gods. I can only feel the power of the sword,

The madness of the beast's roar, but I can't experience the emotions of the swordsman, and I can't feel the deep things. Only with that scroll can I have what I want."

Yan Lan shook her head and knocked on the stone wall, and Hua Feng appeared in response.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Lan came to the underground hall again, her soul power dispersed slightly, and she found that everyone was still meditating. It must have been the battle that consumed so much that it would be difficult to recover for a while.

Yan Lan said: "Great Elder, I have also gone to meditate. I will not disturb you for the time being. You can go to meditate too."

After saying that, Yan Lan stepped into the secret room where Ziyi was, placed a restriction, and took Ziyi into the Zen Heart Space together.

Ziyi was particularly consumed by this battle. If she was allowed to recover slowly, it would take at least several months.

However, in the Zen Heart Space, the mysterious demonic energy in Ziyi's body will compete with the golden Buddha's power, thus speeding up the birth and making Ziyi recover faster.

While Yan Lan allowed his soul to absorb the golden Buddha power, he understood and transformed the holy power of the extreme path, and at the same time tempered the power of the thunder soul.

In the Zen Heart Space, it is not easy to practice Dao Lei. In addition, Yan Lan's spiritual power is severely consumed, and he does not have the time to understand the rules of thunder.

A month later, Yan Lan sensed movement from the outside world. The first person to walk into the underground hall was Xi Chen, followed by Mo Li.

Xichen and Mo Li noticed that everyone was still meditating and were not in a hurry. They had a bit of fun and went back to the secret room to meditate.

Another month later, Yan Lan slowly opened his eyes. He had already regained his spiritual power and recovered from his injuries. However, in the hall, everyone was basically there, only he and Ziyi were left.

"It took two full months for everyone to recover. That battle really cost everyone a lot of money."

Yan Lan shook his head and hummed. Seeing that Ziyi was still in meditation and did not disturb him, his mind moved and he left the Zen Heart Space and came to the underground hall.

"Ha, Junior Brother Yan, you consume the most among all of them, why don't you meditate more, we are not in a hurry, hehe!" Xi Chen greeted Yan Lan with a smile when he saw him coming out.

Yan Lan looked at everyone and said with a gentle smile: "Hey, I'm almost recovered. I feel uncomfortable staying underground all the time. It's better to come out for some air and feel comfortable."

Hua Feng cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Haha, this deep underground is naturally not as free and spacious as the ground. However, it is still safe here for the time being. In the past two months, Brother Yan's cultivation seems to have improved. It's really

It makes me feel ashamed. Well, your strength has almost recovered, and you can step out of this underground today and get some fresh air on the ground."

Beside Hua Feng and behind him, Hua Mu and Hua Chong, as well as Tu Dong and Tang Qi, all had respectful smiles on their faces.

Yan Lan said: "Okay, everyone is here, let's do it now."

Hua Feng looked around and found that Ziyi was the only one missing. However, since Yanlan people had already arrived, he naturally couldn't ask more questions, so he made a hand gesture and brought everyone to the ground.

The others didn't see Ziyi, so they generally had the same idea as Hua Feng, and didn't ask any more questions.

Arriving at the ground, Yan Lan looked up at the blue and white clouds, took a deep breath, stretched out, and said, "Comfortable!"

Everyone looked at the endless land. The original seedlings had grown to knee height, and even some fast-growing vegetation was ten feet high. They were so lush and green that people had to admire the magical power of Buddhism.

Yan Lan chatted with everyone for a while, and everyone's attention was focused on the cyan restriction covering the ancient tomb. To be continued

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Chapter completed!