The barefoot old ghost narrowed his eyes and smiled, then ducked and came to the foot of a tree.

Yan Lan looked around and saw that this tree was located on a raised hill. It was about ten feet high, with a thick trunk and dense branches and leaves. Although it was not large, it had an aura of vicissitudes of life, just like this tree. It has survived in this world for tens of thousands of years.

At this time, the barefoot old ghost was sitting cross-legged under the tree, with a stern and condescending look on his face, as if he was a master.

Yan Lan felt that if the old barefoot ghost had his hair tidied up and his robes neater and simpler, he might have a more fairy-like appearance.

"Disciples, there is a thousand feet in the area. Please take your seat wherever you like. I am going to start preaching. Please stay calm and concentrate."

The barefoot old ghost spoke loudly, but at this moment he had restrained his usual hip-hop expression and had a solemn expression on his face.

Yan Lan looked around and saw that there was a large green space surrounding the tree. The grass on the ground was only about half a foot long. When stepped on, it was soft and pliable, like a natural carpet, which was quite strange.

Everyone in Xichen dispersed one after another, and sat down one by one in a pile of hundreds of feet in front of the barefoot old ghost, with a distance of a hundred feet apart so as not to affect each other's understanding.

Yan Lan also sat down cross-legged three hundred feet in front of the barefoot old ghost.

Everyone looked up and stared at the barefoot old ghost, and a calm aura suddenly enveloped the hanging stone.

The old barefoot ghost threw his palm into the valley, and the valley turned into a white light and merged into the hanging stone.

Suddenly, Yan Lan felt that his soul's perception of the heaven and earth became more acute, as if he could see the stars and all things evolving in front of his eyes.

Xichen Moli and others also looked surprised, feeling the same as Yan Lan.

The barefoot old ghost said: "Xiaobao, with his magical power, can help you to open up your six senses and open up your understanding. This requires a lot of Xiaobao's vitality, so it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to listen to the old ghost's sermon on this stone. Everyone, be quiet." The wake tower.”

"The creation of heaven and earth is called Tai Chi. Tai Chi means that in the time of chaos, the sun and the moon contain their brilliance, the Eight Diagrams hide their spirit, and the heaven and earth mix their bodies. The saints hide their bodies. Then they suddenly change and become clear and turbid. Ji Chen, the two instruments are in harmony, the yin and yang are in harmony, all things begin to sprout, and the world develops..."

One after another, clear and clear sounds, combined with the great road of heaven and earth, are instilled into everyone's six senses.

As the barefoot old ghost preached, his body slowly floated into the air. As he preached, he kneaded the secrets with his hands to understand the evolution of stars and the rules of all things. Between his palms, he could see with his eyes and feel with his soul. Shown vividly and vividly.

When Yan Lan saw this, he was shocked. Such a method of preaching could resonate with the soul more than simply reasoning.

Unknowingly, Yan Lan sank into a mysterious realm, feeling that his body merged into chaos, and his soul floated in the starry sky, like a door of wonders opening in front of him.

The Yanlan meridian flows consciously, and the soul moves in and out, just like breathing.

Within the mustard seed bracelet, the energy of the fairy fetus turned into transparent threads, slowly traveling along Yanlan's wrist, throughout her body, and integrating into her soul.

The soul-devouring vortex below the soul also slowly rotated at this moment, and a devouring force that was gentle on the surface but overbearing in reality began to activate.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is endless spiritual energy, rushing towards Yan Lan and everyone in a mighty manner, pouring into the body from the seven orifices.

Yan Lan felt that there seemed to be a pair of invisible hands within thousands of miles of the hanging stone, sweeping up all the vast spiritual energy.

This power is not spiritual power, demon power, magic power, or fairy power, but a power that he has never been able to fully understand. It appeared when Qinghong was preaching, and when Wuse was chanting sutras, it seemed that Born from heaven and earth, it is difficult to control, yet extremely heavy.

If we could gather this power, it would be enough to move mountains, seas, and even the stars. It would be possible.

One day later, Yan Lan entered the state of selflessness, her soul moved naturally, and everything was extremely peaceful.

The barefoot old ghost stopped preaching and squinted at the disciples who were all entering a mysterious state. He smiled kindly, jumped up, jumped out of the hanging stone, landed on the old wicker chair in the back mountain, and lay down comfortably again.

The barefoot old ghost looked at the sky and said with a leisurely smile: "Old ghost, I have such a wonderful thing. If you cooperate with the preaching, anyone with a little spiritual root can enter the mysterious realm of enlightenment. Enlightenment in one day is better than a hundred years."

Hard work, hehe, those old monsters actually dare to despise my disciples, sooner or later, the disciples of the old ghost will open your eyes."

"The weather is nice, just in time for bed. Well, I wonder how long it will take these little guys to realize this time. Hey, I can have a long and good sleep again."

Five days later, Yan Lan, Xichen and the others were already sitting in the sky, their bodies glowing with brilliance and their aura was like a rainbow.

Nine days later, Yanlan and others were all wrapped in white light, like pupae in cocoons, waiting for one day to break out of the cocoon and become butterflies.

While immersed in it, Yan Lan felt that his cultivation level was about to improve again. He suppressed his instincts and tried his best to temper his soul.

A terrifying aura was born in Yan Lan's body.

This momentum is the result of the entanglement between the explosive power of improving one's realm and the suppressive power of Yan Lan's tempering.

Between pain and relief, Yan Lan chose to suppress the pain. The severe pain seemed to tear every meridian in his body, but he still tried his best to persist.

Ten days later, Yanlan had risen tens of thousands of feet above the hanging rock.

The crowds of people were spread out from each other, and everyone was filled with mysterious brilliance.

Another half month later, Yan Lan was already thousands of miles above the hanging stone. At this time, the tyrannical force in his soul that wanted to improve his cultivation realm completely woke him up from the state of comprehension.

It took five full days before Yan Lan stabilized the expansion of his soul.

"Huh, after this realization and cultivation, my cultivation level has been severely suppressed by me and has not been improved. However, the size of the soul has been reduced by 30%, and the density has been more than doubled. In this way, I have lived up to my hard work during this period of cultivation.

Unless one day, I really can't suppress the improvement of my cultivation level, I will let it improve."

At this time, although Yan Lan's cultivation was still in the early stage of the Second Evolution Infant Transformation, the power he released was no longer comparable to what he could at the beginning.

Yan Lan was like a hammer made of stone before, but now it is like a hammer made of steel. Although the weight of the two hammers is the same, and the steel hammer is even 30% smaller than the stone hammer, the power that the steel hammer can strike is

Definitely above the Stone Hammer.

Stretching out, Yan Lan looked down. Xichen and the others were still in the process of enlightenment, so he didn't want to disturb them and quickly ran towards the Taoist temple where the barefoot old ghost lived.

The barefoot old ghost was lying on the old wicker chair. Suddenly he saw Yan Lan approaching. He immediately jumped into the air and said with a smile: "Yan Lan, you have completed your cultivation so quickly!"

Yan Lan smiled and said, "Something went wrong along the way. I really feel sorry for Master's hard work."

The barefoot old ghost shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, everything will follow nature. Oh, by the way, you have been practicing for a total of one and a half months. During this period, it was not peaceful."

Yan Lan frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!