Chapter 127: Climb the Green Mountain with Pride, Kill the Immortal and Meet the Emperor
The rushing river is like purple thunder and lightning, roaring again and again.
The turbulent river water blew up thousands of piles of snow.
Li You'an, wearing a Confucian shirt, was in the tent, reading the sword with a lamp on.
Suddenly, Li Youan trembled all over, frowned, and disappeared in the tent for a moment, hanging high in the sky, looking towards the Shu land, his sword energy surging all over his body, and the stars were romantic.
In Li Youan's perception, the breath of peace... disappeared!
It can't be sensed at all, as if it has been completely eliminated in the human world.
"This is impossible!"
Li Youan groaned softly.
It was impossible for Anle to die so suddenly in Jianchi Palace. Even if he died, the sword energy mark he left on Anle would allow him to sense the situation and rush to support quickly.
But now...
The breath of Anle seemed to disappear out of thin air in an instant, and the anchor point of the sword energy he left behind was also crushed in an instant.
"Anle is in Jianchi Palace, and with the old sword master there, even Emperor Yuan Meng cannot kill Anle silently..."
"I'm going to Jianchi Palace to attack Qingshan... Could it be that there was an accident during the attack?"
Li Youan gradually calmed down, frowned slightly, and began to think about the possible reasons.
"The Qingshan sword contains great secrets. If something unexpected happens during the attack, maybe... Anle will really come into contact with Qingshan's secrets?"
Hearing this, Li Youan felt a little relieved.
He is very optimistic about An Le, and even regards it as a spark, and is unwilling to die in An Le due to emotion or reason.
"Fighting for Qingshan...causing the erasure of the human atmosphere..."
"Co-authored by Zhao Huangting, the first four times opened the door for Qingshan and opened a lonely place."
Li Youan suddenly smiled.
Between the tents below, aura rose up one after another, and figures came through the sky one after another. They were all strong men in the army. They were wearing armor and had strong auras.
"General, what's wrong? Are the Xiliang father and son planning to cross the river again?"
Some soldiers asked in confusion.
Li Youan waved his hand: "I just sensed something suddenly. Let's disperse and cheer up. The Yuanmeng Empire has raised its troops to attack Xiliang. At this juncture, Xiliang will definitely seek a way out. Crossing the river may be their choice. So don’t underestimate the enemy.”
"Here!"
Many soldiers with strong auras clasped their fists and bowed, then turned into streams of light and returned to the stationed troops.
However, Li Youan waved to a figure in the crowd.
Luo Qingchen was wearing armor and stomach, and his once handsome face had now become much more weathered. He had a gray beard on his face, and he looked much more determined.
"General You'an."
When Luo Qingchen saw Li Youan, he clasped his fists and saluted respectfully.
"Yes, your performance in the army is acceptable. I heard that a small group of troops crossed the river from Xiliang. You personally led the troops to fight with them, and wiped out all the opponents in a desperate situation. It seems that you have recovered from the haze of self-destruction. It’s out.”
Li Youan looked at Luo Qingchen, the Qingzhou genius whose Taoist heart had been broken by him and who had been sinking for ten years.
Luo Qingchen smiled: "Only when I went to the battlefield in person did I realize that I still had a narrow-minded vision. Here, there were countless geniuses, and I realized that my former self was nothing at all. It’s really ridiculous to be proud and confine yourself because of a loss.”
Li Youan's face showed admiration: "The Canglang River battlefield is the most training place. The geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire, the geniuses of the Xiliang Kingdom, and the geniuses of the Dali Kingdom will all gallop and compete here. In addition, there are also There are those geniuses in the world of martial arts, the Taoist disciples of Zhenwu Guan, the young masters of the Tianshi Mansion, Buddhist disciples, etc... they are all people who are capable of creating a scene."
"Fight with them well, gather your courage in the battle, and the influence of the Dao Heart that was chopped off will gradually disappear."
"I hope to see you stand up one day."
Luo Qingchen's face, which had undergone many changes, also showed a smile and a serious expression.
"I will obey my orders."
Li Youan smiled: "You must have heard some of Anle's deeds in Lin'an Mansion, right?"
"He's almost catching up with you now... I remember there was an agreement between you."
"This agreement should be realized soon."
When Luo Qingchen heard this, he couldn't help being shocked, and his face suddenly showed a somewhat complicated look.
He was naturally familiar with this name.
But how long had it passed before Anle caught up with him?
He is in the double sixth realm of physical training and spiritual training.
However, Luo Qingchen didn't have any fear or flinch in his heart, but was eager to give it a try.
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Outside Lin'an Mansion, the Sixth Mountain is steaming with sword energy.
The rain and mist shrouded the pavilion halfway up the mountain.
The Sixth Mountain Master, who was carrying a huge pine sword box, stood in front of the pavilion with his arms folded and looked extremely cold, watching the changes in the rain and fog in the mountains.
Suddenly, his eyebrows raised slightly.
"Has the breath of peace disappeared?"
"Mochi didn't even react."
The Sixth Mountain Master frowned slightly.
He took one step forward, and the sword light lingered and galloped around him, hugging him and breaking through the clouds and rain, and instantly cut through the sky like a shooting star.
When he came again, he had already landed on the first mountain.
The thatched cottage on the mountain is beaten by wind and rain.
Under the courtyard, there was an old man with an incense burner in front of him, and the incense sticks in the burner were burning.
Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes and looked at the Sixth Mountain Lord anxiously.
"Lao Liu, it's rare to enter the first mountain. What's the matter?"
The old man said with a smile.
The Lord of the Sixth Mountain stepped on the light of the sword, clasped his fists and bowed: "The aura of peace and joy has disappeared, just like death. I would like to ask Senior Brother to make a fortune for him."
The first mountain master raised his wide sleeves and waved towards the ground in front of him.
The sixth mountain master stepped out, the endless sword light converged, a breeze blew up, and he sat opposite the first mountain master.
The two sat opposite each other, and the wind chimes hanging on the door of the hut tinkled softly.
"Lao Liu, you really care about this kid."
"He has understood the future sword energy left by the teacher, and he should be concerned."
"No, your concern is to appreciate his swordsmanship talent."
"Elder brother, since you know it, don't say useless words."
"Tsk, you are still so cold."
The conversation between the two seemed somewhat simple.
The old man smiled, took a piece of white paper, spread it flat on the ground, picked up a finger of incense from the incense burner, and lit it on the white paper.
Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden surge of invisible spiritual energy.
It seemed to turn into a small tornado, causing the wind chimes to shake louder and louder, and the tinkling sound became clearer.
The old man's face changed from relaxed and carefree at the beginning to gradually becoming serious. In the hut, the air in the entire First Mountain seemed to be frozen.
Brilliant golden ancient scriptures emerged from the clouds and mist on the first mountain, constantly circling. From a distance, they looked like an ancient bell covering the mountain.
The first mountain master's eyes were as bright as gold, like two blazing suns.
There was a trace of subtle surprise on the cold face of the Sixth Mountain Master, but he knew very well what his senior brother was capable of.
Provoking the senior brother to show such a solemn expression...
The situation that Anle finds himself in at this moment may be quite extraordinary.
The incense ashes on the white paper were blown away by a breeze.
Peace returned to the first mountain, and the aura of the old man gradually disappeared.
"The divination is over."
The old man became increasingly sleepy, opened his mouth and yawned widely, then handed the white paper to the Sixth Mountain Master.
The Sixth Mountain Master took the white paper and narrowed his eyes slightly, but saw that there was only one word written on the white paper by condensed incense ash.
"win."
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By Jianchi Lake.
The sword energy turned into a breeze, blowing continuously, raising ripple-like waves on the lake surface.
Zhao Huangting frowned, because the anxiety of An Le's disappearance began to dissipate little by little. He also guessed what An Le would encounter under the Jianchi Lake.
With the old sword master here, Anle shouldn't have died so suddenly. There is only one explanation, and that is that he was obscured by the extraordinary vision of Qingshan Kaifeng.
In short, it must be related to the opening of Qingshan, otherwise the bottom of the lake would not be so quiet at this moment.
The old sword master will never sit idly by and ignore this.
"Anle should not be dead. Judging from the fact that he rang the sword bell thirty-six times, once he dies, the sword bell will not be so peaceful." Su Muzhe also understood the situation at this moment and said.
As the palace owner of Jianchi Palace, she is quite aware of Jianzhong's attitude towards those who are destined to be together.
"Yes, I have the same idea."
Wang Yansheng nodded.
However, even though they said this, they were all very curious in their hearts as to what happened to Anle at the bottom of Jianchi Lake.
How could even the breath disappear, like...
It's like disappearing between this world!
Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes, and a slight blush appeared on his old face.
Could it be that Anle unearthed a secret that Qingshan had never discovered for him...
Perhaps Anle's exploration of Qingshan has surpassed him!
This made Zhao Huangting suddenly feel a little emotional.
Sure enough, something like talent... is just heart-breaking.
The gap between people is sometimes so great that it is beyond imagination.
Zhao Huangting shook his head, knowing clearly in his heart that Anle was not death, and even when he unearthed a greater opportunity in Qingshan, his interest waned for a moment.
He had long known that Anle would dig deeper into Qingshan than he did.
However, when this day really came, he still felt as depressed as an abandoned little daughter-in-law.
He has been with Qingshan day and night for five hundred years!
I only hear new people laughing, but don’t see old people crying.
Very sad.
Zhao Huangting's body was surrounded by sword light, soaring into the sky and no longer lingering by the lake.
"I'm going to Dali Country to meet my old friends."
Zhao Huangting said.
The words were regarded as indicating Su Muzhe's whereabouts.
Then it turned into a sword light and swept away into the distance.
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Anle felt like he was dead, floating up and down, as if he was reborn again.
There was light gradually in front of his eyes, causing him to open his eyes involuntarily.
The air seems to be filled with freshness and sweetness.
He opened his eyes happily and stood up suddenly. He touched his face and felt the real skin.
"not dead?"
Anle frowned and looked at his waist. Both Mochi and Dingfengbo had disappeared. He was still wearing the torn green shirt.
"For Qingshan, I remember my flesh and blood being minced, my bones chopped into powder... and now I am resurrecting here?"
"So, the pain I suffered was just to be able to enter this place?"
"Within Qingshan?"
Anle raised his head and saw a green mountain rising from the ground in the distance, stretching as far as the eye could see, towering into the clouds.
If he remembers this scene correctly, he has seen it too many times through visualization.
But this time, it’s not just visualization.
He's really here.
It was like a strange time and space transmission... Flesh was shredded, bones were chopped into powder by sword energy, more like the pain caused by the distortion of time and space.
"Time and space... Is there another world inside Qingshan?"
Anle felt a little absurd.
But at this moment he had to suppress this absurd emotion in his heart, Qingshan was still the familiar Qingshan.
Perhaps, to open the sword for Qingshan, he had to step into Qingshan himself?
Without too much thought, Anle took a deep breath and began to walk forward, walking towards Qingshan in the distance.
Boom!!!
As soon as he took a step, Anle felt the extremely surging sword energy bursting out from his body, and this sword energy came without reason.
However, Anle's eyes shrank, and he recognized these sword energies. They were the sword energy that shredded his body from the three first-grade swords of Chengying, Longyuan and Yan Guichao!
Buzz buzz buzz...
As the sword energy intertwined, it actually formed a mimic shape of three swords around him!
It was as if three swords had crossed time and space and appeared here.
Anle could easily control the three sword energies with a thought.
There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. The first-grade swords are all spiritual. Since the three swords appeared here, it must mean that the sharpening of Qingshan is still going on.
"Go to Qingshan, cut through the fog and climb Qingshan?"
Anle murmured.
Perhaps, sharpening Qingshan means cutting through the fog and seeing the true face.
His pace became faster and faster, and Anle felt that he seemed to be getting closer and closer to the mountain covered by fog.
Suddenly.
At the highest point of the unreachable Qingshan, there seemed to be a figure sitting, overlooking him. Just a look made Anle feel a great sense of oppression.
The figure took a step and landed at the foot of Qingshan in an instant, and looked at Anle with a level gaze through the layers of fog.
A powerful pressure, as if the entire sky was pressing down, suddenly fell!
The mist surged and turned into a sword, hanging above Anle's head.
Anle stared at the sword, and then looked at the figure in the mist at the foot of Qingshan Mountain.
Without hesitation, Anle took a step forward.
With one step forward, the sword in the air pressed down a little.
Boom!!!
The terrifying pressure, as if the gravity of the earth suddenly increased, fell on Anle, almost forcing Anle to kneel down!
Buzz buzz buzz...
The sword energy of Chengying, Longyuan and Yan Guichao had a tendency to sweep out, trying to reduce this pressure.
Anle frowned, gritted his teeth and held on, without using sword energy.
He walked forward step by step, the pressure was getting greater and greater, like a supreme being sitting on the throne, staring at him coldly, just a look, and the sword energy was slashed down.
The big sword formed by the mist slowly slashed down.
Everything around was collapsing, and everything was chopped into pieces by the sword energy!
Anle, who didn't know how many steps he had taken, was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and felt that everything in the world was humming and disappearing.
Just when his consciousness was about to be completely annihilated, Yan Guichao's loud sword chant suddenly woke him up.
But he saw the sword shadow transformed by Yan Guichao's sword energy whistling out and slamming into the slashed mist giant sword!
Countless sword energies intertwined and supported the mist giant sword.
So that the mist giant sword could not fall for the time being.
But it was visible to the naked eye that the sword energy of Yan Guichao and the sword energy of the mist giant sword were constantly melting.
Anle took a deep breath, took this opportunity, and moved forward quickly under the pressure.
Bang!
With a wail, Yan Guichao's sword energy dissipated.
The giant sword began to fall again, and the terrifying pressure came again, which was a very difficult test for Anle's will.
The pressure from the falling giant sword was not only to kneel his body, but also to make his soul and spirit surrender!
It was like a high immortal, overlooking the ants and mortals in the world!
Anle knew that he couldn't kneel. Once he knelt... it would not only mean the failure of Qingshan Kaifeng, but also mean... he would become a puppet of the virtual shadow in the mountain!
Gritting his teeth, Anle's body was full of blue veins, and the ancient scriptures appeared again, clinging to his body and interweaving on his body.
The Chengying Sword whistled softly, and countless sword energy grew in an instant, densely rushing towards the fallen giant sword!
Like Yan Guichao, he held up the giant sword.
Anle took this opportunity to move forward, step by step, and the ground cracked.
However, the sword energy of Chengying Sword did not last too long, and finally disappeared bit by bit.
Anle did not stop, and the giant sword fell again.
The last sword shadow, Qixing Longyuan let out a dragon roar, and the sword energy gushed out, as if countless dragon shadow sword energy hit the giant sword.
The sword energy of the three swords hit the immortal sword that seemed to fall from the sky.
It was like a collision between a mortal sword and an immortal sword!
In the exploding sword energy fireworks, Anle's ancient scriptures crawled and climbed, and he moved forward step by step. He could not give up the conditions created by the three first-grade swords!
The figure behind Qingshan seemed to be cold.
Although the giant sword was much more blurred by the sword energy of the three swords, it still chopped down fiercely with pressure.
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No more Yan Guichao, no more Chengying, no more Longyuan...
No more peace and happiness protected by three first-grade swords.
Like a prisoner waiting to be chopped off with a guillotine.
Anle felt as if his feet were stuck in a quagmire, and the pressure was so heavy that he was forced to kneel down completely.
It was like the scene where Luo Qingchen was in the carriage, overlooking him who had just started practicing, and the pressure that came down on him made him kneel down.
The figure behind the mist was just like Luo Qingchen in the carriage.
It's like the superiors are dismissive and quarrelsome with the inferiors.
It seems that the submission of subordinates to them is a natural rule.
An Le's spine bones were making a friction sound, and he straightened his back like a proud bamboo soaring into the sky.
Looking at the severed sword.
Anle raised her head and raised the corners of her mouth with a hint of disdain.
If Qingshan wants him to surrender, then it’s okay not to hold on to Qingshan like this.
But he still wants to tear open the fog that covers the green mountains, just to prove that he can do it An Le.
No matter who the figure behind the green mountain is.
So what if it's a high-level immortal?
He is happy and fearless!
Climb the green mountain with only tenacity and pride!
The Dao Fruit [Fearless Heart] seems to be trembling violently at this moment!
The [Heroic Yin] Tao Fruit that had been squeezed out was also trembling.
Raise your hands!
Anle put his finger on the center of his eyebrows, which suddenly cracked. The sword furnace rose up with a clang, and the soul jumped out, picked up the Heart Sword embryo, and smashed towards the fallen fog sword!
Without the three first-grade swords, Anle still had his own heart sword!
The Heart Sword reflects a peaceful state of mind. At this moment, the pride of the Heart Sword, which would rather break than bend, makes the Heart Sword embryo, which was already on the verge of transformation, seem to have withstood the last heavy hammer!
A transformation occurred in an instant.
Colorful lights bloom!
The sword of the heart is forged and collides with that giant sword!
An Le didn't care at all between the cracks.
Anle's body was covered with golden light, and he took a heavy step down, crashing into the thick mist at the foot of Qingshan Mountain.
He raised his hands, inserted into the mist fiercely, and pushed it to both sides!
Boom!
The fog that covered the entire green mountain was suddenly torn open!
Anle saw the figure sitting at the foot of the Qingshan Mountain. It was a figure filled with white fairy aura, and the lofty eyes were projected down from the eyes of the figure.
Seeing that figure, Anle understood the identity of the other party.
Fairy!
A real fairy!
Inside the green mountain, there is an immortal sitting upright!
The immortal looked at Anle indifferently, but saw the immortal stand up slowly.
Countless splendid rays of light filled the air, fairy birds were flying, fairy music was playing, and flying cranes were singing in unison...
Among the various visions.
The immortal walked towards Anle step by step.
The immortal raised his hand as if to caress his head.
There was a trace of confusion in Anle's eyes, as if he could not help but kneel down and let the immortal caress his head, knot his hair and grant him immortality.
Although the immortal's eyes were arrogant, there was also a bit of excitement and madness about to break out of the prison.
but.
Just when the immortal's hand was about to fall on An Le's head.
Anle's eyes suddenly became clear and even disdainful.
Knock lightly with your fingers.
The sword energy of all things in the world is close!
Future Sword Qi!
The invisible sword energy suddenly appeared, and An Le collected the third ray of sword energy from the cliff, the future sword energy, which belonged to the holy master.
At this moment, the formless thing appeared, taking on the shape of a long sword in Anle's hand.
The sword rises and cuts down on the immortal!
What about immortals?
You want to corrupt his will, you want to make him surrender, you want to take away his body.
Such a fairy...
Why should Bu Zhan stay? !
The sword instantly cut through the immortal's head!
The immortal's face showed unwillingness, anger, and despair...
Finally, it disappeared!
In an instant, the entire green mountain was shaking, and the fog that was lifted by An Le also dissipated little by little.
It was like gently wiping away a drop of dirty immortal blood stained on the Qingshan Sword.
The sky and the earth shook, and the clouds opened and the fog dispersed.
On the lush green mountains, the soft sword energy is like the breeze blowing by birds.
Blowing the happiness standing at the foot of the mountain, the clothes are light.
All the stress has disappeared.
Anle lowered his head and looked at his waist. A bamboo sword was hanging on it unknowingly.
However, this is not what makes Anle pay attention.
What Anle noticed was that at the foot of the mountain, there was an emperor's stone figurine in mysterious clothes standing quietly with his hands behind his back, a smile on his lips, and countless immortal bones under his feet, patrolling his vast world.
Even if thousands of years have passed.
The green mountains remain the same, and the sword energy lasts forever.
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