Chapter 134: The Third Test of the Saint Master, When the Sword Intention From Ten Thousand Years Awakens
The clouds and mists float out of the gate.
The sixth mountain of the Holy Mountain.
Rain and clouds are lingering, and there is silence in the pavilion halfway up the mountain.
The breeze is gentle, and the peach trees in the forest are scattering petals of peach blossoms, which fall on the bluestones on the ground.
Fairy Yunrou looked at her side in astonishment. There... was originally the place where the sixth mountain master stood, and there should have been a serious man in green standing there.
She and the mountain master were still chatting.
But suddenly, the sword energy twisted, and an ink-colored sword was handed out from the space.
The sixth mountain master disappeared, and was replaced by an ink-colored sword.
The mountain master turned into a sword?
No, the mountain master replaced the sword.
This is the art of moving the sword.
Yunrou naturally recognized this sword, which was Anle's sword. She didn't know what Anle had encountered at this moment. She only knew that Anle went north with the old uncle Zhao Huangting.
However, being able to provoke the Sixth Mountain Master to use the sword to locate and break through the air and leave, it must have been a big trouble.
Yun Rou smiled, squatted down, and grabbed the Mochi sword in her hand.
Leaning on the sword, looking at the foot of the mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, a touch of confidence could not help but appear on her beautiful face.
As long as the Sixth Mountain Master goes, the problem... should be solved soon.
As a mountain keeper, this is the greatest trust in the mountain master.
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The heavy snow fluttered, as if cut in the middle by an invisible silk thread. Snow still fell on the top, but there was no white floating below, dividing the world into two rare scenes.
In front of Yuanmeng Dadu, there was silence.
Anle pinched Qingshan. The ancient stone figurine in Qingshan whispered softly when Zhao Huangting performed the three swords of Jueyan to exchange for a great worldly love. The sword meaning golden elixir absorbed by the sea of qi from climbing Qingshan had already stretched out, like a sword slowly unsheathed.
This is Anle's biggest trump card, and it is also the confidence of Qingshan to come and rescue Zhao Huangting and return home.
After all, Zhao Huangting has held the sword in Qingshan for five hundred years. Even if Zhao Huangting has not been able to sharpen the sword for Qingshan, he still has an inseparable fate with Qingshan.
Therefore, there will be a faint whisper in Qingshan.
It is the stone statue of the emperor standing on the stone path that affirms this great success.
Perhaps it was Zhao Huangting's last sword, and his temperament of seeking a great and refreshing temperament, which caused the stone statue that had been silent for thousands of years to express admiration and resonance.
Or it may be that Qingshan itself was slightly trembling at the death of Zhao Huangting, the former sword holder, and brought it the feeling.
Therefore, Anle actually has the confidence, which is the confidence brought to him by Qingshan.
Moreover, the sword holder should have the confidence to move forward and fearless of the hardships in front of him. When the sword is handed out, there may be a miracle.
However, what surprised Anle was that Mo Chi was unsheathed from the sword box and instantly changed his shape, like a singular point, and realized a position change with the Sixth Mountain Master standing in the Sixth Mountain Pavilion.
The Sixth Mountain Master crossed his arms, carrying the pine wood sword box on his back, and his green clothes fluttered.
He was extremely cold and handsome.
If there was a background piano sound at this moment, it would be the high-pitched tune of the national player plucking the strings quickly.
The sword box opened a gap, and a sword jumped out with a bang, floating in front of the Sixth Mountain Master who was crossing his chest. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and collided with the palm of the Yuan Meng Emperor.
The sword returned to the green clothes around him and floated quietly.
The Yuan Meng Emperor also withdrew his hand and lowered his eyes.
A solemn killing disappeared invisibly, leaving only the confrontation and waiting of the two strong men.
All the powerful men of the Yuanmeng Empire were suspended in the air, and they did not act rashly. After all, the Yuanmeng Emperor had already acted, and they felt that the matter was almost certain.
However, when this man in green suddenly appeared, everyone's eyes were fixed.
This man appeared almost without any reason, and exchanged positions with the black sword that jumped out of the Anle sword box.
Achieved a leap of thousands of miles.
Such swordsmanship is amazing!
In such a big world, there is only one person who can possess such swordsmanship.
The master of the sixth mountain of the Holy Mountain.
The Holy Mountain... Even if the Yuanmeng Empire is now in unparalleled momentum and spans the world, it dare not underestimate it.
"Ten Thousand Miles Sword Movement Technique, Sixth Mountain Master, how are you?"
The burly body of the Yuanmeng Emperor was suspended in the air, looking at the man in green in front of him calmly.
Even the Yuanmeng Emperor had never thought that this man in front of him would not hesitate to perform the world-stunning sword movement technique for this fifth-level young man.
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"Nothing is wrong."
The Sixth Mountain Master raised his chin and looked at the Yuan Meng Emperor, saying calmly.
He spoke very little and seemed very cold, but this was the Sixth Mountain Master's style as always.
"Are you here to represent yourself, or... to represent the attitude of the Holy Mountain?"
The Yuan Meng Emperor landed and stepped on the ground, stepping on the frost and snow.
He looked directly at the Sixth Mountain Master with interest.
"Your Red Dust Sword has not yet been fully developed, you are not my opponent."
The Yuan Meng Emperor said calmly.
The status of the Holy Mountain Master is indeed not bad. As disciples of the Holy Master, they have qualifications and identities that make people fear, but it does not mean that the Holy Mountain Master is invincible.
The Holy Mountain Master also needs to practice, and the purpose is also to impact the Ten Realms.
The reason why the Mountain Master is noble is because of the Holy Master, and with the guidance of the Holy Master, they can break through the Ten Realms more easily.
The Sixth Mountain Master did not answer the words of the Yuan Meng Emperor. He turned his head and looked at An Le who was carrying Zhao Huang Ting on his back.
An Le looked at the Sixth Mountain Master, holding Qing Shan, and bowed.
The Sixth Mountain Master had a cold face, and the corners of his lips gradually showed an arc: "Zhao Huang Ting and I are good friends. I will not see his withered bones fall to the north. If you don't turn around to save him, I will also move my sword to come."
"There are three tests in the dialogue with the Saint Master. The third test is different for everyone, and I have made a bet with the First Mountain Master."
"The choice of giving up or not giving up is your third test."
"Now it seems that I won the bet, which means that you have completed the third test."
The Sixth Mountain Master said.
An Le was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and his expression became complicated.
The Sixth Mountain Master raised the corners of his lips coldly: "Say one last sentence."
"I'm watching you."
After the words fell, without waiting for An Le to react, the Sixth Mountain Master turned around and looked at the Yuan Meng Emperor.
The Sixth Mountain Master still had his hands folded across his chest, but his face was much more serious, so he said briefly: "I will take them away."
The Yuan Meng Emperor stepped on the ground with his burly body, and his gorgeous clothes rustled in the wind and waves. His aura became stronger and stronger, and his blood and qi were like huge waves on the sea: "Reason."
The Sixth Mountain Master folded his hands across his chest, and the sword box opened another inch, and there were faint sword lights interweaving in the box.
"No reason is needed."
The Yuan Meng Emperor laughed.
"The people of the Holy Mountain are really domineering."
"However, the opening of the Seventh Mountain is imminent, and I don't want to make things difficult for the people of the Holy Mountain. After all, the geniuses of the Yuan Meng Empire will also be qualified to participate in the competition for the master of the Seventh Mountain. I can give this little face."
The Sixth Mountain Master's hair was flying. After listening to the words of the Yuan Meng Emperor, the sword box opened another inch, and one after another sword light flew out, and in an instant, it was suspended densely above the head of the Sixth Mountain Master.
Bronze sword, silver sword, red sword, broken sword...
Various swords, with various emotions.
It seemed that what appeared at this moment were not swords, but figures in the mortal world.
"Zhao Huangting challenged me, burned Nirvana, broke my physical defense with a sword, and made me bleed. This spirit is very good."
"I admire him, he can leave."
"The swordsman of the Nine Realms blocked my punch with a sword formation composed of eighteen swords and survived, so he can leave."
The Yuan Meng Emperor put his hands behind his back, and his burly body was filled with terrifying power.
His eyes fell on Anle.
"This kid can't do it."
The Sixth Mountain Lord said coldly: "Just talk nonsense."
He used the sword moving technique to cross over. He just said that he was optimistic about Anle, so it was impossible for him to give up Anle and leave. He regarded giving up and not giving up as a test for Anle. If he gave up Anle, would he still have the face of the Sixth Mountain Lord?
This Yuan Meng Emperor talked for a long time, and wanted to keep Anle, which was naturally nonsense to him.
The Sixth Mountain Master felt that he was a little stupid for listening so seriously for such a long time.
The Yuan Meng Emperor smiled again with his hands behind his back: "Of course, I can give the Saint Master a face, and this boy can leave, but... his bamboo sword must be left behind."
After the words fell, this was the final result given by the Yuan Meng Emperor.
The man can leave, but the sword must stay.
However, for a swordsman, if the sword is left, abandoning the sword and living in disgrace, the sword holder will lose the sharp meaning of the swordsman's unstoppable spirit.
"For a swordsman, the sword is there as long as the man is there."
The Sixth Mountain Master raised his hand and knocked lightly.
In an instant, three thousand sword lights hung solemnly, ding-dong, and the sword tips pointed far away.
"Then let's have a fight."
The three thousand swords were hidden, shining at this moment.
The Yuan Meng Emperor faced this peerless method that seemed like a sword fairy descending to the earth, but he was not moved at all.
The Sixth Mountain Master had not yet broken through the Ten Realms, so there was actually no threat to him. At this moment, the Sixth Mountain Master was much worse than Zhao Huangting, who had burned through Nirvana. The Yuan Meng Emperor didn't even want to fight him.
After all, the Sixth Mountain Master was a disciple of the Saint Master, and it was boring to not be able to kill him.
He raised his hand and made a light move.
In an instant, all the Nine Realms strongmen of the Yuan Meng Empire behind him understood.
They released their auras and turned into blood-colored light pillars, crashing into the Sixth Mountain Master.
"I don't want to fight with the people of the Holy Mountain for the time being. When I really want to fight, I will step on the Holy Mountain one by one, suppress you, and finally challenge the Saint Master."
"Before that, the people of the Holy Mountain, I have no intention of fighting."
The Yuan Meng Emperor said indifferently.
Boom!
The Sixth Mountain Master frowned, and the sword formation pressed down, colliding with the blood and qi light pillars transformed by several Nine Realms.
The air wave was released instantly, and three thousand sword lights intertwined to form a dreamlike ink painting, which seemed to present a long street with shadowy figures.
The worldly atmosphere is all in the sword.
Just one person.
Several nine realms were suppressed by the sword of the sixth mountain master.
However, the strong men of the Yuanmeng Empire are not weak. Those who can enter the nine realms are all outstanding in cultivation, and each has powerful means!
The blood of several people surged, and the nine realms of body forging cultivation were exerted to the extreme. It seemed that there were towering mountains behind them, resisting the red dust sword map of the sixth mountain master.
The sixth mountain master was dragged abruptly.
However, there was no panic on the cold face of the sixth mountain master.
He made a bet with the first mountain master. Now that he won the bet, the first mountain master will naturally come.
After fighting with several Yuanmeng Empire warriors for several moves.
The Sixth Mountain Lord frowned slightly.
Just because, there is no white crane in the world.
The First Mountain Lord.
Never came.
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Anle looked at the Sixth Mountain Lord who was fighting with the Yuanmeng Empire warriors, and a soft look appeared in his eyes.
As for the third test of the dialogue with the Saint Master mentioned by the Sixth Mountain Lord, Anle did not think much about it.
He did not know that this was a test. Even if it was not a test, he would not turn around and leave the old man lying dead in front of the North Land City.
His heart was peaceful.
He naturally heard the words of the Yuanmeng Emperor, and knew that if the Sixth Mountain Lord wanted to leave, the Yuanmeng Emperor would not stop him, and the Sixth Mountain Lord would not be in danger of his life.
That was enough.
Anle really did not expect that the Sixth Mountain Lord came to save him. He never thought that the Mo Chi sword actually contained such a function in it, which could allow the Sixth Mountain Lord to rush to the scene with the sword moving technique.
It was because he didn't expect it that he was moved.
The Sixth Mountain Master was fighting with the strong men of the Yuan Meng Empire.
The Yuan Meng Emperor was walking step by step in the air. The Sixth Mountain Master seemed to be waiting for someone, but... that person never came.
In this case, the Yuan Meng Emperor stopped waiting. The void seemed to be twisted around him. He looked at Anle calmly, with a strange look in his eyes.
Zhao Huangting was carried by Anle, his face was full of helplessness. In fact, from the look of the Yuan Meng Emperor looking at Anle.
Zhao Huangting knew in his heart that even if Anle didn't come back to save him, the Yuan Meng Emperor didn't intend to let Anle leave the North easily.
Something on Anle attracted the attention of the world's number one.
Qingshan sword?
Not just Qingshan.
This was something Zhao Huangting had never expected.
Zhao Huangting looked at Anle who was carrying him. He didn't see any uneasiness on Anle's face, which seemed to eliminate his helplessness a lot.
He knew that Anle might have a trump card that he didn't know about, which made him unwilling to give up and come back to save him.
This trump card could allow Anle to escape unscathed. Otherwise, even if the boy was fearless, he shouldn't have such emotions when facing the Yuan Meng Emperor, the world's number one cultivator. Even if he wasn't afraid, at least... he should have a sense of determination.
But none of these emotions were there.
So, Zhao Huangting still hadn't guessed what Anle's trump card was.
The means of turning heroic spirit into power?
But it had already been used... Zhao Huangting couldn't figure it out.
If he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think about it. He looked at the boy who was firmly carrying him with a gentle gaze. In the last moments of his life, it was Zhao Huangting's luck to meet such a boy.
God treated Zhao Huangting well.
Anle looked at the Yuan Meng Emperor who was walking step by step.
He saw the extremely rich aura of time on the Yuan Meng Emperor, and even... caught a wisp of the wavering purple gold aura of time!
This peerless strong man who has reached the tenth level in both soul and body training actually has purple-gold aura of time on his body, just like the Emperor's stone figurine!
But judging from the density of the aura of time, this purple-gold aura of time is a little lighter.
Compared with the purple-gold aura of time that is almost given for free on the Emperor's stone figurine, Anle tried to capture this purple-gold aura of time, but he couldn't shake it at all.
He knew that with his current strength, it was absolutely impossible to extract this purple-gold aura of time.
However, Anle's mind moved, and after giving up the purple-gold aura of time, he struggled to extract a wisp of golden aura of time from the Yuan Meng Emperor who was coming step by step.
This made Anle's eyes light up slightly.
The golden aura of time moved lightly around his fingers and finally entered Anle's body.
Anle looked at the Yuan Meng Emperor, not afraid, but... a happy smile of getting wool hung on the corner of his mouth.
The smile made the Yuan Meng Emperor and Zhao Huangting stunned.
The next moment, the Yuan Meng Emperor frowned, and his expression became more solemn than ever before.
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A proudly towering mountain lies in the dark space.
The breeze blows slowly, and mist lingers above the green mountain. The ancient green bamboos that have grown for thousands of years, the bamboo leaves fall on the stone path, some withered, some yellow, and some still green.
On the tenth stone path of the mountain.
A burly stone statue of the emperor stands, facing the outside of the mountain, looking at the world.
Anle's mind interweaves and condenses, from vague to gradually clear, standing on the tenth step.
Looking at this stone statue of the emperor, Anle's face showed a touch of respect.
"Burning up Nirvana, only seeking a romantic pleasure, he is worthy of holding the sword in Qingshan for five hundred years."
"He lives up to Qingshan, and Qingshan lives up to him."
"Good."
There are soft but majestic words echoing in the stone figurine.
It lingers on the quiet mountain road.
Anle had heard these words before, and it was these words that gave him the greatest confidence to draw his sword and turn around to save Zhao Huangting.
The Yuan Meng Emperor is indeed very strong...
But Anle feels that the emperor who lived ten thousand years ago...is even stronger.
Even if he has been silent for ten thousand years, even if he has been forgotten by the years in reality.
But it will still be Anle's confidence.
The stone figurine still stands on the stone steps, without any movement or posture, without Anle's movement, unable to move at all.
But there is a voice, floating gently.
"Climb the ten steps of Qingshan, kill ten immortals, gather ten strands of sword intent..."
"Although people are dead, the sword will not die."
"The wind rises."
An Le listened to this ethereal voice, slowly stretched out his hand, pressed his palm on the chest of the Emperor Stone Statue, and gradually closed his eyes.
His mind sank into the Dantian.
Above the Dantian Qi Sea where the innate spiritual energy intertwined, there was a rice-sized golden elixir suspended.
This golden elixir was the sword-will golden elixir. An Le carried the Emperor Stone Statue on the stone path. When the Emperor Stone Statue killed an immortal, it gathered a wisp of sword will. Ten wisps of sword will gathered into a rice-sized golden elixir, which was nourished in the Dantian Qi Sea.
Looking at this sword-will golden elixir, An Le's mind power knocked without hesitation.
The sword-will golden elixir slowly stretched out, like a person who had just woken up and stretched.
This wisp of sword will that had been sleeping for thousands of years... awakened at this moment.
The picture seemed to be stuck in stagnation at this moment.
An Le's palm pressed on the chest of the stone statue.
The stone statue watched the world.
Time stands still.
Suddenly, the clouds above the mountains were torn apart, and the golden sword intent turned into rain, which fell from the sky. The bean-sized raindrops hit the stone path, the ground, the withered bamboo leaves, and the stone figurines that stood for thousands of years.
The spring mud is as smooth as a mirror after the rain, and the morning trees are as light as pictures with clouds.
The golden rain of sword intent is like the magnificent vitality brought by spring rain.
Beside the green mountain road, spring bamboo shoots grow stubbornly.
The raindrops hit the stone figurines, soaking them, as if washing away the dust accumulated over thousands of years, making the color of the stone figurines gradually become vivid, lifelike, as if alive.
Anle slowly opened his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his lips.
"Senior, come out and see... the mountains and rivers here."
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