Chapter 135 How Can the Middle Earth Be without Heroic Spirit? How Can the Alien Race Call Themselves Emperors?

No one knows what realm is after the tenth realm.

Even the Yuan Meng Emperor, who was the best in the world at that time, only stepped into the tenth realm and did not break through the tenth realm.

Therefore, for the world, this is an unsolved mystery. Perhaps... the saint master who overlooks the heaven and the earth on the holy mountain has truly stepped into the eleventh realm.

That realm is unimaginable in the world.

However, if we go back in time and count back carefully, is there a peerless figure who has entered the eleventh realm?

Perhaps there is, in that chaotic era of a hundred schools of thought, and the eternal emperor who personally created the Academy of Literature and the Temple of Martial Arts, ended the chaotic world, unified the four seas, and unified the world, perhaps... also broke through the tenth realm and stepped into the eleventh realm.

However, such an existence did not live forever.

According to the records in the classics, this eternal emperor unified the world, made the demon clan Kunpeng Mountain, and the four seas dragon clan all bowed their heads, and created an emperor of eternal prosperity, but he became an unparalleled tyrant.

Finally, the immortals behind the gate of heaven came to the world to punish and kill him.

How did the battle go? How did the emperor who was recorded in the past die? So far, there has been no accurate judgment.

It was as if an invisible hand covered the sky and covered the years of ten thousand years ago with smoke and dust, making it impossible to see the real details.

Was the emperor a tyrant?

Did the immortals really kill the emperor to eliminate harm from the world?

Everything became unknown, like a broken history, forever becoming the years of endless expectations and reverie for the younger generation.

Emperor Yuan Meng stared at the young man in front of him, stubborn and full of pride, carrying the dying Zhao Huangting, with a firm gaze, staring at him, the world's number one practitioner, without any fear or despair in his eyes.

And Emperor Yuan Meng did feel an unusual power, slowly recovering, a power that made him feel excited and expected.

A crack appeared between his eyebrows, and his soul was looming in it. It seemed that there was a majestic fire of Nirvana moving in his Niwan Palace and being trapped in it.

His Yuanshen was ridiculously strong, surpassing the Nine Realms, crossing the Immortal Platform, and truly achieving Nirvana.

Unlike Zhao Huangting, who could not control the fire of Nirvana, his cultivation could only be burned by the fire of Nirvana, and finally withered with regret.

He controlled Nirvana, and his blood and qi in his flesh were like the vast ocean, a real land fairyland. The release of a little qi was enough to break the vast ocean and destroy the huge waves!

He released his qi without concealment, and it was really like a rising sun, bright to the extreme, dazzling to the extreme, and terrifying to the extreme.

A generation of Tianjiao, standing on the top of the world for 500 years, no one can shake his edge.

Among the Jianghu forces, no one can challenge his position.

Two Daomen Sanfo Temple, one picking stars and one hell, all are difficult to shake.

This naturally proves the power and outrageousness of Emperor Yuan Meng.

Today, the silent blood of Emperor Yuan Meng seemed to be moving at this moment.

The energy between heaven and earth condensed into substance. Emperor Yuan Meng stepped on the ground and stared at the young man in white clothes who was suddenly blown up by the wind.

The wind in heaven and earth was strong!

Flying sand and rocks, rocks in the air, and waves crashing on the shore!

In An Le's body, there seemed to be a sword intent that suddenly exploded like a fluctuating string.

Between the plucking and the plucking, the air spread like ripples!

An Le closed his eyes, carried Zhao Huangting on his back, lifted Qingshan, put Qingshan in front of him, stepped forward with his toes on the ground, and swung in an arc.

Then he suddenly pushed Qingshan out.

A ray of golden sword intent lingered around Qingshan, causing the tattered bamboo sword to slowly fly towards Emperor Yuan Meng.

The Yuan Meng Emperor's energy was like the ocean, and he raised his hand in a battle-ready state, and threw a punch at the broken bamboo sword that was flying towards him.

The fist and the sword collided fiercely!

The tip of the sword touched the bronze fist.

Instantly, a thin layer of ripples spread out in the center of the collision, like the surface of a lake. The ripples were like a breeze, and there was no huge momentum wherever they passed.

However, when the ripples on the lake surface spread, many strong men retreated, either pressing down their bodies or jumping up to avoid them.

Thousands of feet away, some unknown birds were swept by the ripples, and in an instant, they were like being struck by lightning. Only a few bird feathers were still floating, and their bodies had already exploded into blood mist.

On the wall of Yuanmeng Dadu, the city defense formation was automatically opened to block the fluctuations. Indistinctly, a concave mark was left on the formation.

Above the sky, the sixth mountain master frowned. After the three thousand swords suppressed many strong men of the Yuanmeng Empire, he folded his hands on his chest and looked at the bamboo sword that collided with the Yuanmeng Emperor below.

In his eyes, a hint of doubt gradually emerged, and after the doubt... it was shock!

This sword... was evenly matched with the Yuan Meng Emperor!

That was the Yuan Meng Emperor, the best in the world in the Double Ten Realm!

Why did Anle deliver such a sword? !

The Sixth Mountain Master felt that something was wrong. Was this the reason Anle had been so confident?

Anle really had a trump card that he had never thought of.

Suddenly, the Sixth Mountain Master thought of the word that appeared on the fortune-telling of the First Mountain when he stepped on it.

"Win."

Could it be...

Boom!

Zhao Huangting, who was carried by Anle, suddenly felt an invisible wave of air hitting his body. His body was suddenly blown away and landed on the ground in the distance.

Anle's white clothes fluttered, and his closed eyes slowly opened.

Deep in the child's hole...

What flows is gold!

The surging golden sword intent!

The strong wind from heaven and earth rose out of thin air, and the white clothes were hunting. The swallow in the sword box returned to its nest at this moment, and made a brilliant sword chant.

However, Anle's hair was flying and she did not use the swallow to return to the nest.

He just opened his golden eyes and looked at Emperor Yuan Meng who was blocking the bamboo sword Qingshan.

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"Senior, come out and see... the mountains and rivers here."

In the green mountains, next to the emperor's stone figurines.

Anle pressed her palm on the stone figurine's heart and spoke softly.

The falling golden sword raindrops made the stone figurines seem to revive, and the corners of the lips looking into the distance seemed to be slightly raised at this moment.

"good."

Between heaven and earth, there were extremely majestic words echoing.

After responding, a fragment the size of a fingernail cracked on the cheek of the emperor's stone figurine. The fragments cracked into dust and turned into sand between the fingers, flying in the wind.

"The sword intention only has ten strands, and it cannot even sustain a complete sword move alone. However, you can just take a look and experience the purity of the sword."

"What Gu Zeng admired was fellow practitioners who practiced physical training and spiritual refining. He integrated the world's methods and studied a book of scriptures. You have obtained a little of the first volume of the scriptures. What is recorded in Qingshan is only the first volume. As for the second volume, you need You go and find it.”

"It shouldn't be hard to find."

The majestic voice resounded in Anle's mind, lingering endlessly like drums at dusk and bells in the morning.

Anle could clearly feel that the rice-sized sword intent elixir condensed in his dantian began to evaporate bit by bit.

"The sword, raised horizontally, is 'one'."

"One who is indomitable to move forward."

"A blockbuster one."

"One who rules the world."

"When you see this 'one', you can be unparalleled and destroy everything."

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The bottom of Jianchi Lake.

The water flowed and the sword energy rose.

The old sword master opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with admiration and admiration. The awakening of the sword intention from thousands of years ago represented the ultimate in swordsmanship in the world.

This means that his move to suppress An Le with Jianchi Lake was not wrong.

"The peerless emperor from ten thousand years ago, and the peerless Emperor Yuanmeng today... are interesting."

The old sword master smiled.

"This world will begin to change, and the glory of Middle-earth will return again."

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Zhenwu Temple on Qingcheng Mountain.

The ancient and majestic Taoist mountain gate buildings are lined up in rows and rows, standing deep in the mountains. It seems that there are birds and fairy spirits coming down from the sky and spreading in the mountains.

In the ancient palace.

An old figure sitting on the futon slowly opened his eyes.

Sweeping the dust away, his eyes were filled with complex expressions.

"This one is actually able to recover..."

"However, it has not fully recovered yet. The world-famous An family is the key to recovery... He has great luck, and if Taozi can replace him, Zhenwu Temple will surely reach a higher level."

The old master of Zhenwu Temple slowly closed his eyes.

The immortals high in the sky do not want to see this resurrection.

The will of Zhenwu Guan... is to contain this person's recovery.

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Tianshi Mansion on Yunjin Mountain.

The old Heavenly Master, with gray hair, looked at the purple golden lotus that filled the pond.

What he held in his hand was an edict from the Emperor of the Zhao family. He wanted to make the Tianshi Mansion the state religion of Zhao. As long as the Tianshi Mansion presented a 500-year-old Purple Qi Golden Lotus.

However, the old Heavenly Master looked at the "one" sword energy that cut through the sky.

A smile suddenly appeared on the old face full of grooves.

The edict in his hand was burned into nothingness.

This pool full of purple golden lotus...

Maybe there is a better candidate.

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Kunpeng Mountain.

"The wind is blowing!"

"The king is recovering!"

"Whoever prevents the king from resurrecting is an enemy of Kunpeng Mountain!"

A low sound, like a cry, resounded among the hundreds of thousands of rivers in Kunpeng Mountain. Countless birds and beasts started up, flapping their wings continuously, making the entire silent mountain range noisy.

On this day, the huge Kunpeng Mountain was filled with beasts and monsters!

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The falling snow between the sky and the earth suddenly became sharp, and each piece of snow was spinning at high speed, carrying the sword energy.

All of this happened after An Le opened his eyes, and the golden sword intent surged, which caused the changes in the celestial phenomena. Just opening his eyes, and just leaking a little sword intent, caused the celestial phenomena to change!

The soft falling snow turned into sharp sword pieces.

Behind the misty dusk clouds, there seemed to be a bright sun about to tear through the darkness.

certainly……

And above the sky, it seems that there are clouds and thunder that are restless and uneasy, intertwining to form a portal that shines with endless brilliance, hanging in the sky above the human world.

Emperor Yuanmeng blocked this sword, a sword that he tried to break five hundred years ago but could not break.

It is made of bamboo, but it is as tough as peerless fine iron, like a mountain compressed into a small sword body.

To break this sword, you would have to break a mountain.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.

Emperor Yuanmeng's courage continued to rise. The sword he resisted was surging with sword intent, but it was difficult for him to retreat even half a step.

He stared at the sword with bright eyes, and he knew the secret in the sword.

It turns out that what is hidden in this sword...is such a secret.

The great wind that happened thousands of years ago, and the sword intention that had been silent for thousands of years, was actually hidden in the sword!

Emperor Yuan Meng became excited, his whole body trembling slightly, it was an uncontrollable excitement, an expectation of being able to fight against an unparalleled figure across the years.

Compared with the time when he fought with Zhao Huangting, he showed even greater respect, and there were bloodstains interweaving between heaven and earth, entwining around him.

This is a mysterious existence, and now, he has the opportunity to compete with such an existence!

"Great!"

Emperor Yuan Meng spoke.

An Le, with his eyes gilded with gold, looked at Emperor Yuan Meng indifferently, the world's number one with an extremely burly body.

With one step, his figure appeared in front of Zhu Jian Qing Shan. This sword, which had been silent for who knows how many years, shone brightly at this moment, and the golden sword intent was entwined on it, turning the sword into a brilliant gold.

He pointed a finger at the hilt.

Emperor Yuan Meng felt the sword intent coming!

Winter!!!

Like a huge rock thrown into a lake, the Yuan Meng Emperor retreated eight hundred feet, and finally crashed into the towering city wall of Yuan Meng Dadu, smashing the interwoven city defense array on the city wall into a dense spider web.

The Yuan Meng Emperor's eyes were as bright as the sun.

"A foreign race dares to enter the Central Plains and claim to be an emperor?"

"Are the mountains and rivers here so sick?"

An Le, with golden eyes, looked at the Yuan Meng Emperor, but only frowned slightly and spoke indifferently.

There was an unspeakable loss in his words.

In the sky.

A trace of melancholy appeared on the cold face of the Sixth Mountain Master.

Zhao Huangting, sitting on the ground, was ashamed.

Wan Jie Liu, a thousand feet away, trembled all over, and his heart was surging.

Many powerful people in the Yuan Meng Empire didn't understand why, but at this moment they could feel a pressure that covered the world, making it difficult for their internal qi to circulate.

The Yuan Meng Emperor, whose back smashed the city defense formation, slowly pulled out his body.

Staring at An Le, whose eyes were gilded with gold, he smiled and said, "This sword is a gift, and I must return the gift."

The Yuan Meng Emperor took a step forward, and his figure instantly left countless running, yet undispersed shadows on the spot, and the ground exploded into pieces of pits and cracks.

The distance of eight hundred feet was shortened in an instant, and the Yuan Meng Emperor threw a simple punch, but this simple punch was the essence of the Yuan Meng Emperor's combat power.

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The blood and qi are in the body, roaring and gushing to the extreme, and the fire of Nirvana uses the body as a furnace. During the burning, the spreading mind power wraps up the blood and qi, and all gathers in one punch.

"How many swords can you use?"

The Yuan Meng Emperor's hair was flying, and he raised his fist, staring at An Le, who was holding the bamboo sword with gilded eyes.

The sword spirit and golden elixir were quickly consumed, and it could not be maintained for too long.

"Only two swords, what a pity." The Yuan Meng Emperor did not get an answer, but he had already seen the truth and sighed with regret.

Then he punched down!

An Le, with gilded eyes, also gently swung a sword.

At this moment, there was only a huge "one" left in the world.

After the splendor, there was silence.

The shadows behind the Yuan Meng Emperor collapsed and disappeared, and his figure remained motionless, but the sleeve that hit the sword had already turned into powder, revealing a thick and strong muscle arm covered with sword marks.

An Le, with gilded eyes, was still white and white, and landed beside Zhao Huangting lightly.

Looking at the Yuan Meng Emperor calmly.

"Can you restore your glory to its peak and let me see your greatness?"

Emperor Yuan Meng shook his numb arms, looked at An Le, and asked.

"How can the Central Plains be without heroic spirit? How can a foreign race call itself an emperor?"

"There is a chance."

A faint voice came from An Le's mouth.

Emperor Yuan Meng stood with his fists folded, his eyes shining like fine iron.

"I'll wait."

Emperor Yuan Meng chuckled, with his hands behind his back, full of endless pride.

He raised his head.

The evening clouds in the sky were torn apart, and the "one" sword that had just appeared in the world made a faint appearance of the gate of heaven above the sky.

One sword opened the gate of heaven.

The sword has not been cut, and the gate of heaven will open for it!

He is indeed a legendary figure.

How did such a person die?

Will he also face such a disaster?

Emperor Yuan Meng was very curious, but now he was so proud that he didn't want to ask. He was looking forward to a battle where this existence would restore to its peak.

If he wins, he will know.

If he loses, knowing is meaningless.

"This boy can leave. I will not pursue it today, but whether he can cross the river depends on fate."

"You take this boy as your successor, and my successor will also compete with this boy in an upright manner. From today on, all the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire will aim to defeat this boy."

"I am still looking forward to that battle, but don't die so soon."

The Yuanmeng Emperor looked at Anle and said.

Winter!

After the words fell, he stepped down, and ripples appeared on the flat ground.

The Yuanmeng Emperor rose up step by step, his hair flying, and he appeared directly in front of the Tianmeng Gate.

His breath was as bright as the sun, looking down at the Tianmeng Gate that was ready to move.

With a grab of five fingers, the dragon veins outside the Yuanmeng capital rolled up from the ground, and then condensed into a dark yellow bow in his hand.

The Yuanmeng Emperor raised his chin, pulled the bow to the full moon, and pointed to the Tianmeng Gate in the distance.

The peerless hero, with the spirit of a tiger swallowing thousands of miles.

He wants to bend his bow and shoot the fairy!

An Le's golden eyes were filled with indifference. He glanced at the Sixth Mountain Master and then slowly raised the bamboo sword in his hand.

The bamboo sword waved.

The whole world seemed to have the sword spirit rising up, enveloping Zhao Huangting, and in an instant swept across the world, across the mountains and rivers of the Middle Earth, and disappeared.

The Yuan Meng Emperor still bent his bow and aimed at the Heavenly Gate. He did not look back at the disappearing An Le.

The Sixth Mountain Master had a blank expression on his face, his hands folded across his chest, and all the three thousand Red Dust Swords were put into the pine sword box.

An Le had left, so why was he still staying here.

The Sixth Mountain Master also flew away on his sword.

The Yuan Meng Emperor also had no intention of staying.

The Wan Jie Liu, a thousand feet away, also rose from the ground, turned around and ran away and disappeared on the earth.

Snow fell from the sky.

The Yuan Meng Emperor bent his bow, but a smile hung on the corner of his lips.

Apart from the Holy Master, there was another thing he expected in this world.

The First Emperor of All Ages... So what?

Today's era is no longer the era of the past!

No one can stop the horn and iron cavalry of Yuan Meng.

The whole world will eventually crawl at the feet of the Yuan Meng emperor!

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The sky was filled with snow.

Many flying snows were suddenly covered by four categories.

When the last ray of sword intent disappeared, the sword light could no longer be crisscrossed.

Anle's white clothes fluttered, and the gold in his eyes had long dissipated. He carried Zhao Huangting on his back and stepped on the ground of the Middle Earth.

The emperor's stone figurine sent him here with the power of the last ray of sword intent.

Anle stretched out his hand and gently wiped off the stone tablet covered with snow in front of him.

Gradually, the ancient words "Lishan" on the tablet appeared.

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