Chapter 140: Cutting Down a 500-Year-Old Tree with a Sword

Blood Guanyin is a Dao fruit obtained by Anle after he absorbed the golden years of Master Suzhu of Ganye Temple.

This is a very special Dao fruit, which has a double blessing for Anle.

One of the blessings is that when in the land of dead souls, one can borrow the soul power and get a blessing for combat power.

The other blessing is to summon Blood Guanyin, and all living beings will be buried. This effect... is a bit like indiscriminate self-destruction.

Anle actually doesn't know how powerful this "all living beings will be buried", but facing the aggressive Nine Realms practitioners Tongdiao Temple, and the greedy and excited Hell Palace practitioners on the evil ghost boats around, Anle can only take out this trump card now.

[Heroic Induction] fell into silence, and the sword intent golden elixir was completely exhausted.

The only thing that can make him cross the border to fight, perhaps, is this Dao fruit [Blood Guanyin] that he has never used since he got it.

So, Anle crushed the Blood Guanyin Dao fruit without hesitation.

Boom! ! !

The huge blood-colored Guanyin statue spread out instantly, like a mountain moving, and smashed fiercely on the Canglang River. The waves it raised were also stained with blood, becoming extremely blood-red.

Almost instantly, twenty boats from the "evil ghosts" of the Xiliang Navy were all engulfed by blood, completely hazy and unable to see their appearance clearly.

Tong Diao Si naturally reacted immediately, and because of the reaction, he was terrified. Only by facing it, he knew the horror of the suddenly appearing blood-colored Guanyin!

This An Le... How could he have such a method? !

Thinking of An Le standing at the bow, even when he approached, he still showed a calm look, that calmness seemed to make Tong Diao Si think of it at this moment, and his heart was slightly cold.

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This means that Anle has always been sure, and even expected his arrival...? !

The spread of blood is irresistible. Even Anle and Zhao Huangting in the boat are shrouded by the blood-colored Bodhisattva, and they appear completely in the body of the blood-colored Bodhisattva.

A blood mist surged on the river bank.

In the boat, Zhao Huangting, who was also shrouded, was stunned. He remembered that Anle said before that he would use Buddha to break the evil ghost cultivators in the hell palace...

Is this Buddha?

The blood-colored Guanyin...that is also Buddha.

Zhao Huangting looked at Anle deeply, and he found that he really couldn't see through Anle. This young man seemed to have a background that he couldn't guess.

Thinking back to when he first met Anle, Anle was just a young man who had just started practicing. Because of his unyielding character, he aroused the impulse to let Anle inherit Qingshan.

Fate, sometimes, comes without any reason.

Maybe it was just a look, a brush, a smile, and they naturally got entangled.

Whether it was the battle that inspired heroic spirit, or the Blood Guanyin that made people feel cold just by releasing it today...

They were all things that Zhao Huangting could not understand from Anle.

The bamboo sword Qingshan was left to Zhao Huangting by Anle. When the Blood Guanyin completely spread, Zhao Huangting felt that Qingshan trembled slightly, and there was a sword energy interweaving and permeating, covering and protecting him.

Although he had entrusted Qingshan to Anle, after all, he had held the sword for five hundred years, and he still had an inseparable fate with him.

When facing a real crisis, Qingshan would still automatically release the sword energy to protect him.

This made Zhao Huangting's face rarely show a smile.

Anle stood on the deck of the boat, and the Blood Guanyin Dao Fruit was crushed by him, calling the mountain-like Blood Guanyin to descend on the Canglang River.

Amid the blood mist, there seemed to be a kind of corrosive and mind-shaking power. Anle seemed to see the blood-stained Guanyin looking at him in front of him, and laughed softly.

This corrosive power did not affect Anle. He was the holder of the Dao Fruit, so he would not be affected.

However, this Dao Fruit can indeed be said to be indiscriminate between friend and foe.

In addition to not affecting Anle, including Zhao Huangting, they will suffer the indiscriminate impact of the Blood Guanyin.

All living beings go to the ground, as the name suggests, they all have to die.

Therefore, Anle deliberately left the bamboo sword Qingshan with Zhao Huangting. With Qingshan's protection, and Zhao Huangting no longer has much cultivation, but still has the will of a ninth-level practitioner, so the influence of the Blood Guanyin on him is not too great.

The river water was calm, as if it was suppressed by the aura of Blood Guanyin because of her appearance, and dared not to make a ripple.

Tong Diao Si stood on the river surface. After experiencing the initial shock, he tapped the river surface with his toes, wanting to retreat and rush out of the strange Blood Guanyin's coverage.

However, his face changed. No matter how he retreated, he seemed unable to break out of the blood mist.

Not only him, but also the ghost cultivator of the eighth realm in the Hell Palace was in the same situation. The two of them kept retreating violently. I don't know how far they have been on the river surface. I feel that the blood and mind in my body have been deprived and absorbed by the great evil at the bottom of the river, and I still haven't broken through the blood mist.

The ghost messenger of the Hell Palace had the ugliest face. As a ghost cultivator of the Hell Palace, he was actually scared away by such a weird method.

"That Anle... didn't you say that you caused the Wenqu list of the Academy of Literature to move and extradited Haoran? How could there be such a weird method?"

"All the evil and ghost cultivators in the world will be sent to hell... but I have never seen such a strange method!"

"Talisman or Yuanshen formation?"

A huge statue of Bodhisattva, could it be a method used by the three Buddhist temples?

If it is Guanyin, it is naturally more closely related to Ganye Temple. It is said that Anle's path of cultivation was led by Linfu Jade Guanyin Hua Jiebing, and Hua Jiebing is the disciple of Master Suzhu of Ganye Temple.

Could it be that Master Suzhu left a trump card for Anle?

But it is not quite right, it is this Guanyin that is not right, the blood-colored Guanyin... is full of weirdness, which is extremely incompatible with the upright heart sword method of Ganye Temple. The extremely strong sense of distortion brought great fear to the ghost.

Suddenly.

Everyone who was enveloped by the blood Guanyin trembled, because in front of them, the blood mist began to distort, and a blood Guanyin appeared again.

Everyone is facing a blood Guanyin!

Tong Diaosi's sense of crisis has spread to the extreme. He keeps releasing the blood and qi in his body, his brows crack, and the immortal platform of Yuanshen appears!

However, seeing that the Blood Guanyin is smiling and crying.

Instantly, Tong Diaosi also has an urge to cry, as if he has empathy with the Blood Guanyin, which makes him react and horrified.

He is a practitioner of the ninth realm, who has opened up the immortal platform, and the Yuanshen sits on it, waiting for the existence of the fire of Nirvana to be ignited!

His mental toughness is absolutely impossible to easily produce empathy, and the appearance of empathy means that he has been affected and eroded!

A fierce look appeared on Tong Diaosi's white and beardless face.

The Yuanshen sitting on the immortal platform opened his appearance and turned into a cat's claw, trying to tear the Blood Guanyin in front of him!

However, as he tore it with one claw, Tong Diaosi was shocked all over, and he felt that his body was about to split, the immortal platform collapsed inch by inch, and his mind began to be constantly extinguished!

The blood mist around him began to dissipate bit by bit.

He saw the practitioners of Hell House kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down their cheeks, smiling and crying, and then they raised their palms or picked up the weapons in their hands and killed themselves.

Some had their heads chopped off, some had their heads blown into pieces by their own palms, and some had their hearts taken out bit by bit...

In just a moment, most of the practitioners of Hell House died, all of them died in their own hands.

When they died, there was even a look of joy in their eyes.

It was as if they had killed Blood Guanyin and were happy about it, but they didn't know that they had only killed themselves.

The ghost messenger of the eighth realm was even more miserable, with green ghost fire burning all over his body. It was the evil creature that the ghost messenger had sacrificed, and at this moment he himself suffered the pain brought by the evil creature.

Tong Guan suddenly understood that at the moment when they empathized with Blood Guanyin, any attack and harm they had on Blood Guanyin would eventually fall on themselves.

Tong Guan attacked with his soul technique, but in the end, he hurt his mind, causing the immortal platform to collapse inch by inch, and his state was sluggish.

However, Tong Guan was in the ninth realm after all. Although his immortal platform collapsed, he still did not die, although his mouth and nose were constantly bleeding, his condition was extremely bad, and his eyes were full of bloodshot.

But he was still alive.

The blood mist in front of him became thicker and thicker.

Then, the mist slowly moved, and he saw a young man in white clothes stained with blood, holding a broad sword, and walking towards him step by step.

Tong Guan saw Anle, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

This boy... dared to kill him?

Although his immortal platform collapsed, he was still a ninth realm cultivator. How could he be killed by a fifth realm cultivator?

The ninth realm and the fifth realm are separated by the length of the Canglang River!

"Looking for death."

Tong Guan's face was hideous and distorted, staring at Anle who was holding a sword, and spit out two words.

However, Anle seemed not to hear his cold words.

He started running with his sword in hand, killing him.

Tong Guan stared at An Le who was approaching, and endured the pain of the collapse of the immortal platform. The blood and qi in his body were swept, and the innate spiritual energy was like waves in the vast ocean!

"Go to hell!"

Tong Guan glared.

Then, he saw that An Le who was running towards him turned into the Blood Guanyin with tears in his eyes.

Puff!

Tong Guan's body was almost cracked, and his blood and qi exploded from his body like steam. Tong Guan was more miserable than ever before, and his purple robe had been torn to pieces by his own strength.

After the whole person was at a loss, it was Xin Ji.

Hallucination... That An Le was not An Le at all, but the Blood Guanyin!

This Blood Guanyin was too weird!

Suddenly.

The thick fog rolled again.

In the fog, An Le, dressed in white and stained with blood, appeared again, holding the swallow returning to the nest, and stepped on the rippling river surface step by step.

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The starlight splashed, enveloping Li Youan's body, and instantly fell on the surface of the Canglang River.

His breath rose steadily, making the space seem to be distorted.

When he saw Tong Guan sneaking through the ghost messengers and evil cultivators of the Hell Palace, driving the evil ghost boat and flying towards Anle at a high speed, his anger rose steadily. He knew very well who was behind Tong Guan's appearance here, and he knew that Tong Guan could join forces with the cultivators of the Hell Palace, and that person must have nodded.

It was because of this that he was angry. His Flying Tiger Army had been fighting with the demon-possessed armies of Xiliang and the evil cultivators and ghost cultivators of the Hell Palace for many years.

In the end, this was what he got?

Was it worth it?

At this moment, Li Youan was really disappointed and no longer had any expectations for the Great Zhao Dynasty.

He increasingly hoped that Anle's wildfire could start a raging fire and burn away all the darkness.

He fell on the river, and the great evil at the bottom of the river was like an evil ghost with fangs and huge mouths, sucking his blood and mind.

However, at this moment, Li Youan ignored it, raised his head, and looked at the huge and incomparable blood-colored Guanyin that suddenly appeared on the Canglang River with some surprise and astonishment.

Guanyin was like a blood-colored mist condensed into a huge body, and the blood mist enveloped everyone, including Tongguan, Anle, and those practitioners in the Hell Palace...

Li Youan frowned, and his mind surged like a storm, wanting to spy on the situation in the blood-colored Guanyin.

However, as soon as his mind approached, he felt a threat. After thinking about it, his mind dissipated like a breeze.

This Blood Guanyin...

It should be Anle who made it, because he saw with his own eyes that a palm-sized blood-colored Guanyin statue appeared in Anle's palm, and was finally crushed by Anle.

After crushing, there was a large fogged Guanyin statue.

"Anle's trump card... How many trump cards does he have?"

Li Youan couldn't help but murmur.

But for a moment, he suddenly didn't worry so much, thinking that Anle might not be in danger, this was his intuition.

However, he had not yet dispersed the starlight, and was still in an extremely powerful state.

Tongguan was a ninth-level practitioner after all. Although Anle used strange means, he might not be able to kill Tongguan. After the blood mist dissipated, Li Youan had to take action according to the situation.

And the Blood Guanyin appeared on the Canglang River.

It immediately attracted the attention of the strong men who were paying attention to the situation here.

Ye Longsheng, Di Zang, Zhong Shiji and other peerless generals were also surprised. They were held and could not help Anle, but they never thought that Anle actually had a trump card.

"Guanyin? Is it the trump card given by Ganye Temple?"

In mid-air, the Yuanmeng Left Prime Minister Boyan, wearing a feather fan and a long scarf, frowned and stared.

He had planned everything, but he didn't expect Anle to have such a trump card.

And the powerful men from the Yuanmeng Empire who came to kill him were also worried and even a little scared.

The blood-colored Guanyin was huge, and it was on the Canglang River. Just looking at it from a distance, it brought a chill to their hearts.

Perhaps, if they were involved, they would suffer some losses.

The Sixth Mountain Master dropped his hands, and between his ten fingers, three thousand swords were hidden in the air and intertwined into a huge sword formation.

He looked at the Canglang River and the huge blood-colored Guanyin, and there was also a touch of surprise in his eyes.

However, although Anle still had a trump card, but... no one thought that Tongguan would die in it.

A cultivator of the Ninth Realm... is really not that easy to die.

Besides, how can Anle, a fifth realm, kill a ninth realm?

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“What is that?”

On the south bank of Canglang River.

The second prince Zhao Pei took a deep breath, his eyes full of surprise, and he really couldn’t see through Anle’s trump card.

However, seeing Tong Guan forced Anle to reveal his trump card, he was a little excited, because it meant that Anle had one less trump card.

“This should be his last trump card… a very strange method, but it is a bit indistinguishable from friend and foe.”

“Therefore, Anle would definitely not use it easily unless he had no choice, but he still used it now, so it can be said that it was because of the last trump card that he had to use it.”

King Jiangling held up an umbrella and said seriously.

“Trumpet cards are like this, one less trump card is used, but I have to say that Anle is really unexpected.”

Even if the second prince Zhao Pei is arrogant, he has to admit that Anle is special.

"I just don't know what happened in that huge blood-colored Guanyin."

"Generally speaking, Anle should not be in any danger. This blood-colored Guanyin is really strange, and it is reasonable for it to stop Tongguan."

"Li Youan fell into the river and rushed over. I'm afraid Tongguan won't be able to take advantage of it."

King Jiangling held an umbrella, his eyes narrowed into slits on his elegant face, and he smiled happily.

...

...

Tongguan was covered in blood, his meridians were broken, and his condition was extremely bad.

The immortal platform was shattered by himself, and his body was also seriously injured by himself.

He was at the ninth level after all, but he lived such a miserable day. He should have pushed Anle into a desperate situation, but he never thought that a blood-colored Guanyin who jumped out of nowhere would change the situation like this.

Tongguan was very heartbroken. In addition to the pity of the mission failure, he also felt a sense of shame for being played around by the blood-colored Guanyin.

Having lost this opportunity, it would be very difficult for him to kill Anle again.

Li Youan, Ye Longsheng and other strong men knew the situation and would definitely get rid of the battle and rush to rescue.

Facing top strong men like Li Youan and Ye Longsheng, Tong Guan was naturally still a little inferior, and he was not sure to take An Le's life from them.

He looked coldly at An Le who walked out of the rolling fog.

Illusion?

Could he step into the same trap again?

His immortal platform was damaged and his soul was seriously injured. At this moment, it was difficult to see whether An Le, who was holding a sword in front of him, was real or fake.

However, Tong Guan felt that it must be a false illusion.

If he made another move, he would suffer more injuries and finally die.

The deaths of the powerful men in the Hell Palace around him were the best examples.

The greedy Eighth Realm Ghost Messenger who wanted to refine An Le into a corpse puppet has now become a pile of ashes, with no bones left, and died miserably in his own hands.

So, he looked at Anle who was walking towards him with a sword. The familiar scene made him sneer in his heart.

If it was an illusion, he would disappear soon without doing anything, and finally turn into the weeping Blood Guanyin.

In that way, perhaps the illusion could be broken and the weird Blood Guanyin could be gotten rid of.

Anle walked towards Tongguan, approached ten feet, and there was no movement.

Approached five feet, Tongguan still looked coldly.

Approached ten feet, Anle raised Yan Guichao and chopped it down fiercely.

When the extremely sharp blade of Yan Guichao chopped on Tongguan's neck, the pain of the skin being cut made Tongguan react instantly.

The body subconsciously mobilized, the physique of the ninth level of body forging was displayed, and the muscles on the neck blocked the Yan Guichao cut by Anle.

"It's not an illusion?!"

Tongguan was stunned for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Is this the real Anle?

Now he is so close to Anle...

Doesn't that mean he still has a chance to kill Anle? !

"How can a fifth realm kill a ninth realm! How rampant!"

The murderous intent in Tong Guan's eyes surged.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention... he is not dead yet!

His immortal platform collapsed.

His body was severely injured by himself, his meridians were broken, and his blood was flowing backwards...

His state fell to an unprecedented low!

But he... is a ninth realm practitioner!

Suddenly, Tong Guan was startled.

Because Anle, who was holding the swallow returning to the nest, stared at him with eyes as bright as the sun, as if staring at a tonic pill!

Behind Anle, Tong Guan seemed to see countless dead souls climbing up...

Yin and Yang on the back!

The dead souls intertwined into a force!

With an invincible force in his heart, the white python turned into a dragon!

On Anle's body, the innate qi and blood intertwined, the primordial spirit glowed, and the colorful heart sword glowed with brilliant brilliance. It broke away from the center of the eyebrows and pierced into the confused Niwan Palace after Tongguan's immortal platform collapsed.

Tongguan was shocked.

Anle held the hilt of Yan Guichao with both hands, and drew the sword with a cold face. The sound of the sword rubbing against the tense flesh and blood lingered, but the sword was finally pulled out easily!

Cut it down again!

Pull it up again and cut it down! Cut it down! Cut it down!

It was like swinging a sword to cut a 500-year-old tree!

The head of Diao Si with disheveled hair was cut off.

"The fifth realm kills the ninth realm..."

"Kill you like this."

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