Chapter 147: Take Off the Prince's Head and Send It to the Emperor, and Ask the Saint Master's Will to Return to the World

The second prince, Zhao Pei, ran away without hesitation. Whether Anle would kill him or not, there was no need to deny this.

Anle must have the courage to wield the sword against him.

Perhaps it can be thought that when I killed him for the first time, it was because both of them were geniuses on the Little Saint List. Even if they died, they could use the Little Saint Order to resurrect them, so the sword fell without hesitation.

However, when the first sword fell, the cold murderous intent in Anle's eyes was so intense that the second prince Zhao Pei did not dare to gamble.

Moreover, the situation at this moment was too unfavorable for him.

After Li Qingchuan, at the request of the old Heavenly Master's Xinghui clone, absorbed his essence and blood into the glass cup and became An Le's Taoist slave, the second prince Zhao Pei lost his ability to deal with An Le.

Li Qingchuan would even become Anle's weapon against him.

One of the Nine Realms...

The second prince Zhao Pei is not a monster like Anle, who can kill nine realms with five realms.

Therefore, Zhao Pei began to escape, heading towards Lin'an Mansion. Only by escaping to Lin'an Mansion could he be protected by the Emperor of the Zhao family and be rescued.

Anle calmly looked at the direction in which Zhao Pei was fleeing, without much emotional change on his face.

Zhao Pei wanted to inherit his invincibility by killing him. In this case, he had to bear the risk and price of being killed.

This is the psychological preparation that any practitioner should make after bursting out with murderous intentions.

However, Anle did not chase him for the time being. He calmly looked at the figure of the old Heavenly Master transformed by the starlight, raised his hand and touched the gold sand between his eyebrows.

"How do you make purple nasturtium seeds that are thousands of years old bloom?"

Anle asked.

"Nurture it with your mind, nourish it with your innate spiritual energy, nourish it with your own spirit and will... When the flower should bloom, it will bloom on its own."

"Of course, if Mr. An is free, he can also go to Tianshi Mansion and bathe in the lotus pond of Tianshi Mansion. Naturally, the Purple Qi Golden Lotus will bloom faster."

The old Heavenly Master said softly, his tone was really calm.

Going to the Tianshi Mansion?

Tianshi Mansion is located in Yunjin Mountain, near the Canglang River, which is a rather delicate location.

Compared with Zhenwu Temple, which is located on Qingcheng Mountain in the hinterland of China, the geographical location of Tianshi Mansion actually determines the difficulty of its development.

There is an inexplicable evil hidden at the bottom of the Canglang River, which makes many practitioners extremely afraid.

The higher your cultivation level, the more you understand the horror of that great evil. Therefore, since the location of Yunjin Mountain is so close to such a great evil, you naturally need to take a lot of risks.

Those who seek the Tao are more willing to go to the quieter Zhenwu Temple.

"If I have the chance, I will definitely go there."

Anle cupped his fists and bowed in return.

Since Heavenly Master has given so much sincerity, Anle naturally cannot keep a straight face. As the saying goes, don’t hit someone with a smiling face. Everything Heavenly Master does is towards him and is helping him, so naturally he should be polite in return. Of.

As for Li Qingchuan's behavior, it was actually his personal behavior, and he paid a price for it.

The old Heavenly Master shrouded in starlight fell on Zhao Huangting. Looking at Zhao Huangting, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Your life has been completely exhausted under the fire of Nirvana, leaving only your last breath hanging. Maybe you will die as soon as you arrive in Lin'an."

The starry figure of the old Heavenly Master said to Zhao Huangting.

Zhao Huangting was very free and easy, with frosty hair and ravaged face. He chuckled and said: "That's okay... I didn't die in the North, but I am lucky."

"I prepared for the worst, went north to challenge the Yuanmeng Emperor, and died in the battle in the north. In the end, my body was hung on the wall of the Yuanmeng capital to be displayed to the whole world."

"It almost happened, but in the end such a tragic situation didn't happen, so I'm very happy."

"It's enough to be able to return to Lin'an, a land that has lived for five hundred years."

The Xinghui figure nodded appreciatively: "It's really a pity that you failed to break through the ten realms. The passage of time and time has increased the constraints in the world, and it is becoming more and more difficult to break through the ten realms in the world... Sigh."

Suddenly, he raised his hand, and a palm-sized purple golden lotus slowly bloomed in his palm.

"This is a hundred-year-old purple golden lotus. It is already in full bloom. Now, I give it to you. It can prolong your life for a few days, so that you can take a good look at this world."

"Be with the person you want to be with."

"It can be regarded as another gift from the old Taoist to Mr. An."

The starry figure of the old Heavenly Master said softly.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, the palm-sized purple golden lotus turned into a stream of light, which swept towards Zhao Huangting and spread into his eyebrows.

The face that was originally gloomy and even filled with deathly aura gradually became slightly rosy during the recovery period.

Su Muzhe on the side was pleasantly surprised.

Anle's eyes fluctuated slightly, looking at the Heavenly Master, but stopped talking.

The old Heavenly Master seemed to know what An Le wanted to ask: "Mr. An, as far as Zhao Huangting is concerned, there is no big difference between a thousand-year-old Purple Air Golden Lotus and a hundred-year-old Purple Air Golden Lotus. His time is approaching, and the Purple Air Golden Lotus cannot be changed." This is the limit.”

These words directly gave up the idea of ​​peace and happiness. If the thousand-year-old Purple Qi Golden Lotus could be used to extend Zhao Huangting's life, that would naturally be the best.

The starlight began to slowly disappear, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to sweep in again, blocking the moonlight and starlight.

When the starry figure of the old Heavenly Master was on the verge of disappearing, he looked at Anle calmly.

"Mr. An, I am looking forward to the day when the thousand-year-old golden lotus blooms."

The ancient Taoists practiced Taoism and etiquette.

Anle returned the favor with his sword.

The starlight was like sand between fingers, flowing in a breeze and disappearing without a trace.

The oppressive mental power that permeated the world finally disappeared, and the surroundings fell into darkness and silence again.

However, the atmosphere seemed a little strange.

Li Qingchuan invited the old Taoist priest, who would have thought... that he was here to give gifts.

Li Qingchuan, the initiator, must have regretted it. After all, inviting the old Taoist priest gave himself to Anle.

Anle carried the sword box on his back and looked in the direction of Zhao Pei who disappeared, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Li Qingchuan on the side looked at Anle. When his essence and blood were taken into the glass cup, he became Anle's Taoist slave, and Li Qingchuan accepted his fate in his heart.

In fact, from the many actions of the old Taoist priest, he also understood the attitude of the Taoist priest's mansion.

Of course, what shocked Li Qingchuan even more was... did the old Taoist priest think that Anle could recover the Middle Earth?

The Middle Earth suppressed by Emperor Yuan Meng... Can An Le, who is only in the fifth realm, do it?

However, Li Qingchuan changed his mind and thought that Emperor Yuan Meng is now in the double tenth realm. If he cannot break through to the eleventh realm, he may not live for another five hundred years.

Once Emperor Yuan Meng dies, with An Le's courage of killing the ninth realm in the fifth realm, it may be possible to recover the Middle Earth.

In this world, the times are always replaced by one generation after another. When the strong rise, the strong fall, just like the birth, aging, illness and death of mortals.

Replacement and alternation, the rules of heaven and earth.

This is an era of great replacement. The old generation of the tenth realm is about to fall, and the new generation of the tenth realm has not yet emerged.

Li Qingchuan can only think that the old Tianshi has foresight and intends to gamble on the future of the Tianshi Mansion. After all, the old Tianshi, who is so old and in the tenth realm, may not live long.

The old swordsman of Jianchi Palace, the old master of Zhenwu Temple, the old Tianshi of Tianshi Mansion, the ten-level Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the three Buddhist temples, etc., have all reached their limit.

And the major forces have devoted all their efforts to cultivate those who can step into the tenth realm... but no one has really broken through the tenth realm.

If they have not stepped into the tenth realm, no one dares to guarantee that they can step into it.

The Taoist of Zhenwu Temple, the little Tianshi of Tianshi Mansion, the Buddha children and walkers of the three Buddhist temples, etc., a new generation of Tianjiao, have not really grown up yet...

This is an era of transition.

In fact, in Li Qingchuan's view, it is becoming more and more difficult for the world to produce strong people.

Even a genius like Zhao Huangting found it difficult to break through the tenth realm, and finally had to burn his cultivation under the fire of Nirvana, seeking a final splendid ending.

Can Anle... carry the future of Tianshi Mansion?

Li Qingchuan exhaled, looked at Anle, regained his mind, suppressed the sadness of becoming a Taoist slave, and said in a low voice: "Sir, do you need me to help you capture Zhao Pei?"

Li Qingchuan's words made everyone's eyes fall on his face.

Zhao Huangting, Su Muzhe and Wan Jieliu all looked at him strangely.

He was traveling with Zhao Pei before, but in a moment he asked for orders to capture Zhao Pei and returned.

It must be said that this old Taoist... fit into the role quite quickly.

Li Qingchuan knew that he had accepted his fate. No one knew the fate of becoming a Taoist slave better than him. His life was controlled by Anle. If Anle died, he would die. If Anle was unhappy, he would die if he directly extinguished the blood and essence in the glass cup.

So, he had to please Anle.

This is the sadness of every Taoist slave.

Anle controlled the glass cup, and he knew how much the Taoist slaves were bound, so he was not surprised by Li Qingchuan's reaction.

Then he thought for a while and said, "No need. Take good care of Senior Zhao. I will chase Zhao Pei myself."

"How far is this place from Lin'an?"

Zhao Huangting, who had measured the mountains and rivers of the world with his feet, immediately calculated and said, "One thousand eight hundred miles."

An Le smiled when he heard this: "Then I will chase him for one thousand eight hundred miles. If Zhao Pei can escape to Lin'an before I catch him, he will be considered alive."

[A novel app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, the source-changing app used by old bookworms, huanyuanapp]

"If not, we will use his head as a celebration of our return to Lin'an and as a great gift to the emperor of the Zhao family."

Li Qingchuan's face changed slightly when he heard this, and bitterness suddenly appeared at the corners of his lips.

Is this... so exciting?

Lin'an is the territory of the emperor of the Zhao family. Killing the prince in front of the imperial capital of the Great Zhao Dynasty to celebrate.

Is it too troublesome to leave Lin'an alive and plan to lie down?

His job as a Taoist slave... is really like tying his head to his belt. The lives of a Taoist slave and his master are tied together. If the master dies, the Taoist slave will die too.

Seeing Anle so excited and courting death, Li Qingchuan felt bitter.

Li Qingchuan naturally knew the conflict between Anle and the emperor of the Zhao family, and knew that this trip to Lin'an would definitely not be peaceful.

Unexpectedly, Anle was not peaceful at all, but was trying to add fuel to the fire.

Anle did not mean to explain to Li Qingchuan. After all, not many people knew that he had completed the three conditions of the Holy Mountain and obtained the qualification to talk to the Holy Master.

Zhao Huangting counted as one, the Sixth Mountain Master counted as one, and Wanjie Liu also counted.

Others really did not expect that Anle had completed the three very difficult conditions and obtained the qualification to talk to the Holy Master like the legendary champion Li Youan.

Over the years, the practitioners who can really get the qualification to talk to the Holy Master are rare.

After glancing at Li Qingchuan, Anle raised his hand and made a move. The bamboo sword Qingshan, which had been protecting Zhao Huangting, flew into his hand and was worn by Anle on his waist.

Then he nodded slightly towards Zhao Huangting and others, stepped forward, and the innate spiritual energy surged out of his body.

Among the five ancient demons, a deer-like demon appears.

Anle's whole body was surging with energy and blood, like a dexterous sacred deer, measuring the earth with its feet and scurrying out in the dark night.

…

…

The night gradually became darker as the starry figure of the old Heavenly Master left.

King Jiangling was suspended in the air, his brows furrowed tightly, and a solemn look appeared deep in his eyes.

Naturally, he could see clearly that the old Heavenly Master actually made Li Qingchuan become Anle's Taoist slave... and even gave the last thousand-year-old Purple Qi Golden Lotus seed in the Heavenly Master's Mansion to Anle.

While his heart was filled with turmoil, he also understood the direction of the Tianshi Mansion.

However, for him, whether the Tianshi Mansion is leaning towards Da Zhao, An Le, or Emperor Yuan Meng, it has little influence on him.

"Thousand-year-old Purple Qi Golden Lotus... If I can swallow it, and with my planning, the number of breakthroughs will be greatly increased!"

The scarlet color in King Jiangling's eyes flashed, and his Confucian shirt seemed to become much more enchanting.

"In addition, there is also the 'glazed lamp'. It is really... a good spell. If it can be used by me..."

King Jiangling narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "No, the technique of the glass lamp alone is not good. The practitioner needs to actively hand over the essence and blood into the lamp before it can be controlled..."

"If the plundered essence and blood can also be controlled with a glass lamp, then it will be a truly powerful technique."

"In comparison, the corpse puppet technique of the Lord of Hell Palace is more simple, direct and crude... By killing the target and refining it into a corpse puppet, you can gain some of the target's spiritual insights during his lifetime, and the corpse puppet can even The way it is used is that one person is an army, which is simply terrifying.”

King Jiangling sighed.

"The evil method of the Lord of Hell is harmful to the harmony of heaven and earth. It is a twisted way of evil spirits. After practicing it, it will cause the soul to be distorted, the temperament will change drastically, and people will become inhuman. What a powerful magic method."

A cold and disdainful voice suddenly sounded in the dark night.

King Jiangling's expression suddenly changed.

Then he found a sword light suddenly slashing out from the dark night. It was so bright that the void seemed to be cut into pieces.

King Jiangling moved his figure and swept away into the distance. His sword energy became more and more powerful as he charged Niu Dou, but he was chasing after him. King Jiangling had to slap a palm to collide with the sword energy.

The blood explodes!

King Jiangling's body moved hundreds of miles and stabilized in the air.

The sword energy dissipated, and a figure carried a huge pine sword box on his back, crossed his arms with his hands on his chest, and walked slowly into the air with a cold face.

King Jiangling's severed palm was dripping with blood. Slowly, the blood condensed into an unscathed pale palm.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain looked at him coldly, staring at King Jiangling. He raised his chin and pointed it at King Jiangling: "There's something wrong with your breath."

King Jiangling looked at the Lord of the Sixth Mountain, his face was elegant and easy-going, he bowed his hands in a very low posture: "I am Zhao Xi, the king of Jiangling Mansion, I have met the Lord of the Sixth Mountain, and I have heard of the name of the Lord of the Sixth Mountain, Hongchen Sword. Today, I See, it’s really powerful.”

However, the Sixth Mountain Master still just crossed his arms, raised his chin, and looked at him indifferently.

The night wind blew through the air, and their clothes were flying.

The atmosphere seemed a little awkward, and King Jiangling slowly lowered his raised palms.

"Are you mocking me?"

The main road of the sixth mountain.

King Jiangling: "?"

"I just suffered a loss in the North, and you actually said that I am powerful. I can't even defeat Emperor Yuanmeng. You still say that I am powerful?" asked the Lord of the Sixth Mountain.

King Jiangling: "..."

"Let me see the true face of you who is mocking me."

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain stared at King Jiangling and said coldly.

King Jiangling took a deep breath and was about to say something. He didn't want to fight with the master of the sixth mountain. It was meaningless. There was no benefit in angering the people of the Holy Mountain.

However, before he could speak, cold people never talk much, the pine sword box opened an inch, and a sword flew out, turning into a stream of light in the darkness and shooting towards King Jiangling at high speed.

The dark night seemed to be illuminated by the light of the sword, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, filling the universe!

King Jiangling secretly complained. He just stayed to watch the show for a while, wanting to see what the old heavenly master would do to Anle when he appeared.

But he never thought that he would be entangled by the Lord of the Sixth Mountain.

With a hook of five fingers, he struck hard at the slashing sword energy. King Jiangling instantly transformed into countless blood shadows in the air.

The Sixth Mountain Master crossed his arms and raised his chin slightly. He opened the pine sword box another inch and more than a dozen swords quickly flew out, creating ripples of sword energy and aftermath in the night sky.

The elegant face of King Jiangling suddenly changed into a very ugly look.

Scarlet flashed in his eyes, sharp fangs sprouted, and rich blood spilled out from his sleeves, like two blood pythons rushing towards the sword of the Sixth Mountain Lord.

The blood python was crushed to pieces by the sword light.

The King of Jiangling had already exploded into a bloody streak, causing a virtual sound to explode, and flew away into the distance. This was obviously an extremely brilliant escape technique.

The Sixth Mountain Master did not go after him, nor did he bother to pursue him. The swords were put into the pine sword box one after another.

He stared at the strong smell of blood left in the night sky, and the King of Jiangling who turned into a blood shadow and disappeared without a trace.

His brows couldn't help but frown: "The aura of the demon...but there is also the shadow of the evil magic of hell..."

"What is this King of Jiangling doing secretly?"

"The Great Zhao Dynasty, under the appearance of prosperity, hides too many evildoers."

The sixth mountain master's cold face revealed a sigh.

Then, he looked into the distance again, and that was the figure of Anle chasing the second prince Zhao Pei in the ancient demon Five Animals Deer style.

"The Tianshi Mansion also invested a lot of money, using the thousand-year-old purple golden lotus cultivated by the residual luck of the previous dynasty, plus a nine-level Taoist slave... As expected of the experienced old Tianshi, he is more optimistic about Anle than I am... I seem to be outdone."

The sixth mountain master crossed his arms and raised the corners of his lips coldly.

"If the emperor of the Zhao family knew about it, he would be furious."

"The thousand-year-old purple golden lotus, the emperor of the Zhao family has coveted it for hundreds of years, and has never given in. As a result, this thousand-year-old purple golden lotus fell into the hands of Anle who broke his plan."

The sixth mountain master suddenly felt amused.

Suddenly, the Sixth Mountain Master's mind moved, and he raised his hand. A clear air condensed in his palm, turning into a palm-sized crane that looked like a firefly in the dark night.

It was as if an ancient bell was ringing, and the sound came in a mighty way.

"The call from the First Mountain Master."

The Sixth Mountain Master's eyes turned cold.

"It's just right. I also want to ask why the First Mountain Master said he would go together to help, but he didn't go."

After the words fell, the Sixth Mountain Master crushed the crane.

In an instant, the powerful Yuanshen surged with a majestic mental power and merged with the broken crane.

...

...

The wind rose in the empty mountain at night, and the sounds of the various sounds fought against each other.

The First Mountain.

The mountain was surrounded by fog.

There were wind chimes hanging in front of the thatched cottage, and they swayed gently with the breeze.

Behind the thatched cottage, there was a big bell hanging. A burly mountain keeper was waving his fist and hitting the ancient bell, causing the bell to ring in the sky.

The first mountain master sat cross-legged under the gate.

In front of him, the incense burner burned out, and the ashes piled up.

As the bell rang, one after another glowing cranes flew in and gathered in the void outside the gate.

Then they turned into five illusory figures.

They were the mountain masters of the other five holy mountains.

The first mountain master looked at the five mountain masters who appeared, and a smile appeared on his face.

"My fellow brothers and sisters, I called you here at this late hour because someone has completed three conditions and is able to talk to the Holy Master."

"We should gather together... Please let the Holy Master's will return to the human world."

ps: Please support me with monthly tickets and recommendation tickets!