Beginning to Become a Saint From the Path of Time and Fruit

Chapter 162: A Sword Hangs up the Long River of Time and Swallows the Yuanmeng Dragon Vein with Invincible Force

The rich blood turned into blood mist and spread. In the dark night air, the pungent smell of blood lingered endlessly.

Gu Huangquan had never thought that Anle's sword could be so powerful. Is this a sword from the fifth realm?

Not only did it easily tear apart the mountain of blood and qi condensed by the seventh realm of body forging with blood and qi fusion and innate spiritual energy, but it also directly crushed his arm!

Not even a piece of intact flesh and blood was left. The membrane, meridians, and spiritual bones were all crushed into blood powder under the sword!

Not only that, the sword intent and sword energy contained in Anle's broken bamboo sword continued to penetrate into his body along the wound, running around in his meridians, trying to destroy his flesh and blood tissue and his vitality.

Pain instantly climbed onto Gu Huangquan's mind. His eyes were ferocious and scarlet, and he was hit by the huge power carried by the sword energy and flew out.

The demon tiger image transformed by the five realms of blood and qi was so powerful that even he, a seventh realm body forging practitioner, felt that he was unmatched.

What kind of monster is this guy!

The sword intent, invincible momentum, and the ancient demon five animals that have truly stepped into the perfect realm, at this moment, burst out with unimaginable power.

Just one sword directly shattered one of Gu Huangquan's arms, making him completely lose his combat effectiveness.

Gu Huangquan was walking in the human world of Lan Ke Temple. Under the power attack of the Time Buddha Eye of Monk Huikong, one arm was directly annihilated, and now Anle has cut off another arm.

Both arms are difficult to recover. For Gu Huangquan, it is naturally a big blow, which has a great impact on his combat effectiveness.

Gu Huangquan's head is full of bloody sweat beads.

On his neck, veins bulged, and black lines intertwined on his face. He stared at Anle intently, and the degree of importance in his eyes was even greater than that of the human world of Lan Ke Temple.

Gu Huangquan already paid great attention to Anle, but he didn't expect that Anle... was even more terrifying than he imagined!

Anle's combat power can be seen with one sword, and it can't be distinguished according to the practitioners who have just entered the sixth realm.

This is a peerless genius!

The Little Saint List of Da Zhao may not have much reference value, but if Anle is placed on the list of other countries, he will definitely be able to stand at the top!

Gu Huangquan, whose arms were broken, was panting violently.

His blood and qi were wriggling in his body, like a group of evil dragons, fighting with Anle's sword energy, suppressing all of Anle's sword energy.

However, in order to suppress this sword energy, his strength naturally became weaker.

Anle stood quietly in place, maintaining the posture of handing out a sword, with no joy or sadness on his face.

He did not defeat Gu Huangquan's joy at all, because this sword can be said to be his full-strength attack in the fifth realm state. Of course, this is not counting the power of the heart sword in the sixth realm.

But if the power of the heart sword is included, it can only be called the power of the sixth realm.

With such a sword, Anle cut off Gu Huangquan's arm, which was natural to Anle.

After all, Anle defeated the invincible young Yuandi of the fifth realm in the war puppet space. When the young Yuandi was in the fifth realm, he could kill the existence of the seventh realm!

Of course, Gu Huangquan is also a genius. He is naturally not an ordinary seventh realm.

So Anle's sword did not kill him, otherwise, the sword just now, which was wrapped in the sword intent of the red heart mountains and rivers, would be enough to kill his life.

Although the monk Huikong on the ground was blind, he could clearly feel the scene of Anle smashing Gu Huangquan with a sword.

He was also a little shocked.

Anle threw away a drop of blood on the bamboo sword Qingshan. At the moment when the blood was thrown away, Anle's figure had already jumped out, and the blood and innate spiritual energy overflowed from his body, interweaving into the image of a demon ape!

Anle stepped down, and the flexible demon ape left a trail of afterimages on the ground!

Killing intent surged from Anle's heart.

He thrust out a sword again, and the sword intent of the red heart mountains and rivers was integrated into the sword.

Boom! ! !

The sword energy on the ground was steaming up, like a bullfight, the brilliant sword light and sword energy made the dark dense forest bright all of a sudden!

Gu Huangquan's body was slightly lowered to the ground, and the black lines flowing from his body became more and more, and finally, his skin turned completely black!

His eyes were scarlet and his skin was as black as ink.

Two meat bags bulged on his back, accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood breaking, and two narrow and thin black bone arms grew out of the meat bags!

Gu Huangquan's lips were grinning, and the narrow and thin black bone arms collided with the sword slashed by Anle.

Sparks flew everywhere, and this bone arm was actually solid like a peerless magic weapon!

Anle slashed it with a sword, and it gave him a spiritual shock. It seemed that countless dead souls were wailing in front of Anle, as if he slashed not the bone arm with a sword, but endless dead souls!

"This is the top evil art of the Hell Palace, the bone magic art."

In the distance, the face of the monk Huikong, with blood flowing in his eyes, showed hatred!

"The bone magic art is the most evil art. It is one of the three evil arts created by the Lord of the Hell Palace. It requires tens of thousands of dead souls to be refined into spirit bones, so that spirit bones can be transformed into demon bones. Demon bones are like magic weapons. Every attack contains a mental attack!"

"The bone magic evil art mastered by Gu Huangquan only refined the arms, but the number of dead people required is at least 10,000!"

The tone of the monk Huikong was trembling, with unimaginable disgust.

This is the real devil!

The people of Xiliang Kingdom all live in an extremely terrifying environment. They are treated as leeks for cultivation by these demons who are superiors. The emperor and prince of Xiliang who are possessed by the devil will not easily let the people die, but they have never The dead people survived like pigs and dogs and became props for cultivating evil spirits.

Anle frowned slightly, feeling a little disgusted in her heart.

He knew that the Western Liang Kingdom was terrifying, but he had never set foot there personally, so he could not truly appreciate the horror of it.

But now, after a fight with the emperor's eldest grandson, from a pair of simple bone arms, you can get a glimpse of how terrifying the Xiliang Kingdom is. It is a country where real demons are raging!

How many lives must be sacrificed for such a sorcery!

The green mountain of the bamboo sword was trembling slightly, and the sword had spirit. At this moment, it seemed to release a wave of anger.

The swordsman who holds the sword is a chivalrous person, a chivalrous person who draws his sword when the road is rough.

There are too many injustices in the world and it is impossible to eliminate them all. However, the injustices you see can be smoothed out with the sword in your hand.

Seeking a clear mind is a swordsman.

Anle held the bamboo sword Qingshan, and his murderous intention towards Gu Huangquan became more and more intense.

Now that we have seen such a demon, we don’t get rid of it, but we keep it here to cause harm to the world?

Anle stood in the forest, and the sword energy around him kept rising into the sky, like sharp snakes, roaring and intertwining.

There seemed to be fine sword energy forming a grid, intertwined into a tornado.

Gu Huangquan's scarlet eyes narrowed... His voice became hoarse, and endless madness could be heard in the hoarseness.

"Anle! I know you are a monster. If you were in the Seventh Realm, I would definitely not be your opponent, but... you are not in the Seventh Realm!"

"You who are in the fifth realm may be able to kill the ordinary seventh realm, but I am not an ordinary seventh realm!"

"I will definitely kill you and devour your flesh and blood. Your soul is worth the souls of tens of thousands of people in a city. I will completely sacrifice my body and trunk into the body of a bone demon!"

Gu Huangquan's murderous intent was ejected instantly, turning into a black light.

The black bone arm that grew out of the back, with its ten fingers, was like a sharp spear, and it pierced Anle fiercely. The intertwined sword energy collided with the bone arm and was torn into pieces one after another!

Anle lowered his eyes and let go of Qingshan's hand.

The bamboo sword and the green mountain suddenly floated up.

Anle didn't intend to have a fierce confrontation with Gu Huangquan, who showed off the bone demon's sorcery. It was pointless. He still needed to climb the mountain to see the scenery on the top of the mountain and see the gifts left by the holy master.

The sunset has long since ended, and the stars are climbing high in the sky, as if they are rotating in a hurry, waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow.

At that time, only those who climb the mountain can feel the vitality of the morning sun and bathe in the pure morning light that cleanses the soul.

The bamboo sword and the green mountains gradually hummed, and the sword energy was constantly entangled on the bamboo sword. Anle did not use the sword intention of the mountains and rivers that he had realized. He was simulating a sword, which was revived in the green mountains before Yuan Meng Dadu. A sword wielded by that peerless emperor.

An Le closed his eyes, the [Eternal Genius] Dao Fruit continued to surge, and the light curtain danced in front of his eyes.

A ray of age energy that had not yet been selected for blessing was mobilized by him, flowing in his body, wandering among the meridians, and finally diffused into the bamboo sword green mountain.

Anle raised her hand and tapped lightly.

The sword body buzzed, and while trembling, the yellowed bamboo sword was actually covered in gray. From the yellow color, it turned into gray and gray, as if the passing time was smudged by the breath of time.

This sword is integrated into the control of the energy of time that Anle realized after talking with the holy master.

The sword energy blends into the years energy.

With a single tap of the finger, there was a faint resemblance of a sword hanging over a long river!

What’s important is that time passes!

With a ferocious smile on his face, Gu Huangquan held out his bone arm as black as ink. At this moment, it collided with the bamboo sword shrouded in gray color.

This demonic bone, which was obtained through sacrifice and refinement of countless creatures, collided with the sword.

Unexpectedly, cracks emerged from the devastation. The cracks intertwined like spider webs and instantly clung to the two bone arms.

The ferocious smile on Gu Huangquan's face disappeared almost instantly, and a trace of confusion flashed in his scarlet eyes.

This sword... He seemed to see the power of the Pupil of Time Buddha displayed by Monk Huikong at the expense of his eyes!

The indestructible Bone Demon's arms began to shatter... little by little into powder!

Gu Huangquan felt that time seemed to slow down at this moment. After the sword shattered the bone arm, it penetrated into his body, passed through his body, and pierced his vigorous and powerful heart as a Seventh Level Forged Body. Take away all the life in your heart.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Gu Huangquan fell to the ground, his whole body soaked in blood.

Among the broken bone arms, countless dead souls floated like fireflies in the dark night. There seemed to be a tragic song lingering between heaven and earth.

Gu Huangquan struggled to get up, but he felt that the vitality in his heart was disappearing, and his skin, his hair, and his body began to become older, as if time had cut him with a sword and wiped out his body. Time is deprived.

"you……"

Gu Huangquan raised his head blankly and looked at Anle.

"This...this is the Saint Master...that future sword energy?"

Gu Huangquan's mouth was dripping with blood, and all the blood in his eyes receded, and suddenly there was a fear of unwillingness and death in his eyes.

It turns out that those who died in his hands were so afraid, and it turned out that death is such a painful thing.

Anle didn't answer him. This was the power of time...

It is actually different from the future sword energy.

The future sword energy left by the Saint Master is actually a sign of Anle's ability to control the energy of time, but now it can be used as a cover for Anle to use the energy of time.

Peace and joy are like this.

The energy of time is the trump card power he has. If others can come up with an explanation, it is naturally the best.

"If you think it is, then it is."

Anle said lightly.

When Gu Huangquan heard this, he let out a long breath, and a touch of relief gradually appeared in his eyes.

The bamboo sword Qingshan returned to his hand, and he killed Gu Huangquan with one sword. Anle also felt the tyranny of the energy of time.

Zhujian Qingshan seemed to be getting tired at this moment.

As the Lord of Qingshan, Anle can feel the fatigue coming from the sword. Obviously... it is not easy to withstand the energy of time.

Even a sword like the Bamboo Sword Qingshan cannot hold much.

This is just a ray of time energy. If the amount of time energy increases, Anle even doubts whether the green mountain will collapse.

The peace of white clothes beats the snow, and the green mountains are worn back to the waist.

Instead of looking at Gu Huangquan, who had lost his life and was completely dead, he looked at the firefly-like souls that spilled out after smashing the demon bones, and looked at Monk Huikong who was sitting in the deep pit.

"Master, these dead souls... will be left to you to save them."

Anle said.

"Amitabha, leave everything to the little monk."

The man in Lanke Temple was walking around, his eyes were bleeding, but there was a smile on his pale face.

Gu Huangquan's death made him feel relieved.

The death of a demon will naturally be of great benefit to the people of the world.

"Thank you."

Monk Huikong put his palms together and bowed.

Anle had already turned around, his sleeves of white clothes flying, and walked slowly towards the fourth mountain master's soul clone in the distance.

"Master, there is no need to thank me. I have a great heart and it is my duty to eliminate demons."

Monk Huikong smiled, the corners of his lips curled up, and he began to chant Buddhist scriptures to save these dead souls like fireflies.

After a person dies, his soul becomes as small and weak as a firefly between heaven and earth.

An Le walked in front of the fourth mountain master's soul clone. The fourth mountain master's surging soul looked at An Le and smiled slightly: "The fourth mountain master, Li Xuanji."

The name of the owner of the fifth mountain is Gu Haitang, and the name of the owner of the fourth mountain is Li Xuanji...

Anle's eyes flickered. The process of climbing the seventh mountain was actually a process of getting to know several other mountain owners.

Taking over the incomplete Mountain Lord Order suspended in front of the graceful figure of the Fourth Mountain Lord, Anle clasped his fists and bowed.

Then he walked out of the checkpoint area set by the fourth mountain master and continued climbing.

Gu Huangquan's death was like a pebble dropped in a long river, causing a few insignificant waves.

Halfway up the mountain, Gu Naihe, with his plump waist and hips swaying, took the incomplete Mountain Lord Order from the fourth Mountain Lord. Suddenly his delicate body trembled, his long eyelashes trembled, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"He's dead, why did he die...Should I avenge you? Forget it, let's celebrate for you. Congratulations that you are finally dead." Gu Naihe murmured to himself.

His white palms clapped gently, he hummed a tune deep in his memory, danced his body, and walked towards the higher reaches of Fusong Mountain.

Gu Huangquan was the eldest grandson of the emperor of the Western Liang Kingdom. He died on the way to climb the Seventh Mountain, which naturally caused quite a stir.

Lin'an Mansion, within the imperial city.

The emperor of the Zhao family sat on the throne, his brows furrowed.

"This boy... can already kill the Seven Realms with his own strength."

Qin Lishi also took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, what you should be concerned about at this moment should not be this son's combat prowess, but what you should be concerned about is whether the death of the eldest grandson of the Western Liang Emperor will arouse the anger of the Western Liang Prince and the Emperor. It became an excuse for the crazy father and son to attack Da Zhao."

The emperor of the Zhao family sat on the throne, slowly closing his eyes and rubbing his eyebrows with two fingers.

After thinking for a long time, he said slowly: "You are determined to promote an alliance between Xi Liang, Dali and Da Zhao, so as to jointly fight against the increasingly powerful Yuan and Meng Empire."

"Gu Huangquan's death is an opportunity... Go to the Canglang River in person, bring a copy of my edict, and allow the ghosts and kings of Hell in Xiliang to set foot in the territory of Zhao to avenge Gu Huangquan..."

The Emperor of the Zhao family slowly opened his eyes and said.

Qin Lishi's face twitched.

He took this edict and went to the Canglang River battlefield, fearing that he would be stabbed by Li Youan's Qianbaidu sword!

Li Youan's Flying Tiger Army faced the crazy army of Xiliang and blocked the invasion of those powerful men from the Hell Palace in the Xiliang Army. As a result, Emperor Zhao directly relaxed the conditions and issued an edict to allow the ghosts of Hell Palace and the King of Hell. Entry...

As soon as the edict of the king of a country is issued, it is equivalent to agreeing to the entry of Gui Cha and the King of Hell. The national destiny of Zhao acquiesces to their entry. Previously, once evil people like Gui Cha and the King of Hell entered the borders of Zhao, they would inevitably cause trouble. The vigilance of the national destiny made it difficult for them to hide their own qi, and Li Youan's Flying Tiger Army could quickly respond and stop them.

But now, with the permission of the imperial edict, natural entry can hide the aura. You must know that the kings of hell in hell are all strong men in the nine realms. Without the vigilance of the national destiny, Li Youan may not be able to discover them all and stop them all...

How could Li Youan agree to this?

Whoever steps into this muddy water will be in trouble!

"His Majesty……"

Qin Lishi looked bitter.

"Qin Aiqing, if you complete this task, I will promote you to the position of Grand Master of the current dynasty. You will truly be second to none and above ten thousand people, sharing the fate of the Great Zhao."

In the dark Tianxuan Palace, the Emperor of the Great Zhao said with his eyes slightly open and closed.

"Besides, Li Youan is still a minister of the Great Zhao. He will not rebel, nor is it possible for him to rebel, because he does not have the ability to gather luck. Since he is a minister of the Great Zhao, my will... even if he is dissatisfied in his heart, he cannot hinder the operation of my edict."

"Don't worry, Li Youan will not kill you, and he will not have time to kill you. Compared to killing you, he would rather stop a few more ghost messengers and Hades of the Hell Palace."

"It just so happens that the ghost messengers and Hades of the Hell Palace have entered the country to assassinate Anle, which can delay Anle, this uncertain chess piece, for me."

"Will not interfere with my plan again."

The Emperor of the Zhao family rubbed his eyebrows.

On the White Jade Square, the weak Anle's sword brought a heroic spirit to the sky, breaking his plan that was determined to win, leaving a shadow in his heart.

The words of the Zhao family emperor really moved Qin Lishi.

The current Tai Shi is a first-rank official, which can be said to be the limit of the official position of the Great Zhao. As the Great Zhao emperor said, he is qualified to share the luck.

Why was the Dali national master able to step into the peak of the ninth realm and even touch the realm of the tenth realm and become a half-step nirvana after his legs were crippled by the Western Liang Emperor Gu Baijing?

It is because this national master has reached the extreme of his official position in Dali and shared the national destiny of Dali.

Why are practitioners still willing to become a courtier of the dynasty? It is because they can use the power of luck to strengthen themselves, feel the power of heaven and earth, break through the shackles and become stronger. Reading books

Prime Minister Bo Yan of Yuan Meng, King Ge Lie of Yang Di, and Dali National Master Lu Yishan, all of whom have the ability to transcend the world, why do they still want to serve as officials in the court and be subordinate to the emperor? This is the temptation of national destiny.

They plan to use national destiny to reach the highest and higher realm of cultivation!

To be in charge of a cultivation sect, to serve as an official in the court, and even to ascend the throne as an emperor... In fact, it is all for cultivation.

"Minister, obey the order."

Qin Lishi did not refuse again and obeyed the order.

However, Qin Lishi was actually a little confused. The emperor of the Zhao family did not get the heart sword. Did he have to take that step by force?

The fairy of immortal blood is not so easy to suppress.

However, Qin Lishi did not say much. He lowered his head, received the imperial edict, and then withdrew from Tianxuan Palace and rushed out of Lin'an Prefecture.

The emperor of the Zhao family leaned on the throne, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

Without the Heart Sword, the Tianshi Mansion chose Anle, and the five-hundred-year-old Purple Golden Lotus was also not in hand. In order to suppress the immortality of the immortal blood, the emperor of the Zhao family could only take a different approach.

Although it was very dangerous and there were more uncontrollable factors, but...

As the deadline approached step by step, this emperor who was extremely afraid of death... had to make his choice.

The night was deep.

Li Youan sat upright in the military tent, wiping the sword, and his soul leaped into the clouds, looking far away in the direction of Fusong Mountain, watching the world's geniuses gather in Fusong Mountain to compete for the position of the seventh mountain master.

Suddenly, he looked back at the other side of the Canglang River.

There was a surging black air, and there was a figure with a dead air in the distance. Behind him seemed to be a pile of dry bones stacked up to form a bone temple with blood flowing into a river.

A figure in a golden python robe, with his hands behind his back, a strand of white hair flying, and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Gu Chenglin, are you going to cross the river?"

Li Youan snapped his fingers, and the starlight wrapped in the sky, his body across the Canglang River, looked at the python robe figure walking out of the Bone Temple.

"My son Gu Huangquan is dead."

Gu Chenglin said coldly.

"Climbing the Seventh Mountain is a risky thing. If you don't accept it, go and find trouble with the Holy Mountain."

Li Youan said calmly with his sleeves flying.

Gu Chenglin grinned: "The Holy Mountain is so majestic, I can't afford to offend it, and the Western Liang Kingdom can't afford to offend it, but... I, Gu Chenglin, rarely have a son who is worthy of my attention. He gathered the magic bone, but died in Dazhao. I won't let the person who killed my son have an easy time."

"What if he becomes the master of the Seventh Mountain?"

Li Youan opened his eyes and looked at Gu Chenglin.

Gu Chenglin shook his head: "It is indeed powerful to be able to kill Gu Huangquan, but I think those geniuses on the Yuanmeng Falcon List are more powerful."

"Then let's wait for the result of the seventh mountain master to come out."

Li Youan said lightly.

Gu Chenglin laughed: "Okay!"

After the words fell, his laughing body suddenly sucked.

It was as if a tornado surged from Fusong Mountain. The souls who were being saved by Monk Huikong were immediately swept away by the tornado like a river flow, rushing towards the direction of Canglang River.

Among them, there was Gu Huangquan's twisted and terrified face...

In the end, these souls, including Gu Huangquan's soul, were swallowed by Xiliang Prince Gu Chenglin.

"My good son, return to your father's body. Your father will avenge you."

After Gu Chenglin swallowed Gu Huangquan and those dead souls, his extremely pale skin became even paler, and two slightly raised devil bone horns even grew on his forehead.

Li Youan watched Gu Huangquan's struggling and terrified dead soul being swallowed by his biological father Gu Chenglin, and couldn't help but spit out two words in disgust: "Madman."

Gu Chenglin wiped his mouth and laughed: "How can you become a demon without being crazy?!"

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Monk Huikong sat in the sunken pit, sighed deeply, and continued to chant Buddhist scriptures to the quiet forest, even though those dead souls had been swept away and could no longer accept his salvation.

Anle, who continued to climb the mountain, seemed to feel something. He turned his head and saw a terrifying tornado that spanned the night sky, sweeping away the souls of the broken demon bones and Gu Huangquan's soul...

It was like sweeping away a galaxy.

Gu Huangquan's screams and a laugh from the Canglang River even lingered between heaven and earth.

Anle frowned slightly, a hint of disgust emerged in his eyes, and he also uttered the same words as Li Youan: "Madman."

Turning back, he continued to climb the mountain. The mountain became increasingly steep, and the jagged rocks were stepped on by him.

On a large rock, there was a Yuanshen clone sitting cross-legged. That was the third mountain master.

The moonlight was cold, pouring down from the sky, reflecting the clone of the soul, which was white and even somewhat holy.

When Anle saw this mountain master, he immediately felt the Haoran sword energy that he had once transferred, and the Haoran sword energy that merged with the Qingshan sword energy, surging out involuntarily.

It seemed to echo with the sitting figure.

Anle looked at the soul of the second mountain master in surprise, as if the soul was completely formed by Haoran.

The soul of the second mountain master also looked over.

He nodded to Anle, as if to salute the Haoran sword energy in Anle's body.

Anle clasped his fists and bowed in response.

The rustling footsteps around him resounded, and the geniuses who passed the fourth mountain master level one after another came up the mountain.

And there were actually not many people left who could really reach the third mountain master.

Anle looked over, and the familiar people such as Ye Wenxi, Wang Qilin, Sima Pudu, etc., all did not appear, and were obviously eliminated.

The ones who really passed the test of the fourth mountain master and set foot here were Shao Guanyin of Ganye Temple, Daozi of Zhenwu Temple, Princess Gu Naihe of Xiliang Kingdom, and Tie Lie, Wotai, and Boqi of Yuanmeng Falcon List...

In addition, there was another person who surprised Anle, that was the innocent and romantic girl Ge Xiaoe of Yuanmeng Empire.

Because, this was a person who, like Anle, barely broke through the sixth realm during the climbing process, but climbed here.

Tie Lie was burly, and his eyes exuded extreme oppression. His eyes swept over Anle, Shao Guanyin and Daozi, but when he saw Boqi, Wotai and Ge Xiaoe, he was not too surprised.

Instead, he was slightly surprised by Tu Zhen's elimination, but that was all.

Tu Zhen was originally ranked last among them on the Falcon List.

Wotai stared at Anle with an undisguised fighting spirit. He had promised Ge Xiaoe that he would ask Anle about the content of Anle's conversation with the Saint Master. If Anle didn't tell him, he would beat Anle until he told him. Naturally, he was full of fighting spirit.

There were only eight geniuses left in the third mountain master's level.

The third mountain master stood up from the big rock and glanced at everyone calmly. He treated everyone equally, with righteousness and awe in his eyes.

"I originally set a test for you, but the first mountain master suggested that we temporarily change the assessment method, so before facing the test of the first mountain master... the rules of this level are still simple, continue to fight, and the winner will advance."

The third mountain master said.

As the words fell, four incomplete mountain master orders appeared in his hand.

It means that only four people can continue to climb the mountain and meet the second mountain master.

"I won't explain the rules any more. Next, determine your opponents."

After the third mountain master finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and each of the four incomplete mountain master orders was split into two again, turning into eight pieces, which burst out at the eight people respectively.

An Le raised his hand and grabbed the incomplete mountain master order that was cut, raised his eyes, and looked at his opponent...

Wo Tai followed the induction in the mountain master order and looked at An Le, grinning with a fanatical and excited smile.

"God help me!"

"Xiao E, I will definitely do what I promised you."

Wo Tai looked at Ge Xiao E, clenched the incomplete mountain master order, and his eyes were blazing.

On the other side, Tie Lie looked at his opponent, Xiliang Princess Gu Naihe, his eyes full of regret and loss.

He wanted to fight with An Le, but unfortunately, fate was not the right time.

He looked at Wotai and said, "Wotai, if you can kill him, kill him. I feel an insult to His Majesty from him. Don't leave him alive!"

"I know." Wotai responded excitedly.

Anle stood quietly in place. It seems that these Yuanmeng Empire's Falcon List geniuses have a strong murderous intention towards him.

Anle's eyes fell on Tielie. This man may have sensed something. The war puppet is a copy of the young Yuan Emperor. This man has the blood of the Yuan Emperor?

On the other side, Shao Guanyin's opponent is Boqi, and Zhenwu Guandaozi's opponent is Ge Xiaoe.

The opponents of the eight people are all determined.

The third mountain master raised his hand and knocked lightly. Suddenly, the vastness surged and fell down, dividing the eight people into four areas. Each of them could see each other's battle situation, but could not affect each other.

Anle and Wotai were in the same area.

The battlefield had just been divided. Wotai, who was wearing a sheepskin coat, almost condensed the fighting spirit in his eyes into a substantial stream of water.

Tie Lie did not make a move, but crossed his arms across his chest, staring at the battlefield where An Le was with his burly figure and serious eyes.

Gu Naihe had flaming red lips and a charming figure, but she did not care about being ignored by Tie Lie. She also looked at An Le, the boy who killed her brother, with sparkling eyes.

There was no hatred in her eyes, and there was even a hint of passion. She wished that her whole body could be integrated into An Le's body. Her uvula stretched out involuntarily and licked the corners of her lips.

Shao Guanyin and Birch did not compete, and they also chose to watch the battle.

Daozi and Ge Xiao'e naturally had no desire to take action. Ge Xiao'e also knew that he had no chance of winning. Instead, he watched the battle between An Le and Wo Tai with great anticipation.

Under the attention of all parties.

At the peak of Shuangliu Realm, Anle stared at the sheepskin jacket on his body and threw it up suddenly. Under the jacket, there were densely packed blades hidden.

The coat shook, and countless blades dropped down like dragon scales, densely intertwined, jingling, and under the sudden pressure of Wotai's palm, they came overwhelmingly towards Anle to cut meticulously.

The mind and energy contained in each blade are extremely powerful, like ferocious wolves on the grassland!

Vaguely, there seemed to be an earth-colored dragon vein power intertwining around his back, amplifying his energy, blood and mind!

Emperor Yuanmeng had completely refined the eight dragon veins of the Middle Earth. The power of this dragon vein was directly fed back to all the subjects of the Yuanmeng Empire.

Geniuses gain more dragon vein increases!

At the peak of Wotai Shuangliu Realm, you can exercise your body and observe the sea of ​​qi, and practice the Shenxia Jue!

At this moment, the courage he displayed was much stronger than that of Gu Huangquan who was in the seventh level of body training.

Facing the dense flying knives, Anle tapped his finger, and the sword energy intertwined all over his body. Every ray of sword energy collided with the flying knives, causing a roar, and the sword energy and sword energy swirled wildly.

This blade is obviously made of special materials and is extremely strong. After withstanding the impact of the sword energy, it spins more violently and becomes even more powerful!

A look of surprise appeared in Anle's eyes, these blades actually condensed into a formation!

The nest is far away, with his hands forming seals, and a cold look in his eyes: "You are so confident that you stood still and let me set up the 'Waving Sword Formation'. Under the formation, all your attacks are just It will increase the power of the formation, and finally, the power of the formation will rise to a level that is difficult for you to resist!"

"You...will be killed by yourself!"

"Xiao Goose wants to know what you talked about with the Holy Master, so I will give you a chance to live and tell me the content of your talk with the Holy Master. In addition, I will show the puppet. I want to see what you are doing. The puppet...is related to His Majesty, I will let you live."

Wotai said lightly.

Anle glanced at Wotai, who was extremely confident, with surprise in his eyes.

An Le didn't say much. He mentioned the Bamboo Sword Qingshan. In his Dantian, the sea of ​​​​qi boiled, and the demon tiger vision appeared. With a sword, the pure heart sword intention melted into the demon tiger vision!

Just like a painting of roaring tigers and mountains and rivers painted in one stroke, the sword energy around Anle was like ink, crashing into the sword array.

The impact of the blade array suddenly inflated like an inflated balloon.

Wotai's eyes narrowed, and the power contained in this sword was actually comparable to the attack of a Seventh Realm practitioner!

This sword almost broke through the sword array!

Wotai took a deep breath, and in the Niwan Palace between his brows, the souls were fighting for their eyes, and their hearts were pouring into the sword array.

However, not enough!

Anle's sword was aimed at breaking the formation!

The glow is long, and Wotai, which is already at the peak of the six realms, at this moment, with the help of the surge of glow, lifts the body straight into the clouds, travels the world, and is free!

Having entered the seventh realm of refining the gods, he grinned, and his mind suddenly grew stronger, making it easier for him to control the Wave Sword Formation.

The formation was running, countless blades were clanking, the rotation speed was getting faster and faster, and the cutting air was shattered.

An Le's sword with all his strength was transformed into the power of the formation, and with double the sharpness, it slashed and suppressed An Le's body!

Wotai's eyes were cold, he clenched his five fingers, and the dense blade formation suddenly shrank, constantly cutting and devouring the space around Anle, like a death cage, shrinking little by little.

"I'll give you one last chance! You answer or you don't answer!"

He just wanted to make Ge Xiaoe's wish come true, that's all.

An Le's sword was fruitless, but his frown slowly relaxed: "I thought your formation could transform power infinitely. It turns out that the degree of power transformed is related to your god-refining cultivation... "

"In this case, if the power exceeds the limit that your god-refining cultivation level can bear, won't this formation be broken?"

Anle smiled.

At this moment, he did not choose to use the energy of time.

First of all, the energy of time has a burden on Zhujian Qingshan. In addition, Anle mobilizes the energy of time to fight against the enemy, which consumes a lot of the mind. The Holy Master once said that the power of time is very powerful, and it is one of the top powers in the world.

If Anle didn't have a light curtain, he wouldn't be able to mobilize the power of time at all, and it's understandable that it would consume a lot of money.

Of course, another reason is that Anle is now in the light curtain, and the time energy that can be collected for blessing has been exhausted, leaving only a ray of golden time energy extracted from the saint master. This ray of time energy... Anle I can't bear to use the waste of natural resources here.

The bamboo sword was thrown up from the green mountain, and Anle's finger pointed at the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows. The eyebrows opened and closed, and suddenly there was a long glow. The Yuan Shen, held up by the endless glow, opened his eyes and handed out the colorful glazed heart sword.

The Six Realm Heart Sword seems to be handed out from the mind space, overlapping with the Bamboo Sword Qingshan.

The demon tiger roars, the heart sword is glazed, and the sword intention is picturesque!

The three are intertwined, and at this moment, the sword light bursts out, brilliant and dazzling!

Before Anle handed over the sword, his mind moved, and the war puppet appeared directly beside Wotai.

Inside and outside... launched attacks at the same time!

Wotai turned his head suddenly to look at the burly war puppet that appeared out of thin air beside him. The pupils under the silver mask were filled with endless indifference. Just one glance made the blood circulation in Wotai's body seem to be cold.

A two-part spear as black as ink suddenly overlapped and merged into one, and one spear stabbed down in an instant.

Between life and death, Wotai roared, and the blood of the sixth realm broke through the shackles at this moment, moving the blood mountain and appearing around him.

However, the black spear hit the blood mountain, and the power in the spear was like a black thunder that could pierce the mountain!

Wotai was pierced through the heart by a spear!

At the same time.

Anle's sword also reached the limit of the wave sword formation. Wotai's mind and soul were severely damaged, covered with cracks, as if he was knocked down from the clouds of freedom to the mortal world.

The blood in his mouth sprayed out, and the whole person fell into endless confusion.

The heart sword overlapped the bamboo sword and the green mountain, and one sword became a mountain and a river, passing by in an instant.

Wotai's head flew high under the colorful sword light.

There was still confusion in Wotai's eyes. He didn't expect that he would die like this.

That black and mysterious puppet.

And Anle's terrible sword that was integrated into the heart sword...

They were all irresistible to him.

Behind him, the dragon vein power that was blessed, as Wotai's head flew up, the heart was pierced, and it collapsed and disintegrated in an instant.

And this dragon vein power that was about to disintegrate was swallowed up by the invincible golden dragon that emerged above Anle's head, and the invincible force became more and more high and majestic.

When Wotai's head flew high, it fell to the ground.

The whole Fusong Mountain was silent.

After the Qingshan flew back, Anle shook off the blood stains on it and wore it on his waist. In addition, the incomplete half of the Mountain Lord Order in Wotai also flew up and fell into his hand, merging into the half in his hand.

After finishing these slowly, Anle turned his head and looked at Tie Lie in the battlefield separated by the righteousness in the distance.

"If you want to know the content of my conversation with the Saint Master, it seems... you are not worthy."

"As for the puppet... I can let you see it."

ps: I have been typing with a notebook in my hometown for a while. I am not used to it. The writing may be a little awkward. I will be able to adjust it after I go back. Ten thousand words in two chapters. Please support me with monthly tickets and recommendation tickets!

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