Chapter 176: The Imperial Family's Background, the Semi-Immortal Emperor Zhao Taizu, Qin Lishi Finally Takes Action, and Murderous Intent Fills Lin'an

Bodies lay scattered on Qingbo Street, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The heavy rain continued to fall, making the entire silent street seem a bit noisy.

In mid-air, one after another powerful men from Lin'an Mansion had complicated expressions, and there was surprise and shock in their eyes. They never thought that Anle could actually show such a powerful strength, and directly kill him with his six-level cultivation. Three thousand gold guards.

Those were the Royal City Guards. Compared to the Zhong Family Army, Ye Family Army and others were only slightly inferior. If we talk about the overall cultivation level, even the Ye Family Army and Zhong Family Army may not be as good as the Imperial City Jinwu Guards.

Because the quota to enter the Jinwu Guard is very precious. Most of them are appointed and sent by high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Lin'an. Practitioners who come from some high-ranking officials and wealthy families naturally have a much better foundation than ordinary practitioners. , much stronger.

The rain kept falling from high altitude, hitting the ground and causing circles of water splashes.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom looked very ugly. Is this the Jinwu Guard of the Imperial City? Being pierced by one person is not important, the important thing is... there is no fighting spirit at all.

Although there is a configuration of practitioners that is not weaker than the Zhong Family Army and the Ye Family Army, the only configuration left is the configuration. When it comes to real actual combat capabilities, a Ye Family Army team of 500 people can even annihilate these three thousand. Jinwuwei!

"It's too precious to live. Everyone is afraid of death. At the beginning, I could rely on the large number of people and the confidence to charge and kill. But when the companions around me started to die, I started to be afraid, and a sense of courage was released from my chest, and I didn't They have the desire to fight. After all, they are Jinwu Guards, have a good status, are born into a family that is not weak, and enjoy the glory and wealth of Lin'an. How can they be willing to die? "

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom sighed lightly.

Su Qingke, Song Ci and other powerful people in Lin'an Mansion around him all sighed.

Today, Da Zhao is facing too many problems. The wealth of the Bone-Crossing Ecstasy has indeed brought prosperity to Da Zhao, but the problems in the interior are intricately intertwined and have long since become the root of the disease.

Lin'an's prosperity is built on the pain of other states and cities.

There are many wealthy cities in Jiangnan, but the only ones who are wealthy are those who sit in high positions, who control most of the wealth and enjoy the glory and wealth they have created.

This is the freedom that Zhao brought to these people. No matter whether they are nobles or novices, they will eventually become walking corpses under the influence of ecstasy.

Many powerful people can see this, but what's the use?

Because they are the few people who control most of the wealth, they are not willing to let the current Great Zhao collapse.

Once the current Great Zhao is gone, what they will face is uprooted defeat.

Just like the Lin Mansion, the former Lin Guogong had a high position and was even able to obtain iron coupons for the elixirs stored in the octagonal eaves of the Dripping Water Fengbo Tower. He also erected a stone tablet and jade square in front of the gate.

What a glorious sight, and how miserable it was after the final defeat.

The practitioners who can enter Jinwu Guard are all people of small status, and they even spend a lot of money to get people into it and get an iron rice bowl.

Therefore, they cherish their lives very much and are not willing to die.

This is the case for the two vice-presidents at the peak of the Seventh Realm. The family spent countless resources and combined with their own talents to cultivate to the peak of the Seventh Realm.

...Looking at the Zhao Dynasty at the top of the Seven Realms, they are all among the strongest and can enjoy endless glory and wealth.

And once you die, there is nothing left!

Even... it was just for the reason of preventing Anle from entering the Ancestral Temple to worship the old imperial uncle.

They are not willing to die for such a reason...

Even though this order was issued by the Emperor of Zhao, but... the unwillingness to be wealthy and glorious in his heart has already overcome the pressure of the Emperor brought by the Emperor of the Zhao family!

The old sword master Pei Min stood quietly on the long street, leaning on the Shadow Sword. Rain fell around him, but it was sunny above his head, and not a drop of rain fell.

Seeing that Anle was unstoppable, he easily killed three thousand Jinwu guards, showing extremely domineering physical strength and extremely superb swordsmanship skills.

The three thousand Jinwu guards who were killed directly and easily were frightened.

I successfully set foot in the Ancestral Temple, took three sticks of incense and entered it.

The old man's eyes were shining, and his senses were sensing the physical training quality and performance displayed by Anle.

Integrating the Mountain and River Cauldron...

Even integrating some of the characteristics of the Mountain and River Cauldron with the physical body, the Fusion Art of War showed amazing excellence in this fight.

The old sword master was very moved.

Jianchi Palace is the most suitable force in the martial arts world to practice and inherit the art of war. Because Jianchi Palace controls Jianchi Lake, it is the best place in the world to forge weapons. There are many swordsmiths in Jianchi Palace, and they forged them. There are also many treasures.

While the disciples are forging weapons, they can also practice the art of integrating weapons into their bodies.

It not only improves the physical body, actual combat ability, and physical defense, but also improves the compatibility with weapons. You can go further in the process of forging weapons!

This is the benefit brought by Anlerong's Art of War!

The old sword master's vision was naturally vicious. He had heard An Le's description and felt that the Fusion of War Art was very good for Jianchi Palace. Now that he had seen with his own eyes the effect of the Fusion of War Art on An Le, he no longer had any doubts.

The old sword master knew very well that there was not much time left for him and Jianchi Palace. When he died, Jianchi Palace's inactive generation would inevitably lead to the decline of Jianchi Palace.

And Jianchi Palace controls a treasured land for forging weapons like Jianchi Lake, which has long been coveted by all the major dynasties, if he hadn't suppressed it with the attitude of a land immortal.

Maybe Jianchi Palace has been breached long ago.

After all, having Sword Pool Lake can create top-notch magic weapons. In war, it is so important for the growth of the strong!

Therefore, the old sword master knows very well that the current situation of Jianchi Palace looks good, but in fact it is full of crises.

He didn't know if he would get a chance to enter the Lishan Mausoleum during his trip.

If you can't get it...

He must find hope for Jianchi Palace in the few days left.

Now, hope has been found.

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In Tianxuan Palace.

Quiet, dull and even a bit crazy and angry!

"Trash! A loser!"

The emperor of the Zhao family sat on the throne and couldn't help but cursed angrily.

Seeing that the three thousand Jinwu Guards were killed by An Le alone, he was so frightened that he stopped besieging him and instead directly made way for An Le, which made him extremely angry!

"The Jinwu Guards are an army that the imperial court spends a lot of Yuanling Tongbao to train every year. They are my right-hand man! As a result, there is no blood at all. After a slight defeat, the entire army was defeated!"

…"Have all my Yuan Ling Tong Bao been fed to dogs?!"

The emperor of the Zhao family was very angry, this time not only because of Anle, but also because of the Jinwu guards who spent a lot of money to train.

The resources spent on cultivating and training three thousand Jinwu Guards every year are very huge. The result is such a performance, which really chills the emperor of the Zhao family.

Fortunately, the troops led by the generals of Zhenguo and Fuguo were stationed outside, and the soldiers and horses of Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu country were also considered elite, and they were not all useless like Jinwuwei.

Although the original purpose of the Zhao family emperor was to let the Jinwu guards hold back Anle and buy him time.

Before he even had time to summon his trump card, the Jinwu Guards were defeated...

"The Jinwu Guards are useless, but... Anle's performance is too monstrous. With the cultivation level of the Sixth Realm, one person can defeat three thousand elite soldiers, including three deputy commanders at the peak of the Seventh Realm. This growth rate is simply unimaginable."

The emperor of the Zhao family took a deep breath. He still remembered that during the test in front of the Chunwei Palace, Anle's cultivation level was not even at the double fifth level. In the Mountain and River Map, it was very difficult to face Qin Hua'an at the beginning.

But it has only been a while now, and Qin Huaan is facing Anle... He is afraid that he will be killed instantly.

It has already been left far behind.

"If this son is given some time to grow... I'm afraid he will be the next Emperor Yuanmeng!"

Zhao Tianyan, the emperor of the Zhao family, suddenly shuddered.

Thinking of the terror of Emperor Yuanmeng, the emperor of the Zhao family suddenly felt a haze in his heart.

He stepped down from the throne and bowed deeply in the direction of Phoenix Mountain.

"If you live happily, Zhao may die at the hands of this son... Taizu, please take action!"

The respect on Zhao Tianyan's face could not be faked. It was the first time in five hundred years that he was so respectful.

In order to completely nip the signs of Anle in the cradle.

It was rare for Anle to enter Lin'an. Even if the old sword master from Jianchi Palace was in charge, Zhao Tianyan planned to kill him forcefully.

On top of Phoenix Mountain, between the imperial mausoleums, the light that seemed to be an ever-bright lamp began to sway gently, and then there was a popping sound.

Lights went out.

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Above the White Jade Square.

Qin Lishi was speechless. Although he already knew the outcome, he still felt horrified when Anle really showed the strength to kill three thousand Jinwu guards by one person.

This child's growth rate... is too fast!

It's so fast that it's hard for one's sanity to keep up with the speed at which the cultivation base and combat power are increasing.

Today's Anle can only be killed reliably by the Ninth Realm. The Eighth Realm... even the peak of the Eighth Realm may not be able to kill Anle without using his trump card.

"What a beautiful person, with a really ruthless vision. He was able to help this child in need when he was still in his prime."

Qin Lishi had to sigh with emotion at Mrs. Hua's ability to recognize people.

Suddenly, Qin Lishi, who was now promoted to Grand Master and shared the fate of the country of Zhao, became much stronger and closer to the ten realms.

He raised his head and looked at the Phoenix Mountain behind the Imperial City. He could see that on the Phoenix Mountain, there seemed to be a vague existence awakening from a deep sleep.

"Is this the Zhao royal family's trump card?"

Qin Lishi murmured.

Today's emperor of the Zhao family is indeed full of courage. Qin Lishi thought that the emperor of the Zhao family would really continue to give in. After all, facing a ten-level land immortal, with his usual style of giving in, it was reasonable to give in.

...However, the emperor of the Zhao family is determined to kill Anle today.

"A powerful being has awakened in the imperial mausoleum...a land immortal? This pressure from heaven and earth seems to be from the Tenth Realm."

"There are also land immortals in the Zhao royal family?"

After Qin Lishi murmured, he couldn't help but feel horrified.

After all, this news... He really didn't know at all. If there was a land immortal in charge, why would Zhao Tianyan choose to move south when he learned that Emperor Yuanmeng had broken through to the Double Ten Realm?

It's not necessary. With the Ten Realms in charge and many peerless generals, it might not be impossible to fight against the cavalry of the Yuanmeng Empire!

Qin Lishi could clearly feel that the fate of the country of Zhao was fluctuating.

This fluctuation made him change his face again, because with the resurrection of that being, the fortunes of the country of Zhao actually increased, even to an extremely high level.

However, such a high level... made Qin Lishi unhappy.

Because this rise in national luck... is only temporary!

The higher you climb, the harder you may fall.

If this continues, his hope of breaking through the ten realms... will become increasingly slim.

Zhao Tianyan... tricked me!

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An Le, in white clothes as white as snow, killed his way from the end of Qingbo Street. Ten miles away, the bodies of Jinwu Guards were lying everywhere.

Now, he finally stepped into the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

He held three incense sticks in his hand, borrowed the fire from a candle, lit three incense sticks, and gently waved them to disperse the fire on the incense, and the smoke spread up.

This was the first time An Le set foot in the Imperial Ancestral Temple. He could vaguely feel an invisible pressure of will.

That was the spiritual pressure formed after the death of the powerful people of the Great Zhao royal family.

However, for An Le, who was now training in Zhujian Qingshan and was not afraid of the pressure of immortals, this spiritual pressure was useless.

An Le saw the tablet of Zhao Huangting, placed on it, and fireworks were flying.

The old uncle had already arranged his funeral affairs. Su Muzhe followed his instructions and everything was done in an orderly manner.

The Emperor of the Zhao Family intended to use Zhao Huangting's death to force Anle to enter Lin'an, so he did not do anything to Zhao Huangting's funeral, nor did he create any obstacles, so he still gave him the treatment he deserved.

After Zhao Huangting's death, the only remaining fire of Nirvana burned up and burned his body.

This was inevitable, and it was the only destination for the strong who failed to break through the Ten Realms, returning to heaven and earth under the fire of Nirvana.

Anle walked slowly and inserted three incense sticks on the incense burner.

The green smoke and birds seemed to blur the scene in front of him.

Anle sighed. He had very complicated emotions for this old man in the Taimiao who was both a teacher and a friend. On the one hand, he was grateful to the other party for guiding him to move forward correctly and firmly on the road of cultivation, and even gave him the bamboo sword Qingshan to give him an opportunity.

On the other hand, he also had some regrets. After all, he failed to find a way to keep Zhao Huangting alive and prolong his life.

Even a powerful being that has shown such great grace will eventually die one day, which makes Anle feel mixed emotions.

The higher the cultivation level is, the closer to immortality, the more afraid and fearful of death, but death will always come as promised.

Anle bowed solemnly and respectfully.

…Ending a fate.

Even a cultivator cannot avoid death.

Raised between the eyebrows.

In the Niwan Palace, the primordial spirit competed for eyes, and the powerful mind intertwined in front of the body, absorbing the majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and condensed into a white drawing paper in front of the body.

Anle picked up the bamboo sword Qingshan, used the sword as a pen, and the sword energy as ink to draw a picture of ink bamboo.

He knew that the old man in the Taimiao liked bamboo paintings, and this was the last painting he gave to the old man.

The sword energy is like ink, smudged on the drawing paper compressed by spiritual energy, and the circles and dots are scattered. The sword energy is sharp and sharp. It is lifted and paused, and it is even more majestic. The bamboo pole is straight and proud, but there are not many bamboo leaves on it, only a few scattered leaves, and the bamboo pole has branches scattered, showing the posture of a dead bamboo.

He then used the brush to draw the scattered fallen leaves.

Ink bamboo is originally an image. At this moment, accompanied by the slender rolling and falling ink bamboo leaves, a few strokes can depict the image of winter through the empty bamboo branches and the withered leaves.

The bamboo pole is straight, like a sword pointing in the distance, fighting a cold winter.

Anle put down the brush, the bamboo sword and the green mountain hum, and the sword energy is long.

This "Dry Bamboo Fighting Winter" was made to commemorate Zhao Huangting, to show the old man's heroic spirit and fearless and refreshing style.

With a click of his fingers, the painting of sword energy suddenly floated up, as if something strange had appeared above the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Reading books

Amidst the strange phenomena, everyone outside the Imperial Ancestral Temple saw it clearly.

It was as if an ink painting was slowly unfolding in the rain.

Withered leaves, proud bamboo, fearless of the cold winter, straight as a sword.

Although the old bamboo is withered, it is still determined, and it will fight a cold winter!

The sword palace between Su Muzhe's eyebrows opened, and countless swords were hung in the air. Seeing this painting, he was stunned, as if he felt Zhao Huangting's former heroism and elegance from this painting.

"If Huangting was still alive, he would definitely feel like he had found a treasure." Su Muzhe whispered softly.

Master Lin Si also sighed and was amazed.

Using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as paper, sword energy as ink, and bamboo sword as pen, painting withered bamboo fighting winter, showing the heroic style of old bamboo, it is really... wonderful!

As expected of Mr. An's painting, it is as stunning as ever!

The old sword saint leaned on the Chengying sword, his eyes sparkling, and looked up at the stunning sword energy Mozhu that was like a flash in the pan. He stroked his beard and took a deep breath.

"Good painting."

The painting interwoven with sword, sword intention and sword energy made the old sword saint admire from the bottom of his heart.

Liu Guanshi, Su Qingke, Song Ci and other strong men were all silent. At this moment, they even envied Zhao Huangting a little.

Anle's painting is indeed stunning. It is unimaginable for ordinary people to be treated like this after death.

With the opening of the tomb of the First Emperor, many strong men know that a great struggle is coming. They may not be able to have a good end. They may die tragically in the process of fighting for opportunities without knowing it.

Zhao Huangting went north to challenge the Yuan Mongolian Emperor to fulfill his wish, and won a great victory, leaving a strong and colorful mark in the world. He was able to return to Lin'an Prefecture where he had stayed for 500 years, and spent his last days in an ordinary way. In the end, he was also given the world's best ink bamboo painting by Anle.

Such an ending simply envied everyone.

...The old sword saint smiled, very satisfied with Anle's loyalty and righteousness. Anle's performance allowed him to safely hand over Jianchi Palace to Anle and let the disciples of Jianchi Palace follow Anle.

Suddenly, the old swordsman narrowed his eyes, a sharp flash flashed in his eyes, and turned his head to look at the imperial city deep in Lin'an, and the not very majestic Phoenix Mountain behind the imperial city.

"This aura... is it the tenth realm?"

"No, it doesn't look like the tenth realm."

"It really exposed its trump card. Facing the Yuanmeng emperor, it dared not use its trump card, but it dared to use it in front of me... It's really speechless."

"This Great Zhao is really getting more and more disappointing."

The old swordsman shook his head.

His inexplicable words made all the strong men present stunned.

Only Liu Guanshi, a strong man in the double ninth realm, and many great practitioners in the ninth realm of the soul, had a clear sense.

They looked up and could sense a terrifying aura reviving.

The will of heaven and earth was changing, and the rainstorm that fell from the sky became more and more majestic and fierce, as if the sky was crying, because the will of heaven and earth was affected.

One by one, the strong men were stunned, and then they were incredible.

Is this the Zhao royal family's trump card?

A hidden tenth realm?

But, such a trump card... was actually released in this situation, just to kill Anle, a sixth realm?

Is the hatred so great?

Many people were puzzled, and even a little shocked.

...

West Lake, Wanghu Tower.

Raindrops fell on the lake, like water drops constantly jumping on boiling water. Such heavy rain made the sky and the earth gray.

The crown prince Zhao Shenyan's cultivation was not too high. His talent was not as good as the second prince Zhao Pei. He only relied on being a few years older and having more resources to finally break into the sixth realm.

Therefore, he could feel the change in the pressure of heaven and earth at this moment, but he could not know what this change meant.

In the building, the mysterious man who was drinking tea smiled and said: "Can't you feel it? This is the foundation of your Zhao royal family. It's a pity that it was used here today."

"A tenth realm-level combat power is not a weak foundation."

The mysterious man said with emotion.

Zhao Shenyan was stunned for a moment, took a breath, and his face changed slightly. He knew that his father must have a trump card, but he didn't know what it was. He never thought that it was a tenth-level combat power.

"If Anle can be killed, then this trump card will not be wasted. Compared with the Yuan Meng Emperor... Anle is actually more terrifying, because his growth potential is actually stronger than that of the Yuan Meng Emperor."

"Time will tell you the answer."

The mysterious man stood up and slowly walked to the side of the railing, looking at the world in the heavy rain, and smiled.

"Zhao Tianyan, finally made a decision that is still clear."

Prince Zhao Shenyan looked at the mysterious man who walked to his side, but he was extremely respectful and did not dare to neglect it at all.

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In the Taimiao.

Anle finished painting, his face slightly condensed, he could feel the table full of spirit tablets trembling slightly, and each spirit tablet was shaking.

Invisibly, it seemed as if a pressure fell from the sky.

…The "Dry Bamboo Fighting Winter" painted by the sword energy above the Imperial Temple slowly dissipated and turned into countless sword energies, which were washed away by the heavy rain and the pressure of heaven and earth contained in it.

Anle looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, it seemed as if a pressure of heaven and earth turned into a beam of light, suddenly bursting out from Phoenix Mountain, and then fell fiercely, piercing Anle.

The old sword saint's beard and hair flew, his eyes widened, and the Chengying sword in his hand suddenly floated up. With a light knock, the whole city was shaking. Every long street with blue bricks and every alley with bluestone roads, all had sword energy rising up.

Countless sword energies rolled up the accumulated water on the ground covered by the heavy rain, rushing into the sky like a tornado, like a water dragon head, colliding with the energy falling from Phoenix Mountain.

Winter!

!

Invisible ripples of power spread out in all directions in a flat plane.

It hit the city defense formation of Lin'an City hard, and the entire formation was in turmoil. The spiritual cultivators who maintained the formation felt their minds fluctuating violently and almost lost control.

Everyone looked in horror at the direction of Phoenix Mountain in the imperial city.

This was a collision of the power of the ten realms. On Phoenix Mountain... there was actually a tenth realm strongman hiding? !

Impossible!

Many people were horrified. They had been officials in Da Zhao for so many years, but they didn't know such a secret.

But since they had such a foundation, why did they choose to move south?

On the glazed tiles of the imperial city, the emperor of the Zhao family ascended to the sky step by step, bowing and worshiping.

"Please help, Taizu!"

Zhao Tianyan, the emperor of the Zhao family, said respectfully and solemnly.

The voice was turbulent and resounding.

Then, on Phoenix Mountain, a figure with an ethereal aura slowly stepped out. The void seemed to be rippled, and under the feet of the figure, it was like a dragonfly touching the water.

Anle walked out of the Taimiao, and his white clothes fluttered under the powerful collision waves.

He frowned slightly and stared at the powerful figure walking out of Phoenix Mountain. That figure... made Anle feel a familiar feeling.

That feeling was like...

The will of the immortals that he had faced in Bamboo Sword Green Mountain.

"Immortal?"

Anle looked up and watched the descending pressure light column collide with the sword energy dragon wave rolled up by the old sword master, and couldn't help but murmured softly.

"Not an immortal, it should be called a half-immortal."

The old sword master put his hands behind his back, stepped down, and his figure instantly appeared in the sky.

In an instant, the majestic pressure of the ten realms spread.

Shang Zhuguo, Su Qingke and other Nine Realm experts who were originally suspended in the air were all suppressed and fell back to the ground, unable to move at all.

Every face showed shock.

This is the collision of ten realms...

For any practitioner, it is rare to see.

However, what surprised them even more was the "half-immortal" mentioned by the old sword master.

Even they, a group of Nine Realm experts, don't know much about these secrets. Perhaps they have not reached that level, so their knowledge is limited.

"Half-immortal means that the physical body has been transformed into an immortal body, but the refining god is still a mortal."

"This is called a half-immortal."

"A half-immortal is like a living dead, possessing the power of the ten realms, but the number of attacks is limited. Once revived and taken action, the soul that cannot bear the body of an immortal will inevitably collapse. Once the soul is defeated and annihilated, death is not far away."

…"Half Immortal, also known as the Void Ten Realm."

"Only a dead person can become a half-immortal."

The old sword master said softly, as if explaining to everyone.

"Because it is truly virtual, it is called the Ten Realm of Virtual Reality."

After the old sword master finished speaking, he really laughed.

Although the half-immortal does have the combat power of the Tenth Realm, but... the false Tenth Realm is just a lie after all.

The real Tenth Realm would naturally disdain such a living dead.

However, other people did not dare to look down upon him at all, they were all horrified and their minds were in turmoil.

Half Immortal...Ten Realm Combat Power!

If Da Zhao can become a semi-immortal, who will it be?

Could it be...the Zhao Taizu who founded the Zhao Dynasty? !

Liu Guanshi, Qin Lishi, Su Qingke and other practitioners from Shangzhu State were all horrified.

It was rumored that Zhao Taizu had already broken through the Tenth Realm, but in the end due to injury, the deadline for the Tenth Realm was advanced, and he finally fell into the deadline...

I never thought that I would become a half-immortal in ten realms, continue to live longer, and protect the great Zhao...

Many officials felt flustered and clasped their fists to perform official salutes.

The figure walking out of the imperial mausoleum in Phoenix Mountain was radiating light all over. On its body, there were immortal auras and birds, surrounded by clouds and mist, making it ethereal and otherworldly.

However, behind this mist, there is a pure aura of death.

"Zhao Taizu, you once ended the chaotic era of Middle-earth, founded the Great Zhao, gathered and sorted out the dragon veins, you are also a wise and powerful person, but you never thought that after your death, you actually chose to become a half-immortal and survive in the world. You are really... …such a pity."

The old sword master was calm and sighing.

The figure had his hands behind his back, and his white plain clothes were flying in the rain. Before the rain fell on him, it was already shattered invisibly, turning into a misty intertwining rain.

"Pei Min, after all these years, your words are still so harsh."

The dull voice was ethereal and echoed endlessly.

"We are seeing old friends." The old swordsman's beard and hair were flying, his sword fingers were close together, the shadow sword trembled slightly, and the sword energy hummed in waves, and he responded with a smile.

The glowing figure smiled and shook his head, and then his eyes fell on the respectful Zhao Tianyan, the emperor of the Zhao family.

"You invited me out just to kill someone from the Sixth Realm?"

The voice of the figure was a bit ethereal, but there was still some anger that a person should have in the ethereal voice.

"Still under the protection of Pei Min of Jianchi Palace?"

There was a hint of absurdity and speechlessness in Zhao Taizu's voice.

Zhao Taizu, who transformed into a half-immortal, is actually a dead man and cannot become an immortal. The number of attacks is also limited. Once used, he will completely disappear from the world.

Such power should be used when it should be used, and the result...

Zhao Tianyan actually called him out just to deal with someone from the Sixth Realm.

Zhao Taizu's soul swept through Anle. Even if he was covered by the bamboo sword and green mountains, he could see through Anle's cultivation level at a glance. He was in the middle of the six realms of physical training and spiritual training.

Just six realms...

How can you kill a chicken with a knife? !

Zhao Tianyan still said with great respect: "Taizu, this son is the Lord of the Seventh Mountain of the Holy Mountain and the bearer of the Mountain and River Cauldron. He has chosen to rebel against the Great Zhao and is a traitor to the Great Zhao. He has the ability to gather fortune and is a confidant of the Great Zhao." Serious trouble..."

..."Entering Lin'an today is a great opportunity. If we can eliminate it, Zhao will suffer less disasters in the future."

Zhao Tianyan took a deep breath and said seriously.

Zhao Taizu, who transformed into a semi-immortal, was stunned for a moment, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Then his eyes scanned the surrounding world.

The imperial city covers an extremely large area and is paved with glazed tiles.

The Phoenix Mountain rising from the ground behind the Imperial City.

In the heavy rain, the water of the West Lake is boiling...

The whole unfamiliar Lin'an City made his eyes waver slightly.

"Where is this place?"

Zhao Taizu asked.

Zhao Tianyan was at a loss for words. He never thought that Zhao Taizu's power would appear and he would actually care about this issue.

Shouldn't we help him solve his future problems?

"This is Lin'an, the capital of the Zhao Dynasty..."

"The Imperial Capital of Great Zhao?"

Zhao Taizu asked again.

Zhao Tianyan could only nod his head bravely.

"When did Lin'an... become the capital of the Great Zhao Empire?" Zhao Taizu's eyes narrowed, and the immortal energy on his half-immortal body surged with majestic pressure.

The rain hit Zhao Tianyan hard on the face, but he did not dare to use his energy to resist it. It only made him soaked all over, like a drowned rat.

"Taizu Zhao, let me tell you something. Five hundred years ago, you, a good descendant, did not hesitate to move south because Emperor Yuanmeng broke the Double Ten Realm. He crossed the Canglang River and completely left his hometown and gave up the land of China. All the eight dragon veins of the Middle Earth fell into the hands of Emperor Yuanmeng."

"Because the capital has been moved, the imperial capital is naturally no longer the imperial capital it once was."

The old sword master said.

Zhao Taizu, who transformed into a half-immortal, first had a look of disbelief in his eyes, and then the disbelief turned into complexity and emotion.

An invisible pressure fell on Zhao Tianyan.

He just heard that the opponent had broken through the Double Ten Realm, so he chose to give up the land of Middle-earth without fighting. Are these the descendants of the Zhao family?

"I transformed into a half-immortal, my will sank, I woke up again, and the world changed... Things change and people change, and time is not forgiving. The Holy Master once said that time is the most powerful force... I can understand it now."

Zhao Taizu said to Lonely with great emotion.

Although he hates that iron cannot become steel, Zhao Tianyan is his descendant after all, and is the emperor of the current Zhao Dynasty.

He transformed into a half-immortal, but he was actually a dead person. All the dead could do... was to continue to protect his descendants and the dynasty.

What could he do with such unworthy descendants on the stall?

A long sigh, full of helplessness and sadness.

The old sword master looked indifferently, but he didn't have much emotional fluctuations towards Zhao Taizu who had transformed into a half-immortal.

They have become half-immortals, and they no longer have a common language.

Zhao Taizu did not take action immediately. He put his hands behind his back and looked up to the north with his fairy spirit.

His eyes were spinning like stars.

At a glance, he seemed to be thousands of miles away and saw the mausoleum in Lishan Mountain that was entangled with the power of eight dragon veins.

"Is the Tomb of the First Emperor at the foot of Lishan Mountain open?"

"Is this era where ten realms are difficult to achieve finally beginning to end?"

"Unfortunately, I missed this era."

...Zhao Taizu shook his head in despair.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, and finally his eyes fell on An Le, and he began to carefully look at the young man who Zhao Tianyan wanted to kill even if he used his trump card.

Although he is not very old, he is already in the sixth realm and has extraordinary talents.

The body is strong, and even... has the energy of the Mountain and River Cauldron!

Zhao Taizu's eyes narrowed, and from Anle, he even felt a more powerful spirit of gathering luck than he had before!

No wonder Zhao Tianyan is anxious...

This boy... is indeed extraordinary!

The Zhao Dynasty moved south and lost the suppression of the Dragon Veins of China, which meant that its foundation was shaken. Even if it is suppressed by the national destiny, it can be seen that the national destiny is now weak and turbulent...

A person like Anle who gathers fortune is indeed a great threat.

However, Zhao Taizu felt that the greater threat... was Yuan Meng from the north!

With a cursory sweep of his soul, he could sense the Qi of the strong men in the Tenth Realm in the Yuanmeng Empire.

Except for Emperor Yuan Meng who is in the Double Ten Realm, Yuan Meng also has another Ten Realm Emperor!

Yuan Meng is the enemy!

Zhao Taizu sighed, a little unwilling to accept that his trump card was actually used to deal with a mere Sixth Realm cultivator.

There aren't many shots he can take.

Take one shot and one less shot.

If faced with a strong enemy, it may even completely consume all the remaining mental power.

The only consolation is that the Sword Master Pei Min did not bury his half-immortal power.

"Pei Min, the Lishan Ancient Tomb is open. You should also plan to enter it to fight for a chance. If you fail, you may also perish... In this battle, there is no need for you to waste your strength on me, a dead man. You We should reserve our strength to enter the ancient tombs and fight for opportunities, maybe we can seize the opportunity to break through the eleventh realm."

"So, hand over this little guy. Don't ruin your hope of breaking through the eleventh realm for a sixth realm."

Zhao Taizu said.

However, the old sword master smiled softly and tapped the Chengying Sword: "How can the opportunity of the Eleventh Realm... be compared to the danger of Anle?"

Zhao Taizu raised his eyebrows, never expecting Anle to have such a high status in Pei Min's heart.

No wonder Zhao Tianyan wanted to kill Anle.

Having the support of a person from the Ten Realms will indeed make it difficult to sleep and eat well. The Zhao royal family currently does not have the Ten Realms, and it is naturally not a good sign for the Ten Realms to support a new fortune-gatherer.

In the imperial capital, if you want to kill the other party, although it is considered a big fight, it is justifiable.

"Pei Min, you can't protect this kid."

Zhao Taizu said softly.

"This is the imperial capital after all, and there are too many strong men in the Nine Realms. You came to protect him personally because you wanted to take advantage of the power of the Ten Realms to take him away safely, but... you underestimated the power of Great Zhao after all. "

"I'm going to stop you with my half-immortal body, but you have to go all out."

"The remaining nine realms are enough to stop others. If another nine realm comes, we can kill him."

Zhao Taizu said.

As soon as the words fell, he disappeared into the air among the immortals. When he reappeared, he was already beside the old sword master.

He gently patted his palm, which was as crystal clear as jade and exuded a pure white fairy aura.

The body of a half-immortal, the power is terrifying!

The old sword master's beard and hair were flying, and the strong wind was blowing, and his linen clothes were clinging to his body. However, he did not retreat or avoid, and swung out a sword. In the sword, there were thousands of sword lights, like flowers blooming and falling!

...The palm of the hand collided with the sword light, and the dark cracks in the space intertwined inch by inch, swallowing up the rainstorm particles, tearing them into pieces, and exploding into howling rain powder!

The collision of the powers of the ten realms is already a confrontation between the will of heaven and earth.

The Nine Realm experts all felt an unparalleled sense of oppression, as if they were suffocating.

The old sword master snapped his fingers, and the Chengying sword split into three.

The sword light was like glass, one sword was Hanguang, one sword was Xiaolian, and one sword was Chengying.

The Xiaolian sword turned into a sword light and instantly swept, hanging around Anle, humming slightly, protecting Anle.

On the other side, Hanguang and Chengying swords turned into two sword energy dragons, soaring up, and with the half-immortal Zhao Taizu, they smashed the city defense formation of Lin'an Prefecture and killed it in the clouds.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the first doctor Zhu Huoxi and the second doctor Pang Ji, who were fighting with their souls, had already stopped fighting.

Seeing a land immortal and a half-immortal coming to kill, they all retreated politely and fell into the sea of ​​clouds.

The war broke out instantly!

Above the imperial city, the emperor of the Zhao family was drenched by rain, and murderous intent surged.

"Kill this kid!"

A cold voice came from Zhao Tianyan's mouth.

Many strong men looked at each other, and finally took action.

Su Muzhe stood up with a cold shout, the Great Evolution Sword Formation intertwined, the densely packed swords intertwined to outline the appearance of a female sword fairy, holding a sword to suppress the sea!

The Yuanshen formation was activated again, and many Nine Realms took action one after another to fight against this Great Evolution Sword Formation!

Liu Guanshi, the two great generals of Fuguo and Zhenguo, three top Nine Realms strongmen took action, and took advantage of the collision of the Yuanshen formation. Su Muzhe's mouth and nose were bleeding, but he was not afraid, and continued to shake the Yuanshen and suppress the sword formation.

On the other side, Lin Siye, Dali Temple Minister Su Qingke and Heiya Yazhu Song Ci fought again.

On the white jade square, Qin Lishi narrowed his eyes, and suddenly made up his mind. He took a step forward, and the spirit of the civil and military officials blessed him. He stepped on the raindrops and killed Anle.

Qin Lishi... couldn't help but go down to kill Anle!

He knew that this was the best chance to kill Anle, and he had to seize this opportunity. In addition... he also set his sights on Anle's invincible power that turned into a golden dragon, and wanted to use the invincible power to cooperate with the great Zhao national destiny and try to rush down to the ten realms!

This is his only chance!

No one had ever thought that the war would break out so suddenly.

But they knew that Anle was in crisis!

Anle thought that he could move freely in and out of Lin'an with the power of a ten-realm land immortal.

But he underestimated the determination of Emperor Zhao??? to kill him, and directly used the foundation of the ten realms. The half-immortal Zhao Taizu walked out of the imperial mausoleum, although this power could not be used too many times.

But this time, it was possible to stop the old sword saint!

Even if the old sword saint left a sword to protect Anle, what could it do?

There were too many strong men in Lin'an, enough to offset the power brought by this sword. In the end, as long as a ninth realm took action, Anle would have no way to go to heaven or earth, and could not escape even if he had wings!

But many strong men looked at Anle who walked out of the Taimiao, and found that Anle was facing such a crisis...

The expression on his face was terrifyingly calm.

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