Chapter 194: The Eight Realms of Body Forging, the Ancient Scripture of Opening Up the Great Dao, the Years [Asking for Monthly Votes]

A broken bamboo sword, at this moment, is extremely dazzling and dazzling. LAN

On the bamboo sword, there are dense golden scriptures interweaving and floating, like floating leaves, a green mountain appears out of thin air, stretching over the bamboo sword. In the vision, there are birds of fairy air, stone paths, and it seems that the blood of immortals is flowing. Under the mountain, the bodies of immortals are lying all over the field.

Anle is wearing a void armor and sitting cross-legged in front of a huge coffin that is like a rectangular bronze house. The strange scriptures engraved on the coffin echo the words on the bamboo sword, like a wriggling tadpole, emitting golden light, as bright as the morning sun.

This scene was seen by many people, and they were all shocked. Many people are actually not unfamiliar with this shabby bamboo sword.

For the first time, the eyes of the Yuan Meng Emperor showed shock. On his burly body, eight dragon veins intertwined and entangled, like a fairy belt, flying in the air.

He threw out a punch, smashing the aging real dragon, and the extremely solid dragon scales collided and entangled with the silver chain.

"How did this bamboo sword appear here?"

"If I remember correctly, this bamboo sword...isn't it the sword of the little guy named Anle?"

The Yuan Meng Emperor murmured.

Zhao Huangting once fought with him with this bamboo sword. At that time, he didn't remember Zhao Huangting, but only remembered this bamboo sword that he couldn't crush.

Later, Zhao Huangting ignited Nirvana when his time was up, and came across the Canglang River. In the end, he fought until his cultivation was completely gone. When he was waiting for death, a young man came from the flat ground, holding a broken bamboo sword, and saved Anle in front of him.

The young man even inspired a wisp of the emperor's true spirit from the bamboo sword, which made him look forward to and sigh.

Therefore, Emperor Yuan Meng was very impressed by the bamboo sword Qingshan.

And now, this bamboo sword actually appeared here, doesn't it mean that the young Anle also appeared?

This silver-armored figure who was covered in silver armor, suppressed many Ten Realm practitioners, and stepped on the spiritual platform first, is Anle? !

Emperor Yuan Meng's eyes were deep, and after experiencing the unbelievable that was difficult to cover up, a fierce look emerged.

What kind of cultivation is Anle... He actually appeared in the battle of a group of Ten Realm powerhouses.

It's like a young bird, competing with a group of hawks!

This kid actually planned to snatch food from the tiger's mouth? !

The aura of Emperor Yuan Meng became stronger and stronger, and his forward speed accelerated. The combat power of the peak of the double Ten Realm made him almost unmatched in the tomb.

Other Ten Realm powerhouses joined forces to barely restrain Emperor Yuan Meng, and now, the appearance of Anle aroused the anger of Emperor Yuan Meng, and gradually became unstoppable.

On the other side, in addition to the shock of Emperor Yuan Meng, other practitioners also recognized the bamboo sword Qingshan. Lan

This sword is really too recognizable.

It was passed down from the hands of the old uncle Zhao Huangting to Anle's hands. Now the sword is here, which means that Anle people are also here.

For sword cultivators, the sword is there, and such a precious sword is absolutely impossible to rent to others.

"This bamboo sword... is the one coming really Anle?!"

The old Tianshi sat on the purple air golden lotus, his Taoist robe fluttering, floating in the center of the lake composed of spiritual liquid, his beard and hair fluttering, with incredible colors flowing.

The shadow sword around him turned into three, and the sword energy was like a tide. The old sword saint who was defending the whole body was also dumbfounded.

As the old sword saint of Jianchi Palace, a sword cultivator and land immortal, he was naturally very sensitive to the breath of the sword. If Anle was covered under the void armor, the old sword saint could not recognize it, but when the bamboo sword Qingshan appeared, Anle's sword intent and sword energy could no longer be hidden, which explained Anle's identity. Lan

"As expected of Anle, he must have got the chance related to the Mohist master. The performance of the Great Space Avenue is definitely not what Anle can show. With the help of such a master of the Great Space Avenue, Anle may really be able to snatch food from the tiger's mouth and get the great opportunity of the Ten Realms battlefield first!"

The old swordsman was full of emotion.

The Lord of Hell Mansion, Gu Baijing, the Lord of Xiliang, and other Ten Realms strongmen were also stunned, and then their eyes showed fierceness.

In addition, there was another figure with an extremely complicated expression.

Yan Tongshu, the former first mountain master with a fairy-like appearance, had his Taoist robe flying and stroked his beard and hair lightly. There were mysterious symbols in his eyes, and the complex emotions in his eyes were difficult to conceal.

"Variables... As expected, there are variables wherever you go."

"Inside the Emperor's Tomb, the opportunity in the Ten Realms Immortal Ancient Battlefield is enough to change the pattern of the outside world, so this variable has appeared, and only such a variable can change the established results." Lan Yan Tongshu sighed, but his eyes were also flashing with more and more brilliance.

The more evil and monster An Le behaved, if he could really help Da Zhao and reverse the fate under the variable, the more benefits he would get.

This is the root of the practice method he is involved in, and he is destined to stand on the opposite side of An Le.

There are nine silver chains, and only one of them is being fought over.

That is the old monster covered under the void armor, controlling the chain that An Le's body walked through, leaving steps and marks, so the rest of the people, as long as they choose to follow the steps of this old monster, can naturally break through the rune array mechanism engraved on the silver chain.

The control over the state of mind of those in the tenth realm is much higher than that of those in other realms, because they are very transcendent. The strong men in the tenth realm control the will of heaven and earth and condense their own avenue. They are first-class figures among the immortals on land and are ethereal and extraordinary.

Naturally, the state of mind quickly adjusted and stabilized from the shock brought by Anle. Lan

Lan Ke Temple, Ganye Temple, and Lianhua Temple, the three Buddhist temples all have ten realms of strong people entering. The monk wearing a cassock is the True Buddha of Lianhua Temple. The ten realms of Lan Ke Temple are old monks with a breath of time all over their bodies. The old monk is wearing a bright yellow monk's robe, and his face changes constantly, sometimes old, sometimes young, and sometimes a child.

The ten realms of Ganye Temple are a female Bodhisattva, with a touch of cinnabar on the forehead, which contains extremely rich spiritual power. Just a glance at it will make you feel dreamy, as if the world is shrouded, with countless heart swords intertwined, crisscrossing the world, cutting the soul.

The ten realms of the three temples are naturally extraordinary and very powerful.

The ten realms of Taoism are the master of Zhenwu Temple and the old Tianshi. The two are not ordinary ten realms. The two Taoist sects have been passed down for thousands of years and have been fighting each other for a long time. They both have trump cards at the bottom of the box and have the power to kill.

A tenth realm master also came from the Dali Zhaixing Sect. He was an old antique who was not far from death, but his strength was not bad.

The eyes of these tenth realm masters were almost condensed into substance. They no longer focused on Anle. They stood on the silver chain, looking from afar and moving their eyes to the coffin and bamboo sword, watching the ancient scriptures surging out!

"This is an ancient scripture!" Lan

"A very ancient scripture! Extremely good! Maybe it is a great opportunity to break the eleventh realm!"

Many tenth realm masters had extraordinary vision. Just by taking a look, they felt the good atmosphere exuded by the ancient scripture.

In fact, just based on the origin, it can be guessed that it is good. How can the scriptures engraved on the coffin of the peerless emperor and the close-fitting sword he wore be ordinary?

Obviously, the peerless emperor is looking for a successor to pass on this scripture.

Only those who get the bamboo sword Qingshan have the opportunity to get this ancient scripture!

Golden scriptures emerged from the coffin and from the bamboo sword and green mountain vision. Each word was out of order and floated in the air.

Anle sat in front of the coffin, raised his head, stared at these ancient scriptures that were like elves, floating in disorder. The scriptures that jumped out from the bronze coffin were disordered and scattered, but they had a unique mystery.

And the scriptures that crawled out from every inch of his skin seemed to echo those elf-like words, pulling the scriptures to be added to himself.

In the Niwan Palace between Anle's eyebrows, his mind shone brightly, the rays of light surged, interweaving into a strange light curtain, and it seemed that there were mysterious symbols floating and sinking.

Ding!

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound!

Under the guidance of Anle's mind, a floating golden word suddenly made a crisp sound, was drawn from the floating air, and slapped Anle's body fiercely!

The golden words were like inlaid flesh, and cracks appeared around the areas where the words and flesh were attached, and blood flowed out uncontrollably.

Anle's flesh was definitely not bad, and after refining the Mountain and River Cauldron, it was extremely strong, even stronger than some first-grade magic weapons.

However, at this moment, the scriptures were attached to him, like being branded by a branding iron, and it was simply difficult to resist and contend with.

Anle even heard the sound of his skin burning, "hiss, chih, chih" resounding, extremely creepy!

These scriptures seemed to have turned into a ball of fire!

One by one, the scriptures were pulled and attached to Anle's body, leaving marks, making Anle's flesh feel unbearable, almost shattered and collapsed!

The flesh and blood were about to explode into pieces!

Under the Void Armor, Anle's forehead was sweating profusely, and the sweat beads that came out were as big as the little finger, rolling down constantly.

This kind of pain is worse than death. It is the pain of the flesh extending to the soul level. Ordinary people would have died of pain long ago. It is unbearable.

Lan Ke Anle gritted his teeth, his will was like a rock, and he endured the torture of the integration of the scripture.

There were more and more cracks on the flesh, and the whole person seemed to be covered by black cracks like a spider web, and his appearance was hideous and terrifying!

Blood flowed out from the cracks of the ruptured muscles, but even with the blood, the golden scripture was difficult to cover.

"The scripture seal script casts an extraordinary body. Your Majesty also walked this road in the past. The ancient scripture is extraordinary. Those who can carry the ancient scripture must undoubtedly have amazing talents."

"Little guy, if you feel that you can't bear it, give up. Half of the ancient scripture is enough for you to walk out the back road. You can't bear the complete ancient scripture. It's not a good thing to bear the seal script."

The voice of the old monster resounded from Anle's mind.

The tone was solemn, as if to let Anle think calmly and not be too impulsive. LAN

However, Anle did not answer him, or he was no longer interested in the old monster's reminder.

The scripture was right in front of him, and the complete ancient scripture had been pulled. How could Anle give up?

Since the peerless Emperor Ying Qin of ancient times could do it, how could he not do it?

In the pillar, the mountain and river tripod trembled, as if there were strange images of mountains and rivers, as if the heaven and earth opened up were suspended in the air.

Anle sat cross-legged among the strange images of mountains and rivers, like a dream.

Blood was spurting, and the cracked flesh was bleeding continuously, but he remained calm and endured the ancient scripture imposed on himself!

Woo... Lan

Above the void armor, the skinny body of the old monster emerged. It was a body of the primordial spirit, with emotion, appreciation, and a hint of expectation in his eyes.

As for what he was expecting, perhaps he was expecting Anle to be able to collect the complete ancient scripture and achieve the performance of the peerless emperor ten thousand years ago.

The Void Armor separated from Anle's body, revealing Anle's constantly cracking flesh.

The treasure tree grew on Anle's shoulder, but it was wailing in agony, making a scream that could not be concealed.

"It hurts, it hurts so much!"

"Let me go, I would rather die than suffer this torture!"

"I am just a tree, why do I have to endure this suffering?"

The treasure tree howled miserably, and the scriptures attached to Anle's flesh. There was a faint golden flame burning under the treasure tree. The flame climbed up the branches of the treasure tree, making the leaves of the treasure tree ignite golden flames.

One person and one tree, the appearance was too miserable, as if they would be burned to ashes in the flames at any time.

However, in the burning flames, they resisted unyieldingly and never died.

The true scriptures are not afraid of fire, and in the strange flames, it seems that the true scriptures are complete little by little in Anle's body.

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"This ancient scripture... is not something that ordinary people can bear!" Lan

"An Le carried this scripture in his flesh. There was no anomaly in half of the scripture, but when he put together the complete scripture, it was as if the Heavenly Dao did not allow the scripture to exist. The suffering he suffered was not much weaker than the disaster of the Ten Realms!"

"That golden flame... although different from the fire of Nirvana, it was also extremely good. The mind felt as if the mind was about to be burned, and the avenue was about to be burned to ashes under the flames!"

On the silver chain, many powerful Ten Realms who were fighting to cross the river were shocked when they saw this scene.

Is that ancient scripture so terrifying?

However, the more terrifying it was, the more excited and trembling the Ten Realms practitioners were, because it meant that they might really have touched and found a great opportunity to break into the Eleventh Realm!

In this era of weak practice, the Eleventh Realm is as difficult as ascending to heaven. They may not see hope in their entire lives.

But today, in this ancient tomb, seeing the young man refining the ancient scripture and glimpsing the hope of the eleventh realm, how can I not be excited! Lan

"This ancient scripture must be obtained!"

The Lord of Hell, a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes and exuding the ultimate dignity, said in a deep voice.

He began to walk forward on the silver chain. He no longer chose to move forward slowly, but rushed through the gate angrily.

The silver chain trembled, whipping the innate spiritual liquid in the lake, causing the spiritual liquid to evaporate, like clouds and mist, extremely dreamy and ethereal. On the chain, the ancient symbols were activated, accompanied by clanging sounds, turning into various formations and mechanisms!

The space seemed to be cut into a crack, and the ancient mechanism that had been sealed in the space for thousands of years was triggered.

There was a bronze crossbow cart standing behind the crack, and the cold crossbow arrows exuded a strong demonic aura and a terrifying breath of death.

This crossbow arrow was made of the bones of a tenth-level demon king, engraved with ancient symbols! Lan

The crossbow arrow shot out, making the Lord of Hell Palace, who was stronger than chains, stand on end, but when he made the decision to force his way in, he was already mentally prepared!

In the palm of his hand, there was a miniature palace, wrapped in a band of blood, and countless dead souls wailed in pain in the palace.

The palace was thrown out by the Lord, and the majestic mind impacted, and the shadow of the palace grew larger and collided with the crossbow arrow!

Countless dead souls were annihilated, but the power of the crossbow arrow was also consumed.

The Lord of Hell Palace had a solemn face and took this opportunity to move forward!

Dang!

With a crisp sound, the crossbow arrow pierced the ground of the palace fiercely, and with a bang, the symbol on the crossbow arrow was activated, and the symbol expanded and replicated, sweeping around in an instant. Lan

The palace shook, countless dead souls were annihilated, and even the ground was torn open with a hideous crack.

The Lord of Hell Palace looked pale, although heartbroken, but for the opportunity of the ancient scripture, he had to sacrifice his foundation!

Hell Palace is also a powerful force that has been passed down for a long time. Even before the birth of the Qin Empire, in the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought, it was brilliant. In that era, it was called Yin-Yang School.

The Lord of Hell Palace, with the help of the palace treasure, constantly resisted the secret art of the mechanism. Although the palace was worn out, it supported him to move forward continuously. He actually caught up with the Yuan Meng Emperor and followed closely in his footsteps.

He wanted to climb the mountain platform and peek at the ancient scriptures at a very close distance. On the silver chain, he could see the scriptures on Anle's body like flowing fire, but he could not capture the text of the scriptures emotionally, as if it was shrouded in a hazy fairy mist, making it difficult for him to peek at the true scriptures.

The other ten realms were hesitant, gritting their teeth, and all took out the trump cards at the bottom of the box, intending to break through the obstruction of the silver chain.

They also knew that instead of continuing to slowly replicate the path of the silver-armored figure, it would be better to forcefully break through the mechanism and formation of the silver chain. Lan

Although there may be danger, it will allow you to access the ancient scriptures faster!

Boom!

The Yuan Meng Emperor glanced at the Lord of Hell behind him, ignored him, and strode forward.

The Qingshan Bamboo Sword, plus the scriptures on the coffin of the First Emperor... even the Yuan Meng Emperor was moved.

He knew that the scriptures were definitely related to breaking through the eleventh realm!

"I entered the mausoleum, and the fundamental reason I wanted was the ninth dragon vein. By refining the ninth dragon vein, I can achieve the eleventh realm, but... this ancient scripture is extremely extraordinary, engraved on the coffin of the First Emperor, maybe it is an opportunity to break through the twelfth realm!"

The Yuan Meng Emperor was burly, and his aura was like the sun, shining brightly, dispersing the fairy mist rising from the innate spiritual liquid, like two spotlights, tearing through the mist and shining directly on the bronze spiritual platform. Lan

The old dragon guarding the spiritual platform let out a dragon roar. This was a pure-blooded true dragon, and even a dragon king. In its heyday, with its majestic energy and blood and powerful strength, even if Emperor Yuanmeng wanted to suppress the opponent, it would not be so easy. !

But now, after guarding the tomb for thousands of years, and eroded by the years, this true dragon no longer has its full strength, its vitality and blood have declined, and its combat power has dropped sharply.

Emperor Yuanmeng became more and more domineering and unbridled. With one punch, the power of the dragon's veins surged. The old dragon screamed, and its scales burst and flew. However, there was no dragon blood flowing in the body, because the old dragon's energy and blood were exhausted and it was difficult for him to survive. There was blood spilled.

The Dragon Clan is a long-lived race, having the same origin as the Monster Clan, and has a long lifespan, which can reach thousands or even ten thousand years.

However, this true dragon was already quite old when it was buried in the tomb. Now that it is reborn, it has withstood the erosion of thousands of years and is already too old to resist.

Emperor Yuanmeng struck out fiercely, hitting the old dragon's scales that cracked constantly, and bits of nearly dried dragon blood spattered out.

On the spiritual platform. Lan

The skinny soul of the old monster is suspended above Anle's body, unwilling to interfere with Anle's refinement of the ancient scriptures.

At this moment, seeing the scene of Lao Long resisting with all his might and loyalty, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"With the tomb opened, the opportunities His Majesty left to the world will naturally disappear. Don't stop them. Let them come and leave yourself a good death."

The old monster said softly.

Emperor Yuanmeng hit the old dragon's head with one punch, breaking an old dragon horn that was as old as rotten wood. If it had been in its heyday, this dragon horn would have been absolutely sharp, like a heavenly weapon!

The old dragon was bleeding, but the huge dragon body did not obey the old monster's wishes and retreated away.

Suddenly, Old Long's mouth trembled, making sounds, and uttering human words. Lan

"I have been guarding Old Dragon for thousands of years, how can I give up now? Your Majesty spreads opportunities, but Old Dragon still wants to continue my loyalty!"

Old Long said in a deep voice.

"In the last moment of life, continue the glory of thousands of years ago, and continue the promise of the dragon clan of that era!"

A low voice sounded like that of a dying old man.

The old dragon roared, but did not retreat. He continued to rush towards Emperor Yuanmeng. The broken dragon body and dragon scales were broken and intertwined with blood stains. This strong man who was buried in the tomb from the outside world was extremely evil. He had refined the power of the eight dragon veins and would definitely become the hero of the world. , but the old dragon still chooses to fight to the death!

"Compared to the dragons of this era, the dragons of thousands of years ago had much more true feelings."

Emperor Yuanmeng said softly with his vigorous hair flying. Lan

"In that case, I'll give you a good time!"

Emperor Yuan Meng dropped his hand on his waist and raised it violently. Suddenly, there was a terrifying sword energy, like magma erupting from a boiling volcanic crater, rushing into the sky, and then falling densely into the world!

The old dragon was slashed in the center by a sudden flash of brilliant sword light. With a cry, the old dragon fell into the great lake of spiritual liquid.

The dragon's head floats on the surface of the lake, and the dragon's eyes look towards the direction of the coffin and the coffin, feeling a little relieved.

"Your Majesty, Lao Long has fulfilled his duties."

"After thousands of years, the old dragon is tired and exhausted..."

boom! Lan

Big waves arose in the lake of spiritual liquid.

The old dragon's body then sank into the bottom of the lake of spiritual liquid, and with a cry of winter, it lost its breath.

All the strong men in the ten realms around them were silent, feeling inexplicably desolate. Even those in the ten realms of the dragon clan had lost their powerful power over the years, no longer overbearing and unparalleled, and eventually died with their energy and blood exhausted.

Many people present saw their ending and fate and lamented in their hearts.

Lord Hell Mansion stood behind Emperor Yuanmeng. Seeing the domineering Emperor Yuanmeng slaying the dragon, there was a solemn look in his eyes, and he felt more pressure.

He moved his eyes and stared at the dragon corpse lying silent at the bottom of the pond. Suddenly, he had a bold idea to refine the dragon corpse at the bottom of the great lake of spiritual liquid.

However, as soon as his idea emerged, his hair stood on end, and his soul seemed to be locked. Lan

He looked at the skinny old man on the altar, whose body was filled with peace and happiness.

The old man's empty eyes seemed to be burning with faint will-o'-the-wisps, staring at him and seeing through his thoughts.

If he dares to refine the dragon corpse, he may encounter a catastrophe.

Therefore, the Lord of the Hell Palace did not dare to move anymore, holding the palace palace filled with blood in his hands, on guard.

Emperor Yuanmeng holds a scimitar in his hand and steps forward with a peerless posture, like mountains moving and rolling, he is unparalleled in dominance!

Winter winter winter!

On the silver chains, ancient symbols were intertwined into a splendid formation. However, over thousands of years, the power of the formations had worn away, and they were all broken by Emperor Yuan Meng. Lan

Crossbow arrows made of demon bones shot out one after another, and vaguely, in the cracks in the space, there seemed to be a peacock-shaped crossbow, just like a peacock spreading its tail!

This is the ultimate work of the Mohist magical mechanism!

Even Emperor Yuan Meng became vigilant at this moment. He swung his scimitar. The sword light thrown out by this treasure-level scimitar was like a waterfall, interweaving in front of him, blocking one after another crossbow arrows. It was made of demon bone. The crossbow arrows were intertwined with runes as brilliant as lightning, and exploded instantly.

Emperor Yuan Meng stood on the silver chain, and countless thunderous fireworks suddenly exploded around him!

Seeing this scene, many strong men in the ten realms were frightened and frightened.

If they were to stand in the position of Emperor Yuanmeng and be attacked and killed by the Mohist magic machine, they would probably be at least seriously injured, or even risk death, and they would no longer be able to climb the spiritual platform to seize treasures and fight for opportunities!

However, Emperor Yuanmeng was truly worthy of being the genius of this era. The brilliant sword light exuded the ultimate mystery, and the power of the eight dragon veins spread out, and he walked out of the killing field of the peacock machine crossbow intact. Lan

"Thousands of years have worn away the power of this mechanical crossbow. Otherwise, Gu Huan would really be injured and bleed."

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes were deep, and there was no obstacle in front of him. His burly body stepped forward, and his powerful energy and blood swept away the remaining crossbow arrow runes.

He finally reached the end of the silver chain, stepped out, and landed on the bronze spiritual platform.

In an instant, the entire spiritual platform trembled, and the spiritual liquid below the spiritual platform seemed to be boiling and transpiring, turning into pillars of air that poured down and stood up. It was as beautiful as a lotus wrapping the spiritual platform!

When he stepped onto the spiritual platform, Emperor Yuan Meng's expression changed slightly. He did not look at An Le who was meditating on the ancient scriptures, but stared at the huge bronze coffin.

The power of the eight dragon veins in his body was stirring uneasily, as if a real dragon was roaring!

If it were placed in this world, it would definitely cause the earth to shake, mountains and rivers to collapse, and rivers to change their course! Lan

"The dragon's veins are restless...the ninth dragon's veins are in this spiritual platform!"

Emperor Yuanmeng thought of something, his eyes sparkled, he was so surprised!

In an era when his cultivation was exhausted, he was gifted as a monster, but could not find a way to reach the eleventh realm. In desperation, he had to choose the path of refining dragon veins, but without a dragon vein, he was still stuck. The peak of the ten realms, the eleventh realm in half a step, it is difficult to take that crucial step that seems to break the rules of heaven and earth.

Now, he sees hope and has found the ninth dragon vein. The future is right in front of him!

The old monster was skinny and bones, sitting in the void above the spiritual platform. The cracks in the surrounding space were intertwined, almost disappearing into the cracks, and no longer showing his body shape.

He looked at Emperor Yuanmeng who stepped onto the spiritual platform, his energy and blood were like a furnace, and his sword energy was like the sun. His sunken eyes looked at Anle, and he sighed slightly.

"It still failed." Lan

"After all, the cultivation level is still too weak... If you have the cultivation level of the Tenth Realm, step into the extraordinary, the body's quality will change, and it is not impossible to carry the ancient scriptures with the body, but now, it is still a bit behind."

The old weirdo sighed, the miracle never happened after all.

The origin of that ancient sutra is too mysterious, mysterious, powerful, and extremely ancient. He once heard Emperor Ying Qin say that the ancient sutra may be a spiritual scripture from an even older period, and it is the source of the sages of the human race who led the rise of the human race in the barbaric era. The founding scripture.

Even if it is passed down, it needs to be divided into upper and lower parts, with the bamboo sword, Qingshan and the First Emperor's coffin as carriers respectively, in order to record the complete ancient scriptures.

Anle may really have the talent and qualifications to comprehend, but unfortunately... he came too early, his cultivation is insufficient, and he cannot carry the complete ancient scripture!

boom!

Emperor Yuanmeng's heart was agitated, and the dragon's veins were vibrating and being pulled. Lan

In the spiritual platform, it seems that the ninth dragon vein is about to be born, as if it is about to burst out from the coffin!

On the silver chain, many practitioners of the tenth realm were shocked, and some even looked anxious, fearing that Emperor Yuanmeng had really obtained the power of the ninth dragon vein, breaking through the bottleneck of the eleventh realm, and achieving transcendence in cultivation!

By that time, no one will be able to resist the power of Emperor Yuan Meng!

However, the ancient runes and mechanisms on the silver chains showed their power. When targeted alone, they were unable to break through as fiercely as Emperor Yuanmeng. They were entangled and struggled to move forward, very slowly.

When the prince of the hell palace faced the final pinnacle of the Mo family's mechanism, the divine crossbow that spread like a peacock's tail, he was still entangled and unable to break open, even if he had the palace treasure in hand.

On the spiritual platform, Emperor Yuanmeng is unparalleled, with vigorous hair flying, shirtless upper body, bronze skin shining, muscles like a horned dragon, containing explosive power, entwined by the power of dragon veins, like ancient gods and demons coming to the dust.

Without paying attention to the ninth dragon vein that was pulled by his energy and was about to emerge from the bronze coffin, Emperor Yuan Meng's eyes shifted and fell on An Le who was sitting on the ground with a treasure tree growing on his shoulders and scriptures all over his body like burning fire. Lan

He stared at the ancient scriptures on Anle's body and read them. However, what shocked him was that given his level, the readings were extremely obscure, which was a bit incredible.

His eyes were bright, and he became more and more aware of the value of this ancient scripture. It might really contain the secret of setting foot in the Twelve Realms!

The scriptures and texts leaping in the void were attached to Anle's body one by one. Anle's body cracked, and the scriptures burned like golden fire.

Emperor Yuanmeng also tried to read and capture the scriptures suspended in the air, but even though his powerful mind was beating, the scriptures were not attracted at all and remained unmoved.

And those scriptures were messy and disorderly, and he couldn't see through them. He could only observe the complete ancient scriptures through Anle's physical body.

But even if you observe An Le's physical body, it is not easy to get the ancient scriptures, because the scriptures are constantly squirming on An Le's body, confusing the order, and it is impossible to get the complete scriptures, even the first half. Sort it out.

"You can't kill this son. This son has the body to seal ancient scriptures, but he can't be killed." Lan

"If you want to kill him, you have to wait until he carries the complete ancient scripture on his body and completes the arrangement, the moment when the scripture appears in the world, and then captures the complete scripture before taking action. Otherwise, the ancient scripture will be destroyed. The gain outweighs the loss.”

Emperor Yuan Meng frowned slightly, thinking.

However, Emperor Yuanmeng raised his head and looked at the skinny old monster and asked: "A soul has such terrifying energy. Your Excellency... was it in the eleventh realm in its heyday?"

The old monster stared at Emperor Yuan Meng with his empty eyes.

When he sensed that Emperor Yuanmeng would not kill Anle for the time being, he gave up the need to take action.

"A handful of old bones are about to perish and disappear into the world. They were once in the eleventh realm, so what?"

The old monster said softly.

The Yuan Meng Emperor's eyes sparkled. This was the first living Eleventh Realm he had seen after the Saint Master!

"The soul left the body and lived for ten thousand years by self-sealing and sleeping?"

"What a trick."

The Yuan Meng Emperor exclaimed sincerely, shocked by the other party's fantastic ideas. You know, even if it is a tenth realm strongman, the life span is only based on the six hundred years of the ninth realm, plus two hundred years, which can live for eight hundred years. It is not ruled out that some strongmen have special secrets and can live for another one or two hundred years to make up a thousand years.

However, to say that you live for ten thousand years... is simply impossible.

The monster race has a long life, but it is also a luxury for the monster race to live for ten thousand years. It is extremely rare. Ten thousand year old monsters are rare treasures.

There may be ten thousand year old monster masters in Kunpeng Mountain. Those ten thousand year old monster masters are also at the end of their life, like old dragons, with their blood and qi dried up, and their life is not long. They dare not fight fiercely. Lan

"Strange tricks are not worth mentioning. Being strong is the foundation." The old monster said with a smile.

The Yuan Meng Emperor did not hurt An Le, and he was happy to talk with this hero in the era of declining cultivation.

However, the two did not talk for too long.

Suddenly, they all looked at An Le, who was sitting in front of the coffin, with scriptures all over his body like fire. There was a look of surprise in their eyes!

An Le's mind was sinking, and the scriptures turned into chapters. One by one, the scriptures were branded on his body, like a flame burning his body, making him painful.

However, An Le did not choose to give up because of such pain. Lan

He tried his best and showed all his means.

In the Dao Fruit Space, [Emperor] and [Eternal Prodigy] Dao Fruits appeared one after another. The two Dao Fruits were like big stars, sprinkling shining starlight, alleviating An Le's pain, and also improving An Le's understanding, pulling the scriptures to brand his body faster.

Even when Anle gritted his teeth and the scriptures burned his body like flames, he was constantly pulling his blood and qi out of his body, burning it with the flames of scriptures, tempering his blood and qi, and tempering his body!

Among the five internal organs, the ancient monster five animals roared and helped him share the scriptures.

The scriptures combined with the ancient monster five animals caused the five animals to collapse and reorganize again.

After a dozen consecutive destructions and reorganizations, the ancient monster five animals appeared again, all with brilliant scriptures. The scriptures were no longer limited to covering the skin surface, but also reflected inside.

Boom!

! Lan

Anle's blood and qi surged and intertwined behind his body.

A mountain of blood and qi covered with scriptures floated behind Anle. The mountain of blood and qi attached to the scriptures seemed to add a bit of ancient breath, like a mountain across the vast world!

Magnificent, vast, and magnificent!

Strange phenomena!

An Le's flesh body was engraved with scriptures, and his muscles were cracked, but his blood became stronger and stronger. His cultivation of the Seventh Level of Body Refining and Blood Moving Mountain was completely pushed to perfection!

An Le's cultivation of soul refining was baptized by the will of heaven and earth in the Mo family mansion before, so he stepped into the Seventh Level of Soul Refining and Perfection, and was only one step away from the Eighth Level of Divine Journey.

Now, the body refining has also reached the Seventh Level of Perfection.

At this point, An Le's soul refining and body refining are both perfect in the Seventh Level, and he is only one step away from the Eighth Level!

The Eighth Level of Body Refining is the God's Coming, and the Eighth Level of Soul Refining is the Divine Journey. They are all related to the will of heaven and earth. It is necessary to comprehend the will of heaven and earth and use the will of heaven and earth to baptize the body and mind before the transition can be achieved!

This is a very important realm!

Starting from the Eighth Level, it really involves the will of heaven and earth and the realm of Tao!

Of course, the cultivation of the Eighth Level is just a simple comprehension of the will of heaven and earth, the transfer of the God's Coming, and the use of the Divine Journey. The God here is the will of heaven and earth.

If you want to step into the ten realms, you need to control the will of heaven and earth, transform and condense your own avenue.

This is also the reason why the ten realms are called extraordinary. LAN

This is also the reason why Anle can fight against the nine realms in the double seven realms, but cannot fight against the real nine realms in the late and perfect strong.

Because in the late nine realms, you need to start to figure out your own avenue, and when the nine realms are perfect, you need to condense the prototype of the avenue.

Like Zhao Huangting, his avenue prototype is the sword, the sword intention is the way, the bamboo branch, the fragrant grass, and the young man's travel, the three-style poetry card sword moves contain Zhao Huangting's avenue prototype, but the avenue prototype is not the avenue, the power is improved, but after all, it is limited.

At this moment, Anle's body forging was pushed to the perfection of the seventh realm by the ancient scriptures. He can clearly feel that his current body... is simply unable to carry the complete ancient scriptures. If he continues to maintain the perfect body forging in the seventh realm, the wish to gather the complete ancient scriptures will definitely fail.

He must break through the seventh realm, step into the eighth realm of body forging, and lead the will of heaven and earth to add to his body. Maybe he will have the opportunity to bless the complete ancient scripture on his body! Anle gritted his teeth, his whole body cracked, not a single part was intact, the scripture was as brilliant as the fire from the sun, burning brilliantly, if he continued, his body would surely collapse, inch by inch, and explode into hundreds of pieces of broken flesh. In this case, Anle no longer hesitated, and rushed! Lan He stood up and wanted to grab the bamboo sword Qingshan stuck in the ground, but the embarrassing thing was that he couldn't pull out the Qingshan bamboo sword at all. The bamboo sword was nailed on the spiritual platform, and a strange phenomenon appeared, as if it had taken root. Anle had no choice but to glance at the treasure tree on his shoulder, raised his hand and broke off a branch of the treasure tree, and the branch became three and a half feet long, with green leaves fluttering on it. "Ah! I'm going to die! The scripture burned the tree, and Brother Le, who pitted the tree, broke my branch! Kill the tree!" The treasure tree howled miserably, as if it was suffering from endless inhuman torture.

An Le couldn't care about him at the moment. He was panting and his whole body was covered with cracks and cracks. He used the treasure branch as a sword and danced with the sword intention that he had comprehended, the mountains and rivers with a pure heart!

There is sword energy surging in the physical body!

At this moment, the Tongshen Sword body bursts with energy! Lan

The sword intent swept across, and every pore on the cracked body, under the fire scriptures, was emitting sword light. The sword energy was like a rainbow, like haze, and like a vast ocean!

The will of heaven and earth was really drawn, and it was as majestic as the Milky Way pouring down, and even showed its true form!

boom!

The happiness of sword dancing bathes the will of heaven and earth, as if the sword dancer is reflected in time and space.

Qi and blood trembled and surged, and the intertwined mountains of Qi and blood rose from the ground, supporting An Le's body, straight into the sky!

The sword dancer formed by the condensed will of heaven and earth stands on the top of the Qi-Blood Mountain, dancing the sword as if a god who masters the sword has descended!

Using the will of the sword to inspire the will of heaven and earth, and even lay the path to a happy future, may be the way of the sword. Lan

However, just when Anle himself thought that the way of the future would be the way of swordsmanship.

In the Dao Fruit space, each Dao Fruit trembles like big stars.

Years of Taoist Fruit [Tongshen Sword Body]

��, [Eternal Wizard], [Emperor], [Fearless Heart], etc...

All the reflections actually appeared, hanging in the sky above Qixue Mountain, just like the stars reflecting the figures dancing with swords on the top of the mountain.

In the Niwan Palace, the trickling vision of the long river of time rushes out, hanging like a rainbow across the top of the Qi Blood Mountain, and the stars reflected by the Taoist Fruit of Time shine brightly in the long river of time!

Anle stood there, trembling all over!

The will of heaven and earth blends into the long river of time. Lan

Let Anle understand that the avenue he will master in the future may be... not only the sword, but also another avenue, the avenue is called years!

However, this is a road destined to be difficult and rugged.

boom!

!

The energy and blood in Anle's body suddenly surged, and the energy in the originally overwhelmed body surged wildly!

In the Niwan Palace, the long river of time reflected the Daoguo stars, and the mind also realized the surge and soaring. The colorful glazed Heart Sword rose up, bathed in the mind, reflected the long rays, merged with the will of heaven and earth, and transformed into the Eight Realm Heart Sword. , traveling through the visions of the long river of time, like a fugue!

At this moment, Anle's physical training and spiritual training have both entered the eighth realm of cultivation!

The peace and joy of dancing with the sword on the tree branch suddenly stopped, and she stood there, her breath surging. Lan

The spiritual liquid around the spiritual platform suddenly evaporated and was drawn by Anle, gathering around his body like a whirlpool, constantly integrating into his body and nourishing his body!

Anle opened his eyes, his eyes filled with auspicious light. He stared at the golden ancient texts floating out from the coffin.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his mind was suddenly covered like a big net!

boom!

The remaining dozens of ancient texts have been snared one after another!

Dang, Dang, Dang!

The words of the ancient scriptures hit Anle's body, and the sound of gold and iron clashing exploded, like the roar of ancient bells, the long drums at dusk and the long bells in the morning! Lan

As soon as Anle stepped into the eight realms of fugue, his physical body suddenly exploded again, creating countless dense cracks, like porcelain that was about to break.

However, even if the body is full of cracks, it cannot hide the radiance of the complete ancient scripture that is as bright as the scorching sun!

Dazzling and dazzling, it’s like the Buddha molded into a golden body!

The sunken eyes of the old monster floating in mid-air showed a strange color and a hint of confusion...

It actually succeeded?

This boy actually managed to break through the realm barrier and set foot in the Eight Realms when his body was about to be broken!

Freak! Lan

Emperor Yuanmeng was also shocked, but after the shock, his eyes flickered, staring at Anle, who was covered in golden light, showing a touch of surprise!

"I don't want this ancient scripture anymore!"

Emperor Yuanmeng's energy suddenly surged like a mountain and a tsunami, and he stepped towards Anle.

However, as soon as he took a step, his steps suddenly stopped.

In the center of the spiritual platform, the coffin, which was as huge as a house, suddenly trembled.

On top of the bronze coffin, the huge coffin lid suddenly exploded. After rolling violently, it fell hard on the mourning platform, making a thunderous roar that shook the entire spiritual platform.

Inside the coffin, the ninth dragon vein looks like a real dragon. Lan

Accompanied by the dragon's roar, it rises into the sky!

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