Chapter 197: A Plan Spanning Thousands of Years, the Corpse-Turned Drought Demon Wants to Live Again
An arm suddenly stretched out from the ancient coffin. What a terrifying scene is this? scratch
Buried in the coffin was the first emperor who had unparalleled splendor thousands of years ago and dared to rebel against God. Although at that time, he was extremely powerful, swallowed up thousands of miles, and dominated the world.
However, tens of thousands of years have passed now. How can people who have been dead for tens of thousands of years be resurrected in the command room? Extending an arm again?
Is this to touch the human world and come back to life?
Or is the peerless emperor not dead yet? Want to be revived in this life?
No matter what the situation is, it is a very horrifying result for the world. The peerless emperor has been dead for ten thousand years and then resurrected. What terrible impact will it have on this era?
boom!
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His arms grasped the soul of the Lord of Hell. scratch
This powerful Yuanshen who has perfected the ten realms has survived three disasters. The fire of Nirvana, the God-breaking wind and the thunder of annihilation were all unable to damage his Yuanshen, which is enough to show his strength, but this strength But in front of the stretched out arms, he became extremely vulnerable!
An Le sat cross-legged, entangled by the chains protruding from the soul of the Lord of Hell, forming a cocoon. Wrapped in the cocoon, his eyebrows bloomed with brilliance, as if he could hear the surging and rushing sound of the long river of time. sound.
His soul was condensed, he traveled to the eighth level of divine refining, and understood the will of heaven and earth.
The vision of the long river of time became increasingly clear, because he understood the power of time from the will of heaven and earth. Perhaps he would create his own avenue of time in the future and become a practitioner who controls time.
Of course, there is only a prototype now, and it is still unclear whether it will be truly successful.
And Anle's physical body was tempered in the eighth realm, and he refined the second Mountain and River Cauldron. At this moment, he became extremely powerful. Coupled with the attachment of ancient scriptures, his physical body was enough to be called the most domineering among the ten realms. Flesh!
However, despite this, Anle was still helpless in the face of the oppression of the powerful soul of the Lord of Hell. scratch
That is the gap in strength. From the ninth realm to the tenth realm, it is a truly great leap, a transcendent realm.
No matter how evil Anle is, he might still be able to contend with the ordinary Ten Realms without being killed in an instant, but he really can't resist the powerful Ten Realms like Hell Mansion Lord who has survived three disasters. .
However, he couldn't stop it, but he could wake up the peerless emperor who had been sleeping for thousands of years to help.
After all, this is the emperor's tomb. Here, Anle actually has a lot of confidence.
boom!
Lord Hell's face was distorted and extremely horrifying. That arm grasped his soul. Even though his soul's power continued to vent and crashed into the palm, it could not shake it at all.
He could only watch helplessly as this arm squeezed his soul! scratch
That kind of unrivaled power made him despair, that was... the eleventh realm!
The exploding soul seemed to turn into a rain of light, and the surroundings were intertwined with the power of the mind, trying to condense and take shape again.
The power of the soul is invisible and invisible. It is a very special spiritual power and cannot be annihilated so easily.
The light and rain intertwined with the face of the Lord of Hell, but the fear on his face became more and more obvious, because a suction force broke out in the coffin, and his soul, which was grasped and exploded, was facing the inexplicable suction force. Pull, to be pulled into the coffin.
Once you are pulled into the coffin, you will know what you will face without thinking deeply. It will definitely be an extremely miserable result!
"No!"
The Lord of Hell roared, and powerful power burst out from his soul, as if he was vaguely trying to communicate with the underworld. scratch
However, a ray of sword light burst out from the coffin, slashing through it lightly.
The bridge connection that the Lord of Hell had established with the Netherworld was cut off without any suspense.
The twisted soul, wrapped in despair and panic, was pulled bit by bit into the coffin, and the protruding arm also retracted into the coffin.
Everything is calm.
Only the tattered body of Lord Hell was left standing there, with horror in his eyes.
The blood-colored chains that held An Le completely lost their power. Light burst out between An Le's brows, and the colorful glazed luster of the Heart Sword surged endlessly, cutting through the blood-colored chains.
Without the support of the Lord of Hell's Soul, the blood-colored Soul Chain was like a dry rattan. The power of the Heart Sword was as easy as cutting tofu, allowing Anle's body to regain its light. scratch
There was a shrill howl, and there seemed to be bloody light rain splashing over the mourning platform.
Finally, it fell into silence.
On the tattered body of the Lord of Hell, the remaining soul consciousness returned to the body, and thousands of fears appeared in his eyes.
He stared at the coffin and began to retreat without hesitation.
If you want to retreat from this place, stay away from the coffin, or even withdraw from this ancient tomb, you have no intention of pursuing the so-called opportunity.
Because his soul was cut off, the blood of the soul dyed the spiritual platform red and overflowed from the coffin, as if he had been eaten, the soul was chewed, and the blood of the soul was sucked dry.
An Le cut off the blood-colored chains, and his eyes flashed with brilliance. scratch
At this moment, he was actually a bit unreasonable.
He looked at the Lord of Hell who was about to retreat. His body was in tatters and was corroded by the ancient scriptures and was about to wither and collapse. The silver light around his body cracked.
In Anle's body, the ancient scriptures burned like golden flames, like a rising sun, and Anle was like a golden crow wrapped in the sun.
"Void Sanshou!"
An Le shouted, actually choosing this moment to attack the broken body of Lord Hell!
With the eight realms of cultivation, counterattack the ten realms of land immortals!
Of course, at this moment, the body of the Lord of Hell is broken, and his soul is dead. He is just a first-time land immortal who has cultivated his body, and is even a little unstable, and is vaguely about to fall to the lower ten realms. scratch
But after all, he has not fallen, he is still in the tenth realm!
When the Lord of Hell was retreating, his eyes showed scarlet red and madness when he saw An Le killing him!
This guy...is crazy!
Is the fox pretending to be the tiger's power?
He can't deal with the mysterious existence in the coffin, and he can't deal with you, a mere eight-level practitioner?
The gap between the Eighth Realm and the Tenth Realm is like a chasm. Even if his soul is extinguished, even if his land immortal body has been festered and broken, he can still show the power of the Tenth Realm, which cannot be suppressed by Anle!
"Death!"
Lord Hell's body's blood sprayed out, a surging power of the avenue emerged, and the long river of blood rolled. Every drop of blood contained the power of the will of heaven and earth!
The pressure of the ten realms swept across, causing a terrifying scene like a roaring mountain and a tsunami!
An Le was dressed in white and hunting, with golden light shining all over his body, like a golden crow wrapped in golden flames.
Void Sanshou, a total of five styles, is a secret skill learned from the Void Armor. It is extremely powerful. Anle speculates that it is an attack method left by the Mohist giants in the eleventh realm. It is extremely complicated and difficult to understand. .
However, Anle's talent is extraordinary, and Anle's compatibility of the Five Sanshou of the Void with the Five Birds of the Ancient Demon makes it easier for him to master. Now, he can skillfully stretch the Five Sanshou of the Void. The only difference is that for The understanding of the artistic conception of the secret technique is different.
Facing the furious Lord of Hell, An Le was content and fearless, his flesh body was brilliant, his golden flames were as dazzling as the bright sun, he stepped down and stomped on the spiritual platform, his muscles and bones roared, his energy and blood trembled, and there was a sound of gold and iron fighting!
The big palm formed by the intertwining of qi, blood and mind bursts out with brilliant silver light, and there is space power contained in it. scratch
The palm of the hand changes erratically, like a colorful demon tiger swooping out!
The Lord of Hell raised his arm that was constantly festering and losing flesh and blood, revealing the white bones. The arm was like a knife, and he slashed forward. The air was directly split open, and he collided with the Void Tiger Style Sanshou shot by An Le!
Apparently Lord Hell had also used a combat skill, just with his arms. The sword energy he unleashed was like the sword light of a very powerful swordsman, enough to slash a mountain!
winter!
The collision of the two major attacks, the release of the air waves, the exchange of blows between the Void Sanshou and the bloody sword light, were actually on par, and between the energy blending, they collapsed and eliminated each other!
Lord Hell's body trembled violently, and flesh and blood fell from his body faster and faster.
However, Anle Vukong's Sanshou was broken, but his eyes were still bright, and he did not give up. He strode forward, and sword energy spurted out from every pore! scratch
The sword energy is like a rainbow, like clouds, and like the vast sea!
In front of him, they intertwined to form an ink painting!
Heartfelt mountains and rivers!
Anle is now like a peerless swordsman, every hair on his body can burst out sword energy and sword intent!
This is Anle's strongest swordsmanship. After integrating the sword's will, stepping into the eight realms is like the arrival of a swordsman god.
The beautiful ink painting contains murderous intent, and he wants to kill the broken body of the Lord of Hell here!
Lord Hell's eyes were cold, fear and shock appeared in his eyes, and he was shocked by Anle's strength. scratch
After all, Anle did not use any trump cards this time. He used his own strength, Void Sanshou combat skills, and Chixinshanhe Sword Intent, which were his real abilities!
Therefore, this is what shocked the Lord of Hell the most. With cultivation in the Eighth Realm, he could resist the Tenth Realm!
Fighting in a larger realm is really terrifying!
Of course, Lord Hell also knows that the reason why Anle is able to do this is related to the fact that his own soul was cut off and his body was broken. Now he may be at the bottom of the ten realms.
But...no matter how he is at the bottom, he is still in the tenth realm after all!
There was an expression of disbelief in evil in the eyes of the Lord of Hell. He looked at Anle, who had a picture of mountains and rivers rolled up with ink sword energy. Around the broken flesh and blood, there seemed to be a vague shadow of hell.
He once again used his palm as a sword to summon the underworld vision and blasted it out brazenly! scratch
The sword energy collided with the sword energy, and the sword energy continued to collapse and collapse. However, the Chixin Mountain River Sword Intention struggled to resist, and there were vague signs of being cut open.
But Anle's vigorous hair is flying, his body is roaring, and the ancient scriptures are engraved on his body, and he is carrying them. But now, the body is Anle's most powerful means!
On the eve of the Sword Intention Mountains and Rivers map being torn apart, Anle's figure turned into a flying golden fireball.
He hit the sword force hard.
Two huge mountain and river cauldrons appeared from the ridge pillars, hovering around the body, endlessly surrounding, Anle seemed to be carrying the mountains and rivers to kill!
winter!
The ghost vision collides with the mountain and river vision! scratch
An Le, dressed in white and snowy, with flying black hair, and ancient scriptures engraved all over his body, approached the Lord of Hell, and used his Five Sanshou in the void to fight head-on with the Lord of Hell at close range!
An Le became more and more courageous as he fought, but the Lord of Hell's Palace became as powerful as a mountain collapse due to the death of his soul and the collapse of his physical body!
In the close collision with An Le, An Le's body was beaten to death!
There was a depressed look in the eyes of the Lord of Hell. It was a look of humiliation. How could he exist? He had been proud of the world in the ten realms, but today, he was actually physically touched by Anle and suppressed by a young man from the eighth realm. It is difficult to obliterate happiness with the physical body.
For him, these achievements are a lifelong shame. He will become a stepping stone for young people, just like a gust of wind, blowing young people straight to the top!
This is absolutely intolerable!
Anle's body trembled, and the two mountain and river cauldrons swirled around him, like two circling meteorites, carrying a mysterious force, with great force and force, like the suppression of mountains and rivers. scratch
Anle's eyes were bright and sparkling, his energy and blood roared, and the spiritual bones in his body filled with ancient scriptures trembled. He had a head-on collision with the Lord of Hell at close range, and his physical body was also shaken.
But the effect was very good, which surprised Anle.
This means that Anle will no longer be defenseless in the face of the Tenth Realm, and may be able to fight like a Perfect Nine Realm.
This is quite terrifying. To be able to do this with the Eighth Realm cultivation is as amazing as a myth.
The Lord of Hell's eyes were gloomy, and his power could crush Anle. His heart was filled with joy, and he knew that he could no longer be entangled with Anle.
After all, he has not yet understood what is going on inside the ancient bronze coffin, and whether he will attack again. If it happens again, he is afraid that he will really perish here.
His grand plan to achieve hegemony and bring Netherworld back to the world may be in vain. scratch
boom!
The Netherworld Palace beckoned and smashed towards Anle, emitting terrifying energy fluctuations.
However, because the Lord of Hell Palace was beheaded, the control over Netherworld Palace is no longer as powerful as before. The stimulation of the power of the magic weapon has a crucial impact on the user's cultivation.
Anle stared, but did not confront the Netherworld Palace Tower that was coming.
This Netherworld Palace is filled with the aura of Netherworld, and is not weaker than a third-level treasure like the Void Armor. Anle is now empty-handed. Unless he uses the Mountain and River Cauldron to fight against it, Anle is likely to suffer damage.
The Lord of Hell's heart was bleeding, and he was filled with rage. He felt that he was extremely gray and skinny at this moment, like a bereaved dog.
Buzz... scratch
Suddenly, the sound of sword chants burst out from above the spiritual platform.
Lord Hell's heart trembled, and a fear spread. He looked up and saw an arm protruding from the coffin. He didn't know when he grabbed a broken bamboo sword.
The sword energy suddenly rose, with the coffin as the center, like the vapor rising from boiling water. It was densely packed, like fairy air and birds, and seemed to be enveloped and intertwined by a unique field.
But he saw the hand holding the sword wave gently.
A ray of sword light spread out from the bamboo sword, instantly cutting open the space, like a crescent moon, tearing through the space.
Lord Hell's hair stood on end as the crisis of death completely enveloped his body.
"What kind of monster are you?"
"What are you? Is the First Emperor resurrected? Or is a new will born from the corpse?!"
The Lord of Hell's Palace roared with filial piety.
However, no matter how filial piety he shouted, the existence in the bronze coffin remained indifferent, and the sword energy finally approached.
Gong Que picked it up and violently collided with the sword energy!
winter!
The sword energy was brilliant, like a violent storm washing away. The long river of blood flowing out of the Netherworld Palace was cut off, and the endless bones and dead souls were purified by the sword energy.
This is an extremely domineering sword. The sword is so majestic that it seems to split the sky! scratch
The Lord of Hell was bleeding, and most of the flesh and blood on his body was shattered by the sword. The blood was splashed on the altar.
The Netherworld Palace was reduced to the size of a palm, its luster was dull, and it was smashed by the sword energy and fell onto the bronze spiritual platform. Sparks burst out and flew across the ground.
And the sword energy is like a dragon, moving forward indomitably and extremely domineering.
It's like the emperor said, "I'll kill you!" Don't disobey!
puff!
Lord Hell's body was extremely unwilling to give in, but there was nothing he could do in the face of such a sword.
The head flew high, blood surged like a pillar, the soul had long been extinguished, and now the body was cut off again. This legendary king of the hell palace, who stirred up the storm in this era and was one of the top peerless powerful men in the world, has fallen. scratch
An Le fell to the ground, his eyes were shining, and his whole body was burning with golden flames. In a flash, he appeared on the side of the Nether Palace that had been smashed on the ground. He reached out his hand and grabbed the Nether Palace.
There is no doubt that the Netherworld Palace is a treasure, and its grade is not low. The moment Anle grabbed the Netherworld Palace, he felt extremely strange fluctuations in his mind, following his palm, trying to drill towards the inner spiritual space of his Niwan Palace.
How could An Le let him succeed? He slashed with the Heart Sword, cut off this connection, and then printed the storage space seal, tearing out a huge space crack, and threw the Netherworld Palace into it. The location of the space mark can only be found He knew that this Nether Palace became his trophy.
The king of the hell palace died, and the palace of the underworld was lost.
All this happened between lightning and flint, from the time Lord Hell chose to secretly attack Anle, to Anle's counterattack, when he reached out his arm from the coffin that had been sealed for ten thousand years, chopped off Lord Hell's soul, and then killed Lord Fu. Physically, everything happens so fast.
The entire spiritual platform was silent, and the many ten-level warriors who were competing were dumbfounded, with chills spreading all over their bodies.
Some of them were shocked by the death of the Lord of Hell. This was a strong man who truly stood at the top of the ten realms. He had survived three disasters and achieved the perfection of god refining. As for the physical training, although he was only worthy of one calamity and ten realms, But he is also a genuine ten-level land immortal. scratch
Such powerful people were among the strongest among the ten realms present, only weaker than Emperor Yuanmeng who was as powerful as a tiger.
But such a powerful being was killed, his soul was cut off, his body was chopped off, and he completely fell into the tomb!
This tomb, which had been dormant for thousands of years, was called a place of opportunity after it was opened, but now it has become a veritable place of bloodshed.
Of course, what shocked and frightened many powerful people the most was the arm that stretched out from the coffin. Does this mean that the emperor who died thousands of years ago, that legendary figure, has revived and regained his life in this era of exhausted cultivation?
Even the Yuanmeng Emperor, who had united his soul and body and forcefully killed a descendant of an immortal, was extremely surprised and stared at the bronze coffin with sword energy surging like a tide.
Just as the Lord of Hell was puzzled, the Yuanmeng Emperor was also alert and terrified. After he killed the descendant of the immortal who used immortal blood, no one competed with him for the power of the dragon vein, but at this moment, he was not in a hurry to refine the ninth dragon vein, but stared at the coffin.
Many of the ten realms that were fighting in the distance also stopped. Scratching
The eyes of the old sword saint and the old heavenly master flickered, and they also felt a little horrified in their hearts.
What is the most fearful thing when entering a tomb?
Of course, the corpse buried in the coffin suddenly moves.
What is even more terrifying is that the buried corpse is an extremely famous figure, who was a peerless existence standing on the top of the mountains and rivers in the world when he was alive.
The female Bodhisattva of Ganye Temple, the Time Buddha of Lanke Temple, the World Honored One of the Lotus Temple, and the ten-level strongmen of the three Buddhist temples all stopped their actions, and the Buddha's light lingered around them.
Although they practiced different Buddhist teachings, they eventually turned to the path of Buddha, with Buddha's will surging and Buddha's light shining everywhere.
Gu Baijing, the Lord of Xiliang, watched the Lord of Hell die, but he didn't even dare to fart. He had long paid attention to the miserable situation of the Lord of Hell, but as a partner, he didn't dare to help. Scratching
Above the spiritual platform.
The space was broken inch by inch, and the old monster of the Mo family, who was wrapped in the void armor, showed a touch of excitement and shock in his deep sunken eyes, but at the same time there was a tension hidden in his eyes.
Another mysterious stone coffin with a strong aura also stopped.
The battle between the two eleventh realms was stagnant because of an arm stretched out from the bronze coffin.
The coffin in the center of the spiritual platform suddenly became the focus of the whole audience!
On the contrary, the scene of Anle, an eighth realm practitioner, fighting against the tenth realm Hell Lord in a bloody battle became insignificant.
Anle collected the Nether Palace and quickly retreated into the coffin.
Because, among those present, only he knew what the arm stretched out from the coffin was because he used the sword intention golden elixir of the First Emperor, which allowed the will of the First Emperor to be transferred from the stone figurine to the body in the coffin.
However, Anle was actually frightened in his heart. After falling for thousands of years, his body did not rot in time, wither in the years, and was still intact. The arm stretched out seemed to still be able to hear the extremely terrifying blood and qi fluctuations.
It makes people feel that this eternal emperor may not have died at all, but is just pretending to be dead.
A pair of extremely sharp eyes projected from all directions, locked on Anle and the bronze coffin.
These are the eyes of the ten realm strongmen. Anle, an eighth realm, accidentally entered the focus of the eyes and immediately felt a sense of sitting on pins and needles.
However, at this time, it is safest to be around the bronze coffin.
After all, Anle also knows that although he can fight against the Lord of Hell, it is because the Lord of Hell's body is broken and his soul has been cut off, and he is in the weakest state.
If you encounter a truly prosperous ten realm, it is still easy to overturn and be suppressed.
After a real fight, Anle understands the horror of a ten realm strongman.
That is a power that truly transcends the mundane and stands at the top of the world!
"Brother Le! Brother Le, save me..."
Suddenly, a scream exploded on the silent spiritual platform, and then the treasure tree that was severely damaged by the Lord of Hell turned into a stream of light and rushed over, howling like a ghost.
Anle stared at it and raised his hand to hold the treasure tree.
The treasure tree was very miserable, but fortunately, it did not completely wither and lose its life breath under the attack of the Ten Realms strongman.
Although many branches were broken and some leaves were withered, the trunk was still stable, with golden ancient scripture characters entangled on it, which made the treasure tree seem to have undergone a special level of transformation.
New buds grew on the broken branches and were growing again.
Anle was quite fond of the treasure tree for sacrificing itself to help, so he put the treasure tree on his shoulder, let it take root, and quietly recover its breath.
Of course, such a scene did not attract the attention of any Ten Realms.
An Eighth Realm and a Nineth Realm demon tree, the Ten Realms really would not take it seriously.
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"The arm in the coffin... How can it be so creepy? Will the First Emperor of ten thousand years ago wake up and come back to life in this era?" Scratching
"Impossible? It is recorded in the classics that the First Emperor went against the Heaven and fell into the hands of the top strong men of the ancient immortal family after the Heaven... The classics of various forces have recorded it, it doesn't seem to be fake!"
"Then what's the matter with the arm sticking out of the coffin? Could it be... a corpse?"
The minds of the ten-level strong men turned, and all kinds of strange looks were revealed in their eyes, but everyone was alert at the same time, and a chill surged in their hearts, and even had the urge to leave the spiritual platform supporting the coffin.
The spiritual liquid lake around the spiritual platform was rippling, like a breeze blowing the lake, piling up thousands of layers of waves.
The master of Zhenwu Temple was wearing a white Taoist robe, with an immortal style, swinging a whisk in his hand, carrying a peach wood sword with lightning arcs, and staring at the bronze coffin in the center of the spiritual platform.
"Thousands of years have passed, and the First Emperor will inevitably fall. At that time, it was an Immortal King of the 12th realm from the Immortal White Tiger family who took action. At that time, the First Emperor was only the original venerable of the 11th realm. He could not survive and would definitely die. Otherwise, the Saint Master would not be able to survive. Maybe take action and take away the seven mountain and river tripods among the nine tripods, disrupt the dragon veins and make the Immortal King retreat."
The master of the Zhenwu temple has deep eyes. scratch
"It seems... the will passed down from heaven is indeed correct. The body of the First Emperor... may have undergone a shocking change!"
Immortal Wind Daogu, the master of Zhenwu Temple, raised his hand and grabbed the peach wood sword on his back. Thunder was entangled on the peach wood sword. Every thunder was powerful. The annihilation thunder of the third disaster was extremely terrifying. .
The old Heavenly Master, who had been competing with Master Zhenwu, was sitting in the purple golden lotus. His eyes suddenly became solemn, staring at Master Zhenwu who had taken out the peach wood sword, and he suddenly felt uneasy in his heart.
"This peach wood sword... is made from ten thousand-year-old peach wood branches in the peach forest above the sky. It absorbs the thunder of annihilation and is comparable to the third-level treasure!"
"Is this the gift that Zhenwu Guan received by begging from God?"
The old Heavenly Master said in a deep voice with his beard flying.
The Master of Zhenwu Temple looked at the old Heavenly Master and said calmly: "Don't say so harshly. Since ancient times, our Zhenwu Temple has had those who attained the Tao ascend to heaven and rank among the Immortal Class. Zhenwu Temple and God have the same origin. ."scratch
"Same origin? Do you believe it? God's ancient immortal family, God's heaven, an immortal pulled out at will, all live for a long time, placed in the human world, they are all old monsters who have lived for ten thousand years. Do you think that they can Same origin?"
"There are fundamental differences between God and the world."
The old Heavenly Master shook his head, and the purple golden lotus around him shone with an increasingly brilliant brilliance.
He didn't know what Zhenwu Guan was doing, but he felt that he had to stop this person, otherwise, bad things would happen.
Zhenwu Temple and Tianshi Mansion are two powerful sects in the human world, with completely different directions. There is a lotus pond in Tianshi Mansion, which gathers the luck in the world and develops. If the luck in the world is strong and the golden lotus blooms brilliantly, Tianshi Mansion will naturally be powerful.
When the fate of the human world weakens, the Tianshi Mansion will naturally weaken.
And in an era when spiritual practice is exhausted, in this era when Yuan Meng's iron hoof tramples on the land of Middle Earth... it is naturally difficult for the Tianshi Mansion to become strong. scratch
On the other hand, Zhenwu Guan is different. If God is immortal, Zhenwu Guan will always be prosperous.
The master of Zhenwu Temple shook his head: "I don't want to argue with you. Although Tianshi Mansion and Zhenwu Temple are both Taoist sects, your ways and mine are very different and we don't want to conspire with each other."
"On the great road of Zhenwu Temple, all you want is to ascend to immortality. The ascension to immortality here is to ascend to the sky..."
"And Tianshi Mansion..."
The old Heavenly Master raised his hand, with golden lotuses blooming in his palm: "The Heavenly Master's Mansion ascends to become an immortal, and what ascends is the Holy Realm. The so-called immortals are not immortals in the sky whose speed of time is different, but in the The origin venerable who condenses the origin in the holy realm is the immortal of the human race."
The master of the Zhenwu Temple smiled: "So, you and I are both Taoists, but the Tao is different."
The old heavenly master stared, his beard and hair floated, and the golden lotus bloomed and withered. scratch
The master of Zhenwu Temple grasped the peach wood sword made of the peach branches in the peach forest, and raised it gently.
"go!"
An edict.
The center of the Zhenwu Temple's brows glowed brightly, and the spirit jumped up, sitting in the void with a brilliant mind.
The Extradition Taomu Sword burst out with a bang, and countless thunders of annihilation intertwined around it, like a thunder ball guided by the sword. Among the many thunders, there was a trace of dark black thunder.
That is the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder in the sky!
boom!
! scratch
The void exploded inch by inch, and was torn into pieces under the intertwining thunder. Each thunder was like shattering the space.
Thunder scatters, thunder rolls, and smoke fills the air!
An Le stared and felt the extremely terrifying pressure. The sword handed out by the master of the Zhenwu Temple was too terrifying, like a world-destroying peach wood sword. With his current body-forging skills, if he touched it, he would probably be killed. It's going to explode, and the body will die and the soul will disappear.
"What a terrible sword. Brother Le, let's go back. This place is too terrible. It's not a place for our level."
The precious tree took root on Anle's shoulders, trembling and wailing.
Anle glanced at him and told him not to talk or blather if he didn't know how to speak.
With a thought, the pillars were like dragons, and two mountain and river tripods were smashed out, turning into one large and one small, and they were turned upside down to protect his body. scratch
The scattered aftermath of thunder struck the Mountain and River Cauldron, leaving only white marks and failing to destroy the Mountain and River Cauldron at all.
Anle is no longer threatened by thunder.
However, Anle's eyes were fixed through the Mountain and River Cauldron, staring at the ten thousand year peach wood sword that was slashing towards the corpse of the First Emperor in the coffin!
Suddenly, the bamboo sword Qingshan burst out with sword light, turned into a stream of light, got into the mountain and river tripod, and returned to Anle's hands.
Anle was stunned.
I was a little confused for a moment, why did the Bamboo Sword Qingshan return to his hands?
Shouldn't it collide with the Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword? Engage in an earth-shattering sword clash and confrontation? scratch
"The body of Gu has undergone changes. Zhenwu Guan wants to test it on behalf of the Celestial Immortal, so let him test it. I will protect you first."
A voice like the spring breeze resounded from Anle's heart.
That was the sound coming from the emperor's stone figurines in the Qingshan space.
Anle took a deep breath. The words of the emperor's stone figurines revealed too much information, which made Anle a little confused for a while.
What does it mean that the corpse has mutated?
However, the emperor's stone figurines did not explain clearly to Anle.
Roar!
! scratch
When Zhujian Qingshan flew away from the arm protruding from the coffin, a terrifying roar suddenly came from the coffin.
Countless thunderbolts flew out, and the Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword continued its momentum, slashing fiercely towards the coffin.
At this moment, the light was brilliant, as if it had become the only blazing sun in the world. It was so dazzling that it attracted everyone's attention!
Emperor Yuan Meng has a heavy aura, a tall body, and the power of eight dragon veins intertwined like horses. His face is solemn and a little dignified.
Zhenwu Guan's strength and foundation were somewhat beyond his expectations.
If the Yuanmeng Empire wanted to sweep all the Jianghu forces in the world, Zhenwu Guan would probably be an extremely difficult nut to crack.
The most important thing is that Zhenwu Temple is connected with God. It is like God's messenger in the world. It is a huge threat to Emperor Yuanmeng, like a poisonous sharp blade pressed against the belly of Yuanmeng Empire. , will take root hard at any time. scratch
Emperor Yuanmeng knew very clearly about himself. Since he wanted to unify the world and refine the nine dragon veins of the earth, his path was destined to run counter to God, and he would not be able to deal with it calmly.
The corpse of the First Emperor sleeping in the bronze coffin at this moment may be his future.
Therefore, the threat that Zhenwu Temple brings to him today even exceeds that of many countries in the world. The Zhao Dynasty, the Demon Kingdom of Xiliang, the Dali Kingdom, etc. are all inferior to the oppression brought by Zhenwu Temple.
The thousand-year-old peach wood sword was suspended in the sky above the coffin, thundering like the sea.
The master of Zhenwu Temple, with his hair flying in the air, stared intently, made dao seals with his palms, and recited scriptures with eloquent words.
"Edict!"
The master of Zhenwu temple shouted sharply. scratch
In an instant, the mahogany sword slashed down towards the coffin, trying to penetrate the coffin and completely kill the mutated corpse of the First Emperor in the coffin, so that the changes in the corpse of the First Emperor would be eliminated at the beginning!
This is the guidance of the will of the immortals from heaven that he has achieved!
However, with the roar, the arm in the coffin reached out again and grabbed the mahogany sword intertwined with thunder.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of explosions continued to explode around the arm, the space was intertwined and broken, and cracks were spread across it.
The sleeves of his arms were torn, and the black black clothes exploded into silk ribbons, hanging on the arms.
It was a pitch-black arm, with lines like lava flowing on it, like tracks formed by molten iron! scratch
The terrifying corpse energy suddenly burst out from the arm, raging like a hurricane, and the torrential corpse energy was as dark as thick fog!
The ten-thousand-year-old peach wood sword that entered the human world from heaven was grasped by this arm. Corpse energy clashed with thunder, and the sound of explosion resounded.
And that terrifying thunder of annihilation was slowly suppressed and consumed by this corpse energy!
"Sure enough... Qin Shihuang's body has indeed undergone changes as deduced by the immortals. Now he is probably transformed into the body of a peerless drought demon!"
The master of Zhenwu temple changed his expression.
When seeing this arm, it was not only Master Zhenwu who was shocked, but also Emperor Yuanmeng, Lao Tianshi, the ten realm experts from Sanfo Temple, etc., all had solemn expressions in their eyes.
The old monster of the Mo family, wrapped in Void Armor, had a complex look in his eyes. He glanced at the mysterious sarcophagus and sighed. scratch
He suddenly understood why his physical body sleeping in the sarcophagus had mutated during those years when his soul was sleeping. It turned out that it seemed to be affected by this.
However, after the complex emotions were revealed in the eyes of the old monster from the Mo family, there was a flash of light: "It shouldn't be. With your Majesty's strength, there is no possibility of mutation in the physical body. Mutation... means the birth of a new soul, which belongs to a new life. The changes..."
The old monster from the Mo family suddenly moved his eyes sideways and landed on Anle. He saw the bamboo sword Qingshan worn on Anle's waist, and the look in his eyes danced like a will-o'-the-wisp.
"Perhaps... everything is His Majesty's plan? A plan that spans ten thousand years? Using the mutated body to live a new life now, ten thousand years later?"
Thinking like this, the old monster from the Mo family felt more and more that the possibility was very high.
He looked at the sarcophagus where he was buried. Maybe...he would also have the opportunity to follow suit and live a second life? !
boom!
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Suddenly, a deafening thunder exploded, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder hidden in the ten thousand-year-old peach wood sword suddenly appeared with astonishing brilliance at this moment!
The dark thunder, as if carrying a world-destroying terrifying aura, shattered the space, annihilated everything, and struck towards the arm!
However, on that dark arm, among the flowing lines like magma, golden words suddenly appeared one by one.
Anle is extremely familiar, it is a complete ancient scripture!
The First Emperor actually engraved this scripture on his body!
The scriptures emerged, and the flames jumped up, like ignited corpse aura. The dark corpse aura was ignited and turned into black flames, like a terrifying karmic fire burning out of the netherworld!
The black thunder and the black fire of karma collided, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder was wiped out! scratch
With a crisp sound, the thousand-year-old mahogany sword delivered from heaven to the world was full of cracks. Finally, it was crushed to pieces by the arm burning with scorching black karma fire, and burned to ashes!
The master of the Zhenwu Temple was bleeding from the mouth, and the soul sitting in the void sprayed out the blood of the soul. His face was dark and his breath was weak.
"The physical body has mutated... the peerless Hanba. Maybe the First Emperor of Qin will use this Hanba's corpse to keep his true spirit immortal and live another life! I just don't know where the Shihuang's true spirit is hidden, and whether he can suppress it and live in the Hanba's corpse. If the spiritual wisdom cannot be born... a great demon will appear in the world, and a drought will be born, burning the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away!"
The master of Zhenwu Temple looked pale and murmured.
In the bronze coffin in the center of the mourning platform, the aura of terror is still spreading, and the karma fire continues to burn, distorting the space. Even the broken space can still not escape the burning of the karma fire.
The black flames twisted like a black hole, releasing extremely terrifying energy!
Anle was standing next to the bronze coffin, and he could naturally feel the extremely terrifying burning power. scratch
Vaguely, Anle also sensed that an extremely explosive spiritual intelligence was resurrecting in the coffin, trying to annihilate everything and burn everything.
"Anle, are you ready?"
Suddenly, the emperor's stone figurines in the Qingshan space spoke softly.
The light suspicion sounded like thunder in Anle's ears, making his scalp numb with shock.
These words are inexplicably scary.
"Senior...are you ready for anything?" Anle looked confused and asked quickly.
"In the coffin, alone
Before the corpse died, ancient scriptures were engraved with the power of the soul. Thousands of years passed, and the body underwent changes. It was reborn as an immortal drought demon. Now it is still the last step to complete the final step with the help of an immortal king's origin. of transformation. "scratch
"Anle, you should know about stone figurines. Stone figurines can exist for eternity, just like the body of the Drought Demon. It is immortal and can live for a lifetime if controlled by the true spirit. The principle is the same. Use the true spirit to control the body of the Drought Demon. , Just like the true spirit controls the stone figurines.”
A gentle voice came out from the emperor's stone figurines.
Hearing this, Anle couldn't help but take a deep breath. The principle is the same, but... can the stone figurines and the body of the Drought Demon be compared?
Drought Demon can already be called the power of gods and demons.
Anle also noticed the grand plan of the peerless emperor spanning thousands of years.
However, what puzzles Anle is why Qin Shihuang's physical body turned into a drought demon? Is this just because ancient scriptures are carved on the body after death?
So if An Le is still alive and has finished carving the scriptures, will there be any changes? scratch
On the stone path in the green mountain space, the emperor's stone figurines stood, looking out, as if there were flames like the rising sun burning and illuminating in their eyes.
He seemed to feel the thoughts of An Le, and explained: "The method of transforming Hanbao's corpse is an ancient secret method. It is impossible to know it alone. However, it can only be understood after being taught by a holy master."
This explanation made Anle's eyes narrow, and the lingering doubts in his mind seemed to be answered.
It turns out that there is a shadow of the Holy Master in this plan that spans all eternity!
"Then what does senior want me to prepare?"
Anle took a deep breath, held the bamboo sword Qingshan tightly, and asked in a deep voice.
The stone figurines of the emperor stand on the stone path in the mountain. If the breeze blows, the stone figurines quietly watch the vicissitudes of the sea. scratch
"You came up from the ancient city of Bajing. You should know that under the mausoleum, there is a White Tiger Immortal Lord from the ancient family of Cangxian Immortals. She is allowed to live until now just to kill the Immortal Lord and take away the origin of the Immortal Lord. …”
Hearing this, Anle suddenly wondered, such a big thing has nothing to do with him, right?
Upon hearing this, the Immortal Lord knew that there was an existence that transcended the ten realms and was the strongest of the eleven realms...
Killing the Immortal Lord of the Eleventh Realm or something like that, he couldn't even help from the Eighth Realm.
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