Chapter 222: Tongda Wuwei, Pulling Out the Heart Sword to Cut Off Evil Thoughts, Chapter 2 of the Ancestral Scripture: Strengthening the Body to Break Through the Nine Realms
On the First Holy Mountain, the sky changes, and black clouds roll in, as if black dust is raised on an ancient battlefield.
On the top of the mountain, the two mountain keepers seem to sense something, their expressions change slightly, and a look of shock appears in their eyes.
"It's the spirit of the First Mountain Master! He betrayed the Holy Mountain, but I never thought that he still has his spirit in the belly of the mountain... Is this... is this expected that the Seventh Mountain Master will appear here?"
Ao Lian of the Dragon Clan was shocked and gasped.
The Great Demon Bai Yu was even more solemn: "If the Seventh Mountain Master dies in the First Holy Mountain, we... are afraid that we will be blamed, not to mention the future, we will definitely become the target of the anger of other mountain masters, and even... will be punished by the Holy Master."
The two already regretted that they actually got involved in such a matter.
However, it was not their fault, because they had never thought that Yan Tongshu, the former No. 1 mountain master, would leave a trace of his soul in the Mountain River Cauldron in a very subtle way after leaving the Holy Mountain, and give a fatal blow while Anle was refining the Mountain River Cauldron.
"What should we do?"
Ao Lian looked at Bai Yu, and both of them were thinking about ways.
"We can only contact the other mountain masters and seek their help. It is better to find the second mountain master. The second mountain master is more kind and easier to talk to. Maybe he will not vent his anger on us."
The big monster Bai Yu shook his head and sighed.
Dragon Ao Lian nodded, and the next moment, he rushed directly from the Holy Mountain, turning into a ten-foot-long silver-white dragon, with smoke and clouds all around, and four claws waving horizontally, breaking through the air and leaving.
However, before he flew far, a sword light galloped over.
That was the sixth mountain master, carrying a pine sword box on his back, his hands on his chest, and flying the sword in an extremely cold manner.
Ao Lian turned into a human again and bowed respectfully: "Sixth Mountain Master."
The Sixth Mountain is relatively close to the First Mountain, so when the Sixth Mountain Master noticed something unusual, he quickly rushed over and descended on the First Mountain.
For the two mountain guards, the Sixth Mountain Master did not make things too difficult, but still maintained a cool demeanor and asked: "What happened?"
The Great Demon Bai Yu spoke and told the whole situation without any concealment.
The Sixth Mountain Master heard this, his eyes flickered, he took off the Red Dust Sword Box, placed it on the ground, sat cross-legged directly, and waited quietly.
"We can't help Old Seven with this matter, Old Seven can only solve it himself."
The Sixth Mountain Master said coldly.
Even if they knew that Yan Tongshu had tampered with the Mountain and River Cauldron, what could they do?
They couldn't enter the belly of the First Mountain, and couldn't help Anle. Even if they could enter, Anle was still in the process of refining the Mountain and River Cauldron, and they were powerless.
Anle can only solve it by himself. If he cannot defeat Yan Tongshu's Yuanshen, then he will be injured by Yan Tongshu's Yuanshen, and the refining of the Mountain and River Cauldron will fail, and he will suffer backlash... This is the only situation.
Bai Yu and Ao Lian looked at each other. They obviously knew the result, but it was their responsibility to inform other mountain masters.
"Don't worry, Lao Qi is definitely not an ordinary person. It's not that easy to cheat Lao Qi by this means."
The Sixth Mountain Master has always believed in his own vision. He was able to favor Anle when he was weak, so he naturally believed in Anle and believed in this little guy who repeatedly created miracles.
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Inside the belly of the First Holy Mountain.
The powerful Yuanshen fluctuations were stirring endlessly, and the Yuanshen monster that was as sticky as crawling out of the mud was grinning and staring at Anle.
That was the Yuanshen left by Yan Tongshu, and... it was the Yuanshen power that was mutated by cutting off the filth in the Yuanshen. It was extremely evil and contained terrible corrosive power.
Yan Tongshu separated it in order to pollute Anle's refining of the Mountain and River Cauldron and destroy Anle's practice.
Anle's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He had never thought that Yan Tongshu, who was sealed in Mount Li, could still have such an impact on the outside world and set up means to destroy his practice foundation.
As for Yan Tongshu's desire to get rid of him, the second mountain master Su Zhanxian explained to him that it was because the two had different ways. Anle's existence had a great impact on Yan Tongshu's way. Because the impact on the future was full of uncertainty, it made the established path deduced by Yan Tongshu produce unclear changes.
Therefore, it was equivalent to disturbing Yan Tongshu's way, so Yan Tongshu was obsessed with erasing Anle and minimizing the impact.
This was a dispute over the way. Anle affected Yan Tongshu's way, so it was understandable that he wanted to get rid of Anle.
But Anle couldn't just wait to die.
The quagmire-like soul of Yan Tongshu surged, full of evil power. Yan Tongshu's purpose was simple. With his filthy soul, he polluted the Mountain River Cauldron, disturbed Anle's refining of the Mountain River Cauldron, and took advantage of the situation... to destroy Anle's soul that had been severely injured.
Roar!
The soul monster that emerged from the quagmire roared and pounced on Anle.
In the belly of the mountain, in just a moment, it was densely packed with surging soul fluctuations. The dark quagmire monster seemed to crawl out of the netherworld, and changed between the vibrations, and turned into an ancient demon god.
Evil, terrible, nightmare, and all kinds of bad emotions lingered, like a cloud of omnipresent black fog, to annihilate everything and pollute everything.
The distance between Anle and the Mountain River Cauldron was very close. At this time, it was basically difficult to avoid the erosion and pollution from Yan Tongshu's evil soul.
However, Anle understood immediately when he saw Uncle Yan Tong's evil thoughts that he had no choice but to resist. If he tried to avoid it, it would definitely be difficult to avoid it. The evil thoughts would erode pervasively and eventually make him lose his ability. The cracked heart sword was completely destroyed, causing the soul to fall.
Anle also knew very well that if he wanted to refine a treasure such as the Mountain and River Cauldron, he would not have to think about it once he was infected. This was a treasure that once suppressed the mountains and rivers of the world. He valued the person who mastered the treasure very much. A man possessed by evil thoughts, Yuan Shen It is impossible for an impure person to master the Mountain and River Cauldron.
However, peace and happiness cannot be avoided, and he is not willing to avoid it.
The eyes are bright, Anle's Niwan Palace shines brightly, the splendid brilliance is dazzling, the soul behind the soul is endless, the soul with eight perfect realms gives Anle enough confidence to resist the evil thoughts left by Uncle Yan Tong soul.
If it had been earlier that the Lian Shen had not set foot in the Eighth Realm, An Le would not have the slightest confidence, but now, An Le's Yuan Shen has experienced too many transformations and improvements.
Of course I have the confidence!
The rushing years are full of visions and visions of the river, and you can hear the sound of the rushing river.
The soul of peace and joy stands up from such a river, the rays of light are endless, the colors are colorful, and the light of the heart sword emerges.
Uncle Yan Tong's evil spirit came to kill An Le, who was content and unafraid. The spirit raised his palm and clapped his five fingers. The Void Sanshou was used in the way of the spirit. The silver light bloomed and shook the void.
There was a collision, and the extremely tyrannical mental powers continued to collide and intertwine.
boom!
The spirit of An Le floated out, and the spirit of evil thoughts also fluctuated, but it was impossible to easily kill the spirit of An Le.
This surprised Uncle Yan Tong's evil soul. After all, he was the soul cut off by Uncle Yan Tong, a cultivator of the ten realms of perfection. Although it was not a complete body, it was not too weak. Against anyone in the Nine Realms, he can easily infect the other person.
However, An Le was able to withstand the strength of his soul...
"As expected of Lao Qi..."
Uncle Yan Tong's evil spirit was as black as ink, exuding extreme malice.
Being able to withstand the erosion of his evil thoughts shows that Anle's spiritual cultivation is comparable to that of the Nine Realms Perfection... In just a short time, Anle has the power of the soul at the level of the Nine Realms Perfection. How could he not be surprised?
The black shadow fluttered, like a black mist coming quickly, turning into a huge and twisted face, opening its mouth, biting down at An Le's soul, trying to swallow An Le's soul, and then achieve pollution.
Anle raised his hand, and the light of the Heart Sword burst out. The sword light slashed out wildly, like a dragon rolling up, like a dream.
The confrontation at the spiritual level burst out bursts of mental power.
Void Sanshou, swordsmanship spread across the sky, various methods emerge in endlessly, fighting with each other, trying to erase the power of the soul that can kill evil thoughts.
However, Anle does not dare to use the power of the Heart Sword after all. After all, the Heart Sword, which has carried the long river of time, has been torn apart by the power of time. If the cracks expand during the confrontation, and even cause the Heart Sword to collapse, for The influence of happiness is great.
Therefore, the battle became somewhat stalemate.
"You don't dare to use the power of the Heart Sword? Why?"
Uncle Yan Tong's Evil Spirit said ferociously, with the light of wisdom shining in his two scarlet eyes, which seemed to capture Anle's weaknesses and flaws.
For strong players to compete, once they capture your weaknesses, they will definitely launch a fierce attack on your shortcomings and deficiencies.
The discovery of the Evil Thought Yuan Shen, just like this, intensified the erosion of the Anle Xinjian.
Anle's face was solemn. His soul was very strong, but it still relied more on the sword of the heart. Coupled with the power of the river of time, it was his soul level that could kill him.
But now, the Heart Sword doesn't dare to move, let alone carry the long river of time. The power of the mass killing is very small, and it becomes a bit stretched and difficult to easily kill this evil spirit.
Anle ignored Uncle Yan Tong's evil thoughts. Over the years, visions intertwined, and the fluctuations in his mind continued to impact, like waves stacking up, colliding with evil thoughts.
"Old Qi, if this continues...you will eventually be eroded by my evil spirit, and you will be defeated!"
Uncle Yan Tong's evil spirit said coldly, smiling arrogantly, a little excited and a little surprised.
As long as Anle's soul is infected, it will be impossible to continue refining the Mountain and River Cauldron. This is tantamount to cutting off Anle's future path and obliterating the rise of a peerless genius who can change the era.
Uncle Yan Tong's path can also be fulfilled, so why not?
Uncle Yan Tong's evil thoughts became more and more crazy, and he continued to oppress An Le when he got an advantage.
Within the belly of the mountain, the fluctuations in the mind are constantly impacting, and the endless rays of light and the pitch-black mind are constantly eroding and melting, half of it is colorful, and the other half is pitch black!
As time went by, the colorful mental power was slowly suppressed, like a candle that was lit with difficulty in the strong wind and was about to be extinguished, but it persisted in burning and illuminating.
"Give up! Don't dare to use the power of the Heart Sword. Your spiritual cultivation has plummeted. There is no way you can be my opponent!"
"Slowly relax your mind and let the evil thoughts I cut away erode. You and I will fall together!"
Uncle Yan Tong's evil thoughts were everywhere, and his laughter was ethereal, as if coming from everywhere in the heart of the mountain.
Anle's soul exhaled a breath of turbidity.
He had never encountered such an aggrieved situation before. Uncle Yan Tong's evil spirit was actually not strong, at least not to the level of the Tenth Realm of Nirvana.
But losing the power of the Heart Sword is indeed greatly reduced. It can only resist passively, and it will be eroded sooner or later.
Every word of Yan Tongshu's evil spirit shook Anle's mind.
This made Anle's heart gradually burn with a fire, which was the transformation of anger.
Anle even asked himself why he was so aggrieved?
He clearly had the ability to cut off Yan Tongshu's evil spirit, but why was he constantly suppressed and eroded?
Just because the heart sword might be broken, he was afraid to use his weapon and was insulted like this?
It was too unpleasant.
Anle... didn't like it.
"Crack...then crack it. What we practitioners seek is a clear thought. If we are timid and shrink, then even if we keep the heart sword from cracking, what can we do? What's the point?"
Blindly compromising will only wear down one's own will. Anle himself has an invincible force. If he is worn down like this, the invincible force will collapse, and the many Dao fruits in the Dao fruit space, such as [Fearless Heart], will also be dimmed.
This was definitely not what Anle wanted. Anle questioned himself, and gradually a glimmer of light emerged in his eyes. He seemed to wake up, and there was a morning bell in his heart. The bell waves vibrated, washing away the dust and filth, making his mind transparent and gradually bright.
The soul was shaking, and the majestic power of the mind spread endlessly, and his eyes opened and closed.
The dark power of the mind that almost covered and swallowed Anle's soul power seemed to be torn apart by the light of an ancient lamp that illuminated the darkness.
Anle's soul's eyes were as bright as the sun, and the rays of light rose from behind again and swept away!
The sound of clanging exploded!
Anle's soul raised his hand and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the sword light flickered from his fingertips.
A wisp of time was drawn in, and a corner of the surging river of time was transferred and blessed on the heart sword of the colorful glass. The sword light rose, as if the peerless sword immortal had awakened from despair and handed out a peerless sword.
Anle's eyes were deep and peaceful, even though he knew that his sword would damage his heart sword, his cultivation and practice, and even cut off his future invincibility.
However, he was no longer afraid, no longer hesitated.
Yan Tongshu's evil spirit changed color, and he felt Anle's will to transform, no longer afraid, and even a little strong.
His spirit roared and exploded, forming countless black symbols, interweaving in the belly of the mountain, turning into a black spirit flame burning, trying to refine Anle and burn Anle's spirit.
However, Anle, who was no longer timid, chose to punch hard and sweep out the sword light.
The heart sword carrying a corner of the real river of time was slashed out. What a peerless sword it was, as if the whole world was left with only this extremely gorgeous heart sword.
This was a heart sword that surpassed the realm of the nine realms, and it was Anle's unreserved killing!
Puff!
The black symbol fell apart, decomposing the smile in the sword light, the flame was extinguished, no longer burning, and lost its power.
Yan Tongshu's evil spirit condensed into a figure with cracks all over his body. His eyes, like two blood-red bodhi, showed a look of amazement, and after the amazement, a proud smile appeared.
"Seventh brother! Your sword is enough to amaze the world, but unfortunately... your heart sword will be broken by this sword."
"Your future path is still cut off, you can't see the future!"
Yan Tongshu's evil spirit laughed.
Although he failed to complete the infection and defilement of Anle's spirit, Anle's heart sword was about to break because it was too powerful, enough to destroy the power of his evil spirit!
"So what?"
"The future is always full of variables, and no one can really see every corner of the future."
Anle said indifferently, and he was clear-minded and no longer had any entanglements.
The sword light swept past, and the evil thoughts were completely wiped out and dissipated in the belly of the mountain, without any fluctuations left.
In the belly of the mountain, the light was restored, and the flame of the bronze lamp flickered faintly, bringing a faint light, illuminating the belly of the mountain and the mountain and river tripod.
Anle sat cross-legged and slowly opened his eyes. His face was a little pale, but his eyes were bright and incomparably bright.
Kacha...
He heard the sound of cracking, as if the cracks that already existed were getting bigger and bigger.
Cracks appeared on the heart sword of colorful glass, densely interwoven like spider webs, all over it. This is the heart sword, a place where it is impossible to leave cracks, but the power of time has made the most illusory and unpredictable heart sword appear cracked and on the verge of cracking.
The heart sword that was shaky and seemed to be about to collapse at any time made Anle's mood slightly heavy.
However, the feeling of being clear-minded and exploding the evil spirit of Yan Tongshu made him feel a little calmer.
At least, the heart sword has not been completely broken and still exists.
Anle smiled lightly, looking at the heart sword that was crumbling and full of cracks, and the cracks were filled with the steaming power of time. He felt calm and retracted his gaze, no longer thinking.
After killing Yan Tongshu's evil spirit, there was no longer any risk in refining the Mountain and River Cauldron.
He raised his hand and pressed it on the third Mountain and River Cauldron.
The blood rolled and boiled, and the golden flame ignited. It was the vision brought by the first scripture of the "Human Dao Zu Jing". The whole body exuded golden brilliance, and it illuminated the belly of the mountain at once.
The ridge was like a dragon, as if it had opened its bloody mouth. The third Mountain and River Cauldron shook for a while, and finally, it was drawn into the ridge.
Boom!
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An extremely heavy feeling fell on Anle.
Like a whole mountain and river falling down, refining the third Mountain and River Cauldron is obviously not that easy, because Anle has already refined two Mountain and River Cauldrons, and the refining of the third Mountain and River Cauldron will be even more stressful.
The Mountains and Rivers Map reappears, and the mountains and rivers on it seem to be lifelike, as if they are reflected in the real world.
Qi and blood are like waves crashing on the shore, Anle's pores are gushing out, and his body seems to be undergoing baptism and transformation at this moment!
Suddenly, countless energy and blood condensed into a page of golden paper in front of him.
Anle's heart was shocked, and then he felt overjoyed. That was the second chapter of the "Human Dao Ancestor Sutra"!
There are nine chapters in the Ancestral Sutra. Anle had only completed the practice of the first chapter before, but now, after refining the third Shanhe Cauldron, the second piece of the ancient sutra appeared!
In the Dao Fruit space, the [Eternal Genius] Dao Fruit trembles and overflows with bright light, like a star trying its best to release its brilliance, with strange silk ribbons hanging down.
It was as if there was an ancient existence whispering soft words in Anle's ears.
The running route of the second chapter of the Ancestor Sutra of Humanity suddenly appeared in Anle's mind with great clarity.
With the movement of the Anle Qi and blood routes, the drill was completed naturally. Not only that, the scripture routes of the ancestral scriptures were constantly changing, like a dream. The three mountain and river tripods in the ridge pillars trembled, and they were located between the meridians of the body. , forming a complete closed loop with the circulation route of Qi and blood!
It is as if Anle's physical body has become the mountains and rivers of the world, and the Mountains and Rivers Ding sits in the mountains and rivers of the world, stabilizing the will of heaven and earth that draws its own destiny and the body.
Anle felt the transformation and strengthening of his physical strength!
He can charge against the Nine Realms of Body Forging and the Ultimate Realm!
In the belly of the mountain, the temperature rose suddenly, and the vibrations of Qi and blood in An Le's body were like an oven, like the burning of fire in the center of the earth.
And this blazing heat is still spreading, and gradually the entire First Holy Mountain is enveloped.
It seems to have transformed into the legendary mythical Flame Mountain.
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The top of the first holy mountain.
The Lord of the Sixth Mountain sat cross-legged, with a huge pine sword box placed next to him. There were strands of sword energy flowing out of the box.
Ao Lian of the Dragon Clan and Bai Yu, the Great Demon, stood quietly and respectfully at the side, with worries and expectations on their faces.
They naturally hope that An Le can survive the difficulties and not be destroyed by Uncle Yan Tong's evil spirit.
Although the two are still the guardians of the First Mountain, they have no relationship with Uncle Yan Tong. Uncle Yan Tong betrayed the Holy Mountain. It can be said that they are now enemies of the Holy Mountain, but they are still guardians of the Mountain. People are part of the Holy Mountain. In terms of status, they are enemies with Uncle Yan Tong.
Even though it was Uncle Yan Tong who once guided them to join the First Holy Mountain and become mountain guards.
boom!
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Suddenly, a majestic and tyrannical spiritual power spread from the heart of the mountain. The brilliant spiritual light rained down and turned into a lake-shaped sword light that shot straight into the sky.
The black clouds in the sky were cut into huge ravines and cracks, and then slowly disappeared.
The Lord of the Sixth Mountain suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling, and the faces of Dragon Ao Lian and Big Demon Bai Yu showed wonder and joy.
"Success! The Lord of the Seventh Mountain blocked the invasion of Uncle Yan Tong's evil spirits and even achieved a counter-attack!"
Ao Lian, who looked like a little Taoist boy, clenched his fists and waved them repeatedly, feeling extremely surprised.
The great demon Bai Yu showed a look of amazement: "It's incredible that the Lord of the Seventh Mountain, with his cultivation of the soul of the eighth realm, can actually cut off the residual soul left by Uncle Yan Tong!"
"Uncle Yan Tong is in the Tenth Realm, and he is a strong man in the Tenth Realm who has survived the three tribulations of Nirvana, Destruction of Gods and Annihilation! Even if it is just a ray of soul that is left, he will at least have the power to complete the Nine Realms!"
They guard the First Holy Mountain all year round and don't know much about human affairs.
Little is known about An Le's deeds of killing the Nine Realms Perfection.
At this moment, I was naturally amazed to learn that a person from the Eighth Realm could reach the Perfection of the Nine Realms.
At the same time, the Qi within the belly of the mountain changed again. The burning feeling, like a prairie fire, spread out and enveloped the entire mountain in an instant!
"Is this... the heat of blood?!"
The little Taoist boy Aolian was shocked, sensing the burning sensation, his eyes showed shock: "What kind of blood... can actually reach such a heat, as hot as fairy fire, how can the mortal body withstand it?!"
The great demon Baiyu took a breath, and the air in his mouth was extremely hot.
"The Lord of the Seventh Mountain...is he about to break through?! Body forging breaks through?"
"From the eighth realm to perfection, break through to the ninth realm!"
Breaking through the eight realms and the nine realms is a leap, but... it's not too exaggerated!
When the ordinary eight realms break through the nine realms, the qi and blood can indeed be sublimated, but it is impossible to feel such a burning sensation, right?
The ninth realm of body training, the realm is called Jue Peak, which naturally means the tyranny of Qi and blood, standing at the absolute pinnacle of the mortal realm!
But the transformation of Anle's energy and blood...
Otherworldly!
The Lord of the Sixth Mountain put his palm on the sword box, and he could feel the vibration of the sword box in the world. The sword was hidden in the box, and the swords jingled and collided with each other, which was caused by the inexplicable energy.
"So strong!"
After a long time, a look of shock appeared on the cool face of the Sixth Mountain Master.
Anle...is he already so strong?
Now facing An Le... what chance does he have of winning? I'm afraid An Le will... kill him instantly, right? !
Seeing the boy whom he once admired and protected surpass himself, the Lord of the Sixth Mountain felt inexplicably powerless.
Compared to such a monster, he is really... very weak.
Boom boom boom!
On the first holy mountain, a series of shadows of mountains suddenly appeared.
Obviously, the change of the first holy mountain attracted the attention of the masters of the other holy mountains.
Shadows appeared on the three holy mountains, and figures shrouded in light emerged.
The third mountain master Wen Lvshang, the fourth mountain master Li Xuanji, the fifth mountain master Gu Haitang...
But the second mountain master Su Zhanxian did not appear.
"Junior brother... is this breaking the ninth realm? It caused such a commotion... This ninth realm is probably unprecedented and unparalleled!"
The fourth mountain master Li Xuanji spoke in amazement with a graceful posture.
"This momentum is not weaker than the posture of a half-step tenth realm condensing the prototype of the avenue and impacting the tenth realm. If it were not in the holy mountain area and covered by the great power of the holy mountain, it would probably attract the attention of the whole world! It would cause malicious destruction by those with impure minds."
The third mountain master Wen Lvshang said solemnly.
"Everyone... I'm afraid we will be surpassed by Junior Brother. If this goes on, will Junior Brother become the first mountain master to enter the Holy Realm? It's really embarrassing..."
The fifth mountain master Gu Haitang smiled bitterly. They had been the mountain masters of the Holy Mountain for hundreds of years, but in the end they were surpassed by a junior brother.
"We don't want to do that, but in this era... it's really not easy to break through the Ten Realms. With our foundation, there is a high probability of failure in breaking through the Ten Realms." Li Xuanji said helplessly.
They all wanted to give it a try, but as the mountain masters of the Holy Mountain, they wanted to get the recognition of the Holy Master, so how could they dare to give it a try easily? If they failed... being disappointed by the Holy Master would be a consequence they could not bear.
"However, Junior Brother is so evil, we are really under a lot of pressure. Maybe we should really give it a try."
The mountain masters murmured, with complicated emotions.
Suddenly, the faces of several mountain masters changed slightly.
Including the sixth mountain master who was sitting on the first holy mountain, he couldn't help but stand up and look up.
But he saw another holy mountain shadow slowly appearing, and the figure of the second mountain master stood on the holy mountain, with the power of the avenue falling and spreading, and the will of heaven and earth was boiling and cheering.
The hearts of several mountain masters were shocked.
"Congratulations to the second senior brother for stepping into the tenth realm!"
After a long time, several mountain masters reacted and celebrated with fists.
The big demon Bai Yu and the dragon Ao Lian were already shocked and trembling with amazement.
Except for the first mountain master Yan Tongshu who rebelled against the holy mountain, the other six mountain masters all gathered together. How could they not be shocked by this lineup, which was rare in hundreds of years.
The most important thing is that they learned that the second mountain master Su Zhanxian had actually stepped into the tenth realm in this era of declining cultivation!
The second mountain master Su Zhanxian was shrouded in a hazy light, with deep eyes, hanging down in the belly of the mountain, as if he saw Anle's situation.
He smiled and looked at the mountain masters again.
"I came out to stimulate you. If you don't try hard, you will be embarrassed. Junior brother's cultivation speed... After breaking into the ninth realm, is the tenth realm still far away? You don't want to be surpassed by junior brother, right?"
The mountain masters were silent after hearing this.
Is it embarrassing to be surpassed by junior brother?
It shouldn't be... too embarrassing.
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In the capital of Dali, there was a peerless sword light, and the swords in the city trembled at this moment, shaking uncontrollably, and fluctuating endlessly.
Wang Yansheng's arm bones were shining, and the long river of precious swords was not hidden, and he attacked directly!
The peerless sword light, wrapped in domineering and sharp, pierced through and slashed at Yang Di Wang Ge Lie, who was floating outside the city with a burly body and surrounded by fire snakes!
"Come on!"
Yang Di Wang's eyes were bright, and there was excitement in his eyes. The fighting spirit was boiling and his fighting spirit was high.
The thick arm was thrown out suddenly, the surging blood and qi intertwined, and the power of the Great Dao fell, covering the arm like armor, colliding with the sword that burst out!
The fist and the sword intertwined, making a deafening roar, and the space was rippling, like a pile of fine scales.
The sword light was brilliant, blooming densely, and the extremely sharp sword light made the Great Dao power armor on King Yang Di's arm crack inch by inch, and the strong flesh was covered with sword marks!
"What a domineering sword, it is worthy of being a rare and precious sword in the world!"
"It has been difficult for a swordsmith to forge it successfully for thousands of years! This sword is good!"
King Yang Di laughed, and the black sword behind him suddenly burst out with a sword light, broke through the air, and was grasped in his hand and slashed out horizontally.
Wherever the sword light went, the space was broken inch by inch. Countless sword lights were cut out densely, and the earth was instantly plowed with holes. The sword marks were like earth dragons, hideous and terrifying!
Wang Yansheng's sleeves fluttered, his arm bones shone, he held the sword river, his frosty hair was like a sword, and he cut out the sword energy again.
The sword energy collided with the sword energy, offset each other, and destroyed each other!
This was a confrontation between two ten-level strong men, attracting the world's attention. The collision of the precious swords and swords was even more explosive.
In just a moment, the two of them fought for hundreds of moves in a row. The collision of swords and swords, the sparks bursting out jumped everywhere, burning the void, like a dazzling flower in full bloom!
The aftermath of the confrontation between the two continued to stir and vent.
The capital of Dali was so close, so it was naturally hit hard.
However, Lu Yishan naturally would not sit idly by. With a flick of his finger, the star chart slowly unfolded, and the star curtain turned into a large formation, covering the capital of Dali. The city defense formation also activated, and the hazy formation Countless symbols are intertwined, like a cliff rising horizontally, with the city wall as a boundary, covering the capital.
Winter winter winter!
The aftermath of the confrontation between the two ten-level experts hit the formation, causing it to tremble continuously and causing ripples of energy. Coupled with the protection of the stargazing chart, it blocked all the destructive forces and prevented the formation from being destroyed. , spread to the whole city, and people were devastated.
In the capital of Dali, every cultivator was shivering with chills. The pressure spread by the confrontation between the ten realm experts was too strong to suppress them.
In the ten realms, they are known as land immortals and nirvana practitioners. They are absolutely powerful and can be called immortals on earth, possessing extraordinary power.
He is a powerful person who truly stands at the pinnacle of spiritual practice, an existence that can make any practitioner look up to him.
If a country does not have the Ten Realms in charge, it is like a duckweed without roots. If there are Ten Realms in charge, it can be as stable as a mountain.
But now, two ten-level deities are fighting outside the capital!
Lu Yishan was sitting in a wheelchair, bathing in the starlight, floating over, frowning, watching the battle outside the city.
King Yangdi is very strong, but he shouldn't be the one who brings him such an urgent sense of crisis.
Because King Yangzhai did not come with a large army. Without a large army, it meant that the city defense formation could not be broken, and it would be difficult to threaten the capital of Dali.
This time, King Yangzhai probably sensed the change of ownership of the Dali Kingdom, so he hurried on to investigate the situation.
The army should still be behind, and it would take at least two days to arrive.
Therefore, the crisis cannot come from King Yangdi. As for Tu Lei, one of the three marshals, it is even more impossible for him to be in such a crisis, even if he is holding the treasure feather fan.
So, where does this crisis come from?
Lu Yishan pressed his palms on the handguards of the wheelchair, frowning, the star chart was shaking, and countless stars were falling, improving Dali's defense.
Su Muzhe came over relaxedly, looking at the battle outside the capital, and took a deep breath.
That battle was no longer something she could support.
In the battle of the Tenth Realm, even if she breaks out the Dayan Sword Formation now, it will have little impact and it will be difficult to change the situation of the battle.
"Sir, what's wrong?" Su Muzhe asked after observing Lu Yishan's solemn expression.
Wang Yansheng has indeed just broken through the tenth realm, and is indeed a little behind King Yangzhai in the second disaster realm. Maybe Lu Yishan is worried about this.
"No, although Master Wang's cultivation is one level worse than King Yangzhai, he will not necessarily be defeated. Master Wang feeds the sword with his soul, and the soul is integrated into the sword. His control over the sword is very good. King Yang Zhai is comparable, even if both are treasures, Master Wang can still hold them."
"That's not what I'm worried about..."
Lu Yishan let out a breath.
boom!
!
The battle outside the capital became more and more fierce. Wang Yansheng went all out, his fighting spirit was boiling, and he did not hold back at all. The sword light rose from the ground, shredding the ground and smashing the air!
However, after all, King Yangzhai was in a disaster situation and was superior to Wang Yansheng in terms of hard power.
The sword struck down, and the light of the sword seemed to cut through half of the sky. A knife mark was opened on the ground. On both sides of the ravine, smoke and dust rolled like sand.
The cracks in Wang Yansheng's robes were repaired, revealing the muscular body underneath. This was a tyrannical body forged by a swordsmith who wielded hammers for many years.
At this moment, there are also knife marks all over the body, and the sizzling knife energy is like a living thing trying to penetrate from the wounds.
Wang Yansheng held the iron sword and gently rubbed it with two fingers. The sword trembled and roared, shattering the sword energy all over his body.
"You are very strong, but...I will not let you destroy Dali."
Wang Yansheng held an iron sword, his frosty hair floating like a sword, staring at the burly King Yangdi holding a dark sword as big as a ruler, and said in a deep voice.
"Even with your own strength, you can't break the capital of Dali."
The sword energy around Wang Yansheng was raging and entangled like a tornado.
King Yangzhai had strong black hair, wore a fur coat, and his eyes were as deep as the stars. He did not veto because what Wang Yansheng said was true.
The city defense formation in the capital of a country, blessed by the fate of the country, is extremely powerful and difficult to break without a large army. Even the strongest in the ten realms cannot easily break through.
If Emperor Yuan Meng came in person, he might be able to break it, but he, King Yangdi, couldn't.
What's more, Wang Yansheng is still involved and blocking it.
"What you said makes sense... However, the Yuanmeng army is already on the road, and the Yuanmeng cavalry is invincible. The current city defense formation in the capital of Dali lacks national destiny and can be broken easily. You cannot hold it for long."
"Although I don't know why the national destiny of the city defense formation is missing...but since it is an opportunity, I will seize it."
Yangdi Wang Dandan said.
The aura on his body became more and more majestic, the fire of Nirvana and the God-breaking wind were intertwined around him, and the true avenue was manifested, hanging down across the sky, unparalleled in dominance.
"Then let's fight."
Wang Yansheng tapped the edge of the sword with one finger, and the sword energy was spitting out like a green snake.
"What good is it for you to die in battle? After finally setting foot in the Tenth Realm, don't you feel it's a shame to die fighting for Dali? After all, you are a practitioner of Jianchi Palace. Even if Dali changes its owner now, you can die fighting for it. How can my heart be happy?"
King Yang Zhai gently raised the black sword and said calmly.
Wang Yansheng smiled casually when he heard this: "Today's Dali belongs to the young master, and I fight for the young master. I have no regrets! I believe that as long as the young master is alive, Jianchi Palace... sooner or later the sword will conquer the world!"
King Yangzhai naturally knew who the young master Wang Yansheng was talking about. He was just surprised. King Yangzhai's trust in Anle gave him a vaguely familiar feeling, just like the trust that practitioners of the Yuanmeng Empire had in Emperor Yuanmeng. generally.
King Yangdi finally understood why Zuo Xiang Boyan said that Anle would become the biggest threat to the Yuan-Meng Empire's unification of the world.
"Anle..."
King Yangzhai murmured, and the sword energy spurted out from the broadsword.
suddenly.
King Yangdi's eyes narrowed slightly.
Wang Yansheng, whose sword energy was raging, also frowned, his frosty hair flew up, and his complexion changed slightly.
However, they saw silver snakes flying, majestic pressure coming across, the space torn apart, terrifying space cracks intertwined, like black spider webs spreading densely outside the capital of Dali!
Fairy sounds are lingering, fairy music fills the sky, there are endless rays of light and a thousand ribbons of auspicious clouds!
Such an unusual situation instantly made King Yangzhai and Wang Yansheng look solemn.
The most important thing is that one after another the aura of the avenue falls across the sky, like a beam of light, dazzling, vibrating and intertwined, extremely domineering.
Under the pillar of light, there were figures one after another, lingering with immortal energy, with muscles of ice and bones of jade.
The silver space power intertwined and fluctuated. After the space calmed down, these four figures walked out of it, and the powerful spiritual power spread like the tide of a great lake.
"God of Heaven?!"
King Yangzhai's eyes narrowed and his heart was shaken.
Wang Yansheng held the sword in his hand, his whole body tense, and there was a surge of murderous intent.
� shrouded his whole body and gave him goosebumps.
In the capital of Dali, Lu Yishan took a deep breath. Sure enough... the biggest crisis did not come from King Yangdi.
But it comes from these... the immortals from heaven.
Lu Yishan's eyes flickered and stars surged.
Are these people obviously not mortal beings, immortals from heaven who descended from the descendants of the Tiger Amber Immortal Lord who came out of the tomb of the First Emperor?
As for why it appeared here, Lu Yishan understood it after thinking for a moment.
These immortals are naturally here for the young master!
"The First Emperor's coffin..."
Lu Yishan rubbed his palms and slowly closed his eyes.
Sure enough, outside the capital of Dali.
The leader of the Immortal Prodigy, with indifferent eyes, intertwined with brilliant silver light, glanced at King Yang Zhai and Wang Yansheng. The two ten realms... were indeed beyond his expectation, but that was all.
This time, the four geniuses of the White Tiger Family who received the power of the White Tiger Family to bring their souls into the human world are all those whose names have been left on the Immortal Pride Monument.
The strongest one is naturally the leader, Hu Xuankong, who masters the avenue of space. He is a young genius from the White Tiger family and has left his name seventy-seven on the Immortal Pride Monument.
The remaining three are Huhuangshi, Huhuangyin, and Huhuangsha. The names on the Xianjiao Monument are all out of the hundred. Although the names on the Xianjiao Monument are not high, it depends on who they are compared with. Those whose names are left on the monument are the five ancient immortal families in the sky, as well as the prodigies of heaven. The most evil ones have even set foot in the realm of the original immortal king.
Their names on the Immortal Pride Monument are not high, but in the human world, they have the confidence to crush everything.
Hu Xuankong's gaze passed over Wang Yansheng and landed in the capital of Dali. His brows were slightly furrowed, and the silver light in his eyes was flowing, as if he was sensing the aura of the First Emperor's coffin, but he did not feel it.
"Taoist Qingyun said that the boy should be called Anle... Isn't this boy in the city?"
Hu Xuankong's eyes were cold and ruthless, without any emotion, and he looked at the people and practitioners in the capital of Dali from a bird's eye view.
boom!
!
King Yangzhai's scalp was numb at the moment. Among the four ten realms, the leader among them had mastered the avenue of space, which was extremely impressive. How could he not be afraid of the sudden appearance of such a lineup.
His expression changed for a moment, and King Yang Zhai raised his hand and grabbed Tu Lei, who was already trembling under the aura of the Tenth Realm, with five fingers, and directly turned into a sword and pierced the air and left.
Hu Xuankong glanced at the departing King of Yangzhai, smiled disdainfully, and did not pursue him. The purpose of their coming to the world was to obtain the coffin of the First Emperor Ying Qin and seal his body that was about to transform into a drought demon.
Tens of thousands of years on earth, but only a hundred years in heaven. Hu Xuankong has still heard of the name of the first emperor of the world, Ying Qin. That battle against the sky was so vigorous that the White Tiger family shed blood because of it, and many immortal kings fell, even some powerful ones. Bloodshed.
We attach great importance to any transformation of the First Emperor Ying Qin and will never allow the Battle of Defeating Heaven to reappear.
Wang Yansheng did not respond. He sensed the surging murderous intent of Hu Xuankong and others. These people... were targeting the young master and were extremely dangerous.
The big sleeves are swaying, the arm bones are shining, the sword energy is raging and filial.
Wang Yansheng held the sword in his hand. The sword was as bright as a dragon and sharp. He did not flinch and wanted to fight.
Hu Xuankong's eyes shifted from the Dali capital and fell on Wang Yansheng, with the corners of his lips raised slightly.
The next moment, the silver light from Hu Xuankong's body was released, rolling like a silver snake, intertwining and lashing into the void. The body disappeared directly. When it reappeared, it was already within a few feet of Wang Yansheng's side, raising the power of space. The huge condensed palm slapped down hard.
Wang Yansheng's beard and hair were flying, his eyes were shining, and he was under terrible pressure, but he was not afraid. His clothes were torn, revealing his bronzed muscular body. He grasped the sword to the length of the river and held it out brazenly.
The soul in the sword was forged by the sword's light, causing the sword to be cast in a glow of rays of light.
Cut open the silver dragons one after another, and chop straight into the huge palm!
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