Chapter 267: The Power of Time Is Revealed for the First Time. The Divine Power Kills the Venerable, and the Seven-Colored Wind that Breaks the Gods Overcomes the Two Disasters.

Wenyuan, green mountains far away.

Countless white walls and black tiles dotted the houses like the Jiangnan water town between the mountains, and the students in green Confucian robes all came out.

With a stunned look on their faces, their hearts were empty, as if something was taken away, their minds were not so clear, and their thoughts became turbid.

The remaining stars in the sky, the lightning was not extinguished, and they flashed across the treetops.

The Confucian robes of the students fluttered, and they looked at the dark sky with a look of loss on their faces. They could see a stone tablet bathed in starlight, floating up, like a moving sea of ​​stars.

"Wenqu Tablet..."

The Confucian students muttered.

Many great Confucian scholars who were studying in the Wenyuan trembled slightly, and their eyes showed despair.

Wenqu Tablet... left the Wenyuan. From now on, the Wenyuan of Dazhao... will no longer have Wenqu Tablet sitting in it, and it will no longer be considered the orthodoxy of the world.

After the Forest of Questioning the Heart, there is a stele pavilion in the sea of ​​bamboo.

The stele pavilion is empty at this moment.

Two figures fell down in an instant, looking blankly at the hollowed-out Wenqu stele in the stele pavilion, feeling their scalps tingling and their hair standing on end.

The second teacher Pang Ji was extremely old, with ravines all over his face, and every ravine was trembling.

"Wenqu stele...how could it leave?"

Pang Ji's body was shaking, with confusion and pain in his turbid eyes.

As a teacher of the Academy of Literature, he knew too well what the Wenqu stele would represent to the Academy once it was separated.

The talent of the Great Zhao Dynasty would wither, Confucianism would wither, and there would be no future to continue. It would be difficult to produce talented talents in literature and Taoism, and the righteous spirit would no longer exist.

Although the Academy of Literature today is involved with the powerful, the students of the Academy still produce some talented younger generations every year.

Pang Ji knew that this was because of the Wenqu Monument. The Wenqu Monument was in the Wenyuan, so the Wenyuan was still the place that all scholars in the world yearned for and rushed to.

"Why else? Da Zhao can't keep the Wenqu Monument." Next to Pang Ji was the great scholar Zhu Huoxi. Zhu Huoxi's eyes were much deeper, and his Confucian robes were flying. He was not as confused and sad as Pang Ji.

In fact, Zhu Huoxi had already anticipated today's situation.

"In today's Da Zhao, do you think the Wenqu Monument can still be kept? Leaving the Wenqu Monument in Lin'an is just an insult to the Wenqu Monument, which will gradually consume the talent in the Wenqu Monument."

"Da Zhao has become a place of ascension and is connected with God. The national destiny of Da Zhao has been sold to God by the emperor of the Zhao family. Can scholars like me still study in Da Zhao? Can we still feel at ease?"

Zhu Huoxi shook his head, with heaviness and relief in his words.

"The academy of literature today is no longer worthy of being called an academy of literature."

"I heard that Master Wang reopened an academy in Xiliang City, which now attracts many scholars from all over the world. Every day and every night, scholars argue for knowledge, and the talents and talents that collide with each other. There...maybe it is the real academy of literature, where the hopes and dreams of scholars begin."

Zhu Huoxi said softly with his hands behind his back.

"Da Zhao has lost the people's hearts."

Zhu Huoxi shook his head and said nothing more. He turned around and walked away from the academy step by step.

Where should he go? Maybe...he should go to Wang Banshan's academy to study.

Wang Banshan wanted to reform the academy of literature, but he had no ability to do so, and no one supported him, so he gave up the academy, left the academy, gave up his identity as a master of the academy, traveled around the world, and reopened an academy in the rebuilt Xiliang City after the fall of Xiliang.

That academy was Wang Banshan's original intention, and it was a place where scholars showed their purest literary talent and talent.

Zhu Huoxi thought that he should like it.

As a senior scholar of the Academy of Literature, he has made enough contributions to the Academy of Literature.

He did not participate in the compromise between the Great Zhao and the Confucian scholars of the Academy of Literature. He focused on learning, studying various classics, silently guarding the Wenqu Monument, and fulfilling his greatest responsibility.

And now, the Wenqu Monument has been separated.

It also means that Zhu Huoxi should be separated.

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Compared with the separation of the Wenqu Monument, Wu Kuishi's rushing out of the Wu Temple did not cause much waves.

The warriors in the Wu Temple were excited, cheering, looking forward to it, and excited.

In Lin'an, Wu Kuishi did not receive the same treatment as the Wenqu Monument. Instead, because he had helped Anle before, he became the target of various suppressions by the Emperor of the Great Zhao.

The Wu Kui Stone is no longer a treasure of the Martial Temple. It is guarded by the heavy soldiers sent by the Emperor of Great Zhao. Even the warriors of the Martial Temple have lost the opportunity to see the Wu Kui Stone and forge their bodies in front of the Wu Kui Stone.

Therefore, now that the Wu Kui Stone has escaped, they are naturally cheering for it.

In the Martial Temple, one after another, the warriors and generals with mixed blood and energy rushed out. They roared and ran happily, following the Wu Kui Stone and ran to the most tightly guarded Tianlao in Lin'an Prefecture.

...

...

Boom!

!

The eleventh level of tribulation thunder is extremely terrifying, and it also contains the power of destiny.

With the emergence of the power of destiny, Anle can basically determine who is the person who wants to kill him with the power of tribulation thunder.

It is Yan Tongshu, the former owner of the First Mountain.

The thunder fell like plasma, wrapping around and bathing Yan Tongshu's body. At this moment, the white-haired old man displayed an unparalleled demeanor.

After he escaped from the Lishan Tomb, he began to plan and plot. He had naturally heard of Anle's power, so he thought about how to deal with Anle.

Finally, he thought of it.

He set a trap and arranged a killing game, intending to use the thunder of the eleventh realm to kill Anle.

This was a killing game that must be killed. Either he died or Anle died, or... they died together.

However, Yan Tongshu still hoped that Anle would die, and his glimmer of hope was actually in it...

If Anle could be killed, then his fate would be clear, and everything he saw would be extremely clear, because the variables disappeared, and he could naturally see everything clearly.

Then his destiny would be able to condense the origin, step into the eleventh realm, and become the most powerful person in the world.

Using Ye Longsheng and Di Zang as traps and arranging a thunder-inducing formation next to the sky prison was his purpose.

Boom!

!

The thunder fell with a loud bang.

The Wenqu Tablet and Wukui Stone both appeared, which surprised Yan Tongshu a little.

These are two third-level treasures. The Wenqu Tablet and Wukui Stone are both things that have been passed down for thousands of years. Among them, the Wenqu Tablet is a treasure of Confucianism and Taoism, and the Wukui Stone is a treasure of military strategists.

Among the hundreds of schools of thought, the truly powerful ones, among which Confucianism and military strategists are both outstanding.

Since Yan Tongshu has already launched an attack, there is naturally no possibility of stopping. If he stops at this time, he will definitely be burned by the thunder, die, and all his previous efforts will be wasted!

"Do you plan to use the thunder of destiny to wash and cut off the mysterious connection between the Great Zhao Dynasty and the Wenqu Tablet and Wukui Stone?"

"In fact, there is no need to do so. The fate of the Great Zhao was betrayed by Zhao Tianyan. The connection between the Wenqu Tablet and Wukui Stone and the Great Zhao will slowly be cut off automatically, but you... can't wait."

Yan Tongshu's body was surging with plasma, and his eyes became extremely bright!

"If you use the two third-level treasures, the Wenqu Tablet and the Wukui Stone, to stop this killing calamity, then there may be a possibility of success!"

"After all, they are two third-level treasures..."

"But you did not choose to do so. You just planned to use the thunder to wash away and cut off the fate connection between the two treasures and Da Zhao!"

"You are too arrogant!"

Yan Tongshu said angrily.

Today, he wants to kill Anle, kill this huge variable, and return the world to clarity!

The variables brought by Anle are really difficult to capture.

Just like Yan Tongshu, he could never imagine that Anle could actually fight against the reincarnation of the Zhenwu Emperor, and wanted to hinder the expansion of the Ascension Land with his own strength!

It's just a monster!

If such a monster is killed by him, the fate of the world will be clear.

Then the fate feedback he gets must be extremely magnificent!

Boom!

!

It was as if an extremely huge electric dragon rolled and lashed the Wenqu Monument fiercely. Countless shadows of Confucian robes were annihilated, and the sound of reciting poems that filled the world disappeared.

Countless electric snakes wandered on the Wenqu Monument.

On the other side, the Wukui Stone also roared, making a muffled sound, and the electric currents washed and intertwined, as if the blood and qi were about to be dispersed and shattered.

The shadows of the Wukui of all generations presented in the Wukui Stone also fell apart.

This is the eleventh realm of the tribulation thunder, which is extremely terrifying!

However, it is precisely because of this terrifying tribulation thunder that the mysterious connection between the two treasures washed away and the national destiny of the Great Zhao began to break.

Although the national destiny of the Great Zhao was sacrificed by Zhao Tianyan using the Ascension Technique.

But it does not mean that this national destiny has disappeared.

At this moment, with the washing of the fate thunder, the connection between the Wenqu Monument and the Wukui Stone and the national destiny of the Great Zhao Dynasty has really broken.

However, this is what Anle hopes for.

White clothes fluttered in the air, Anle stood in the shattered ruins of the sky prison. In the ruins, Ye Longsheng, Di Zang and Ye Wenxi had already raised their heads and looked at the situation with difficulty under the terrifying pressure.

The eleventh realm of thunder made them feel a nightmare-like horror.

As peerless warriors who had reached the ninth realm, Ye Longsheng and Di Zang were facing the Nirvana Fire among the three disasters of the tenth realm. However, the third disaster of the tenth realm was the thunder of annihilation, which was extremely terrifying.

The eleventh realm of thunder in front of them was far beyond the thunder of annihilation.

If it weren't for Anle's aura expansion, which supported the pressure of the thunder, they might have to kneel on the ground directly under the thunder, without even the strength to raise their heads.

This was the first time that Ye Longsheng, Di Zang and Ye Wenxi had truly seen Anle's strength.

It was different from the city guard general who easily bounced away the Ninth Realm at the city gate, it was different from the immortal who was scared away by An Le's appearance, and it was also different from the confrontation with the exiled immortal Zhao Xianyou, whose specific strength was illusory and could not be seen through.

Only at this moment, facing the eleventh realm of the thunder, he was still calm and calm, and his face did not change color, can we most intuitively feel An Le's powerful strength.

"Uncle Yan Tong."

An Le looked at Yan Tongshu calmly, and the surrounding ruins and rubble, under the terrible aura formed by the eleventh realm of the thunder, flowed back and floated into the air.

Facing the eleventh realm of the thunder, An Le did not intend to use the Wenqu Tablet and Wu Kui Stone to resist it.

He came to Lin'an for three main purposes.

One was to meet Zhao Xianyou and judge Zhao Xianyou's strength.

The second purpose is to save Ye Longsheng and Di Zang, especially Di Zang, who is an old friend of Anle. He once extended a helping hand to Anle when Anle was weak, so Anle would come to save him, which can be regarded as a repayment of cause and effect.

And the third purpose is to take away the Wenqu Tablet and Wukui Stone.

Needless to say, the Wukui Stone is very close to Anle. The Wukui of all generations in the Wukui Stone once emerged to help Anle create the ancient monster Five Animals, pointing out the direction for Anle's growth.

Therefore, the Wukui Stone has a deep relationship with Anle. In the current Great Zhao Dynasty, the Wukui Stone will only be polluted if it is left here, so Anle wants to take it away and place it in Dali City.

On the other hand, the Wenqu Tablet also has a relationship with Anle. Anle once extradited Haoran on the Wenqu Tablet and formed Haoran's sword energy, so he can also extradite the Wenqu Tablet.

For these two treasures, Anle has made plans to place them.

The Wukui Stone is placed in Dali City to cultivate peerless military generals.

The Wenqu Tablet is placed in Xiliang, because the third master Wang Banshan built a new academy in Xiliang, which attracted scholars from all over the world to come, and all the literary talents in the world gathered in Xiliang.

The original Xiliang... was the capital of the Demon Kingdom, where too many people died, there were too many wronged souls, and there was a lot of death, ghosts, and evil spirits.

And Wang Banshan built the academy in Xiliang, intending to use the talents of the world to wash away the evil spirits of the Demon Kingdom.

Therefore, Anle felt that it was most appropriate to put the Wenqu Monument in Xiliang.

Boom!

!

The Wenqu Monument and the Wukui Stone were all stretched out.

On Anle's body, silver light was brilliant, and the third-level treasure Void Armor directly covered his body. He rose up step by step and rushed towards the peerless thunder wrapped by Yan Tongshu.

The spine roared, and the blood rolled like a river and sea. Four mountain and river tripods rushed out from the acupoints, turning into four streams of light, combining into a picture of mountains, rivers, and states.

The power of the holy weapon was diffused and intertwined!

Of course, Anle also knew the horror of the eleventh realm tribulation thunder. With his tenth realm and one disaster cultivation, he might be able to block the power of the tribulation thunder by manipulating the holy weapon, but he could not completely block it.

As for the Mountain River Society Map, Anle had actually shown it in the previous confrontation with Zhao Xianyou.

Yan Tongshu should know it, but he still brought the eleventh realm tribulation thunder here, because he was sure that Anle could not fully exert the power of the holy weapon. As long as the tribulation thunder could penetrate out, it would be impossible to block it with the one disaster cultivation!

Boom!

!

One-third of the Mountain River Society Map was covered by countless plasma, and the electric currents were intertwined and raging in it, constantly roaring and exploding.

Then, the plasma penetrated the Society Map and the four Mountain River Cauldrons.

In the plasma, the figure of Yan Tongshu emerged!

"Anle!

!"

Yan Tongshu was covered in the power of the Great Dao of Destiny, like a god walking out of the sea of ​​thunder, his eyes bursting with brilliant lightning, and he grabbed with his bare hands, as if he had grabbed a spear.

His eyes were burning, and if he killed Anle and strangled the variables, his Great Dao of Destiny would be complete, his own cultivation would leap to the next level, and even the future path of cultivation would be smooth, until he became the Supreme in the World!

And the focus of all this was Anle!

"Die!"

Yan Tongshu's murderous intent reached an unprecedented height at this moment, and this was the most terrifying wave of murderous intent he burst out and showed.

Anle's white clothes fluttered in the wind, and his body was already floating.

In the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows, his soul competed for his eyes, and the rosy clouds were thousands of feet high, and his murderous intent was also extremely strong.

For this former master of the First Mountain, although they had been in the same sect, the other party had never stopped blocking his path of cultivation.

At this moment, he even transferred the eleventh realm of thunder to kill him, who had just entered the tenth realm.

How big is the hatred?

However, Anle does not blame Yan Tongshu, because he knows that his existence has blocked Yan Tongshu's way and blocked Yan Tongshu's path.

If Yan Tongshu wants to continue to become stronger and wants to walk out of the smooth road, he must kill Anle.

Anle can understand.

But understanding is understanding, which does not mean that Anle will surrender, because Yan Tongshu wants to kill him, which is equivalent to strangling Anle's life and cutting off all Anle's future practice.

So, this can actually be regarded as a Tao dispute.

Tao dispute... has nothing to do with right or wrong.

Only, life and death!

Anle raised his hand and tapped his eyebrows.

Tao fruit, all the real power of the Tao of Time in the Tao Drink were released by Anle.

At this moment, Anle showed not the power of the Tao of Space, but the power of the Tao of Time...

The strongest power recognized by even the Saint Master!

It was as if I saw a long winding river, in which waves were rising, and each wave reflected various pictures, which were pictures of the past, spanning time and space.

There were pictures of the beginning of the world.

There were pictures of the strongest human race fighting fierce beasts in ancient times.

There were pictures of human leaders taking fire from the sky and changing the fate of the human race.

There were also pictures of the era of a hundred schools of thought, geniuses emerged, the human race's cultivation fortune flourished, and the world was shaken.

There were also pictures of the emperor of the world pointing his sword to the sky ten thousand years ago, and attacking the sky!

These pictures kept flowing, misty into airflow, incomparably magical and incomparably magical.

Anle's body roared, and his flesh and blood were shaking. This was the first time he used the power of the real time without reservation.

Facing the eleventh level of thunder, Anle was actually very clear that if he resisted hard, it would be difficult to resist this thunder, and it would even make the power of thunder stronger and stronger.

It can be said that at this moment, Yan Tongshu is already a true Eleventh Level Origin Venerable.

He used the power of the thunder tribulation to complete the transition in level.

If you survive this disaster, you can complete the condensation of the origin and achieve transcendence in power!

And Anle completely drained the power of the real time stored in the Daoyin Daoguo, and not only that, he also used a lot of stored time and purple time.

At this moment, Anle felt the power swelling in his body, and his flesh and blood seemed to be unable to bear it. He was about to burst, shattered, and die.

However, on his body, there were ancient scriptures emerging. It was the ancestral scripture of the human way, a very ancient scripture. The golden scriptures were all over Anle's body and internal organs, like a big net, trapping and stabilizing Anle's flesh and blood, which was extremely resilient and would not be shattered under the impact of energy.

And this was Anle's performance of doing his best. It can be said that it was the first time that he completely burst out his strongest power.

He did not rely on the treasure, nor did he rely on the holy weapon.

It was a simple and pure explosion of his own power.

This is the importance of the eleventh realm of tribulation thunder.

Even a strong man like the Yuan Meng Emperor suffered a heavy blow when he passed the eleventh realm disaster. Anle dare not underestimate him.

Although he can kill the half-step origin now, what if... he capsizes in the gutter because of the thunder, then there is no place to regret!

Boom!

The bamboo sword Qingshan floated up and was held in Anle's hand. The violent power flowed into the sword from the flesh. At this moment, this broken bamboo sword was still able to withstand the surging power of the real time avenue in Anle's body.

Even vaguely, on the bamboo sword... there was even a hidden, strange sword energy that Anle had never felt before.

Countless sword energy and sword light were sweeping, rushing straight into the bullfight and straight into the sky!

The blood of the flesh was boiling, and the long river of the soul was raising huge waves!

Facing Yan Tongshu, who was close to his body and holding the thunder spear to kill him, Anle handed out a sword.

One sword is Yin, and one sword is Yang!

It was the Yin-Yang sword energy that he had just realized from the battle with the exiled immortal Zhao Xianyou!

Boom!

The sword wheel that seemed to be a mixture of black and white was slowly pushed out, crashing into the thunder spear that was shining with extreme light.

The collision between the sword and the spear was like the collision of the two top forces between heaven and earth!

Even Anle, at this moment, felt that his body was a little difficult to support, and he could not continue. His flesh and blood were broken and turned blood red.

Because Anle's body could not bear such a majestic power of the real time avenue.

This was Anle's last resort.

In order to powerfully kill the robbery thunder, he used it completely at this moment!

Thunder, annihilated...

The sword energy of virtuality and reality, Yin and Yang are like wheels.

The thunder spear was broken into pieces, and countless plasmas seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, and all of them disappeared into nothingness.

The expectation and enthusiasm on Yan Tongshu's face began to solidify, and then, disbelief emerged in his eyes. He didn't seem to expect that the result would be like this.

His flesh and blood began to crumble, even the eleventh level of the Tribulation Thunder could not withstand this terrifying sword energy.

This is definitely not an ordinary sword energy!

"What kind of power is this?"

Yan Tongshu felt that his flesh and blood seemed to be decaying, as if he had experienced the changes of time, and under a sword, it was cut off.

Yan Tongshu stared at Anle and murmured.

Anle's body was blood red, his black hair was vigorous, but his face was very calm.

"The power of time."

Anle said.

Let Yan Tongshu die with a clear mind.

Everyone is a seeker of the Tao. Yan Tongshu wanted to kill Anle, but it was just to kill Anle, a mess of fate, this person who could not be seen through.

If it were someone else, who could mess up fate and mess up the future, Yan Tongshu would also spare no effort to attack.

Because this is a fight for the Tao.

Boom!

The sword light galloped between heaven and earth, the virtual and real sword energy, the yin and yang sword wheel, like cutting time and pushing years!

Yan Tongshu disappeared in the sky, and the sword energy was like a gust of wind, blowing his body into ashes and dissipating in the wind.

This sword was really amazing, even amazing the whole world.

Ye Longsheng and Di Zang were dumbfounded, stunned, and even fanaticism appeared in their eyes.

Such power should be enough to challenge the Yuan Mongolian emperor, right? !

Going north across the river to attack Yuan, perhaps... following Anle is the most promising one.

All the practitioners in Lin'an City were silent, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

On the Feihu Immortal Mountain, the Buddha Land Lingshan Arhat, who was half a step away from the origin, was stunned.

"What kind of monster is this? This sword... I'm afraid anyone below the third-turn immortal can be killed. Monster, it's really a monster!"

"Such a style, amazing and peerless, even when the Buddha was young, the Lord of Heaven was in his prime, it was no more than this."

Outside the Tianlao, which had long been reduced to ruins.

Prince Zhao Shenyan collapsed to the ground, trembling all over. He looked at the young man in white clothes in the air, who looked like a god or demon. The fear in his heart was like a shadow covering the sky and the sun, completely covering him.

"How could this be... Sir... How could he fail?"

"This is the calamity of the eleventh realm, the eleventh realm! Is there an eleventh realm in the world today? This is a legendary realm!"

Zhao Shenyan felt his mentality collapse a little.

That is the difference between one thought and one thought.

Yan Tongshu used the calamity of the eleventh realm, and he thought it was a sure thing. But who would have thought that Anle, who was only in the tenth realm and one disaster realm, could easily block the thunder of the calamity, and even wiped out the thunder of the calamity that integrated the power of the destiny avenue with one sword!

It was simply...amazing!

And all of Zhao Shenyan's confidence, all of his expectations and hopes were shattered by this sword, and completely dissipated with the ashes of Yan Tongshu.

Can Zhao Shenyan deal with such a monster?

In the Tianxuan Palace of Lin'an Imperial City.

The Zhao family emperor fell on the dragon throne like a puddle of mud.

Even if his life span was extended, he did not have the slightest joy, but only endless terror.

If Anle wanted to kill all the creatures in Lin'an today, and wanted to kill him, the Zhao family emperor...

I'm afraid he could do it easily.

However, the Zhao family emperor's only hope is that the immortals in heaven will not let him die so easily, because his existence itself represents the national destiny of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

If he dies, the national destiny will collapse, and the immortal land will naturally collapse.

Perhaps, this is the only comfort for Zhao Tianyan, the Zhao family emperor.

In the peach blossom courtyard.

Petals flying.

Zhao Xianyou raised his hand and picked up a petal of the falling peach blossom, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

"Such a sword..."

"This boy actually retained his strength during the confrontation with me..."

Zhao Xianyou murmured.

Such a powerful sword, even the reincarnation of the Zhenwu Emperor, would find it difficult to resist.

He had to use the power of Zhenwu.

"There is a monster in the world... Can the Ascension Plan really succeed easily?"

At this moment, Zhao Xianyou was also a little confused.

...

...

Boom!

!

The terrifying aura was still spreading and intertwined, suppressing everyone's heart. The whole Lin'an seemed to be facing a world-destroying disaster.

Black clouds were hanging in the sky, and countless thunder plasmas rolled in them, like angry dragons roaring.

However, with the death of Yan Tongshu, the strong man who led the thunder, the disaster ended without a disease and began to slowly dissipate.

As for Anle, the battle ended in one second.

This first eleventh realm tribulation was considered as one he had passed through, and he passed through it in an alternative way without knowing it.

"However, this is not my eleventh realm tribulation, my eleventh realm tribulation... must be more terrifying than this."

Anle was emitting heat all over his body, like a furnace burning, releasing scorching heat waves.

Thunder was intertwined and entangled between every inch of his flesh and blood.

However, as Yan Tongshu was killed by him, this strong man who officially crossed over to the realm of the eleventh realm origin master was killed by Anle... Naturally, it was judged that Anle crossed the border to kill the enemy.

And it was a genuine killing of the eleventh realm origin master in his prime with a real sword and gun.

The majestic origin of the pure air feedback swept and surged like a great river in the Jedi.

The origin of the pure air reflected by the [Fearless Heart] Dao Fruit is extremely pure and real. Anle had originally guessed that this origin of pure air was the supreme origin.

But later, he discovered that this origin of pure air might be directly taken from the origin of heaven and earth itself, which is of extraordinary significance.

Boom boom boom!

Circles of air waves began to expand and expand with Anle's body as the center.

Anle stood in the air in a white dress, slightly closing his eyes.

The origin of the breath flowed, madly pouring into the limbs and bones, as well as the mind space, nourishing and repairing the slight injuries on Anle's body. After the repair, the shattered thunder power flowed like a thread, tempering Anle's body.

The internal organs were shining, and the scriptures of the Human Dao Zujing flashed with golden light, as if they were alive, and madly intertwined on the surface of Anle's body, as if they were wriggling. Anle's perception of the Human Dao Zujing seemed to rise rapidly at this moment.

The third ancient scripture emerged in his mind and he silently operated it.

Boom!

!

Finally, under the blessing of the original pure energy feedback of the Fearless Heart Dao Fruit, Anle's body broke free from the shackles and jumped directly from the late stage of the Ten Realms and the First Disaster to the physical level comparable to the Ten Realms and the Second Disaster.

The long river of the soul also underwent a transformation, rolling with huge waves, and the power of the mind seemed to have been tempered and became extremely condensed!

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a terrifying storm sweeping in.

It showed seven colors, very gorgeous, but extremely cold, making every practitioner in Lin'an City feel that their minds were frozen and facing death.

It was as if their souls would be blown away by the wind.

"Ten Realms and the Second Disaster, the Seven-Colored Wind that Breaks the God!"

On the Feihu Immortal Mountain, the Buddha Land Arhat stared. As a strong man at the half-step origin level, he could easily recognize the disaster that Anle was facing at the moment.

The fire of Nirvana, the wind of breaking gods, and the thunder of annihilation!

These are the three disasters that the practitioners of the ten realms need to face. Every time they pass through a disaster, their strength will be greatly improved.

Finally, if they impact the thunder of the eleventh realm, they can ascend to the realm of the eleventh realm and become the venerable of the world, the immortal king of heaven!

"Are you going to pass the second disaster?"

"But this is... Lin'an, the place of ascension... Anle actually passed the disaster here so openly?"

The half-step origin arhat of the Buddha's land and Lingshan suddenly showed a strange look on his face.

There was also a feeling of grievance.

He felt humiliated and ignored.

Anle passed the disaster here openly, and undoubtedly did not take him, the half-step origin, seriously, and felt that he could not pose any threat.

What a humiliation!

"Amitabha, the Buddha said that we should help others to achieve their goals. This boy is so stunning that he can surpass those who are surviving the eleventh realm and break the two disasters of the tenth realm... He deserves this calamity."

"Buddha has mercy on me."

On the Feihu Immortal Mountain, the Arhat murmured, then put his palms together, lowered his eyes, and closed his eyes.

Out of sight, out of mind.

You, Anle, want to humiliate me, then humiliate me.

The seven-color God-breaking wind swept across, how terrifying... It was the strongest God-breaking wind among the two disasters.

Just like the Nirvana Heavenly Immortal Fire that Anle had faced before, the seven-color God-breaking wind was a force of the same level as the Nirvana Heavenly Immortal Fire!

In the mind space, Anle's mind river roared, and the second-level mind river was extremely powerful. He let the seven-color God-breaking wind blow, and the river surface was surging. Under the scouring of the seven-color God-breaking wind, it became more tenacious and did not break.

The River of Soul even became more powerful because of this, and even achieved a leap in level, and began to approach the third-level River of Soul!

Of course, it is obviously impossible to rush to the third-level River of Soul in one go. Anle estimated that if he wanted to transform the River of Soul and reach the third level, he might have to complete the three disasters in the tenth realm, or... really step into the eleventh realm before it was possible.

However, at this moment, with extremely powerful spiritual power, he passed the two disasters and the seven-colored wind that broke the god. Anle's mind became stronger, and his soul was transformed.

In the Dao Fruit Space, every Dao Fruit of Time seemed to be affected by the transformed soul at this moment and became restless, thus achieving a slight improvement in the rank of Dao Fruit.

After the Dao Fruit Space, the River of Time rushed like a stream.

The Dao Drink Dao Fruit that was originally squeezed dry, like a giant whale drinking wildly, absorbed and condensed the majestic power of the real Dao of Time and stored in it, and bloomed in the Dao Fruit Space, shining brightly.

The Ancestral Sword Spirit was so excited that it almost cheered and jumped for joy, circling around the Dao Drink and Dao Fruit.

Secretly picking up some of the real power of the Great Dao of Time that was leaking out...

This secretly obtained real power of the Great Dao of Time... simply made the Ancestral Sword Spirit too satisfied, almost sinking, and it could no longer leave Anle.

At this moment, Anle sat cross-legged above the broken Lin'an Sky Prison.

The aura on his body began to recover from the weakness after the great terror that broke out during the confrontation...

From the outside to the inside, from the inside to the outside.

An unprecedented and drastic transformation of his body and mind, which only he could perceive, was quietly and silently taking place.

The revived aura, from weak to vigorous, from subtle to vigorous.

Until the end, in the perception of all the practitioners in Lin'an, there was no more cover, and it was deep and vast.

Like abyss, like the sea, like the sun shining brightly!

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