Chapter 303: Drinking a Cup of Wine Makes Life Worthwhile

"My sword?"

Anle was slightly stunned, and had some doubts in his heart because of what the Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit said.

"Which sword?"

Anle asked.

There are quite a lot of swords in his hand, including the Bamboo Sword Qingshan, the Vermilion Bird Sword, and the Soft Light Sword. These are all treasure-level swords. If you count them in detail, the Soul River can also be turned into a sword of the soul when necessary.

But Anle knew that the Vermillion Bird Sword and the Soft Light Sword were probably not the swords mentioned by the Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit.

The sword energy lingering around the ancestral sword spirit, bathed in the power of the true path of time, is very leisurely and comfortable, and the pressure of its own sword is also constantly rising.

It seems that he is somewhat dismissive of the issue of peace and happiness.

"What other sword could you have?"

"The two swords you hide in your five internal organs are not even third-level treasures... are they worthy to be used to seal such a holy-level formation?"

The little girl's voice contained a disdainful smile, showing her disdain for the Vermillion Bird Sword and the Soft Light Sword.

Two precious swords, in its eyes, are nothing more than that.

Maybe the third-level most precious sword can be given a high look, but the second-level most precious sword...

Not caring at all.

"Is that Bamboo Sword Qingshan?"

Anle took a deep breath and said.

The Bamboo Sword Qingshan... is his personal sword. What Zhao Huangting passed down to him is the sword that has accompanied him from being weak to being powerful now, standing at the pinnacle of the human world.

It may not be as domineering as the most precious sword, nor as sharp as a real sword, but in Anle's heart, its meaning is greater than the sword itself.

"of course."

"Your bamboo sword is quite good. It seems that you are good at choosing a sword master. I chose you when you were weak."

Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit said with a smile.

For Zhujian Qingshan, he is obviously not so disdainful and frivolous, and seems to have some appreciation.

"Do you want to use a bamboo sword?"

When Anle heard the news, she still felt a little sad.

"This sword means a lot to me. It was given by an elder and has inherited his will."

Anle said softly.

"It's normal. Every sword cultivator has special feelings for his or her sword. It's hard to let go of it. It's normal."

"However, a sword never passes through one owner. There is no immortality in this world, but swords can last forever."

"The bamboo sword in your hand has experienced more than one generation of sword masters, hasn't it?"

Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit said.

"Now, if you want to seal the holy formation, you have to sacrifice this sword. Of course, it's a sacrifice... but it doesn't actually destroy this sword. This sword's rank is still not low. Although it's not as good as mine, but It won’t be destroyed easily.”

"It's just used to seal the formation. This sword is needed to suppress the formation and serve as a seal."

Anle felt relieved when he heard this.

It would be better if the bamboo sword Qingshan is destroyed. If this sword is really destroyed, Anle will really feel a little entangled and melancholy.

On one side is the world, on the other side is the sword that has witnessed his growth and accompanied him from weak to powerful.

Choices always present a dilemma.

However, Anle was a little curious. He knew that the Bamboo Sword Qingshan was very mysterious and powerful. The Saint Master also said that this sword had an extraordinary origin.

The mottled bamboo sheds a thousand tears, and the red clouds bloom with hundreds of layers of clothing.

The material of the bamboo sword Qingshan is special, and it is tainted with the meaning of the emperor.

But, more concretely, happiness is unknowable.

"Senior, do you know the origin of the bamboo sword in my hand? I have never been able to tell the quality of this bamboo sword. It has a toughness that is not weaker than that of a treasure. It is very sharp, but it does not have the light and aura of a treasure. "

Anle expressed her doubts and asked.

The Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit was silent for a moment after hearing this, as if he was not very willing to tell the secret.

However, I feel very conscientious when I think of the true power of the great road that An Le has repeatedly paid homage to.

Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit still spoke.

"Why do I say that only by sacrificing your sword can the Holy Immortal Formation be sealed... Don't look at this bamboo sword, which is quite tattered, but it is the sword of the emperor."

"It's true that it has been tainted with the emperor's will, but the sword itself is unusual."

"You know me as the Ancestral Sword of Heaven, but do you know that both the human sword and the Netherworld actually have one sword, called the Ancestral Sword."

"The Human Ancestral Sword, the Netherworld Ancestral Sword... are slightly inferior to me in terms of rank and were suppressed by me, but they are indeed the Ancestral Swords."

The Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit spoke reluctantly and revealed a huge secret.

"In the heavenly calendar, a war that turbulent the Three Realms broke out thousands of years ago. That battle... involved three swords. The strongest of the Three Realms clashed because of this. The Human Sword collapsed with the fall of the Human Emperor, leaving only Broken Sword..."

"The Netherworld Ancestral Sword was suppressed by me as the Lord of the Netherworld fell into deep sleep, and will never see the light of day again."

"The bamboo sword in your hand is the remnant of the ancestral sword in the human world. It is the sword of the emperor in the human world."

"That's why you are qualified to suppress the sealing holy order formation, and it is possible to do the impossible."

The Sword Spirit of Heaven's Ancestral Sword couldn't help but sigh.

An Le was dumbfounded when he heard this. It was thousands of years ago in the heavens, but millions of years ago in the human world...

Just thinking about it, you can feel the rich historical atmosphere.

At that time, in the world, there was actually an emperor who could hold the ancestral sword of the human world. Can he compete with the top powerhouses in heaven?

"The three realms were balanced at the beginning, and even the flow rate of time is balanced... However, as time goes by, it will never remain unchanged. There will always be ups and downs, and the long river will also be restless, with waves from time to time."

"The invasion of the Holy Demons is actually a key reason for breaking the balance of the three realms."

Shangcang Zujian said.

However, he did not say too much in detail. Although the invasion of the Holy Demons is the main factor in breaking the balance, there must be many important secrets that are unknown to the public.

"Although the bamboo sword in your hand is already a broken sword, it has recovered a lot under the influence of your breath after finding you, the sword master, and vaguely has the former emperor's sword intent emerging."

"Even if it is just a trace of the emperor's breath, it is enough to suppress a holy-level formation. It is more than enough." Zujian Sword Spirit said it very easily.

However, Anle took a deep breath and understood the difficulty.

However, he still had a doubt and couldn't help asking: "Senior, what realm is the emperor...?"

Zujian Sword Spirit looked at him as if he was looking at a fool.

"The junior has practiced for a short time and has little experience. I accidentally reached the eleventh realm now. I haven't studied the higher realms." Anle smiled awkwardly.

If Zujian had eyes at this moment, he would definitely roll his eyes.

Is it worth pretending with a sword?

"Emperor... In the Heavens, the twelfth realm is the Immortal King, and the emperor... is those who have touched the bottleneck of the thirteenth realm in the extreme realm of the thirteenth realm."

"In the Three Realms nowadays... Emperors are basically not seen."

The voice of the Heavens Zujian was like a little girl, with some emotion and sighs.

Anle's heart was slightly shaken when he heard it.

Emperor... Only the best in the thirteenth realm can be called emperor!

According to the sword spirit, the controllers of the top forces in the Heavens, such as the Lord of the Heavenly Court, the Zhenwu Emperor of Penglai Fairy Island, and the Zulong of Zulong Island... can't be called emperors!

They haven't reached the end of the extreme realm yet!

Is the Saint Master... an emperor?

Anle didn't know. This question... The Zujian sword spirit didn't answer immediately. If he wanted to know, Anle might have to ask it himself.

But maybe not, because the Zujian sword spirit said that the Three Realms nowadays can no longer see emperors.

"Saint Master... can't be called an emperor."

The sword spirit of the ancestor sword pondered for a while and answered.

This answer, which was not really an answer, was a bit of a riddle. Anle thought about it and stopped thinking about it.

"Anle, do you still want to seal this holy-level formation?"

"The price is... your sword! This is the sword of the emperor. Although it is only a broken sword now, your physique is special. One day, you can slowly revive this sword and become a real emperor's sword!"

"Are you still willing?"

The sword spirit of the ancestor sword of the heaven asked in a deep voice.

The sword of the emperor, holding it, may have the opportunity to master the real sword of the emperor in the future, overlooking the world and competing for the three realms.

But...

If you want to save the human world today and suppress the immortal land, you need to use this sword as a seal to seal the holy-level formation...

Is it worth it?

Anle fell silent.

Many pictures flashed before his eyes.

He thought of Lin'an, Jinguan City, Jiangling Prefecture...

The scenes of the mountains and rivers in the human world, like a horse-drawn tour, emerged in his mind one by one.

The mountains and rivers are gorgeous and very beautiful.

If he gave up the human world, the future human world...may become a place of slavery in the Ascension Land. The Ascension Land may feed back to the human world in a short time, making the spiritual energy of the human world gradually richer, but slowly the origin of the human world will become weaker and weaker because of the intervention of the origin of the heaven in the Ascension Land.

In the end, the cultivation of the human world dried up again, and the Ascension Land of the Heaven became a high and mighty immortal land, overlooking the human world.

It is definitely not a good thing that the heaven and the human world have a bridge and bond like the Ascension Land, and there is no barrier anymore.

An Le took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became firm.

Looking at the sword spirit of the ancestral sword, he uttered a word.

"Seal!"

...

...

Above Lin'an City.

The peach tree swayed, and the powerful mental power flickered like stars, misting over Lin'an.

Zhao Xianyou's soul was safe and sound. He was chopped by Anle's sword again and again, but he was born from the peach tree in the end, immortal!

Peach trees, rooted in the void, connected the entire Ascension Land. A strong pressure of the formation that made people's souls tremble, just covered it like a curtain, making people despair.

Holy-level immortal formation!

On the tower of Lin'an City, the eyes of the eleven realm strongmen such as Kunpeng King, Beihai and Donghai Dragon King all showed unwillingness!

They didn't expect that even if Anle defeated Zhao Xianyou, he still couldn't break the plan of the Ascension Land.

For the Ascension Land, the Heaven was willing to go to great lengths to arrange a holy-level formation!

The formation arrangement requires resources and costs, not just arrangement. The Heaven can arrange the holy-level formation for the Ascension Land, and the resources paid are absolutely huge, which may be enough to cultivate an immortal king!

However, such resources are only used to maintain the continued development of the Ascension Land in the human world!

At this moment, all the practitioners in the human world realized the importance that the practitioners of the Heavenly Realm attached to the Ascension Land.

Zhao Xianyou's soul is almost immortal. If the Saint-level formation cannot be broken, Zhao Xianyou's soul cannot be wiped out, and the Ascension Land cannot be expelled. Then this attack on Lin'an... can also be considered to be a failure.

Even if the Great Zhao is really destroyed, what does it matter?

If the Ascension Land is stabilized, it can lead more immortals from the Heavenly Realm to the human world. Not to mention the Great Zhao, the immortals from the Heavenly Realm can support several Great Zhaos in the human world in the future!

The haze is like a dark cloud, covering everyone's heart.

Lu Yishan, Ye Longsheng, Li Youan and others were all staring at Anle, watching the situation where Zhao Xianyou's soul was being killed one after another, but Zhao Xianyou's soul was repeatedly born from the peach tree and became immortal...

I don't know what An Le is thinking at this moment.

Give up...or...continue?

However, if he continues, he still cannot kill Zhao Xianyou's soul.

And Anle's previously extremely powerful sword energy might not be able to make a few cuts.

Maybe cutting out thousands of swords can wipe out Zhao Xianyou's soul and prevent him from being able to recover again, but... can he really be able to kill thousands of swords in his peaceful state?

With such terrifying sword energy, it is already extremely difficult to make a single strike with the sword.

The consumption of energy and spirit must be huge!

suddenly.

Everyone's eyes narrowed.

When they saw Anle moved, they still raised the tattered bamboo sword in their hands...

This means that Anle still has not given up, and still plans to attack Zhao Xianyou, and will not stop until Zhao Xianyou's soul is destroyed!

The peach blossom tree swayed in the breeze, and the peach blossoms withered, and they produced peaches one after another. The pink peaches were like silkworm cocoons, nourishing the soul.

As if to swear an oath to An Le, who is still raising his sword, if you continue to cut, as many souls as you kill, you will be able to give birth to as many souls as you want.

The holy formation... is invincible and immortal in the human world!

There was silence.

Only the gentle breeze blows slowly.

Zhao Xianyou's soul is sitting cross-legged, its brilliance is shining, and the soul's light rain is constantly coming out from behind, sweeping like a rainbow.

He looked at Anle calmly.

"Your sword is sharp, but can it break through the holy formation?"

Zhao Xianyou opened his mouth and asked about Anle.

Although it was a question, it seemed to be talking to Anle in a positive tone. He could be sure that although Anle's sword was extremely powerful and could easily kill powerful people, it might have touched the level of the Immortal King.

However, it is absolutely impossible to break through the holy order formation.

Touching the level of the Immortal King, it is not the real level of the Immortal King. Even if he uses the holy weapon, Anle cannot fully exert the power of the holy weapon, and he cannot break the formation!

So, this is a dead question.

For Anle, it is impossible to think of an answer!

Listening to Zhao Xianyou's inquiry, Anle shook his head sincerely: "It can't be broken."

This is the truth.

He really can't break the holy formation, even if he masters the river of time, even if he masters the ancestral sword sword spirit...

Still can't be broken.

He personally asked the Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit, and even offered fifty regiments of the power of the True Time Dao, but the Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit still said it couldn't be broken, so it definitely couldn't be broken.

But... Anle didn't say the following words.

Although he can't break it, he can seal it!

In his eyes, light suddenly emerged.

In the Daoguo space, a sword light seemed to be whizzing out from the depths of the endless dark void.

It diffused into the bamboo sword green mountains.

The dust and dust on this tattered bamboo sword were suddenly washed away, the bamboo spots disappeared, and it looked brand new, even bursting with extreme sharpness! Breathing out sharp sword energy!

It was as if a sword that lacked a soul suddenly had a soul at this moment!

Anle knew that this was the reason why the God's Ancestral Sword Spirit poured into the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain. At this moment, it was no longer Anle who controlled the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain, but the God's Ancestral Sword Spirit!

"So broken..."

The voice of disgust from the Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit came from the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain and poured into Anle's mind.

Anle couldn't say anything.

The bamboo sword Qingshan itself is a broken sword, but it is also normal...

"But fortunately, because of the cultivation of your physique, the remaining imperial will has recovered a little... barely enough." The voice of the Ancestral Sword Spirit came.

"In that case... let's get started."

Anle took a deep breath and looked at the bamboo sword green mountain with a little reluctance.

This bamboo sword that had been with him for a long time might have to part with him temporarily at this moment.

Anle believes that it is temporary. When his cultivation is enough to break through the holy formation, he will use his own strength to retrieve the bamboo sword Qingshan!

"good!"

The Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit is not willing to stay in the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain. After all, this is not its true body. If Anle had not become its sword master, it might not be able to enter the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain.

The breath of his own ancestral sword will completely destroy the bamboo sword Qingshan, causing this broken emperor's sword to be completely destroyed.

Buzz…

A dull humming sound spread from the bamboo sword.

Visible to the naked eye, there seems to be dense vibrations transmitting on the surface of the bamboo sword, causing ripples in the space!

Between heaven and earth, dense sword energy was generated. At this moment, the bamboo sword Qingshan held by Anle seemed to have become a bright star, blooming with extremely dazzling light!

The light grew brighter and brighter, and in the end even the eleventh-level powerhouses could not bear to look directly at the brilliance. They could not help but turn their eyes away and turn their heads!

Zhao Xianyou's soul was under the peach tree, in the gentle breeze, protected by the holy formation. He didn't think Anle could break the formation.

It is precisely because of the confidence in the holy order formation that I can do it with ease.

"Anle, give up. You can't break the formation, and you can't hinder the existence of Shengxian Land in the human world."

Zhao Xianyou couldn't help but sigh when he saw An Le who still hadn't given up and seemed to be about to strike out with a sword.

Why is this person so stubborn? !

"I promise you, the Ascension Land is in the human world, and the Heavenly Cultivators are in the human world. I will not interfere too much in the affairs of the human world, will not interfere with the succession of dynasties, and will not interfere with the cultivation of the cultivators in the human world..."

Zhao Xianyou said in a deep voice.

At this moment, he represented the True Martial Emperor, and his words naturally had weight.

This was also Zhao Xianyou's concession.

But in fact, Zhao Xianyou didn't really care about these conditions. He needed the Ascension Land to be opened in the human world to realize the alternative immortality of the Heavenly Cultivators.

Eternal life is the key, and everything else is not important to the Ascension Land.

An Le shook his head: "You know, the biggest impact of the Ascension Land on the human world is not like this..."

"It is the impact on the origin of the human world. The Ascension Land exists in the human world, and it will allow the cultivation of the human world to recover in a short period of time. However, as time goes by, the Heavenly Origin contained in the Ascension Land will absorb the power of the origin of the human world..."

An Le's words were like a morning bell.

Whether the Ascension Land is opened or not.

It's not just about the future of the cultivators in the world, it's also about the rise and fall of the origin of a world!

Zhao Xianyou didn't refute it, because this is something that could happen.

As Anle stepped into the realm of origin, he saw more and more things, and he knew more and more about the origin.

"These shouldn't be your concern, the Saint Master will naturally care... Now, the opening of the Ascension Land can at least... help the recovery of the cultivation in the world quickly, and this... even the Saint Master acquiesces."

Zhao Xianyou looked at the dazzling sword light with burning eyes, as if he saw Anle holding the sword, and said solemnly.

Anle slowly raised the sword. At this moment, he only felt that the bamboo sword in his hand, which should have been easy to use, became extremely heavy. Swinging the sword was like waving a mountain.

"The Saint Master has his own ideas, but I... also have my persistence."

Anle said softly.

Zhao Xianyou was stunned.

Unexpectedly, he would hear such a statement from Anle.

For a moment, Zhao Xianyou's mood was a little moved. He found that... Anle was not afraid, not afraid of anyone.

Even the Saint Master, who was known as the last guardian of the world, was not afraid. He had his own persistence and his own philosophy.

Zhao Xianyou shook his head. He had to say that his appreciation for Anle became stronger and stronger.

Unfortunately, Anle was a cultivator in the world. If Anle was a cultivator from Penglai Fairy Island, he would even be willing to exhaust the resources of Penglai Fairy Island to support Anle.

"If you can't break the Saint-level formation, how can you persist?"

Zhao Xianyou sighed.

Endless sword light, as bright as the sun, Anle held the bamboo sword Qingshan, gently loosened his hand, and pushed his palm on the hilt. Suddenly, the bamboo sword Qingshan, the sun, floated towards Taohua Villa...

A very scary sword.

At this moment, even Zhao Xianyou couldn't help but tremble in his heart and felt great terror.

It was as if this sword contained enough power to destroy the heavens and the earth, enough to burn the entire Penglai Fairy Island!

This power... made Zhao Xianyou, the ultimate strong man, tremble.

"The power of the emperor?"

Zhao Xianyou's eyes narrowed.

He stared carefully at the bamboo sword Qingshan that had escaped from Anle's grasp and slowly floated towards Taohua Villa...

"The sword of the emperor? The sword of the emperor in the human world?"

Zhao Xianyou took a deep breath.

The ancestral sword of heaven, the ancestral sword of the human world, the ancestral sword of the netherworld... There are three ancestral swords in the three realms. It is naturally difficult for ordinary practitioners to know the secrets, but how could the reincarnation of an ultimate strong man like Zhao Xianyou not know it?

"The broken bamboo sword in Anle's hand... is actually the ancestral sword of the human world?"

"No... According to the records in the classics, the ancestral sword of the human world has long been destroyed. The broken bamboo sword in Anle's hand cannot be the real ancestral sword of the human world. It is probably... just a broken sword!"

"This emperor's aura, perhaps... is just a trace of the emperor's intention left in the broken sword!"

"It's bluffing!"

Zhao Xianyou's heart gradually became certain.

Even if such a power can kill him, it can't stop him from resurrecting. If his soul is not destroyed, the immortal land will not be broken!

However, Zhao Xianyou's body suddenly shook.

His eyes shrank, as if he thought of something.

He raised his head suddenly, his sight passed the bamboo sword, and saw Anle standing quietly in white clothes behind the sword.

Anle sat cross-legged in the air, and in the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows, there was a divine light emerging, as if there was a long river of the soul surging.

Then, a soul jumped out of it.

A flash of sword light burst out from the bamboo sword, sweeping across Anle's soul, cutting off a strand of soul, and Anle's soul that was cut off merged into the bamboo sword.

Anle raised his palms, overlapping and parallel.

Slowly opening and closing up and down, pushing forward.

Suddenly, the bamboo sword turned into two, two into four, four into eight...

Finally, densely packed, covering the entire Peach Blossom Courtyard!

Buzz buzz buzz...

The tip of the sword pointed downward, blocking every corner of the void!

Zhao Xianyou raised his head, his soul hair flying, and the loose clothes on his body kept flying under the fierce sword energy.

He took a deep breath...

This posture...

It seems that he is setting up a formation!

Anle's posture is not to break the formation at all!

But to seal it!

To seal the Saint-level Immortal Formation!

"The emperor's intention... The ancestral sword of the human world..."

"It is indeed qualified to seal the Saint-level formation!"

Zhao Xianyou's heart skipped a beat, and he thought of Anle's purpose, but... he was powerless to stop it.

Boom!

!

Suddenly, a majestic will emanated from each bamboo sword and green mountain, and finally, in the sky above Taohua Villa, it condensed into an extremely huge phantom, like a giant.

That was the phantom of the emperor!

The emperor who once ruled the world!

Although it was only a breath of the emperor after a long time.

However, now that he appeared in the world, it seemed to revive the entire world.

Anle's face was pale. The price he paid to seal the holy formation was not small!

He paid the price of the bamboo sword Qingshan. Qingshan was his sword, connected to his mind, and sealed the holy formation. Anle could not help but give up the power of the soul that controlled the bamboo sword Qingshan, so he had to cut off the soul...

At this moment, Anle, with a pale face, opened his eyes wide and stared at the emperor's intention extracted from the bamboo sword Qingshan.

That towering figure, although only a glimpse of will and breath, was so powerful that it was unimaginable.

It seemed that in a thought, the world, mountains and rivers, and all things in the world were moved!

It was the real master of the world!

Anle stared at it, not because of awe...

but because of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

He stared at the huge phantom, and on it... saw a ray of purple-golden time.

The time was swaying and extremely thick.

Anle's injured mind was pulling with all his strength, wanting to absorb this ray of purple-golden time from the emperor!

This is not an easy task!

The soul was injured, and the emperor's powerful aura was added.

It was very difficult for Anle to attract this purple-gold aura of time.

Fortunately, this was just a trace of the emperor's intention left in the bamboo sword. Anle finally pulled the purple-gold aura of time from the shadow and put it into the Daoguo space.

In an instant, the Daoguo space was full of purple!

A trace of blood oozed from the corner of Anle's lips.

However, a happy smile appeared on his face.

The aura of time absorbed from the emperor...maybe he can see the picture of another glorious era of the world!

On the other side.

The emperor's shadow appeared, and countless swords overlapped and turned into an extremely large and simple sword. The emperor held the sword with the tip of the sword against the ground.

Stab it down with a bang!

Boom!

Zhao Xianyou's soul was shaken, and the blood of the soul sprayed out of his mouth and nose, and his heart was horrified!

"No, the Ascension Land cannot be broken like this!"

"It's about the plan of Heaven, it can't be broken like this!"

A deep, powerful, and majestic will appeared in Zhao Xianyou's eyes.

That was the will of the True Martial Emperor of Penglai Fairy Island, which was about to descend, completely occupying the Yuanshen, and then resisting and destroying this emperor's will, destroying Anle's seal on the Saint-level formation!

Anle's face changed slightly.

He looked up and could see the vortex behind the Ascension Land constantly turning, connecting with Heaven, as if there was a terrifying existence, trying to cross the border!

Anle took a deep breath, he had no trump card.

If the True Martial Emperor really intervened across the border, perhaps the plan to seal the Ascension Land would really fail.

Suddenly, the vortex behind the Ascension Land that was connected to Heaven suddenly dissipated.

Anle was startled and looked in the direction of Zhao Xianyou.

However, Zhao Xianyou covered his cheeks, raised his head suddenly, and his hair flew.

"How dare you affect me at this time?!"

Zhao Xianyou roared.

And behind Zhao Xianyou's soul, a vague, not very powerful soul shadow appeared, with a smile.

Anle's expression suddenly became complicated.

"Zhao Jiu."

Zhao Jiu, who once drank a pot of old yellow wine with him.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"This is the opportunity I'm waiting for."

Zhao Jiu no longer paid attention to Zhao Xianyou, his sleeves flying, his lapels open, his hair hanging down, full of unruly, just like when they first met.

He smiled at the corners of his lips, looked at Anle, clasped his fists and bowed: "Brother An, long time no see."

Anle also stood up, clasped his fists and bowed in return: "Brother Zhao Jiu."

The world was calm and silent, with only the scene of the two bowing and performing the ceremony, as if engraved in history, remembered in the years.

"Zhao Xianyou wants to use his own soul as a guide to attract Zhenwu to come across the boundary and break Brother An's sealing technique."

"However, I am separated from his soul, making his soul incomplete, so Zhao Xianyou cannot be the guide, and the emperor cannot come across the boundary for the time being."

"Brother An's sealing technique, you can rest assured."

Zhao Jiu said with a smile, unrestrained and uninhibited.

"You are crazy! Without your soul, you will be a lonely soul without a master, and will eventually flow into the netherworld, fall into the netherworld hell forever, and it will be difficult to cross the other side, and you will never see the light of day again!"

Zhao Xianyou's soul was cut off, and at this moment he looked at Zhao Jiu with cold eyes.

He didn't expect that Zhao Jiu, who had been suppressed for so long, would actually attack at this moment.

He thought Zhao Jiu had accepted his fate, and his will was finally completely wiped out and merged with his soul.

But Zhao Jiu didn't answer Zhao Xianyou.

He just looked at Anle and said, "He made a gesture to drink."

"After drinking cups of wine from the mortal world and being tainted by the worldly atmosphere, I, Zhao Jiu, will always be a guest in the world!"

"It's worth my trip to the world."

"This is just a little thing that Zhao Jiu, an insignificant person, has done for the world in the blink of an eye."

After Zhao Jiu finished speaking, he laughed.

His body became more and more slender.

But he smiled with ease and relief.

Anle seemed to see in him the appearance of the once unrestrained and uninhibited mortal immortal.

Hearing this, Anle smiled: "Brother Zhao Jiu, don't worry. No matter how deep the netherworld is, I will bring you back one day. There are countless wines in the mortal world. Let's drink them one by one."

Zhao Jiu's hair flew, he smiled freely, turned around, and his body disappeared.

Only the sound of laughter echoed in the world.

"Let it be."

Let it be.

If there is a chance, we will drink again.

This is what Zhao Jiu meant.

Anle's eyes sparkled, and he bowed to see his friend off.

At the same time.

The bamboo sword Qingshan fell with a bang, slashing into the peach blossom courtyard, and each peach blossom was slashed, constantly changing between destruction and rebirth.

The entire immortal land roared, and the huge formation was running, trying to break free from the seal.

But in the end, under the will of the emperor and the manipulation of the sword spirit of the ancestral sword, it finally slowly converged its breath.

The scope of the immortal land began to converge, and then converge...

Finally.

It turned into a falling starlight, like Zhao Xianyou's deep gaze, falling into Feihu Mountain and into the belly of the mountain.

A tattered bamboo sword fell down slowly.

Inserted on the top of Feihu Mountain, the sword body swayed in the wind.

Slowly, the sword energy and the fairy energy were entangled...

The sword shadow gradually blurred.

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