Chapter 326: You Must Know that the Young Man Has Lofty Ambitions and Once Promised to Be the Best in the World. Does the Yuan Emperor Dare to Fight?

Boom!

The sky and the earth were once again enveloped in black clouds, with lightning flashing and brewing in them. After a moment, they crashed into the world, creating an extremely terrifying momentum.

This is the original calamity of the eleventh realm. For the origin of the human world, it is a calamity of pain and joy.

There are cultivators in the world who have touched the eleventh realm and overcome the original tribulation. Although they have to be punished by the tribulation, once they successfully overcome the tribulation, they can also get great feedback and strengthen their own origin.

A very important factor in the failure of spiritual practice is actually closely related to the decline of the strong.

Although there are extremely powerful people like Saint Masters in the world, the entire world of cultivation has never looked at individuals, but at everyone. However, the reduction in the number of strong people among the people will naturally lead to the decline of cultivation.

Cultivation in the human world is faced with such factors.

But now, Anle seems to be swimming upstream, helping the world correct this special situation.

As more and more eleven realms are born, the origin of the human world will naturally slowly grow stronger. It may not be able to meet the conditions for spiritual recovery, at least it will not continue to collapse.

However, the will emanating from the human origin still seems a little crazy.

Because Anle doesn't give it any time to rest, and strong men in the eleventh realm keep popping up, it needs to constantly arouse the calamity thunder to give these practitioners the opportunity to realize the origin.

This process is painful to the human origin, just like investing...

You need to cast your own source first before you can get feedback.

If there is no such thing as overcoming the tribulation in peace and happiness, the origin of the world can naturally laugh out loud, but overcoming the tribulation in peace and happiness... absorbing the origin of time and taking away a touch of the origin of chaos, this directly makes the origin of the world somewhat short-changed.

Then he was squeezed and absorbed by the geniuses such as Li Youan, Lu Yishan, Wang Yansheng and others.

The origin of the human world feels extremely weak.

Anle stood on the top of Phoenix Mountain, bathing in the breeze, feeling the thunder of the six-eared macaque, and the expression on his face suddenly became very strange.

He naturally sensed the original sorrow of the human world.

"Just bear it for a while. Look at these human tribulation thunders. If you can't bear it, the origin of the holy realm and the origin of heaven are very willing to accept it. A genius-level eleventh realm, the origin of these two realms I’m afraid I’m going to laugh so hard, especially the Saint Realm Origin, that I’m going to go crazy laughing.”

Anle said with a smile.

His words were spoken to the origin of the world.

Anle doesn't know if the human origin can be heard, but the attitude must be shown.

There must be a real will at the origin of the human world. This can be understood clearly from An Le's tribulation. Therefore, An Le is naturally not too polite.

"You don't accept it, but some people do. It was your original resource, but it turned out to be the source of the Holy Realm and the source of God..."

"They accept the origin feedback from these origin practitioners in front of you...isn't it an NTR act?"

Anle smiled happily, and even rarely revealed some words that the world could not understand.

I don’t know if the origin of the human world understood An Le’s words, but he was a little anxious. How could these powerful humans of the human origin be deceived by the origin of the holy realm and the origin of heaven? Is it easy to give birth to the origin realm in the human world?

Moreover, these powerful people from the human world relied on the spiritual energy from the holy realm to practice to the eleventh realm, and then returned to the human world to make breakthroughs. For the human origin, it was a free bargain, so don’t give it up.

boom!

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The surging calamity thunder began to fall, and the six-eared macaque transformed into a huge peerless demonic ape. With a demonic aura rising to the sky, he clenched his fist and struck at the calamity thunder. The thunder collapsed and the electric snake flew wildly.

The six-eared macaque beat its chest fiercely, extremely excited.

When the tribulation thunder gradually dissipated, the six-eared macaque successfully broke into the original realm and became one of the few top eleven realm sages in the world.

Feedback from the human world came down, making the six-eared macaque extremely excited.

Anle is also very happy. The special training is effective, which is naturally the most worthy of celebration.

The Demon Subduing Tower was thrown away, and it suddenly grew in size outside Lin'an City, with figures floating out of it.

Ye Longsheng, Di Zang and Zhong Shiji looked a little lonely. After all, they failed to break through to the eleventh realm in the special training because their cultivation was too slow. However, they also broke through to the tenth realm and three disaster realms. Future impact The eleventh realm is not difficult.

In addition, there is also good news that Master Suzhu and Hua Jiebing are practicing in the Holy Realm. With the help of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the Holy Realm and the original Qingqi resources provided by Anle, the two masters and disciples are able to practice together. It has broken into the ten realms.

Master Suzhu himself is only a hair away from breaking through the tenth realm, and he can be regarded as a tenth realm. Although Hua Jiebing condensed the Heart Sword, with the help of Anle, a strong man who condensed the holy river of soul, the Heart Sword The transformation is extremely fast, and the obstacle avoidance of Heart Sword's breakthrough is not an obstacle at all.

Therefore, with the help of this special training, he broke into the ten realms.

Don't look at the fact that there are many strong men in the eleventh realm on the coalition side, but a strong man in the tenth realm can still be regarded as a top force, and his blessing to the strength of the coalition cannot be underestimated.

Outside Lin'an City, the strong men who walked out of the Demon Subduing Tower were a little confused. They stood on the ground, feeling the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the world, and feeling their own much stronger power. They couldn't help but express a little emotion in their eyes.

How could they achieve their own breakthrough without the means to make themselves happy?

Peace and joy floated over, almost moving in the void. As he became more and more familiar with the origin of space, peace and joy moved without even causing any ripples in the void.

Almost without blinking, Anle appeared in front of them.

"Master!"

Everyone looked excited and respectful, and saluted Anle one after another.

Feeling these strong men breaking through, Anle's face was full of satisfaction: "It's good that you have broken through. This special training was not in vain. Of course, don't be discouraged even if you haven't broken through. Cultivation is not something that can be achieved overnight." If you take your time, you can catch up in the future.”

"Now that you have completed the improvement of your own strength, it should be difficult for you to make any breakthroughs in your cultivation realm in a short period of time."

"Then what we have been looking forward to and preparing for will officially begin."

Anle said.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Above the sky, sunlight pours down.

An Le's white robes were flying high, his eyes were looking directly at the north, and the pool of ink from his waist was shooting out.

The sword points north.

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In the capital of Yuan and Meng, black clouds rolled in. It was not a thunderstorm, but a storm that was about to fall.

The gloomy sky, with a tightness that swept thousands of miles away, and a hot and dry wind spread like a bell wave above the corridor of the imperial city.

Zuo Xiang Boyan was wearing loose casual white clothes, put down the documents in his hands, and walked out of the palace barefoot, with his beard and hair flying, his feather fan swaying slightly, and his eyes looking directly at the narrow black clouds that blocked the sky.

He let out a long breath, his brows furrowed, and there was a sense of tension on his face.

"got windy."

Zuo Xiang Boyan murmured.

The wind he was talking about was naturally not the natural wind from heaven and earth, but... the wind from the south, which might have an unstoppable force and sweep across the entire north.

Back then, the young man who entered the northern metropolis with his sword, watched Zhao Huangting challenge Emperor Yuanmeng, and finally fled back south in embarrassment, now came from the south with an unstoppable momentum.

With the wishes of countless practitioners south of the Canglang River, the Northern Expedition is about to begin!

Zuo Xiang Boyan has been sitting on the north bank of the Canglang River for a long time, and has greeted Ye Longsheng, Di Zang, Li Youan, Zhong Shiji and other peerless military generals. Each of these military generals... each contains the desire to expedition to the north and regain the lost territory.

In their eyes, the Yuanmeng Empire, which has occupied the north for five hundred years, is not orthodox, but still a foreign race. Even though five hundred years have passed, many Yuanmeng people have already blended with the people of Middle-earth, but they still feel that the Yuanmeng Empire has It's a foreign race.

In fact, this idea was also true in the Yuan-Meng Empire. The people of Yuan-Meng always felt that their status was higher than that of the Chinese.

This is an indisputable fact, and this fact has led to the fact that for five hundred years, the thoughts and desires of southern practitioners who want to make the Northern Expedition to recover the lost territory in the Central Plains have not been eliminated.

stop!

Suddenly, a sharp arrow disappeared, like an eagle striking the sky, roaring from the distant sky, at an extremely fast speed, like a stream of light.

With his loose clothes flying, Zuo Xiang Boyan raised his hand and grabbed it into the void, and the arrow suddenly fell into his hand.

Above the missing arrow, a letter slowly unfolded.

At this sight, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

"On the banks of the Canglang River, the Ye Family Army, Zhong Family Army, Qingmian Army and Feihu Army began to advance towards the capital of Yuanmeng. They took the initiative and attacked several cities."

There is a lot of content in the letter, but in the final analysis it only comes down to four words.

"The Northern Expedition begins."

Zuo Xiang Boyan's face was as dark as water, and a mountain of pressure pressed on him.

"It has finally begun. The Northern Expedition...is inevitable."

"These days, the origin of the human world is in constant turmoil, and origin tribulations are constantly being born... The coalition forces are also strengthening, and eleven-level origin sages are being born. The outcome of this Northern Expedition... is really hard to say."

Zuo Xiang Boyan clenched the letter into a ball.

He turned around and looked into the depths of the palace. It seemed that there was an extremely terrifying and scorching ancient behemoth sleeping deep in the capital, waiting for it to wake up and destroy the world.

"It's almost time. Your Majesty should be about to complete the feat."

"Yuanmeng... there is still a chance."

Zuo Xiang Boyan's face was solemn, but his eyes showed hope.

He knew that Yuan Meng's last hope... lay in An Le.

"While His Majesty is completing his awakening... I must hold on so that Yuan Meng will not be defeated so quickly."

"When His Majesty comes out of seclusion... the war may take a turn for the better."

Zuo Xiang Boyan knew that the pressure on him was the greatest. He was not chosen by Emperor Yuanmeng to swallow the power of the dragon vein because he was Yuanmeng's think tank, so that he could support Yuanmeng at this moment. The final bottom line.

It won't collapse into a lake.

If Toure, Sange and others were to deal with the fierce coalition forces led by Anle, they would probably fall apart in an instant and collapse completely like a dam bursting.

By then, there would be no suspense in the war, and it would not even last for Emperor Yuan Meng to finish devouring the power of the dragon vein, wake up from his slumber, and turn the tide.

Big raindrops rained down from the black clouds in the sky, hit the ground, exploded, and reflected in the boy's hole of Zuo Xiang Boyan, just like the situation where Yuan Meng is about to fall apart.

Zuo Xiang Boyan didn't care about strolling, returned to the palace, lit the lights, and accompanied by the dancing faint candlelight, took up his pen and began to issue documents and orders, and began to dispatch troops and generals to deal with the menacing Northern Expedition army!

"Hold on, you must hold on..."

"Just hold on until His Majesty wakes up!"

Zuo Xiangbo's words were full of solemnity and huge pressure...

Almost bending his shoulders.

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The ancient city was in flames, and the mottled walls were covered with all kinds of knife and sword marks.

The gate was knocked open. The gate of the ancient city occupied by the Yuan and Mongolian Empire for five hundred years was finally opened again by the people of the Middle-earth.

The Ye family army, wearing armor, entered in a line.

Ye Longsheng, wearing silver armor, holding the Liquan gun diagonally, rode a horse and walked into the city. The sound of horse hooves was dripping. The people on both sides were all very enthusiastic. Some were in tears, some were crying with joy, and some knelt on the ground, as if welcoming the arrival of the king's teacher.

For five hundred years, under the rule of the Yuan and Mongolian Empire, the people of the Middle-earth suffered from class oppression and contempt. They had no status in the Middle-earth. From generation to generation, they continued to suffer. They were waiting day and night, looking forward to the return of the Middle-earth to the control of the people of the Middle-earth.

Ye Longsheng watched this scene in silence.

He saw the people celebrating, and his nose was slightly sour.

"Five hundred years."

"We...are back."

Ye Longsheng said in a deep voice, holding the Liquan gun at an angle. His voice echoed throughout the city, accompanied by the endless cheers from the explosion!

At the same time.

The Northern Expedition Army split into two routes. One route was led by the Flying Tiger Army. Li Youan led the Flying Tiger Army, in cooperation with the North Sea and East Sea Dragon Clan, from Yangzhou up, across the Canglang River, directly breaking through Chuzhou and Haizhou, aiming to kill Dengzhou, capture the coastal area, and then go all the way to the inland direction of Yuanmeng Dadu.

The other route was Ye Longsheng's Ye Family Army and Zhong Shiji's Zhong Family Army, in cooperation with the Dali New Army and the Xiliang New Army, crossing the Canglang River, following the original direction of the army's collision with Yuanmeng, as the main direction of the crusade, passing Xiangzhou and Chenzhou all the way to Yuanmeng Dadu. This route was the most stressful. Lu Yishan said frankly that Zuo Xiang Boyan would definitely place the Yuanmeng army and use a huge military force to stop the Northern Expedition Army.

On the other side, the Green-Faced Army of Di Zang, the Sword Immortal Disciple Army of Jianchi Palace, the Lin Family Army led by Old Lady Yu and Lin Siye, all went along the direction of Chang'an, passed Mount Li, and headed for Dadu.

They attacked in three directions, and each of them was commanded by an Eleventh-level Origin Venerable, with great momentum.

They were like three fire dragons burning the earth, carrying an unstoppable momentum, heading north!

The war began, like a prairie fire, sweeping across the north.

They were unstoppable!

On Li Youan's way, the Flying Tiger Army was good at water transportation, and they went upstream all the way, killing the Yuanmeng army, which was not good at water transportation, and continuously defeated them, throwing away their armor and armor, and breaking the city.

In addition, with the help of the Dragon Clan, the Yuanmeng side could not be stopped at all.

In just a few days, Dengzhou was taken, and the army headed inland. Facing such an army, Zuo Xiang Boyan, who was a good cook without rice, had no choice but to give up this route, because the Yuanmeng cavalry was good at charging on land, and faced with the Flying Tiger Army, they were inherently at a disadvantage.

The fight on Ye Longsheng's route was very cruel, but Ye Longsheng's cultivation broke through to the Ten Realms and Three Disasters, and the power of the peerless general was fully demonstrated. In addition, the high-spirited Dali New Army and Xiliang New Army pressed the Yuanmeng cavalry to retreat continuously and abandon the city one after another. Although they had not yet collapsed, the situation was set!

As for the third route, there was no suspense.

With the participation of Wang Yansheng and the old swordsman, the Yuanmeng Empire had no place to fight.

The Northern Expedition was almost one-sided.

The extremely powerful Yuanmeng cavalry, who claimed to be unparalleled in land warfare, tasted the most miserable and desperate defeat!

Three fire dragons, burning the earth, went north all the way, straight into Yuan Meng!

The mountains and rivers swayed, the earth and the sky shook!

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Outside Lin'an City, between an unnamed hill.

The summer was hot, the trees were green, and the branches and leaves were lush.

There were cicadas chirping non-stop.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a small grave, and two figures stood in front of the grave.

Anle's white clothes fluttered, his face was calm, and there was an ink pool hanging around his waist. The whole person was like a scholar surrounded by the fragrance of books.

Next to him was Lu Yishan, who was sitting in a metal wheelchair.

After Lu Yishan stepped into the eleventh realm, he became more familiar with the third-level treasure star map. His eyes flickered, and he was constantly deducing the situation of this war. Everything seemed to be under his control.

"Three battle reports have come in, and the good news continues. It is obvious that the Yuan Mongolian Empire is shrinking the front line, trying to reduce and avoid confrontation with the Northern Expedition Army. If it is possible to abandon the city, it will be abandoned, and if it is possible not to fight head-on, it will not be head-on."

"The person who made this decision is very smart. Boyan is worthy of being the Yuan Mongolian think tank. It makes sense that he can be favored and trusted by the Yuan Mongolian Emperor."

Lu Yishan said softly.

"This is to delay time as much as possible. The Northern Expedition Army is too powerful, and the three armies advancing are all commanded by eleven-level strongmen. The Yuan Mongolian side is simply unable to compete. Once they collide and fail, it will have a great impact on the army."

"Now it seems that although the Yuan Mongolian Empire's army has been defeated one after another, there are actually very few real fights and collisions."

An Le also analyzed the situation and knew the purpose of Zuo Xiang Boyan.

"Shrink the front line, try to preserve the strength of the Yuan Mongolian army, and delay time for the Yuan Mongolian Emperor."

"The Yuan Mongolian Emperor is devouring the power of the dragon vein. I think it should be a critical moment..."

An Le said in a deep voice.

Lu Yishan took a deep breath and said, "Emperor Yuan Meng is indeed a great man. He was able to suppress us for five hundred years during the era of exhausted cultivation... He is the best in the world under the Holy Master!"

"He indeed has inhuman courage. The young master has grown too fast. Emperor Yuanmeng knows that breakthroughs in ordinary methods are definitely no match for the young master. Therefore, he chose to swallow the power of the dragon veins of the Middle Earth and choose to become his own origin..."

"This is actually a point of no return."

Lu Yishan set foot in the eleventh realm and now knows the horror of the origin.

"But... this is also a road. Although the road is difficult to walk, at least there is light."

Anle said.

"There has been an emperor in the world."

"And the Emperor...is closely related to the Dragon Veins of the Middle Earth."

Anle said in a deep voice.

Lu Yishan's expression changed slightly, and he nodded calmly: "Indeed... this is indeed the biggest variable."

"Sir, what do you think of the next step?"

An Le placed his palm on Mochi, with a calm look in his eyes: "If Zuo Xiang Boyan was able to hold him back, it's obviously because we didn't put enough pressure on him."

"And the biggest pressure needs to be given by me."

"Let's see if Emperor Yuan Meng... can withstand my pressure."

Anle said with a smile.

When Lu Yishan heard the words, he squinted his eyes, and the breeze blew slowly. The next moment, he felt that there was endless sword energy bursting out and sweeping across the world!

Anle's white clothes were fluttering, and he held a pot of wine in his hand. The pot was filled with old rice wine.

The wine pot was swept in front of him, the wine spilled, and fell in front of the grave.

Bits of cloudy yellow wine liquid shine brilliantly in the sunlight shining through the leaves.

"This jug of wine is in honor of the old uncle."

Anle raised his hand and knocked it gently, and an ink pool emerged from his waist. During the trembling chant, it seemed to have transformed into an ink-colored divine dragon!

Taking a leap forward, Anle sat cross-legged on the dragon's head.

The sword energy raged, and the cloud flow was torn apart below.

Anle couldn't help but feel a little confused...

"At that time, I was still weak. When I crossed the Yangtze River for the first time and went north, I rode the old emperor's uncle's sword energy and sword light... But now, I can also go north alone, riding my own sword energy and sword light. ”

"When the old uncle challenged Emperor Yuanmeng and failed...at that time, I secretly made up my mind that when I was strong enough, I would go north to challenge Emperor Yuanmeng."

"What the old uncle has never done, today... I will do it."

"It should be noted that young Ling Yunzhi was once promised to be the best in the world."

Anle said softly.

After the words fell, the ink dragon roared, carrying the sword light across the sky, as fast as ink-colored thunder, and difficult to catch.

Lu Yishan was sitting in a wheelchair, sitting quietly in front of his old friend's grave, holding a pot of old rice wine in his arms.

"Zhao Huangting, your vision... is indeed good."

Lu Yishan smiled, raised the wine bottle, and took a sip. The wine flowed down his throat and wet his clothes.

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Above the sky, inky black clouds swept across.

Above the ancient city, with the city tower facing the wind, Ye Longsheng was dressed in silver armor. Looking up, he could see the stunning black dragon, with its sharp and sharp sword light, cutting through the world!

Ye Longsheng knew that it was the young master who took action!

The city was continuously broken, and the force was like a broken bamboo. Although the army was blocked, the blockage was not strong. This was to shrink the combat power and set up defensive forces in the cities around the capital of Yuan and Meng to defend the cities around the capital.

Ye Longsheng also judged Zuo Xiang Boyan's purpose.

However, now that Anle is taking action, he definitely doesn't want Zuo Xiang Boyan to drag it out any longer. He wants Emperor Yuanmeng to wake up in advance and fight a shocking battle, a battle that will determine the ownership of the world!

The energy and blood in Ye Longsheng's body rose up, boiling and burning.

He held the Liquan Spear high and followed the direction of the black dragon.

"Gather the entire army, abandon the victory in the city, and follow the young master northward!"

"Fight! Cut!"

boom!

The armor and stomach in the city were clanging, and the armies were like dragons. They moved one after another, rushed out of the temporarily resting ancient city, and marched quickly towards the capital of Yuan and Meng again!

In the sky, the ink-colored sword shines like a dragon.

On the ground, the army snakes like a dragon!

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Yuanmeng Dadu.

Zuo Xiang Boyan had white hair. Between heaven and earth, there was a terrifying sword intent sweeping over him. He was writing furiously when he suddenly froze.

He stood up slowly. His originally black hair had turned gray. He was exhausted mentally and physically these days.

Walked out of the palace and walked along the corridor.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the sky.

Then he saw a long dragon with black sword energy galloping towards him, hanging high in the sky, and his grace was unparalleled.

This scene made Zuo Xiang Boyan feel a little confused.

It seems that Zhao Huangting was the same way back then, coming with his sword in the wind, accompanied by a young and delicate young man.

But now, the young man came alone with his sword and riding the dragon.

Zuo Xiangbo said something for a moment, then he smiled bitterly.

He knew... Anle wouldn't give him a chance.

He wants to speed up the pace of the Northern Expedition.

As soon as Anle appeared, with such a terrifying spirit, Emperor Yuanmeng would definitely not be able to continue sleeping...

We must come out to meet the enemy.

Today's young man is no longer the Zhao Huangting who just relied on his heroic spirit to ask for a smooth experience.

The young man here had a sword that destroyed the strength and confidence of Yuanmeng Dadu.

An Le sat on the ink-colored dragon head transformed by Mo Chi's sword energy, with indifferent eyes and flying black hair.

He saw Zuo Xiang Boyan in the palace palace below, who was exhausted mentally and physically and had gray hair.

Without saying anything, his eyes swept over and landed in Yuanmeng Capital.

In the perception of the holy spiritual power of peace and happiness.

Under the capital of Yuanmeng, there seemed to be huge ancient beasts hidden, and the earth seemed to be its pulse. With every breath and breath, the ground shook and the mountains shook, which was quite terrifying.

Anle suddenly laughed.

A scene seemed to emerge in front of his eyes. It was the past years when Zhao Huangting raised the thunder of heaven and earth and challenged the Yuan Meng emperor.

Anle stood up, dressed in white.

He tapped his fingers, and the sword energy was born, as if there were predecessors dancing with swords in the clouds.

The sword rose, and there seemed to be someone singing.

Fragrant grass, bamboo branches, young people wandering...

The ink pool suddenly turned into a black thunder, pouring fiercely towards the Yuan Meng capital.

Just like the old uncle raised the thunder of heaven and earth and asked loudly.

"Emperor Yuan, do you dare to fight!"

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