Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 358 357. The Death of Ling Xiaoyao
Ling Xiaoyao looked at An Le who was walking towards him step by step, felt the out-of-control Shenzang behind him, his heart was shocked, and he was inexplicably horrified.

But after all, he is a monk who has lived for tens of thousands of years. He suppressed his fear, swept away his consciousness, and quickly discovered the clue.

I saw that in his innumerable divine treasures, sword marks appeared after unknown when.

This sword mark is very inconspicuous, insignificant under the vast and bright brilliance of Shenzang, it is difficult to be noticed, but the sword intent in it is thrilling.

The purpose of Dao Dao Jian marks is not to destroy these sacred treasures, but to cut off their connection with Ling Xiaoyao!

"When is it?"

Ling Xiaoyao's pupils shrank slightly, and he thought to himself, "It was a fight just now..."

Ling Xiaoyao thought of the several sword lights that An Le drew just now, many of which did not fall on him. He just thought that An Le was tired after a long battle, but now that he thought about it, those sword lights did not cut crooked at all!

An Le raised the long sword in his hand, and said softly, "Xiaoyao, this is also the last lesson my teacher will teach you."

In the collision just now, there were several more cracks in the center, which looked very miserable, but the sword intent exuded from the sword body was honed to be more pure.

An Le continued: "After Da Zhou disappeared, your Dao heart collapsed, and you no longer believed in your own abilities, and only wanted to use foreign objects to improve yourself. Borrowed force."

The long sword fell gently, Huang Ting Tiangong behind Ling Xiaoyao trembled, and then completely separated from him, falling downward like many meteorites!
During the fall, many heavenly palaces quickly decayed and collapsed, their light dimmed, and the powerful secret power began to dissipate between heaven and earth.

These heavenly palaces do not belong to Ling Xiaoyao, they should have disappeared with the death of their master, but they were harvested by him with a unique secret method and incorporated into his body.

Right now, the connection between the two is broken, Tiangong naturally can no longer maintain it.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Seeing this, Ling Xiaoyao's heart roared, and he said sharply: "No—"

For these divine treasures, he has painstakingly plotted and planned for thousands of years, and even abandoned his previous ideals. Anle's defeat of the divine treasures is tantamount to directly rejecting his pursuit and ideals, and letting him fall into the mortal world again!
"Xiaoyao, success is hidden by God, and failure is also hidden by God."

An Le ignored Ling Xiaoyao's voice, and dropped his sword again.

Pieces of Niwan Tiangong fell suddenly, and the terrifying ocean of mental power dried up in an instant, turning into a shallow puddle of water.

"Although these foreign objects have brought you great benefits and made your strength soar rapidly, they have also become your obstacles, making you lack the courage to enter the depths of the void, and you will be stuck before the path for life. Inch further!"

An Le's voice was clear, and every word was like a sword light piercing into Ling Xiaoyao's heart, making his mind roar, and the flaws in his heart were constantly magnified.

This is not only because many gods have hidden away from Ling Xiaoyao, but also because the one he once respected most, Master An, said these words.

Immediately afterwards, An Le dropped his sword several times, arousing the sword intent left in Ling Xiaoyao's divine treasure.

Jianggong, Yuchi, and Yongquan were all stripped from Ling Xiaoyao's body and fell to the ground.

A majestic torrential rain composed of withered divine treasures actually formed in this piece of heaven and earth. This scene is so shocking and inconceivable!

At the same time, the previously condensed Dao Sea and the underground palace all collapsed at an extremely fast speed and disappeared without a trace.

Afterwards, it was the Yujing Excalibur in Ling Xiaoyao's hands, and the mysterious power of other divine treasures dissipated, and the Yujing Tiangong as the core was naturally not immune.

The divine sword broke one after another, and could no longer form the shape of a sword, falling down together with other divine treasures.

As for the sacred treasure of the Holy Gate, it was also not immune, and was separated from Ling Xiaoyao by An Le.

At this time, there were only six heavenly palaces and four holy gates left around Ling Xiaoyao, which looked very ordinary, even a little petite.

This is the divine treasure he cultivated himself, so An Le didn't cut it off.

Ling Xiaoyao put so much energy into harvesting the sacred treasures that his own holy gate of Tiangong could not be called stable and perfect, and it was very different from Anle's divine treasures.

At the same time, Ling Xiaoyao's aura weakened for more than a few chips, and he no longer had the vast and profound magic power just now, and many bloodstains emerged on his body surface. Without the blessing of Jianggong Shenzang, the sword energy that Anle had left in his body before exploded. Come on, continue to expand the injury.

But compared to physical injuries, damage to the Dao Heart is more fatal.

Ling Xiaoyao looked at An Le not far in front of him, his body trembled along with his mind.

Ling Xiaoyao seemed to have returned to the Quanlong banquet tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, he was just a mortal with no power to restrain a chicken, sneaking into the banquet quietly, no one cared, standing like a minion, while at the banquet In the center of the center, where everyone is watching, the handsome man is in high spirits, preaching the Dharma for everyone.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Ling Xiaoyao's heart and will never be forgotten.

How much he wanted to be like that man, to be strong and confident. For this reason, he gradually forgot his original intention and embarked on a road of no return.

The current Ling Xiaoyao seemed to have been stripped of all his clothes and disguises, standing naked in front of that gentle and strict teacher, the ugliness and despicability in his heart were clearly seen.

With a distorted expression, he burst into anger and shouted, "I'm not defeated!"

"I still have the Divine Altar and the Divine Treasure! And the Dao Tree! And the power of the gods!"

At the same time as Ling Xiaoyao shouted angrily, the rugged plum tree behind him gave off a purple halo again, and the aura no longer fell, but quickly picked up!
I saw a few altars appearing from his side, also stained with blood, and the monks who can cultivate the altars and treasures are all top geniuses in the world, and the number is extremely rare.

Back then, Ling Xiaoyao went through a fierce battle in order to reap the treasures of these people, and it was not that easy.

Later, the dangerous rumors about practicing the secret technique of Shenzang gradually spread, and the secret technique of Shenzang was almost lost, and Ling Xiaoyao failed to harvest more geniuses.

Right now, these altars including the Tiangong and the Holy Gate appeared, and Ling Xiaoyao's momentum suddenly rose.

There is also a mysterious and terrifying divinity descending on Ling Xiaoyao, and swirling divine characters appeared in his eyes.

But Ling Xiaoyao was not deprived of consciousness by the gods. This is because he has comprehended and mastered these divine scriptures and turned them into a part of his supernatural powers!

From this point of view alone, Ling Xiaoyao's understanding and talent are indeed shockingly high.

Ling Xiaoyao mobilized several kinds of power, and a plum branch appeared in his hand again. It was extremely powerful and capable of exterminating everything!
An Le raised his hand, using the palm of his hand as a sword to shake the purple halo cut off by the plum branch. In the purple light, many dazzling sword lights flew, forming a sea of ​​sword light, and greeted the purple plum branch!
boom!
The power of the two people's magical powers exploded, and the purple halo and sword light on the ground surged in all directions, expanding outward, crushing everything along the way!
Wherever it passed, the mountains, rivers, and forests on the surface were all disintegrated and completely flattened.

An Le let out a roar, and his figure turned into a mighty giant. The Ancient Emperor Physique unfolded, surging power poured into his body, and he slashed down with his sword again!
boom!boom!boom!
The earth-shattering loud noises came continuously, and the terrifying fluctuations raged in all directions.

Dao Wuya and the others were so shocked that they protected themselves with magic power, so they were not hurt by the aftermath.

In their eyes, An Le and An Le were almost invisible. They could only see two extremely powerful auras fighting back and forth. Jian Guang and Zi Guang were like two angry dragons, biting and colliding with each other.

The place where the two fought was from above the mountains to the void, and then from the void back to the present world. The mountains and forests they passed were all destroyed in the terrible aftermath.

An Le and the others even came to a calm sea, and the impact caused by the supernatural power set off huge waves that rolled thousands of miles.

At some point, Ling Xiaoyao unconsciously resorted to ancient warfare to fight against the pressure brought by the ancient imperial body.

The two giants, the two divine lights, the two methods of Taoism, and various magical powers, both look similar and different, but they are equally astonishingly powerful, as if the world is about to be wiped out.

But this time, it was An Le who had the upper hand.

Ling Xiaoyao's Dao heart has declined.

When many divine treasures were cut off, he was doubting whether his path was correct, and An Le's words expanded the gap in his heart.

The divine arts of the gods and the sacred treasures of the genius monks are not insignificant, but none of them really belong to Ling Xiaoyao.

The rough and chaotic plum tree is the true reflection of his Taoism, blindly relying on external forces, naturally ignoring his own practice.

And An Le's swordsmanship became more pure in this collision again and again, and his Dao heart became more and more clear, blooming unprecedented brilliance.

At this time, Ling Xiaoyao was knocked off by An Le's sword and almost fell into the sea.

"Xiaoyao, this is the last move."

An Le's voice reached his ears, and Ling Xiaoyao suddenly raised his head, only to see the surging and monstrous waves slapping him head-on.

This wave was just the aftermath of their fight, and it couldn't hurt him at all, but the next moment, the huge wave parted, and an extremely tall Chaos God Tree came into his eyes!
When Ling Xiaoyao saw this sacred tree, he was a little obsessed with it at the first moment. The texture full of Taoism, the prosperous crown, the vigorous and simple clouds...all are so perfect that he is envious.

But at the moment of life and death, Ling Xiaoyao still urged the purple plum tree to glow, and several altars roared and vibrated, bursting into power and meeting the suppression of the sacred tree!
This move has been in vain.

In an instant, Ling Xiaoyao's plum tree was broken, the divine treasure was withered, the divine runes were shattered, blood was scattered all over his body, and the bones were broken inch by inch under the heavy pressure.

He was trembling all over, bleeding profusely, and knelt on the spot blankly, watching An Le descend from the sky.

Looking at Ling Xiaoyao at this time, An Le felt a rare sentimentality.

At the beginning, An Le actually noticed that Ling Xiaoyao's mind was a bit extreme, and wanted to correct it in a subtle way, but the arrival of the dark night forced him to separate from his disciples.

And when An Le returned to Dazhou from the Infinite Instant Stone, Ling Xiaoyao had already followed Tianren Mountain to implement Zhou Tianzi's fire plan, and by chance, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

When we meet again, it will be tens of thousands of years later, and we will be enemies of life and death.

As a disciple of An Le, Zhong Xu sticks to his original aspiration and is willing to embark on a journey of no return for all beings in the world, but Ling Xiaoyao goes on an evil path, turning into a running dog of the gods, harvesting the monks' treasures.

Such a difference inevitably made An Le feel embarrassed.

If Anle had taught Ling Xiaoyao for a longer time at that time, if Ling Xiaoyao's will had been firmer, perhaps there would not be the military encounter today.

Unfortunately, there are never ifs in the world.

An Le sighed softly, and was about to take Ling Xiaoyao's life, when suddenly, Ling Xiaoyao's body lit up again, with a deep and vast aura, obviously belonging to a god!
An Le narrowed his eyes, the aura of this god was not to control Ling Xiaoyao's body, but to take away his soul.

This may be one of the contents of his deal with the gods.

Seeing this, Hong Yingxue couldn't help but feel a little familiar, part of her soul was taken away in this way, she couldn't help but said anxiously: "No, he's going to run away!"

This divine light has no lethality, and it seems ordinary, but it seems to be insulated from this world, and many forces cannot touch it, so they can only let the divine light rise to a higher place.

An Le frowned slightly, and was trying to see if [Blood Sea Prison Huang Quan Tian] could keep Ling Xiaoyao's soul.

At this moment, the divine light flying from Ling Xiaoyao's body was cut off suddenly, and the divine script in his eyes began to shatter.

This is not An Le's handwriting, but Ling Xiaoyao himself dissipated the power of this god, and refused to run away.

"Cough cough!"

Ling Xiaoyao coughed up blood from his mouth, and was in a state of distress, but his eyes became much clearer, not so deep and complicated.

"Master An..."

Ling Xiaoyao vomited blood and said, "Let's end here."

"Let me die here, in your hands, that's enough."

An Le stared into his eyes, vaguely found the shadow of the boy from before, and asked, "Do you have any last words?"

Ling Xiaoyao opened his mouth and said slowly, "Da Zhou, is he really still there?"

An Le nodded: "Da Zhou is still there, we have not failed."

Hearing this, Ling Xiaoyao's eyes lit up first, and then dimmed again: "So, Zhong Xu and the others are right, and I really did something wrong..."

By this time, Ling Xiaoyao's aura had weakened to the extreme, and the wounds caused by many sword intents were raging in his body, cutting his heart into pieces, and cracks appeared on his body surface, as if he might collapse at any time.

He didn't care at all, but asked extremely cautiously and hesitantly: "Master An, compared to tens of thousands of years ago...have I become stronger?"

An Le was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Ling Xiaoyao showed a faint smile, but there was no more sound.

Hong Yingxue said in a complicated tone: "He's dead."

An Le nodded, turned and left.

Behind him, Ling Xiaoyao's body suddenly oozes countless small sword lights, and then turns into tiny dust, fluttering into this sea area, rushing away with the sea water.

But as many divine treasures dissipate, their secret power seems to return to the world, making everything more vivid, and a new vitality and spirit are being bred.

An Le walked in front of Dao Wuya and said softly.

"From now on, the secret method of the gods will return to the right path."

(End of this chapter)