Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 129 Climbing the Green Mountain with Proudness, Cutting Off the Immortals and Seeing the Emperor 【Ask monthly ticket】

The rushing river, like purple thunder and lightning, roared again and again.

The turbulent river blasted up thousands of piles of snow.

Li You'an was wearing a Confucian shirt, in the tent, looking at the sword with a lamp.

Suddenly, Li You'an trembled all over, frowned, and disappeared into the tent in just a moment, hanging high in the sky, his eyes went to Shu, his whole body was full of sword energy, and the starlight was romantic.

In Li Youan's perception, the breath of An Le...disappeared!

It can't be sensed at all, as if it has completely disappeared in the world.

"This is impossible!"

Li Youan groaned in a low voice.

An Le was in Jianchi Palace, so it was impossible for him to die so abruptly. Even if he died, the sword energy mark he left on An Le's body would allow him to sense the situation and quickly rush to support.

But now...

An Le's aura seemed to disappear out of thin air in an instant, and the anchor point of the sword energy he left behind was also crushed in an instant.

"An Le is in Jianchi Palace, with that old Sword Master around, even Emperor Yuan Meng would not be able to kill An Le silently..."

"I'm going to Jianchi Palace to start the battle for Qingshan... Could it be that there was an accident during the battle?"

Li Youan gradually calmed down, frowned slightly, and began to think about the possible reasons.

"The Qingshan sword contains a great secret. If something unexpected happened during the opening, maybe... An Le really came into contact with the secret of Qingshan?"

Hearing this, Li Youan felt a little relieved.

He is very optimistic about An Le, and even regards it as a spark, and he is unwilling to die in An Le due to emotion and reason.

"Leading the front for Qingshan... The erasure that provokes the breath of the world..."

"Co-authored by Zhao Huangting for the first four times for Qingshan, opened a lonely."

Li Youan smiled suddenly.

Between the tents below, breath after wave rose up, and figures came through the air, all of them were strong men in the army, they were wearing armor, and their breath was majestic.

"General, what's the matter? Are Xiliang and his son planning to cross the river again?"

Some soldiers asked doubtfully.

Li You'an waved his hand: "It's just that I sensed something suddenly. Let's disperse, cheer up. The Yuanmeng Empire raised troops to attack Xiliang. At this juncture, Xiliang will definitely seek a retreat. Crossing the river may become their choice. So don’t underestimate the enemy.”

"Here!"

Many soldiers with a strong aura clasped their fists and bowed to each other, and then turned into streamers and returned to the stationed troops.

However, Li Youan waved to a figure in the crowd.

Luo Qingchen was wearing armor, his once handsome face had changed a lot now, with a beard on his face, he looked quite resolute.

"General You'an."

When Luo Qingchen saw Li Youan, he cupped his fists respectfully and saluted.

"Yes, your performance in the army is not bad. I heard that there is a small group of troops crossing the river in Xiliang. You personally led the team to fight with them, and you were completely wiped out in the face of despair. It seems that you have escaped from the haze of self-defeating Dao heart." Come out."

Li You'an looked at Luo Qingchen, the Qingzhou genius who had been crushed by him for ten years.

Luo Qingchen smiled: "Only when I came to the battlefield in person did I realize that I was still narrow-minded. Here, there are countless geniuses, and I realized that the previous self was nothing at all, because the Dao heart and the insignificant achievements upheld It is ridiculous to confine yourself because of a loss."

Li Youan showed appreciation on his face: "The Canglang River battlefield is the most tempering place. The Tianjiao of the Yuanmeng Empire, the Tianjiao of the Xiliang Kingdom, and the Tianjiao of the Dali Kingdom will all gallop and confront each other here. There are those geniuses among the powers in the rivers and lakes, such as Zhenwu Guan Daozi, the little celestial masters of the Tianshifu, Buddhist disciples, etc... all of them are enough to create a romantic relationship."

"Compete well with them, gather courage in the battle, and the influence of the beheaded Dao Heart will gradually disappear."

"Want to actually see the day you stand up."

On Luo Qingchen's face with many vicissitudes, there is also a smile and a serious look.

"The last will obey."

Li You'an smiled: "You should have heard something about An Le's deeds in Lin'an Mansion, right?"

"The current him is almost catching up with you... I remember that there was an agreement between you two."

"This agreement should be realized soon."

Hearing this, Luo Qingchen couldn't help being astonished, and a complex look suddenly appeared on his face.

He is naturally no stranger to this name.

But how long has it been since An Le caught up with him?
He is a double-sixth realm of physical training.

However, Luo Qingchen didn't have the slightest fear or retreat in his heart, but was impatiently eager to try.

……

……

Outside Lin'an Mansion, the sixth mountain where the sword energy is steaming.

Surrounded by rain and fog, there are pavilions in the middle of the mountain.

The sixth mountain lord, who carried a huge pine sword box on his back, stood in front of the pavilion with his arms folded, and watched the changes of rain and fog in the mountains.

Suddenly, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"The breath of An Le has disappeared?"

"Mochi didn't even react."

The Sixth Mountain Master frowned slightly.

He took a step forward, and the sword light lingered and galloped around his body, enveloping him and breaking through the clouds and rain, piercing the sky like a shooting star in an instant.

When it came again, it had already landed on the first mountain.

The thatched cottage on the mountain is beaten by wind and rain.

Under the gate, there is an incense burner in front of an old man, and the incense sticks in the burner are curling up and burning.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes, and looked at the Sixth Mountain Master sleepily.

"Lao Liu, it's rare to enter the first mountain, what's the matter?"

The old man said with a smile.

The Master of the Sixth Mountain stepped on the sword light, cupped his fists and bowed: "The breath of peace and happiness has disappeared, as if he died. I want to ask the big brother to make a calculation for him."

The first mountain master raised his wide sleeves and swung them towards the ground in front of him.

The sixth mountain lord stepped out, the endless sword light subsided, and a gust of breeze blew up, and he sat opposite the first mountain lord.

The two sat opposite each other, and the wind chimes hanging on the door of the hut were tinkling lightly.

"Lao Liu, you really care about this son."

"He has comprehended the future sword energy left by the teacher, and he should be concerned."

"No, your concern is to appreciate his talent in swordsmanship."

"Eldest brother, since you know it, don't say useless words."

"Tsk, you're still so cold."

The conversation between the two seemed a bit simple.

The old man smiled, took a piece of white paper, laid it flat on the ground, picked up a finger of incense from the incense burner, and lit it on the white paper.

Between the heaven and the earth, there was an invisible aura surge suddenly.

It seemed to turn into a small tornado, causing the wind chimes to shake more and more resounding, and the sound of the jingle became more and more clear.

The old man's face changed from relaxed and freehand at the beginning to gradually dignified. In the thatched hut, the air in the entire first mountain seemed to be frozen.

Brilliant golden ancient scriptures emerged from the clouds and mist of the first mountain, circling continuously, looking from a distance, it looked like an ancient bell covering the mountain.

The first mountain lord's eyes were as bright as gold, like two scorching suns.

On the cold face of the Sixth Mountain Master, there was a touch of indiscernible surprise, he was very aware of his senior brother's ability.

It caused the senior brother to reveal such a dignified color...

The situation An Le is in at this moment may be quite extraordinary.

The incense ash on the white paper was blown away by a gust of breeze.

The first mountain returned to peace, and the aura on the old man gradually disappeared.

"The divination is over."

The old man became more and more sleepy, opened his mouth and yawned big, then handed the white paper to the Sixth Mountain Lord.

The sixth mountain lord took the white paper, his eyes narrowed slightly, but saw that there was only one word written by incense ash on the white paper.

"win."

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……

Jianchi lakeside.

The sword energy turned into a breeze, blowing continuously, causing ripples on the surface of the lake.

Zhao Huangting frowned, because the anxiety of An Le's disappearance began to dissipate little by little, and he also guessed what An Le would encounter under Jianchi Lake.

With the old sword master around, An Le shouldn't have died so abruptly. There is only one explanation, that is, the breath was covered by the extraordinary vision of Qingshan Kaifeng.

In short, it must be related to the opening of Qingshan, otherwise the bottom of the lake could not be so quiet at this moment.

The old sword master will definitely not sit idly by.

"An Le should not be dead. Judging by the fact that he rang the sword bell 36 times, once he dies, the sword bell will not be so peaceful." Su Muzhe also understood the situation at this moment, and said.

As the lord of Jianchi Palace, she is quite aware of Jianzhong's attitude towards those who are destined.

"Yes, the old man thinks the same way."

Wang Yansheng nodded.

However, although they said so, they were all very curious about what happened to Anle at the bottom of Jianchi Lake.

How could even the breath disappear, like...

It seems to have disappeared into this world!
Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes, a blush appeared on his old face.

Could it be that An Le has unearthed a secret of Qingshan that he had never discovered before...

Perhaps, An Le's exploration of Qingshan has surpassed him!

This made Zhao Huangting suddenly feel a little emotional.

Sure enough, something like talent... just makes people feel suffocated.

The gap between people, sometimes it is really big beyond imagination.

Zhao Huangting shook his head, knowing in his heart that Anle is not death, and even when he discovered a bigger opportunity in Qingshan, he lost interest for a while.

He had known for a long time that An Le's excavation of Qingshan would definitely be deeper than him.

However, when that day really came, he still felt depressed like an abandoned little daughter-in-law.

He has lived with Qingshan day and night for five hundred years!

I only hear the newcomers laughing, but not the old ones crying.

Very sad.

Zhao Huangting's sword light lingered all over his body, soaring into the sky, he no longer stayed by the lake.

"This old man is going to Dali Kingdom to see old friends."

Zhao Huangting said.

The words can be regarded as indicating whereabouts with Su Muzhe.

Then it turned into a sword light, and fled to the distance.

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……

An Le felt as if he was dead, ups and downs, as if he was born again.

The light in front of his eyes gradually made him open his eyes involuntarily.

The air seems to be filled with freshness and sweetness.

An Le opened his eyes suddenly, and got up abruptly. He touched his face, starting with the real skin touch.

"not dead?"

An Le frowned, and looked at his waist. Both the ink pool and Ding Fengbo had disappeared, and he was still wearing the blue shirt that tore his upper body.

"Let's fight for Qingshan, I remember that the flesh and blood were crushed, and the bones were chopped into powder... Now they are revived here?"

"So, the pain I suffered is to be able to enter this place?"

"Within the green hills?"

An Le raised his head, and saw a blue mountain rising from the ground in the distance, stretching as far as the eye could see, soaring straight into the clouds.

If he remembered this scene correctly, he had seen it too many times in the form of visualization.

But this time, it's not about visualization.

He's really here.

It's like a strange time-space teleportation... The flesh and blood are crushed, and the bones are smashed into powder by the sword energy, more like the pain caused by time-space distortion.

"Time and space... Could it be that there is another world inside Qingshan?"

An Le felt a little absurd.

But at this moment, he had to suppress this absurd emotion in his heart, Qingshan was still the familiar Qingshan.

Maybe, to start the battle for Qingshan is to ask him to set foot on Qingshan himself?

Without thinking too much, An Le took a deep breath, and started to walk forward, towards the green hills in the distance.

boom! ! !
With one step down, An Le felt the extremely surging sword energy bursting out from within his body, and this sword energy came from no reason.

However, An Le's eyes shrank, and he recognized these sword qi, which were the sword qi permeating his body from the three first-grade extreme swords of Chengying, Longyuan and Yan Guichao!
buzzing...

Between the intertwining of sword qi, the vague shape of three swords was formed all over his body!

It was as if three swords crossed time and space and appeared here.

With a thought, An Le can easily control these three sword qi.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and all the first-grade extreme swords have spirits. Since the three swords appeared here, it must mean that the opening of Qingshan is still going on.

"Go to the green mountain, cut through the fog and climb the green mountain?"

Anle murmured.

Perhaps, opening the front for Qingshan is to cut through the fog and see the true face.

The pace was getting faster and faster, and An Le felt as if he was getting closer to the misty mountain.

Suddenly.

On the highest point of the unattainable green hill, there seemed to be a vague figure sitting upright, looking down at him, just one look, and An Le felt a great sense of oppression.

The figure took a step and landed at the foot of Qingshan Mountain in an instant, and looked at Anle through layers of fog with a level-up gaze.

An extremely majestic coercion, like the coercion suppressed by the entire sky, fell suddenly!

The mist surged and turned into a sword, hanging above An Le's head.

An Le stared at the sword, and then at the figure in the mist at the foot of Qingshan Mountain.

Without hesitation, An Le took a step forward.

With one step, the suspended sword was pressed down a little.

boom! ! !
The terrifying pressure, like the sudden increase of the gravitational force of the earth, fell on An Le's body, and An Le almost knelt down!

buzzing...

The sword qi of Chengying, Longyuan and Yan Guichao had a faint tendency to loosen and rush out, wanting to cut off this pressure.

An Le frowned, gritted his teeth and persisted, never using sword energy.

He walked forward step by step, and the pressure was increasing, like a supreme being sitting on the throne, staring at him so coldly, just a look, attracted the sword to cut down.

The big sword formed by the mist slowly cut down.

Everything around is collapsing, and everything is chopped to pieces by the sword energy!

An Le, who didn't know how many steps he took, had bleeding from his mouth and nose, and felt that everything in the world was buzzing and disappearing.

Just when his consciousness was about to disappear completely, Yan Guichao's resonant sword chant made him suddenly wake up.

However, the sword shadow transformed by Yan Guichao's sword energy roared out and slammed fiercely towards the giant mist sword that had been cut down!
Countless sword qi intertwined, propping up the giant sword of mist.

Make the fog giant sword temporarily unable to fall.

But it can be seen with the naked eye that the sword energy of Yan Guichao and the sword energy of the Misty Giant Sword are constantly melting.

An Le took a deep breath, took advantage of this opportunity, and moved forward quickly under pressure.

boom!
With a wail, Yan Guichao's sword energy dissipated.

The giant sword began to fall again, and the terrifying pressure came again, which was a very difficult test for An Le's will.

The coercion of the falling giant sword not only wants to kneel down his body, but also makes his soul and soul surrender together!
Like a tall fairy, overlooking the mortal ants in the world!
An Le knew that he couldn't kneel, once he knelt...not only would it mean the failure of Qingshan Kaifeng, but also...he would become a puppet of the blurry shadow in the mountain!
Gritting his teeth, An Le's body was densely covered with veins, and the ancient scriptures reappeared, clinging to his body and intertwining on his body.

With a whistling sound from the Chengying Sword, countless sword qi swelled up in an instant, rushing towards the falling giant sword densely!

Like that swallow returning to its nest, it propped up the giant sword.

An Le took this opportunity to keep moving forward, step by step, the ground cracked.

However, Chengyingjian's sword energy did not persist for too long, and finally disappeared bit by bit.

An Le didn't stop, and the giant sword fell again.

The last sword phantom, Qixing Longyuan let out a dragon cry, and the sword energy gushed out, like countless dragon shadows and sword energy, hitting the giant sword.

The sword energy of the three swords impacted the fairy sword that seemed to fall from the sky.

It's like a confrontation between the mortal sword and the immortal sword!

Amidst the exploding sword qi and fireworks, An Le squirmed and clung to the ancient scriptures, moving forward step by step. He could not give up the conditions created by the three first-grade extreme swords!

The figure behind Qingshan seemed to be chilling.

Although the giant sword was much blurred by the sword energy of the three swords, it was still slashed down under the coercion.

Without Yan Guichao, without Chengying, without Longyuan...

Anle without the protection of three first-grade extreme sword qi.

Like a prisoner waiting to be cut down by a guillotine.

An Le felt as if his feet were stuck in a quagmire, and the pressure was so heavy that he wanted to make him kneel down completely.

It was like the scene where Luo Qingchen was in the carriage, overlooking him who had just set foot in cultivation, and the coercion he lowered made him kneel down.

The figure behind the mist is like Luo Qingchen in the carriage.

It's like the superiors, the contempt and strife for the inferiors.

It seems that the subordinates' submission to them is a natural rule.

An Le's spine was making a sound of rubbing, and he straightened his waist, like a proud bamboo soaring to the sky.

Looking at the cut sword.

An Le raised her head, and the corner of her mouth curled up in disdain.

If Qingshan wants to make him surrender, then it is worth not holding onto such a Qingshan.

But he still wants to tear away the fog that covers the green hills, just to prove that An Le can do it.

No matter who the figure behind the green hill is.

So what if it is a high-ranking fairy?
He is also fearless and fearless!
Climb the green hill with pride!
Daoguo [Fearlessness] seemed to tremble violently at this moment!
The [Hero Qi Yin] Dao Fruit that had been squeezed out was also trembling.

Raise your hands!
An Le put his finger on the center of the eyebrows, the center of the eyebrows cracked suddenly, the sword stove clanged, and the soul leaped out, picked up the heart sword and the embryo, and slammed towards the falling mist giant sword!

Without the three first-grade extreme swords, he still has his own heart sword in Anle!
The heart sword reflects the state of mind of Anle. At this moment, the arrogance of rather breaking than bending makes the heart sword embryo, which is already on the verge of transformation, as if resisting the last heavy hammer!
There was an instant transformation.

The colorful light is in full bloom!

The heart sword is forged, collide with that giant sword!
An Le didn't care about the cracking.

An Le was covered in golden light, stepped down heavily, and crashed into the thick mist at the foot of Qingshan Mountain.

Raise your hands, insert them into the mist fiercely, and swipe to the sides!
Rumble!
The mist covering the entire green mountain was suddenly torn apart!

An Le saw the figure sitting at the foot of Qingshan Mountain. It was a figure full of pure white fairy spirit, and the high-level eyes were projected from the eyes of that figure.

Seeing that figure, An Le understood the other party's identity.

Fairy!
Real fairy!

Inside the green hill, there is actually a fairy sitting upright!

The immortal looked at An Le indifferently, but saw the immortal standing up slowly.

Countless gorgeous rays of light filled the air, with fairy air curling up, fairy music playing, and flying cranes singing together...

Among the visions.

The immortal walked towards An Le step by step.

The immortal raised his hand, as if to caress its top.

There was a hint of confusion in An Le's eyes, as if he was going to kneel down involuntarily, allowing the immortal to stroke his head and bestow longevity on his hair.

Although the immortal's eyes were aloof, there was also a little excitement and madness that was about to break the cage.

but.

Just when the immortal's hand was about to fall on top of An Le's head.

An Le's eyes suddenly became clear, even disdainful.

Knock lightly with your fingers.

Sword Qi is close to everything in the world!
Future Sword Qi!

The invisible sword energy suddenly appeared, the third ray of sword energy that An Le collected from the cliff belonged to the dying saint master, the future sword energy.

At this moment, the intangible and insubstantial appearance appeared in the hands of An Le in the shape of a long sword.

Raise the sword, and cut it off against the immortal!
What about the fairy?
They want to corrupt his will, want him to submit, want to take his body away.

so fairy...

Why don't you keep it? !
The sword cut off the immortal's head in an instant!

Unwillingness, anger, and despair appeared on the face of the immortal...

Finally, the smoke cleared!

In an instant, the entire green hill was shaking, and the mist that Anle had pushed away dissipated little by little.

It was like gently wiping away a drop of filthy fairy blood stained on the Qingshan sword.

The world shook, the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed.

On top of the lush green hills, the gentle sword energy is like a breeze blowing.

Blow Anle standing at the foot of the mountain, her clothes fluttering.

All the stress is gone.

An Le looked down at his waist, where a bamboo sword was unknowingly hanging.

However, this is not what An Le noticed.

What Anle noticed was that at the foot of the mountain, there was a stone figurine of the emperor in black clothes standing quietly with his hands behind his back, with a smile on his lips, and countless immortal bones under his feet, patrolling the boundless world that belonged to him.

Even if the years have passed.

The green hills remain the same, and the sword energy will last forever.

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