Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 136 The Third Test of the Saint Master, When the Sword Intent from Ten Thousand Years Ago Awakens

Thousands of valleys and clouds float out of the threshold.

The sixth mountain of the holy mountain.

Surrounded by rain and clouds and smoke, the pavilion in the middle of the mountain was completely silent.

With a gentle breeze, the peach blossom trees in the mountains and forests sprinkled petals of peach blossoms, falling to the ground among the bluestones.

Fairy Yunrou looked at her side in astonishment, there... was where the sixth mountain lord was standing, and there should have been a serious Tsing Yi standing there.

She and the mountain master are still chatting.

However, suddenly, the sword energy twisted, and a black sword was stretched out from the space.

The sixth mountain lord disappeared, replaced by a black sword.

The mountain master turned into a sword?

No, it was the Mountain Lord who replaced the sword.

This is the art of moving the sword.

Yun Rou naturally recognized this sword as An Le's sword weapon, she didn't know what happened to An Le at this moment, she only knew that An Le went north with the old emperor Zhao Huang Ting.

However, to provoke Sixth Mountain to take the initiative to use the positioning of the sword and leave through the air, he must have encountered a lot of trouble.

Yunrou smiled, squatted down, and grabbed the Mochi sword in her hand.

Leaning on the sword, he looked towards the misty mountain foothills, and his beautiful face could not help showing a touch of confidence.

As long as the sixth mountain lord goes, the problem... should be resolved soon.

As the guardian of the mountain, this is the greatest trust in the mountain owner.

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The heavy snow, like being cut in the middle by an invisible silk thread, is still falling on the top, but there is no white floating on the bottom, dividing the world into two, creating an unseen scene.

Before Yuanmeng Dadu, fell into a silence.

An Le held the green hill, and the ancient stone figurine in the green hill let out a soft whisper when Zhao Huangting used the three stunning swords to change the world. , already unfolded, like a sword slowly unsheathed.

This is Anle's biggest hole card, and it is also the confidence to come to rescue Zhao Huangting back home with Qingshan.

After all, Zhao Huangting has held the sword against Qingshan for 500 years. For [-] years, even if Zhao Huangting has been unable to make a breakthrough for Qingshan, he still has an inseparable relationship with Qingshan after all.

Therefore, in the middle of the green hills there will be faint whispers.

It was the emperor's stone figurine standing on the stone path that affirmed this great event.

Perhaps it was Zhao Huangting's last sword strike, his willingness to seek a big wind and a clear temper, which aroused the admiration and sympathy of this stone figurine who had been silent for thousands of years.

Or maybe Qingshan himself trembled slightly when Zhao Huangting, the former sword holder, was about to die.

Therefore, Anle actually has confidence, which is the confidence that Qingshan brought to him.

What's more, the sword holder should have the courage to move forward without fear of the hardships in front of him. The moment he hands out the sword, there may be miracles.

However, to Anle's astonishment, when the ink pool was unsheathed from the sword box, it changed shape and shadow instantly, like a singularity, and realized a location change with the Lord of the Sixth Mountain standing in the pavilion of the Sixth Mountain. convert.

The Sixth Mountain Master folded his hands on his chest, carried a pine sword box on his back, and was dressed in green.

He was outrageously cold, and a complete mess of handsome.

If there is a background piano sound at this moment, it should be the high-pitched tune of the national player hurriedly plucking the strings.

The gap in the sword box was opened, and a sword weapon leaped out, hovering in front of the Sixth Mountain Lord who was hugging his chest. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and collided with Emperor Yuanmeng's palm.

As soon as it was touched, the sword returned to Tsing Yi's body, floating quietly.

Emperor Yuanmeng also stopped, his eyes drooping.

A chill disappeared invisible, leaving only the confrontation and wait-and-see of the two strong men.

All the powerhouses of the surrounding Yuanmeng Empire were suspended, and they didn't rush to make a move. After all, the Yuanmeng Emperor had already made a move, and they also felt that the matter was sure.

However, when this Tsing Yi suddenly appeared, it made each of them focus their eyes.

This person appeared almost out of nowhere, and changed places with the black sword that jumped out of the An Le sword box.

A leap of thousands of miles has been realized.

This kind of swordsmanship is amazing!

In the vast world, there is only one person who can possess such sword skills.

The owner of the sixth mountain of the holy mountain.

Sacred Mountain... Even the Yuanmeng Empire has the same momentum and spans the world, but it dare not underestimate it.

"Thousands of miles of sword movement, master of the sixth mountain, don't come here without any harm."

The burly body of Emperor Yuanmeng was suspended in the air, calmly looking at the man in Tsing Yi in front of him.

Even Emperor Yuan Meng never imagined that this person in front of him would not hesitate to use the sword move technique that astonishes the world for this young man of five realms.

"All right."

The Sixth Mountain Master raised his chin, looked at Emperor Yuanmeng, and said calmly.

He spoke very little and seemed very cold, but this was the sixth mountain master's style as always.

"Are you here to represent yourself, or...represent the attitude of the Holy Mountain?"

Emperor Yuanmeng fell and stepped on the ground, stepping on the frost and snow.

He looked directly at the Sixth Mountain Lord with great interest.

"Your Hongchen sword has not yet reached its full potential, and you are not my opponent."

Emperor Yuanmeng said calmly.

The status of the masters of the holy mountain is indeed good. As disciples of the holy master, they have dreadful qualifications and identities. However, it does not mean that the masters of the holy mountain are invincible.

The Lord of the Holy Mountain also needs to practice, and the purpose is also to attack the Ten Realms.

The reason why the mountain masters are honorable is because of the holy master, and with the guidance of the holy master, they can break through the ten realms more easily.

The Sixth Mountain Master did not answer Emperor Yuanmeng's words, he turned his head to look at Anle who was carrying Zhao Huangting on his back.

An Le looked at the sixth mountain master, clasped the green mountain, and clasped his fists in a bow.

The sixth mountain lord's face was as cold as an iceberg, and the corners of his lips gradually curled up: "I am good friends with Zhao Huangting, and I will never see his bones fall to the north. If you don't turn around to save him, I will come to him with my sword."

"There are three tests for dialogue with a holy master. The third test is different for everyone, and I have bet with the first mountain master."

"The choice between giving up or not giving up is your third test."

"Now it seems that I won the bet, which means you, you have completed the third test."

The main road of the sixth mountain.

An Le was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and his expression couldn't help becoming complicated.

The corner of the Sixth Mountain Master's lips twitched coldly: "One last sentence."

"Looking good on you."

After the words were finished, without waiting for An Le to respond, the Sixth Mountain Master turned around and looked at Emperor Yuanmeng.

The Sixth Mountain Lord still had his hands folded, but his face was much more serious, so he said concisely: "I want to take them away."

The burly Emperor Yuanmeng stomped on the ground, and his costumes rattled in the wind and waves. The aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and his blood was like a huge wave on the sea: "Reason."

The Sixth Mountain Master folded his arms across his chest, but the sword box was opened an inch further, and there were faintly intertwined sword lights in the box.

"No reason needed."

Emperor Yuan Meng laughed.

"The people of the Holy Mountain are indeed extremely domineering."

"However, the opening of the Seventh Mountain is just around the corner, so I don't want to embarrass the people of the Holy Mountain. After all, the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire will also be eligible to participate in the battle for the owner of the Seventh Mountain this time. .”

The sixth mountain lord's hair was flying, and after listening to Emperor Yuanmeng's words, the sword box was opened another inch, and sword lights flew out one after another, and in an instant, densely suspended above the sixth mountain lord's head.

Bronze sword, silver and white sword, scarlet sword, tattered sword...

A variety of swords, with a variety of emotions.

It seemed that what appeared at this moment was not swords, but figures in the world of mortals.

"Zhao Huangting challenged me, burned out Nirvana, pierced my physical defense with a sword, and made me bleed. This kind of courage is very good."

"I appreciate him, he can go."

"The swordsman of the Nine realms blocked my punch with a sword formation composed of eighteen swords and survived, so he can leave."

Emperor Yuanmeng had his hands behind his back, and his burly body carried terrifying strength.

His eyes fell on An Le.

"But this one can't."

The Sixth Mountain Master said coldly: "Speak nonsense."

He used the technique of moving his sword to straddle Anle. Just now he said that he is optimistic about Anle. Naturally, it is impossible to give up Anle and leave. He will give up or not give up as a test for Anle. Still have a face?
The Emperor Yuanmeng talked for a long time, wanting to stay in Anle, and to him, it was naturally nothing more than nonsense.

The Sixth Mountain Lord felt that he had listened carefully for so long, which was a bit stupid.

Emperor Yuanmeng smiled again with his hands behind his back: "Of course, Gu can give the holy master a face, and this son can leave, but...his bamboo sword must be kept."

After the words fell, this was the final result given by Emperor Yuanmeng.

People can leave, but swords must stay.

However, for a swordsman, if he keeps his sword and abandons it to live, he will lose the sharpness of the sword holder.

"For a swordsman, the sword is with the person."

The Sixth Mountain Master raised his hand and tapped lightly.

In an instant, three thousand sword lights hung awe-inspiringly, tinkling, and pointing at the tip of the sword.

"Then let's fight."

The three thousand swords are hidden at this moment.

Emperor Yuanmeng was not moved in the slightest by this peerless method, which was like a sword fairy coming to the dust.

The sixth mountain lord has never broken through the tenth realm, so to him, there is actually no threat at all. The sixth mountain lord at this moment is much worse than Zhao Huangting who has burnt out his nirvana. Emperor Yuan Meng can't even bring up the idea of ​​fighting.

After all, the Sixth Mountain Master, as a disciple of the holy master, was not able to kill him, so it was very boring.

He raised his hand and waved lightly.

In an instant, those strong men from the Nine Realms of the Yuanmeng Empire behind them all understood.

They released their qi one after another, turned into blood-colored beams of light, and slammed into the sixth mountain master.

"Gu doesn't want to fight with the people of the Holy Mountain for the time being. When Gu Zhen wants to do it, he will set foot on the holy mountain one by one, suppress you and others, and finally challenge the holy master."

"Before this, the people of the Holy Mountain had no intention of confronting each other."

Emperor Yuanmeng said indifferently.

boom!
The sixth mountain lord frowned, and the sword formation slammed down, colliding with the beams of qi and blood transformed by several Nine Realms.

The air wave was released in an instant, and three thousand sword lights intertwined to form a dreamlike ink painting scroll. In the painting scroll, there was a scene of a long street full of figures.

The smoke and fire in the world are all contained in the sword.

Just one person.

The Digital Nine Realm was actually suppressed by the sixth mountain lord's sword.

However, the strong in the Yuanmeng Empire are not necessarily weak. Those who can enter the Nine Realms are all the best in practice, and each has their own means of strength!

The blood of the few people surged, and the cultivation of the nine realms of forging was used to the extreme. It seemed that there were many unyielding mountain dharmas behind them, resisting the red dust sword map of the sixth mountain lord.

The sixth mountain master was dragged abruptly.

However, there was no panic on the sixth mountain master's cold face.

He made a bet with the first mountain master, and now that the bet is won, the first mountain master will naturally come.

After fighting a few tricks with several Yuanmeng Empire powerhouses.

The Sixth Mountain Lord frowned slightly.

Just because there are no white cranes in the world.

The first mountain lord.

never came.

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An Le looked at the Sixth Mountain Lord who was fighting with the strong men of the Yuanmeng Empire, and a soft look appeared in his eyes.

As for the third test of the dialogue with the holy master mentioned by the sixth mountain master, An Le didn't think much about it.

He didn't know that this was a test, even if it wasn't a test, he wouldn't just turn around and leave, leaving the dead old man in front of Xiongcheng in the North.

His mind was at peace.

He also heard the words of Emperor Yuanmeng, and he knew that if the sixth mountain master wanted to leave, Yuanmeng emperor would not stop him, and the sixth mountain master would not be in danger.

That's enough.

For the sixth mountain lord who came to save him, An Le really never thought of it. He never thought that the sword of Mochi actually contained such a function in it, allowing the sixth mountain lord to rush there with the skill of moving the sword .

It was because I didn't expect it that I was moved.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain is fighting against the strongmen of the Yuanmeng Empire.

Emperor Yuanmeng walked towards the sky step by step. The Sixth Mountain Lord seemed to be waiting for someone, but... that person never came.

That being the case, Emperor Yuan Meng didn't wait any longer, the void seemed to be twisting around him, he looked at An Le calmly, with a touch of strangeness in his eyes.

Zhao Huangting was carried by An Le, his face was full of helplessness, in fact, from the eyes of Emperor Yuan Meng looking at An Le.

Zhao Huangting knew in his heart that even if An Le didn't come back to save him, Emperor Yuan Meng didn't intend to let An Le leave Beidi easily.

There was something on An Le's body that caught the attention of Number One Under Heaven.

Castle Peak sword weapon?

Not just Aoyama.

This is something Zhao Huangting never expected.

Zhao Huangting looked at An Le who was carrying him on his back. He didn't see the slightest uneasiness on An Le's face, which made his helplessness seem to have disappeared a lot.

He knew that An Le might still have a hole card that he didn't know, which made him unwilling to give up, and came back to save his hole card.

This trump card can make An Le retreat, otherwise, no matter how fearless the young man is, he should not be so emotional when facing Emperor Yuanmeng, the number one practitioner in the world, even if he is not afraid, at least... there should be a touch of absolute .

But none of these emotions.

Therefore, Zhao Huangting has not guessed what Anle's hole card is until now.

The method of turning arrogance into strength?

But it has already been used... Zhao Huangting couldn't figure it out.

If he can't figure it out, he doesn't think about it anymore, he looked softly at the young man who was firmly carrying him on his back, in the last days of his life, it was Zhao Huangting's luck to meet such a young man.

God treats Zhao Huangting well.

An Le looked at Emperor Yuan Meng who was walking step by step.

He saw the extremely rich age spirit on Emperor Yuanmeng, and even... caught a wisp of wavering purple-gold age spirit!
This peerless powerhouse who has both cultivated his mind and body and crossed the ten realms, is actually like a stone figurine of an emperor, with a purple-gold spirit of time!
But judging from the intensity of the time qi, the purple meaning of this purple gold time qi is a bit weaker.

Compared with the almost free purple-gold time energy on the emperor's stone figurines, An Le tried to capture this purple-gold time energy, but he couldn't shake it at all.

He knew that with his current strength, it was absolutely impossible to draw out this wisp of purple-gold age energy.

However, An Le's mind was moved, and after giving up the purple-gold time energy, it was difficult to draw a ray of golden time air from the Yuanmeng emperor who came step by step.

This made An Le's eyes light up slightly.

Flowing the air of golden years, he moved his fingers lightly, and finally penetrated into An Le's body.

An Le looked at Emperor Yuanmeng, not afraid, but... a cheerful smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Emperor Yuanmeng and Zhao Huangting were both stunned with smiles.

At the next moment, Emperor Yuanmeng frowned, and his face became more solemn than ever.

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A proudly towering mountain stretches across the dark space.

The breeze is blowing slowly, and the mist is lingering on the green hills. There are ancient green bamboos that have grown for thousands of years, and the bamboo leaves are falling on the stone path. Some are withered, some are yellow, and some are still blue.

On the tenth stone path of the mountain.

A burly emperor stone figurine stands, facing the outside of the mountain, overlooking the world.

The mind condensed by the interweaving of An Le's mind, from vague to gradually clear, stands on the tenth step.

Looking at the emperor's stone figurine, An Le showed a touch of respect on his face.

"Burning out Nirvana, just looking for a romantic pleasure, he is worthy of the five hundred years of holding the sword on Qingshan."

"He did not fail Qingshan, and Qingshan did not fail him."

"good."

Among the stone figurines, soft but majestic words resounded.

Haunting on the silent mountain road.

An Le had heard this voice before, and it was this voice that gave him the greatest confidence to draw his sword and turn around to save Zhao Huangting.

Emperor Yuanmeng was really strong...

But An Le felt that the emperor who lived thousands of years ago... was stronger.

Even if it has been silent for thousands of years, even if it has been forgotten by the years in reality.

But it will still become Anle's confidence.

The stone figurines are still standing on the stone steps, without any movement or posture, without ease of movement, unable to move an inch.

But there was a sound, floating gently.

"Climbing the ten steps of the green mountain, beheading ten immortals, gathering ten wisps of sword intent..."

"Although people are dead, the sword will never die."

"Wind blows."

Listening to this ethereal voice, An Le slowly stretched out her hand, and pressed her palm on the chest of the emperor's stone figurine, her eyes gradually closed.

His mind sank into his dantian.

Above the dantian qi sea intertwined with innate aura, there is a golden elixir the size of a grain of rice floating.

This golden elixir is the golden elixir of sword intent. An Le carried the emperor's stone figurines on the stone path and walked on the stone path. When the emperor's stone figurines beheaded a fairy, they gathered a wisp of sword intent, and ten strands of sword intent gathered into a golden pill of rice grains, which was stored in the The sea of ​​qi in the dantian.

Looking at the golden elixir of sword intent, An Le's mental strength tapped it without hesitation.

The Sword Intent Golden Pill slowly unfolded, stretching like a person who just woke up.

This sword intent, which has been dormant for thousands of years, awakens at this moment...

The picture seems to have fallen into a freeze at this moment.

An Le's palm pressed against the stone figurine's chest.

The stone figurines watched the world.

The years stand still.

Suddenly, the cloud and mist above the mountain was torn apart, and the golden sword intent turned into rain, falling from the sky. Bean-sized raindrops hit the stone path, the ground, the withered bamboo leaves, On the stone figurines that have stood for thousands of years.

The spring mud is rainy and slippery in the mirror, and the dawn tree is like a picture with clouds and light.

The golden rain of sword intent brought majestic vitality like spring rain.

Beside Qingshan Road, spring bamboo shoots grow stubbornly.

The raindrops slapped on the stone figurines, infiltrating the stone figurines, as if washing away the dust accumulated over the years, making the colors of the stone figurines gradually become vivid, lifelike, as if they were alive.

An Le slowly opened her eyes, a smile hung on the corner of her lips.

"Senior, come out and meet... the mountains and rivers here."

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