Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 158 There are dozens of cold mountains here, you choose one, it is the seventh mountain [ask for a monthly ticket]

The east wind is rustling and the rain is coming, and there are light thunders inside and outside Yanchun.

The rich aroma of wine wafted out from the tavern, lingering inside and outside the tip of his nose, but Meng Po didn't have the slightest desire to smell it.

When the burly figure blocking the doorway stared at him indifferently and coldly with the eyes under the silver mask, an inexplicable sense of pressure suddenly swept over his whole body, and his muscles froze involuntarily.

It was a kind of muscular instinct after meeting the gaze of a strong man who had killed many people.

Meng Po didn't expect that when he heard the news that An Le had left Taimiao Lane, he rushed there excitedly, even with the lives of all the people in the tavern as a challenge, An Le still did not accept his challenge, and even threw out a puppet ...

puppet?
Real people or... dead things? !

Meng Po stared solemnly at the burly puppet, and couldn't help thinking.

What does it mean not to bully him, you can challenge An Le only after defeating the puppet...

An Le has so much confidence in this puppet?
In his mental perception, the aura of this puppet... seems to be only five realms.

If the puppet of the five realms has no self-awareness, there is nothing to worry about!
Meng Po's eyes shrouded in black mist showed a hint of coldness.

"Pretending to be a ghost, no matter what kind of puppet you are, I will kill everything!"

"I am number one on the Xiliang Asking Demon Ranking. I climbed to this realm after countless life and death. Among the five realms, I am invincible!"

Under the black mist, a blood-red long knife emerged.

Holding the knife in his hand, he lifted the blade lightly, and the raindrops falling from the narrow sky in the alley, slashed across the blade of the long bloody knife, and was easily cut in half!
The black mist exploded suddenly, as if it had merged into the raindrops, hiding between the intertwined rain curtains, as if the world disappeared, and killed the huge war puppet blocking the door!
Boom! ! !
suddenly.

The rain in front of the war puppet exploded!

A blood-colored knife was suddenly blocked by the black iron bow that was taken off from behind the puppet at some point.

Huge power was transmitted from the big bow that was shot, Meng Po's eyes narrowed, this kind of power... like a mountain collapsed, piled up with boulders, it is not the power that the five realms should have at all !

The bloody broadsword slapped Meng Po's shoulder hard, his body flew upside down, his back was smashed by the rain, and the rain powder was misty, like a lingering mist.

The body fell on the bluestone floor full of water in the alley, slipped backwards, and pulled out two inverted triangle water marks.

Can't get in!
Meng Po wanted to shake An Le's puppet away, and rushed into the tavern, forcing An Le to make a move.

However, he couldn't break through the defense line created by that puppet!

how can that be……

Within the five realms, he, Meng Po, is definitely not weak. He dared to call himself invincible in the five realms, so he naturally had the confidence, although he knew very well that when it came to true invincibility in the five realms, he was still a little bit worse.

Because the true invincibility of the five realms should be in the Yuanmeng Empire.

However, it is impossible for him to be unable to break through the defense line created by the puppets of the five realms!

The rain fell on Meng Po's body, and he turned his head to look at the window of the tavern, where An Le was already leisurely drinking a pot of old rice wine specially warmed by the proprietress, and even served a pile of peanuts.

There is... full of jokes in the eyes.

That kind of banter made Meng Po's heart full of murderous thoughts, and his spirit suddenly became crazy.

Ask the geniuses on the devil list, every spirit is not normal, it is the spiritual will that has been gradually distorted under the high pressure between life and death all the year round.

boom!
The rain on the ground exploded, Meng Po held the bloody long knife, with a crazy smile on his face, and strode towards the window where An Le was!

call out!
A gust of wind and thunder surged above the eardrums!

Just as Meng Po took a few steps, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

In the pupil, an arrow is flying towards quickly, piercing through the raindrops, and the tip of the arrow contains wind and thunder!

The most important thing is... that speed is too fast!

Even if it is rain, it is difficult to block the speed of the arrow!

The grasp of time, the grasp of the opportunity, the control of the inertia of his body movements...it is so perfect that it cannot be faulted.

Meng Po's figure is just at the time when the old strength has just gone, and the new strength has not yet been born.

The arrow pierces through!

puff!
An arrow pierced through Meng Po's shoulder, and the wind and thunder exploded, bringing up a mass of shattered flesh and blood. The arrow pierced through the body, and the force of the arrow slammed hard on the ground, nailing the bluestone ground into cracks covered with cobwebs. .

Spots of bright red blood were instantly washed away by the majestic rain.

Meng Po still had a frozen smile on his face, staring at the pierced shoulder, but the sense of crisis gradually rose in his heart.

The sound of wind and thunder resounded continuously!

The crumbling sound of the bowstring being fully drawn and then released made Meng Po's hair stand on end.

Not daring to run, he held the blood-colored long knife horizontally in front of him, one after another intertwined and burst forward, and the arrows wrapped in wind and thunder hit the blood-colored long knife fiercely.

As the sparks splashed, the arrow points hit the same position!
The rhythm of the arrows between breaths and breaths made it impossible for Meng Po to even change his body shape.

The power contained in the arrows shot him back abruptly, and the blood-colored long knife was pressed against his chest. Every time an arrow hits, there will be terrifying vigor passing through the blood-colored long knife and coming through the body.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out!

This is... what kind of monster? !
Meng Po's heart was terrified, his eyes tightened, and the pressure on him was even stronger than that of the sixth realm!

However, Meng Po is not a weak person, it is not his style to be beaten all the time, he also knows... If he wants to fight An Le today, he must break this puppet.

This is a puppet who is good at arrows!
Like a sharpshooter in the army.

It's not that Meng Po has never fought against a master archer. There are also master archers who are good at bows and arrows on the Asking Demon List.

However, the drawbacks of the Archer are too great.

That means that the melee combat strength is very weak, as long as Meng Po can get close to the archer and cut off the opponent's head, he can easily win.

That being the case, let's get closer and kill the archer first!
Meng Po's eyes revealed a frenzied crimson, and the innate spiritual energy gushed out from his dantian crazily.

The black mist lingered once again, and the entire alleys in Yanchunli were shrouded in black mist.

In front of the tavern, there was also a black mist billowing in, making it difficult to track Meng Po's whereabouts.

Suddenly, a blood-red sword tip emerged from the black mist, and the pointed corner pierced towards the neck of the war puppet wearing a silver mask.

Meng Po's figure was hidden in the black mist, with a crazy smile on his face, as if he had already seen the head wearing a silver mask, falling like a car wheel.

suddenly.

The black iron bow was retracted, holding the bloody long knife, and a black short spear was handed out under the puppet's black robe.

Sticking to the bloody long knife, splashing sparks were drawn.

Meng Po narrowed his eyes, the speed of the short spear was too fast, he had to give up the blood knife, as soon as he let go of his hand, the blood knife was sent flying, his figure wanted to get away, but the black spear was thrown suddenly.

With a puff, it pierced his neck.

A bloody flower bloomed, and with great strength, it drove Meng Po's figure and nailed it to the ground in the alley of Yanchunli.

The black mist dissipated.

Meng Po was nailed to the ground by the black spear, Gulu was bleeding from his mouth, he held the short spear with both hands, trying to pull it out, but he couldn't shake the short spear at all.

With a crisp ding, the other end of the spear was connected to the half of the spear that had been pierced into Meng Po's neck.

"Only you, are you worthy of the title of Invincible in the Five Realms?"

An indifferent and arrogant voice came from under the silver mask.

The burly body held a black spear in one hand.

Meng Po's eyes widened, staring at the burly puppet in fear...

Inside the pub.

An Le picked up the celadon wine cup, took a sip of the warm wine, and took six wisps of ordinary time spirit from Meng Po's body, and whispered a word between his lips: "Kill."

Threatening his well-being by taking the lives of everyone in the tavern...

From the moment he said that sentence, An Le had tacitly agreed that he must die.

The war puppet and An Le had a tacit understanding, and they carried out An Le's orders faithfully.

The two-pointed spear was pulled out suddenly and then stabbed towards Meng Po's head.

However, since the beginning of the battle, the strong man who has been paying attention to the situation here will naturally not sit idly by.

"stop!"

The Nine Realm powerhouse of Xiliang Kingdom yelled coldly, and a majestic pressure from the Nine Realm Immortal Platform had already come down, wanting to stop the war puppet's movements and save Meng Po.

The Nine Realms arrived before they had time, mainly because Meng Ruin's defeat was too fast!
However, before the coercion of Xiantai could be subdued, he was cut through by a sword.

The master of the sixth mountain, Qingyi Feiyang, hangs over the alley like this, making the Nine Realms of Xiliang Kingdom not dare to take a step.

puff.

The puppet's spear fell, and the fire of life in Meng Po's eyes was completely extinguished like this.

The icy rainwater slapped on his unrepentant face, splashing hazy spray.

In the past two days, this genius of the Xiliang Kingdom who had risen to fame and was doing things like crazy in Lin'an Mansion, just like that... died in the alley without any incident.

There was silence between the heaven and the earth, only the roar of the torrential rain falling on the human world along the narrow Yanchunli, like a waterfall.

Yanchun inside and outside.

The strong man of the Nine Realms of Xiliang Kingdom, his eyes were tightened, a little dazed, a little dazed.

Unexpectedly, Meng Po, known as the Little Hades, would fall in Lin'an Mansion just like that.

Inside the pub.

Ordinary people have been silent for a long time, not daring to breathe out.

After all, the former practitioners in the black mist used their lives as the capital to fight for An Le, which was tantamount to saying that they wanted to kill them, and they could kill them at any time.

Make them feel as if they have walked through death.

Even the hot-tempered female shopkeeper has trembling hands. No matter how hot she is, she is just an ordinary person. Compared with a practitioner, there is a gap between heaven and earth.

An Le glanced at the situation in the tavern. There was a clanging sword qi in the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, and the heart sword trembled, releasing mental fluctuations, which permeated and intertwined in the hearts of everyone in the tavern, helping them suppress their fears and overcome their inner shadows.

"It's over, don't worry."

An Le took a sip of the old rice wine, and said in a soft voice.

The female shopkeeper was soothed by the power of the heart sword, and she calmed down a lot, and there was even fanaticism in her eyes.

"As expected of Mr. An, you are really amazing!"

"Such a thing dares to challenge Mr. An. Mr. An has never made a move. He is just a puppet. He can't stop him, and he dares to challenge him!"

The female shopkeeper danced excitedly, and the atmosphere of the drinkers in the tavern became enthusiastic.

An Le smiled, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Indeed, An Le said that he didn't want to bully them, but he was right. After all, An Le defeated the young Emperor Yuan in the battle puppet space.

Now, if these people want to challenge him, they must first defeat the war puppet, and they are indeed right.

But... this war puppet is the young Yuan Emperor, a truly invincible existence in the Five Realms!
Even if An Le met him at first, he was easily defeated!

If you say you are not bullying, you are actually bullying.

And it's bullying to death. Others don't know that the war puppet is the young Emperor Yuan, and they will even take it lightly at first. When they are shocked by the power of the young Yuan Emperor, they have already lost the wind, basically being tortured by blood.

After all, the young Emperor Yuan... is a monster who can kill seven realms.

An Le compared the combat power of the young Emperor Yuan, and also speculated that the current him should be able to kill the opponent in the ordinary seven realms.

Even if it is a genius of the seventh realm, it is still possible to fight.

Outside Yanchunli.

Following Meng Po's death, the sixth mountain lord no longer obstructed him, and floated into the tavern, standing at the door, the sixth mountain lord stared at the war puppet, with a strange look in his eyes.

He didn't recognize the war puppet as the young Emperor Yuan, after all, he couldn't associate the two together.

He was quite surprised by the strength that Zhan Puppet showed to crush Meng Po earlier.

"Puppet?" The sixth mountain lord stared at him with doubts in his heart, but that was all. With a grim expression, he pushed open the door, and the water vapor from the rain immediately poured into the tavern.

The Sixth Mountain Master walked to where An Le was and sat opposite him.

An Le personally poured a glass of wine for the Sixth Mountain Lord, but didn't explain, because he couldn't explain, so he didn't bother to explain.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain thought of a lot, An Le's heroic spirit could be used as a means to master Qingshan to awaken the will of the first emperor who had been sleeping for thousands of years in the sword, and the blood Guanyin on the Canglang River who summoned to kill Tongguan...

There are many means of peace, and the source cannot even be deduced.

Obviously, An Le still has his own opportunities.

For this opportunity, the Sixth Mountain Lord naturally wouldn't pay too much attention to it.

"After drinking this glass of wine, let's go to Xunshan."

An Le smiled: "Okay."

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Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

The floor where the geniuses of Xiliang Kingdom are located.

It was quiet.

The torrential rain outside roared, and on the black tile cornices, the rain intertwined into a water curtain.

Inside the house, the smell of fine wine and dishes is still lingering, but the geniuses of Xiliang Kingdom no longer have the desire to eat and drink.

Meng Po died.

The beautiful Gu Naihe leaned against the railing, looking at the rainstorm outside, her red lips pursed slightly, a little sentimental.

"Why did he die? I still want to wait for him to comfort him after losing to An Le. What a pity..."

A sigh floated between Gu Naihe's red lips.

"And suck his energy dry?" Gu Huangquan glanced at her and said.

"Oh, brother, you are so annoying!"

Gu Naihe said angrily: "After all, Meng Po is a genius of our Xiliang Kingdom, and his teacher is Chujiang King, one of the top ten kings of hell. How could I do such a thing as sucking him dry? At most...at most suck Seventy to eighty percent."

Gu Huangquan showed a mocking look on his face: "Then you don't want to smoke?"

"In the past two days in Lin'an, you have attracted several practitioners from the Academy of Arts, and you can almost stop. After all, this is not the capital of Xiliang, and we don't have grandfather to protect us, so we can't be too unscrupulous."

"Got it, who killed Meng Po? An Le said it was a puppet...but the five-level puppet can kill Meng Po so easily? Even the corpse puppet at the top of the five-level in the hands of my brother...is very It's hard to do, isn't it?" Gu Naihe's big eyes flickered with doubt.

Gu Huangquan pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed with excitement, and said: "It is reported that the old celestial master of Tianshi's mansion once gave Anle the incomparably precious thousand-year-old purple golden lotus in Tianshi's mansion, this puppet... Maybe it has something to do with Tianshi Mansion."

"The Taoist sect is good at spells, the technique of talismans, the technique of Xuanhuang, and there is a technique of rune armor in the Taoist sect. This puppet should be developed by the old heavenly master and given to Anle."

Gu Huangquan stuck out his tongue and licked it, and said.

Gu Naihe nodded: "Using this puppet to block all those who want to challenge him will save a lot of trouble..."

"Brother, you said that if you want to challenge An Le, you must defeat this puppet. Will An Le be stronger than this puppet?"

When Gu Huangquan heard this, bloodthirsty madness flickered in his eyes: "It's hard to say...but at least it won't be too bad. If there are too many puppets with weak strength, it will be difficult to control them well."

"No matter what, I'm very interested in this puppet, maybe... it can make my corpse puppet technique go a step further!"

However, the bloodlust in Gu Huangquan's eyes quickly subsided, and none of the practitioners from Xiliang was normal.

"Don't challenge An Le for the time being, that puppet... the geniuses on the Xiliang Asking Devil List will all die if they go."

"Wait for the Seventh Mountain to open, then we will be able to see the true face of this puppet."

Gu Huangquan's words did not lower his voice, everyone on the floor heard it clearly, and none of them resisted.

Meng Po was dead, and they went... and indeed they were sent to die.

However, none of the geniuses on the Ask Demon List had any emotional fluctuations about Meng Po's death, they were just shocked at first, and then they didn't care anymore.

After all, the question list changes...too often.

Today's Demon Questioning List has not yet appeared a leader-level existence that overwhelms all geniuses, and Meng Po has only reached the top for half a month.

Gu Naihe leaned over to the railing again, and took a deep breath of the sweet smell of rain in Lin'an Mansion.

"I don't know Mr. An...what kind of girl do you like?"

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Still Drunken Dragon Pavilion, upstairs.

Tie Lie, Wotai, Tuzhen, Boqi and other geniuses on the Yuanmeng Empire's falcon list all stood by the railing, their sharp eyes piercing through the rain.

The atmosphere was a bit dignified and serious, even... a bit chilly.

"The number one bouncing devil in Xiliang Kingdom... is dead."

Bo Qi, dressed in white, said that he was the grandson of Bo Yan, Prime Minister of Yuan Meng. His father, Burke, died in battle and was split in two by Ye Longsheng with a sword of Man Jiang Hong.

Therefore, Birch has always buried a spark of revenge in his heart.

It's a pity that his strength is too far behind Ye Longsheng, but Prime Minister Bo Qi can't let go to kill Ye Longsheng, because the prime minister's heart is the whole Yuanmeng.

Ge Xiao'an, the only girl among the crowd, stared wide-eyed.

"Did he die? He died so quickly... Meng Po's strength is still good. Even if I am against him, I am afraid that he may lose."

Ge Xiao'an took a deep breath. As the only one on the Yuanmeng Empire's falcon list with double five realms, she was naturally confident in Meng Po, but she couldn't kill Meng Po so quickly.

"That's just An Le's puppet..."

For the first time, Ge Xiao'an felt the horror of An Le.

He just made a puppet and killed Meng Po within a few strokes.

What about Anle's own strength?
If you want to control a powerful puppet, your own strength will definitely not be much weaker than the puppet. If this is the case, facing An Le means that in addition to facing this puppet, you have to face An Le... Think about it. Can feel great pressure!
"Brother Tie Lie, tell me...you can win against Anle...when you reach the perfection of five realms?"

Ge Xiao's goose asked solemnly.

However, the burly Tie Lie stood in front of the railing, trembling slightly, but did not answer Ge Xiao'e's words.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes fell on Tie Lie's body, but they found that there was an inexplicable... shocked look on Tie Lie's face.

"I can't win, I can't win at all, even... I will lose faster than Xiliang Mengpo."

Tie Lie spoke.

As soon as the words came out, everyone was suffocated.

Tie Lie's answer really hit their minds. Could it be that Tie Lie thought that even Xiliang Meng Po could not compare?

In their eyes, that Meng Po...is nothing.

Tie Lie shook his head, his words seemed to tremble.

"The puppet that An Le took out...I seem to...see His Majesty's shadow!"

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In Qin Xiangfu, between the water pavilions.

The roar of the rain washed away, causing the water in the small pool in the water pavilion to skyrocket, and the raindrops hit the surface of the pool, causing ripples, and every drop of water, like boiling water, danced on the surface of the drum.

In the pavilion.

Qin Lishi was dressed in loose casual clothes, sitting on a hollowed-out stone bench. On the table was a chessboard with crystal clear black and white chess pieces strewn across it. Opposite him was Qin Huaan.

After Qin Hua'an experienced the defeat against An Le in Chun Wei, his mood became more solidified, and he became less impetuous.

The father and son played chess, and the chess pieces fell on each other on the chessboard, making a light sound, accompanied by the sound of rain, which was quite leisurely.

After a while, a black-clothed figure wearing a coir raincoat slowly emerged from the pavilion and clasped his fists at Qin Lishi: "Master, in Yanchunli, Meng Po was killed by a puppet thrown by Anle." .”

Ok?
Qin Lishi's movement of holding the chess pieces froze for a while.

Horror also appeared in Qin Hua'an's eyes. Meng Po had defeated Sima Pudu and Wang Qilin in succession.

"What strength is that puppet..."

"Five realms."

"The puppet can kill Meng Po, so it should be easier for An Le to kill Meng Po." Qin Lishi sighed: "This son... has become a thing."

Anle's growth rate is really too fast, and there are so many cards in his cards. Even Qin Lishi can't guarantee whether he can kill Anle by sending nine realm practitioners.

On the Canglang River, An Le killed Tong Guan...

With that blood Guanyin trump card, can An Le show it again?
Although it is subjectively difficult, how can such a trump card be held all the time, but Qin Lishi is not sure.

Today, An Le's own strength may have reached unimaginable levels. If he wants to kill An Le, he must at least send a practitioner who has reached the seventh level to have a chance, and even a practitioner who has reached the eighth level is the safest.

There is such an oppressive force before stepping into the upper five realms. Once An Le breaks through the barriers and steps into the sixth realm, he can exercise his body and spirit, and refine his spirit...

Even the practitioners of the Eight Realms may not be able to kill An Le steadily.

"Monster..."

Qin Lishi sighed.

He glanced at Qin Hua'an, who was devastated across the street. As the only heir of Qin Lishi, Qin Lishi once thought that Qin Hua'an's talent was not bad, but compared with An Le...

The gap is too big.

"The revenge of thousands of years... how can I avenge it?"

Qin Lishi narrowed his eyes.

Losing interest in playing chess, he stood up and looked at the beating raindrops on the surface of the small pond.

"Go ahead and play this game by yourself. Don't think about dealing with An Le anymore. You are not worthy now."

Qin Lishi said to Qin Hua'an with his hands behind his back.

"I don't want to lose my last son."

After Qin Lishi finished speaking, he stepped into the rain curtain, and the rainwater separated from his head like a curtain, and it couldn't fall into his body at all.

He stepped out of the mansion step by step and headed towards the palace.

Qin Lishi felt that if he wanted to kill Anle with his strength, he couldn't do it...

However, the emperor of the Zhao family still has this ability.

He had to make the emperor of the Zhao family feel the threat of An Le, and make the emperor of the Zhao family make up his mind to get rid of An Le.

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Meng Po's body was taken away by the Nine Realms powerhouses from the two countries.

The blood was washed away by the stagnant water in the alley, leaving nothing but the cobweb-like cracks left by the confrontation.

An Le took a Yuanling Tongbao and handed it to the female shopkeeper.

"Boss, get me another jug ​​of wine, and I won't have to find any extra money."

An Le smiled: "I'm so sorry today, but don't worry, things like this will never happen again in the future."

A Yuan Lingtong Treasure is very valuable, and the female shopkeeper knew that it was money that An Le used to appease everyone's mood, so she was free and easy, and didn't push An Le.

"What are you talking about, Mr. An, it is rare today because of Mr. An, we are ordinary people, so we can see the world of practitioners with our own eyes..."

"However, I have to say that the world of practitioners is really exciting. Unfortunately, we are not qualified to set foot in this world."

The female shopkeeper said with emotion.

An Le smiled gently: "Everyone in the world has their own way of life. Ordinary is not necessarily bad. Human fireworks...sometimes are what many practitioners dream of."

The female shopkeeper seems to understand but not understand.

Don't understand if you don't understand, the female shopkeeper glanced at the drinkers in the shop, and said with a smile: "Everyone is lucky, all the orders today are bought by Mrs. An."

"Everyone, open your mouth and drink."

Afterwards, the female shopkeeper went to make a new pot of old rice wine for An Le with a smile.

An Le took the wine, and went out of the tavern with the Lord of the Sixth Mountain.

The figures of the two gradually disappeared into the rain curtain of the long street.

The female shopkeeper stared blankly at An Le who had disappeared, and a hint of awe still appeared in her eyes after all.

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An Le held the oil-paper umbrella, put away the war puppet, and the war puppet disappeared, causing the eyes of the extremely cruel Sixth Mountain Master to fluctuate.

The two left Yanchunli together.

A series of powerful minds swept over immediately, but after approaching, they were all taken away wisely.

After all, the deterrent power of the sixth mountain lord still exists. If this cruel mountain lord is angered by wanton investigation, it may not end well.

"Anle, since you are near Lin'an Mansion, choose a nearby mountain as a place to talk to the holy master. In addition, the seventh mountain will be the mountain you choose."

The Sixth Mountain Master said.

An Le nodded, glanced at the sixth mountain lord, and resisted the urge to extract the energy of time from the sixth mountain lord.

Because he was about to talk to the holy master, An Le wanted to save this opportunity to see if he could extract the energy of time from the holy master.

The two walked along the main road of Yujie. The Sixth Mountain Lord was completely protected from rain, while Anle held an oil-paper umbrella to keep out the rain.

A thick pine sword box in a green coat, and a bamboo sword pinned to a waist in a white coat, both belong to the class of swordsmen with different temperaments.

All the way to the gate of Lin'an City, the mind perceptions of many who followed were all shocked!

They knew very well that An Le and Sixth Mountain Lord left Lin'an Mansion with only one purpose...

That is to go to Xunshan, and An Le will go to talk to the holy master!
The place where An Le talks to the holy master... is the future seventh mountain of the holy mountain, and the test of the holy master will fall on that mountain!

If the seventh mountain of the holy mountain can become the owner of the mountain, enter the holy mountain, and become the disciple of the holy master, the future is limitless.

For a long time, the mountain masters who became the disciples of the saints have basically been able to break into the ten realms. Although these mountain masters will disappear from the world when their deadline is approaching, there are rumors that they will be taken away by the saint master when their deadline is approaching. Entering the legendary "Holy Realm", prolonging the lifespan and gaining longer years, can reach the Eleventh Realm.

This is also the reason why the holy mountain is transcendent. Although the mountain owners are not the strongest in the world, but because of the holy master, the mountain owners are able to transcend.

An Le and the Sixth Mountain Lord left Lin'an City, the rain outside the city washed away, the sky and the earth were gray, and there was no shadow of the cold mountain in sight.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, An Le squinted her eyes as she looked at the gray world.

"There are dozens of cold mountains here, you choose one and it will be the seventh mountain."

The main road of the sixth mountain.

As the words were written, the Sixth Mountain Master raised his hand, and the pine sword case was opened an inch, and a seven-colored sword weapon flew out from it.

With a tap of the fingers, the colorful sword suddenly flung out.

Like a rainbow that tears the sky.

The Mantian rain curtain was instantly divided into two, and in front of An Le's eyes, there were cold mountains shrouded in mist and rain.

It can be said that this is the card of the person who becomes a dialogue saint, and if he has the qualifications to choose the seventh mountain, even if he does not become the master of the mountain in the future, the appearance of the seventh mountain is also inseparable from it.

At the beginning, Li Youan chose a mountain, but it was a pity that the opening of the seventh mountain, which was supposed to be opened at that time, was postponed by the holy master for some reason.

"Choose slowly, this is your right and honor."

The Sixth Mountain Master said.

An Le nodded, and slowly closed her eyes.

In Lin'an Mansion, more and more minds intertwined and diffused, gathered outside the city, staring at the young man holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rainstorm.

In Tianxuan Palace, the emperor of the Zhao family sat on the throne, looking out of Lin'an Mansion.

Qin Lishi, who had just entered the palace, also stopped his words, turned his head to release his mind perception, and paid attention to this scene.

Wenyuan, in a thatched cottage.

The doctor Zhu Huoxi was telling the students about his Confucian philosophy. Liu Yueduan was sitting in it, listening quietly and carefully.

Suddenly, Zhu Huoxi raised his eyes, stopped talking, and looked outside Lin'an Mansion.

Under the stele of the Wenqu stele, the rain washed away, and the second master Pang Ji stood here with his hands behind his back, also looking out of the city.

On the Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

The geniuses on the Yuanmeng Falcon List, who were deep in thought, all came to their senses.

Tie Lie's burly body leaped directly from the tall buildings of Drunken Dragon Pavilion, broke through the rain, and landed on the long street.

Boyan, Wotai, Tuzhen, Ge Xiao'an and others all followed, walked in the rain, and walked towards the outside of the city.

Gu Huangquan and Gu Naihe, together with the geniuses who asked Xiliang to ask the demon list, all counted out of the Drunken Dragon Pavilion. As for the dead Meng Po, no one paid any attention to him, even though he once brought fusion to Xiliang. Yu, Sima Pudu and Wang Qilin, who had won consecutive victories on the Little Sage List, died, to the geniuses in Xiliang Asking the Demon List, it was like yesterday's work and worthless.

Holding the azure blue sword hidden in the scabbard, Lu Ziwei looked at the geniuses on the Yuanmeng Falcon List and the geniuses on the Xiliang Demon List who were strolling through the Imperial Street.

She also floated out, releasing her aura, followed by all the geniuses on the Dali Star List.

Except for these three parties.

On the long street, there was a lone figure walking.

Avalokitesvara, the young Guanyin of Ganye Temple, has a beautiful face, wearing a long white dress, bare feet, [-] threads of troubles coiled up, fixed with a purple bamboo hairpin, chanting Buddha's words, and the surrounding rain seems to be distorting.

The Buddha son of Lianhua Temple is dressed in fiery red monk clothes, with 24 golden lotus petal waist cards on his waist, engraved with Buddha images on the waist cards, 24 waist cards, and 24 Buddha images.

The Buddha's light is bright, like the reincarnated Buddha is walking, and the rain is evaporated before it falls.

There is also the walking in the world of Lanke Temple, who is also a bald monk, but wearing a blue monk robe, with delicate features, looks very ordinary and ordinary, but behind him is the Buddha's light.

The Tianjiao of the three Buddhist temples are walking on the streets of Lin'an.

Even Tie Lie and the others were all attracted to their gazes, and their faces turned serious.

In addition, there is Daozi from Zhenwu Temple and the little celestial master from Tianshi Mansion. They don’t look much different. They are both wearing Taoist robes, jade crowns, mahogany swords on their backs, and black and white plaid shoes, swaying in the rain. come.

The only difference is that the Taoist gown of Little Heavenly Master is pure black, while the Taoist robe of Zhenwu Guan Daozi is pure white.

The interweaving of black and white is like the collision of Tai Yin and Tai Chi.

The Lin'an Mansion under the heavy rain should have been quiet, but because of the arrival of these people, it suddenly became lively.

They all went towards the city gate, and soon met and gathered outside the city gate.

Of course, each of them stood in the same place, looking at An Le standing quietly under the rain curtain at the gate of the city with an oil-paper umbrella in the distance.

On the official road outside Lin'an Mansion, a girl in red wearing a bamboo hat walked slowly, with a long glow behind her, as if she was holding her body up into the sky.

Raising her head, her beautiful face seemed to melt into the mist and rain. The person who came was Ye Wenxi who had rushed back from the Canglang River battlefield. She arrived in Lin'an so late because she had broken through the Canglang River battlefield. The barrier of the double six realms.

She stopped quickly and watched quietly.

At this moment, Anle seemed to be the focus between heaven and earth.

Because his choice will become the new focus of the world, so he has become the focus.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

No one spoke, and even the sound of breathing slowed down.

They all stared at the young man standing still with his eyes closed holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The geniuses from Yuanmeng, Dali, and Xiliang, the geniuses from Dazhao who walked out of Lin'an Mansion, Wang Qilin who was defeated by Meng Po, the pale-faced Sima Pudu, and the indifferent Qin Huaan, etc. genius.

They were all staring at An Le.

The heavy rain was majestic, hitting the ground like the hooves of thousands of troops and the sound of war drums.

An Le slowly opened his eyes, looking at the cold mountains exposed in the distance separated by sword energy.

In his eyes, those cold mountains seemed to have sharp sword energy gushing out, and the sword energy climbed up, as if they were fighting to cross!

The mountain has a spirit, showing sharpness, sharpness is like sword spirit, rushing to the bullfight, filling the sky!
Just to be selected by Anle!

An Le's gaze finally landed on the mountain where the sword energy seemed to disperse the evening clouds.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips.

Raising his hand, he tapped lightly on the green hill at his waist with his fingers.

Qing Shan let out a buzzing sound, then sprang out from his waist, turning into a sword light.

An Le closed the oil-paper umbrella, took a step forward, his figure seemed to merge with the sword light, and flew towards the selected cold mountain in the distance!

The corner of the Sixth Mountain Master's lips twitched, he knew that An Le already had a choice.

After An Le left, in Lin'an Mansion, the geniuses looked at each other, and they burst into anger one after another.

Like gulls and herons all over the river, there is a battle for crossing.

This is the gathering of the top talents of the younger generation in the whole world.

Daozi and the little celestial master smiled, and clouds and mist appeared under their feet, as if they were riding on clouds and fog, chasing peace and happiness.

The three Buddhist temples, Shao Guanyin, Lanke Xingxing and Lianhua Buddha also walked slowly, but the ground seemed to be shrinking continuously under their feet, as if shrinking the ground into an inch.

Ye Wenxi's sword energy surged, smashing through the clouds, and the young girl took advantage of the wind and chased after her.

Tie Lie, Wotai, Biqi and Tuzhen went all out, their energy and blood surged, and the rain was blown away, turning into streamers and rushing out.

At this moment, the gray sky seemed to be much brighter, because of the release of these geniuses, it became brighter.

Everyone is maintaining almost the same speed, because they can't surpass An Le, An Le is the one who chooses the mountain, if they surpass An Le, they don't know where the mountain is.

However, within a limited distance, they compete with each other.

Daozi is fighting against the little heavenly master, the descendants of the three Buddhist temples are fighting for the battle, the Tianjiao on the falcon list is fighting against the descendants of these top forces in the world...

The heavy rain is majestic, and there is no time to wait.

Their battle began now on their way to find the Seventh Mountain.

An Le's mind sensed the situation behind him, but he didn't care, and he didn't bother to care.

The glory broke through the rain curtain like a bead curtain, and An Le was wrapped in the sword energy of the green mountain in front of him, followed by a few geniuses!

Rumble!
Above the sky, behind the clouds, thunder surges!

An Le wrapped in the sword light and fell with a bang, Qingshan trembled slightly, was held by An Le, and pinned to his waist.

The clouds and mist in the mountains gradually dissipated.

An Le looked at the familiar mountain with a smile on his lips.

Yamamoto is nameless, and the drunken pine came to help me, hence the name Fusong.

Fate, amazing.

An Le smiled and opened the oil-paper umbrella again, like a flower blooming at the foot of a mountain.

The white clothes are better than the snow, the green mountains are worn on the waist, and the rice wine is carried in the hand.

Climb the mountain and talk to the master.

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