Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years
Chapter 168 The holy master gifted a mountain and river tripod, and you can enter the Taoist fruit s
Chapter 168 The holy master gifted a mountain and river tripod, and you can enter the Taoist fruit space to illuminate the emperor [ask for a monthly ticket]
The breeze blows slowly, as if the air is a bit frozen.
The burly figure condensed with the power of dragon veins radiated golden light under the morning sun, standing in front of An Le, raised his hand, stopped Tie Lie's body, and shattered the body formed by the blood of Emperor Yuanmeng. blood crane.
Tie Lie's head hit the ground, and his life officially came to an end.
However, even though he was dead, the reason why his eyes were wide open and he refused to close his eyes was because the incense ashes scattered by the First Mountain Master manipulated his corpse, intending to use his corpse as a bomb and as a tribute to Anle. The last test.
To Tie Lie, this was an insult.
He could die in battle, but the corpse was so insulted after death, he would naturally be angry about it.
Even, the blood of Emperor Yuanmeng in his body was pulled out. Such an insult made Tie Lie want to cheat his corpse!
Fortunately, Emperor Yuanmeng had completely refined the dragon veins, and the power of the dragon veins he had mastered became the vehicle for Emperor Yuanmeng's arrival at this moment.
The power of the golden dragon veins converged into the vague appearance of Emperor Yuanmeng, with a burly body, standing in place, like an ancient god on the grassland, surrounded by electric snake-like power.
An Le Meixin Niwan palace was raging with sword energy, slowly absorbed the heart sword into it, and a strange look appeared on his face.
Because, even An Le never thought that it would be Emperor Yuanmeng who appeared to prevent the first mountain lord from his final test.
An Le had met Emperor Yuanmeng, and naturally had a deep impression of the number one in the world.
This is a real powerhouse who is both physically and mentally strong, standing at the pinnacle of the world, an existence that today's Anle still needs to look up to and is unattainable.
On the mountain, it was extremely quiet.
The power of the golden dragon veins seems to be truly revived at this moment, and amidst the turmoil, it is like the dragons in the four seas making deafening roars.
The first mountain master sat on the rock beside the welcoming pine, his eyes were deep, and he let out a slight sigh.
However, soon his face returned to normal.
An Le put away the bamboo sword and Qingshan, he knew that there should be nothing left for him in the future.
The first mountain lord's bet was on the test of his own mountain lord's qualifications. With the power of Emperor Yuanmeng descending with the help of the dragon's veins to block it, he had already passed it in peace.
However, An Le didn't care about whether he became the seventh mountain lord at the moment. He stared at the burly body of Emperor Yuanmeng's dragon veins, and there was a touch of shock in his eyes.
very powerful!
Just relying on the power of the dragon veins to descend, it gave An Le a strong sense of suffocation, as if a random movement could change the sky and change the surrounding environment!
It can be said that at this moment, Emperor Yuanmeng descended with the help of the dragon vein power existing in Tie Lie, possessing a power close to the tenth realm!
This is very scary!
You know, there are only a few people in the ten realms of the world.
And Emperor Yuanmeng was able to reach such a point by descending in a clone.
This is the horror of the power of the dragon veins, and this is the power of Emperor Yuanmeng who has completely refined the eight dragon veins of the Middle Earth!
Emperor Yuanmeng, who was transformed into a dragon vein, had a burly body shining with golden light, and calmly looked at the first mountain lord who was sitting on a rock.
"Take the body of the orphan's descendant as a test...Uncle Yan Tong, are you provoking the orphan? Who gave you the qualification to do this?"
The plain voice came from the burly body, but it contained a domineering majesty, shaking up and down the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, the morning sun was instantly covered by evening clouds, and behind the clouds there was a thunderous explosion, as if shaking and mourning for Tie Lie's death. This kind of vision naturally proved that Tie Lie was extraordinary and unusual.
But no matter how extraordinary, Tie Lie had already died.
The first mountain master sat on the rock, holding the incense burner, his eyes were as deep as a starry sky, and the vast stars were constantly flowing.
"It's just a test. Tie Lie bears the destiny on his body. He is the most suitable person. Only by destroying the variables with the destiny can everything in the world be back on track."
The first mountain master said calmly.
An Le's eyebrows moved slightly, as if at this moment, he had vaguely grasped the reason why the first mountain master wanted to target him.
just because...
He is variable?
"Variables? The strong will not be afraid of variables, because he himself is the variable."
Emperor Yuan Meng smiled disdainfully.
"Your Uncle Yan Tong is the number one divination person in the world. You can calculate everything in the world. Even if it is Bo Yan, or Lu Yishan from Dali Kingdom, they are not as good as you in divination. Therefore, I don't know what you saw. What are you afraid of? As far as Yu Gu is concerned, you are insulting Gu if you use Tie Lie's body as a conspiracy."
"Lonely, not to be humiliated."
Emperor Yuanmeng said coldly, and after the words fell, he took a step, and the distance between him and the first mountain master was shortened a lot.
Uncle Yan Tong, the first mountain owner, stood up slowly from the rock, his face became more and more sad, like an eggplant beaten by frost, he shook his head: "Oh, Emperor Yuanmeng, you are indeed unparalleled in combat power, but, You have underestimated the horror of variables, variables are like a vortex, swallowing everything, even if you step into the eleventh realm, you will perish under the variables."
"The solitary will enter the twelve realms." Emperor Yuan Meng said boldly, and took another step.
"Twelve realms, do you think it's so easy to enter?"
"Even the first emperor ten thousand years ago never entered the twelve realms..." Uncle Yan Tong, the first mountain master, shook his head.
"That doesn't mean you can't be alone!"
Emperor Yuanmeng's domineering words exploded and resounded through the mountain!
His steps are getting faster and faster, and the range is getting bigger and bigger. In the end, he is already on the top of the mountain, like a thunderbolt!
The power of the dragon veins is intertwined, like a roaring dragon rushing!
boom!
The body of Emperor Yuanmeng crashed into the body of the first mountain lord, and the first mountain lord floated out of the rock, like a ball of cotton, allowing Emperor Yuanmeng's dragon vein avatar to impact with majestic force, still swaying.
Above the sky, there were densely intertwined figures of old people. Every figure of the old people sat on the clouds, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in the night sky in their eyes, which was mysterious and unpredictable.
The power of the golden dragon veins is intertwined, and the burly body transformed into the air stands like a rainbow.
"You are worthy of being the number one mountain lord for 700 years. Above the tenth realm, you have gone farther than those old guys. In today's world, you are indeed qualified to let Gu take action."
Emperor Yuan Meng looked around at the old man who was full of phantoms in the sky. Every phantom was a real body, but these real bodies were false, because the real body was only hidden in one of them.
The cultivation base of the first mountain master has always been a mystery, but it can be guessed that he must have stepped into the ten realms, otherwise the first mountain master could not have lived such a long time.
But today, Emperor Deyuanmeng personally verified that the cultivation of the first mountain master was truly displayed in front of the world.
An Le stood on the top of the mountain, and the hurricane roared suddenly, blowing the clothes on his body.
There was neither happiness nor sadness in his eyes.
The first mountain master said that he is a variable, which is indeed true. An Le also knows that he is a variable, because he does not belong to this world. His arrival even brought a light curtain and various Dao fruit.
For a practitioner who seeks the Tao by deducing the secrets of heaven, his existence will indeed make him sleepless and restless.
When An Le was weak, it was nothing.
However, when An Le became stronger, the influence would be extraordinary, and the changes to the entire world would be completely different.
However, all this has nothing to do with An Le.
Since he came to this world, he couldn't give up his life just because he would change the original trajectory of this world, right?
He An Le is not a saint, and what's more, he may not be called a saint if he behaves like this.
Because changing the original trajectory of heaven and earth may not be a bad thing.
An Le never went to watch the battle between Emperor Yuanmeng and the First Mountain Lord in the sky.
He walked slowly before the cliff, raised his hand, and the last gap in the incomplete command of the mountain master was suddenly filled up.
This means that Anle has officially become the owner of the seventh mountain of the holy mountain.
Maybe he is the last owner of the holy mountain.
The Shanzhu Ling shone brightly and floated in front of Anle.
Above the sky, the eyes of countless number one mountain masters all fell on An Le's body, full of complex expressions. Looking at the floating mountain master Ling, he let out a long sigh.
"Old man... seems to have seen the end of the world."
"I saw the collapse of the holy mountain, and the fall of every mountain owner."
The first mountain master murmured.
That was a future he couldn't afford.
He raised his head and looked at the infinitely high sky.
"Teacher, can't you see it?"
"But why don't you stop..."
The old face of the first mountain master was full of doubts and unacceptable. He knew that the holy master would definitely be able to see the terrifying vortex of variables from An Le's body. luck...
It will bring chaos to the world, and the chaos in the world... is the greatest nourishment for the enemies of the Holy Mountain.
"Sounding high-sounding, what you did was only for your own benefit. Ruogu's guess is correct. The way you practice is in line with the way of heaven and earth. The destruction of the previous dynasty should have your shadow. And the emergence of such a variable in An Le makes the heavenly secrets messy, and makes everything follow the original path. The path begins to distort, and your path is blocked."
"That's why you are afraid of variables."
Emperor Yuan Meng said indifferently.
Suddenly.
Emperor Yuanmeng, who was transformed by dragon veins, raised his head and looked towards the sky, with a solemn look in his eyes.
However, in the sky where the sea of clouds is churning, countless starlight suddenly appeared, as if the river of stars is flowing, and the stars are endless!
Like a huge eyeball, overlooking the world from another dimension!
On the top of the mountain, An Le grasped the command of the mountain master of the seventh mountain.
Above the sky, the Saint Master's eyes fell on the world again.
Uncle Yan Tong, the first mountain owner, looked up, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and there was even a hint of joy and expectation in his eyes: "Teacher..."
However, the anticipation and joy in his eyes soon dimmed.
"I congratulate the new Lord of the Holy Mountain."
At this moment, the magnificent voice fell on the world, like a snake and thunder, billowing and proclaiming to the world.
The holy master came to congratulate, and the world shook!
And the number one mountain master suspended in the air, sighed sadly, the holy master's words like this naturally recognized An Le's identity and status.
It is also telling him that he should fulfill the promise he once made.
Among the figures all over the sky, a figure stood up slowly, bowing reverently and respectfully.
That was the real body of the old man, the dragon-veined avatar of Emperor Yuanmeng. His eyes swept over in an instant and fixed on this figure.
However, the old man who stood up opened his hand, and an ancient mountain master's order floated up in his palm, with a deep luster.
"Uncle Yan Tong, the lord of the first mountain, is willing to admit defeat and leave the position of the first mountain lord today."
The old man looked up at the sky and said calmly.
The moment the words fell, everyone's expressions changed slightly.
On Fusong Mountain, the avatars of the mountain lords watched calmly, no one came out to stop them, and they never spoke to persuade them to stay.
At the foot of the mountain, the sixth mountain lord stood up and put his palm on the pine sword box.
For the first mountain owner to leave the position of mountain owner, such a thing is actually not uncommon. There was only one mountain in the holy mountain ten thousand years ago, and that mountain was occupied by a holy master. Later, the holy mountain opened up one mountain after another.
From the first mountain to the seventh mountain today, it has been too long.
The First Mountain is the earliest sacred mountain, the owner of the first mountain has changed from generation to generation.
Therefore, although it is shocking that the first mountain master left today because of a bet, it is not very unusual.
The world was silent, and there was no sound falling from the sky.
The old man Yan Tongshu looked up for a long time.
He didn't get any response from the holy master, and he didn't get any retention. His eyes were filled with extreme disappointment.
"Teacher... this disciple has seen a lot. I saw that the holy mountain will fall apart because of the variable of An Le, and the mountain owners will continue to die..."
Uncle Yan Tong took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice.
He was expressing his position. He thought that if An Le could talk to the holy master, with the ability of the holy master, he would naturally be able to see the variable of An Le clearly.
However, what the holy master thought was different from him.
"That's right."
Uncle Yan Tong's words did not receive a response from the holy master.
However, in the dark, above the endless starry sky, someone spoke softly, and the voice fell back to the world, only Uncle Yan Tong could hear it.
Cracks appeared on the floating, ancient Mountain Lord Token in front of him. With a click, the cracks were densely covered, and finally it seemed to be burned and eliminated by an invisible flame.
Uncle Yan Tong had flying white hair and a white robe, staring blankly at the gradually disappearing sky in his eyes.
The holy master... didn't keep him, and even allowed him to leave.
Uncle Yan Tong didn't know what he was feeling for a while.
regret?pathos?
Hundreds of years of fate with the holy mountain, no match for a young man full of variables?
neither...
Deep down in Uncle Yan Tong's heart, there was even a feeling of... a sense of relief.
He had no entanglement with the holy mountain, just like the many mountain owners who left the holy mountain, he felt a little relaxed inexplicably.
But he knew that this kind of ease and relief was just a kind of psychology of him as a deserter.
In many cases, the person who can see the truth that the world cannot see is the most painful person.
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On the top of the Seventh Mountain, An Le withdrew her eyes. The Saint Master's will to return to the world was not because of the First Mountain Master, and even for the first Mountain Master's departure, the Saint Master only gave his permission lightly.
The purpose of the saint's will to return to the human world is actually the long-awaited gift to An Le.
The Fusong Mountain at the foot seemed to have undergone unusual changes after the will of the saint was swept away. Anle grasped the intact Seventh Mountain Commander, and an ancient "seven" was engraved on the token. Character.
Holding this token, I can feel a unique connection between myself and Seventh Mountain.
The entire Seventh Mountain seems to be transformed into a blessed place of heaven and earth. Practicing in this mountain can greatly increase the peace and happiness, and even increase the perception of practice.
If An Le could sum it up...
For him, the Seventh Mountain is like an increasing fruit of the Dao of Time.
Of course, this effect is not the most important. An Le can feel that through the command of the Seventh Mountain, An Le can feel the majestic aura inside the Seventh Mountain.
When An Le's mind became more and more immersed in it, he could see...it was an ancient three-legged bronze tripod!
The three-legged bronze tripod is covered with copper rust, full of the breath of time.
Towering and majestic, buried in the seventh mountain, it seems that the whole seventh mountain has an unusual atmosphere!
An Le's eyes froze. He once had a conversation with the holy master. The holy master once said that the nine cauldrons that suppress the dragon's veins, the holy master will get seven.
In other words, this ancient three-legged bronze tripod is one of the nine tripods that once suppressed the dragon's veins. It is a real treasure in the world and possesses extremely majestic power!
"Is this the gift the master gave me?"
An Le took a deep breath and couldn't help murmuring.
"No... it should be more than that."
An Le suddenly thought that there are seven holy mountains, which means that each holy mountain has an ancient tripod that once suppressed the dragon's veins.
So what kind of gift is this?
He held the command of the seventh mountain, and with a thought, a force suddenly appeared, like the movement of time and space, Anle appeared directly inside the seventh mountain, in front of the ancient three-legged bronze tripod .
The ancient tripod is extremely huge, with a height of [-] meters and a diameter of tens of meters. The ancient copper rust is engraved with images of insects, birds, beasts, fairies and so on.
Suddenly, countless light spots floated and condensed on the ancient tripod.
Formed a vague figure of a saint.
The phantom of the holy master looked at An Le with a smile, and said softly: "There are seven tripods in the holy mountain, this is one of them. The gift I give you is the qualification to refine the ancient tripod."
"As for how to refine the ancient cauldron, that's up to you."
"Other mountain masters only know that there is an ancient tripod in the mountain. Although they use the power of the ancient tripod to assist in their cultivation, they cannot become the master of the ancient tripod. You are different from them."
The words of Saint Master Phantom undoubtedly confirmed An Le's guess.
Become the master of the ancient tripod that once suppressed the dragon veins in the world?
An Le's heart trembled slightly. There is no doubt that this is a treasure that is not weaker than the Wukui Stone and the Wenqu Stele!
The phantom of the holy master quickly dissipated, and only An Le and the huge ancient tripod remained in the mountainside.
An Le walked slowly, walked up to the ancient tripod, reached out and touched the tripod.
In just a moment, An Le felt a distant breath pervading.
This ancient tripod was not cast by a holy master, but was cast by an emperor in a more distant time. It suppressed the dragon veins of the middle earth, condensed the luck of the world, and brought stability and peace to the world.
It's just that, in the end, it was calculated by the heavenly immortal, and lost the effect of suppressing the power of the dragon vein...
But this ancient tripod suppresses the dragon's veins and condenses luck. Under such smudges, it is no longer a mortal thing.
How to refine this cauldron, the holy master did not explain, but only let Anle figure out a way.
An Le sat cross-legged, and the mountainside was extremely quiet. This place was guarded by the ancient tripod. Even practitioners of the ten realms in the world would not be able to enter this place without the order of the mountain master. It can be said that it is a very safe place.
An Le's palm rested on the bronze feet of the ancient tripod, and the Niwan Palace trembled slightly. On the seven-color glazed heart sword, the mind flowed out involuntarily. Not only that, the innate spiritual energy was also drawn out from the sea of qi in the dantian.
The two streams of energy poured into the ancient cauldron, but it seemed to fill the endless abyss, and there was no sign of completion at all.
In the quiet mountainside, An Le's innate aura and mental strength were quickly exhausted.
An Le, who opened his eyes, couldn't help frowning.
If he used his mind and innate aura to refine it... An Le felt that with his current cultivation level of the six realms of body, mind and spirit, he would not need to think about refining this ancient cauldron at all, which is impossible.
Even, according to this method of filling and refining, unless the cultivation base of Anle has reached the tenth level, it may be possible to refine.
Inside the mountainside, the faint light of the ancient tripod did not appear dark.
An Le was meditating, and he was not in a hurry to go out.
The competition for the owner of the seventh mountain has come to an end, and there is no suspense for An Le to become the owner of the mountain.
Instead, he can slowly refine this ancient treasure in this quiet mountainside.
Suddenly, An Le's heart skipped a beat.
【Emperor】The dao fruit trembled, and in a vague way, there was a faint aura surging in his body.
The ancient tripod, which was peacefully located in the mountainside, also began to vibrate in response.
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An Le disappeared on the top of the Seventh Mountain.
Emperor Yuanmeng's dragon vein avatar noticed it, and Uncle Yan Tong, who had lost his identity as the mountain master, also noticed it.
"He entered the mountainside. It seems that the congratulations given by the holy master to the mountain master are extraordinary."
As the first mountain lord, Uncle Yan Tong naturally knows the ancient tripod inside each holy mountain. It was the culprit that caused the shocking battle between heaven and earth ten thousand years ago, and it was the one who caused the death of the eternal emperor. root cause!
Naturally, he was extremely greedy for the ancient cauldron, but without the permission of the saint master, even with his tenth realm cultivation base and sitting on the ancient cauldron for hundreds of years, he was not qualified to refine it.
Uncle Yan Tong thought, the gift given to An Le by the holy master might be related to the ancient tripod.
The disappearance of An Le at this moment naturally entered the mountainside.
Emperor Yuanmeng's dragon vein avatar didn't care about these things, he didn't care where An Le went, and with his current status, it was impossible to kill An Le, let alone... An Le has now become the owner of the Seventh Mountain .
This identity will make Emperor Yuanmeng fearful. Although he is confident, even though he is the strongest in the world, he will still restrain himself when facing the Saint Master.
but……
"Uncle Yan Tong, you are no longer the owner of the mountain."
The dragon vein avatar of Emperor Yuanmeng stared at the figure above the sea of clouds, and said coldly.
The figure of Uncle Yan Tong sat upright in the void, and the countless figures once again confused his figure, making it impossible to capture his real body.
He naturally knew what Emperor Yuanmeng meant. Without the status of the mountain lord and the support of a holy master, Emperor Yuanmeng would have no scruples in making a move.
The act of humiliating Tie Lie's corpse, Emperor Yuanmeng...will settle accounts.
at the same time.
Northland, Dadu.
The towering city wall suddenly shook.
Inside the palace, the burly figure of Emperor Yuanmeng stood up from the throne condensed with dragon veins, stepped out, stood on the city wall of Dadu, and raised his hand to grab it.
The eight dragon veins intertwined and formed into a big bow made of twisted dragon veins!
This big bow is too huge, it is impossible for ordinary people to hold it, but Emperor Yuanmeng was full of energy and blood, so he actually lifted this big bow.
Raising his hand and grabbing it, it attracted a purple thunder from the sky as an arrow.
When the bow is drawn to the full moon, most of the sky is in the sky in an instant, the sky is dark, and the evening clouds are rolling!
Countless thunderbolts moved uncomfortably within it.
Just one arrow, and it will cause a big change in the sky!
In Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes, thunder jumped, and the light in his eyes seemed to span thousands of miles, and he loosened his fingers.
In an instant, Zilei turned into an arrow, like a purple dragon, roaring out, striding across the land of the world!
In an instant, it came to the sky over the Canglang River!
There is a great evil in the Canglang River, even those who are strong in the Nine Realms dare not leap easily.
However, this purple thunder arrow leaped forward, although it caused thousands of waves in the river.
However, the accident did not stop the arrow.
On the battlefield of the Canglang River, Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji, and Di Zang, three peerless warriors, rose to the sky like three brilliant suns, with shock in their eyes.
"What a powerful arrow..."
"This is the full-strength arrow of the strongest man in the world!"
The three peerless warriors immediately felt tremendous pressure.
Li Youan was surrounded by starlight, suspended in the sky, looking at Fusong Mountain and this arrow that ignored the rules of the great evil of the Canglang River, his eyes were solemn.
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked into the distance, where... an official in a big red robe came from the sky.
The official was none other than Qin Lishi who was ordered by the emperor of the Zhao family.
The light in Li Youan's eyes suddenly cooled down.
Officials with the status of Qin Lishi appeared here in person. It seems that... the edict passed by the emperor of the Zhao family this time will cause major troubles.
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The purple thunder arrow shot by Emperor Yuanmeng from Dadu is so powerful that it is like an arrow showing power to the world.
In Xiliang Kingdom, on the throne made of countless white bones, a half-white-haired half-black figure sat on it, squinting, staring at the purple thunder arrow passing across the sky, his eyes flashed A touch of shock.
"With this arrow, Emperor Yuanmeng is showing his strength!"
"The eight dragon veins have all been successfully refined, and the Yuanmeng iron cavalry...will begin to trample the world."
The panic quickly turned into madness, he stood up, white hair and black hair kept flying.
"Not enough, today's Xiliang... can't make my strength go any further. I need to cross the river! I need Dazhao, Dazhao is rich and rich, and the richness supports countless people...It will definitely make my cultivation more diligent! "
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Dali Kingdom, on the Star Reaching Platform.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Yishan, the national teacher, looked at the purple thunder arrows passing across the sky.
Just one arrow is enough to make all the strong in the world feel ashamed.
This is the power of the peak of the Ten Realms, the muscle that Emperor Yuanmeng showed to the world for the first time after fusing the eight dragon veins, like a banner waved by the commander to let the army charge forward.
The national teacher Lu Yishan lowered his eyes, and there was a little bit of hesitation in his eyes.
Today's Dali Kingdom... can it stop it?
Suddenly, on the star-picking platform, an eunuch came along with lowered eyebrows, looked at the national teacher who was observing the celestial phenomena, and bowed respectfully.
"National teacher, Your Majesty, please go."
said the eunuch.
The national teacher with the appearance of a middle-aged scribe was sitting in a wheelchair. Hearing what the eunuch said, he turned around slowly, without any fluctuation in his eyes: "Say it again."
The eunuch felt tremendous pressure inexplicably, and there was even a terrifying scene of countless stars falling from the night sky before his eyes.
The eunuch hurriedly knelt down on the ground, kept kowtowing and said: "It's the servant's fault. The servant gave the wrong meaning. Your Majesty asked the national teacher to go there instead of just walking."
The eunuch wanted to smack his mouth, and told the national teacher in the wheelchair to let him go for a while... This is too long.
The national teacher Lu Yishan did not make things difficult for the eunuch, leaned on the wheelchair, lowered his eyes, and said calmly: "You tell your majesty that I am ill and cannot go to pay my respects."
The national teacher Lu Yishan turned around, continued to look into the distance, and waved his hand lightly.
How could the eunuch dare to say more, and he retreated respectfully.
"A few days ago, I was willing to come to the Star Picking Platform to put on a show, but now I don't even show it... Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you think the current situation is too simple."
"However, is this the meaning of the new emperor, or the meaning of the Supreme Elder of the Zhaixing Sect?"
Lu Yishan sighed lightly.
One emperor and one courtier.
Today's Dali Kingdom gradually began to be unable to tolerate him.
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The sea of clouds was torn apart in an instant, pulling out hollow ravines, like a purple angry dragon winding its way through the sky, approaching in an instant.
Above Fusong Mountain, there is a vast sea of clouds.
Uncle Yan Tong's many clones also naturally saw the arrow.
A dignified look suddenly appeared on his face. This was an arrow shot by Emperor Yuan Meng to vent his anger, but it was also an arrow used to show his strength to the whole world by shooting him.
Even, it is an arrow to declare war on Dazhao, Xiliang and Dali!
The general trend of the world... slightly deviated from his expectations.
He had naturally seen this scene, but he did not expect that he himself would become the target of Emperor Yuanmeng's sacrificial arrows.
The variable of An Le... really has a big impact!
However, Uncle Yan Tong is a genuine ten-level cultivation base. He is unwilling to fight to the death with Emperor Yuanmeng. As the most divining existence in the world, fighting and killing is not his style.
Countless avatars descended gracefully towards the foot of the mountain.
As long as he falls under the mountain, he can hide in the world and is difficult to find.
However, just when he was about to fall into the pile of geniuses at the foot of the mountain.
The avatar of Emperor Yuanmeng, transformed by the power of the dragon veins, flew down like a meteor and hit the foot of the mountain, and the golden dragon veins body suddenly punched the sky.
The dense shadows of fists hang upside down to the sky!
Uncle Yan Tong's descending avatars were hit by fist shadows one after another, and were hindered from falling!
at the same time.
An arrow that plucked the purple thunder from the sky has arrived.
That terrifying and depressing power made everyone feel their breath was stagnant, and only purple was left in their eyes!
Bang bang bang!
All of Uncle Yan Tong's clones were blown to pieces under the influence of the arrow.
There is a blocking idea in the arrow, and even forms a kind of Tao power!
This power made Uncle Yan Tong's real body unavoidable!
Uncle Yan Tong's eyes narrowed, he raised his hand, and the incense burner in his palm suddenly rose against the wind, as if it had turned into a three-legged tripod!
This is the incense burner imitated by Uncle Yan Tong after observing the ancient tripod in the belly of the first mountain.
Although it is not genuine, it contains the meaning of a three-legged tripod!
It can also be regarded as a top magic weapon!
Using the censer to block the arrows, this censer that accompanied Uncle Yan Tong for a long time, only withstood two breaths, and was directly destroyed by Zi Lei's arrow.
Zi Lei's arrow pierced through the incense burner and pierced through, but Uncle Yan Tong's body seemed to turn into a distorted point, and was swallowed straight into it, completely disappearing without a trace.
Only a corner of the robe was left, which was annihilated by the purple thunder arrow!
Uncle Yan Tong disappeared.
At the foot of the mountain, the body of Emperor Yuanmeng's dragon veins also began to disappear, turning into pure power of dragon veins, which merged into the bodies of Boqi, Tuzhen and Ge Xiao'e.
A battle like a glimpse of a glimpse ended like this.
It ended with the escape of the former number one mountain lord.
Zhao Huangting was gray-haired, watching the battle, drinking fine wine, his face was a bit sad.
"This Emperor Yuanmeng... When I set off to fight him in Nirvana, I'm afraid I didn't use [-]% of my strength."
At that time, Emperor Yuanmeng hadn't refined the dragon veins yet, and was still restricted by the dragon veins, otherwise, Zhao Huangting would not have been able to leave a sword mark on Emperor Yuanmeng's body.
The sixth mountain lord stood up, carried the pine sword box on his back, and glanced at Zhao Huangting with his cold face: "You are already very good, at least, compared to Uncle Yan Tong's posture of fleeing without fighting, you That battle was very refreshing."
When Zhao Huangting heard this, he felt relieved and burst out laughing.
The laughter gradually subsided, and he looked at Fusong Mountain, which seemed to have undergone transformation, with a strange look in his eyes: "I really never thought that An Le, this kid, could become the owner of the Seventh Mountain..."
"Back then, that kid struggled to climb your Sixth Mountain. On the stone path of the mountain steps, he practiced the five birds forging body. It seems like yesterday."
"Actually, it didn't take long." The Sixth Mountain Lord said, "This is Tianjiao, and once he sings, he will shock the world."
Zhao Huangting nodded with a smile, expressing his agreement, such an arrogance is rare in ten thousand years.
"The first mountain master...well, what happened to the former first mountain master?" Zhao Huangting asked.
Naturally, he also knew a little about what happened on Fusong Mountain.
The Master of the Sixth Mountain had an indifferent face: "There is nothing wrong with it. I don't agree with my ideas. I will withdraw from the Holy Mountain."
"Simply put, just be a deserter."
deserter?
When Zhao Huangting heard this, he couldn't help being silent: "Uncle Yan Tong said that An Le is a variable, joining the Holy Mountain will cause the Holy Mountain to collapse, and all the owners of the mountain will perish...Aren't you afraid?"
The Lord of the Sixth Mountain gave Zhao Huangting a sideways look: "It's just Uncle Yan Tong's excuse to be a deserter. The teacher said that the opponents of the Holy Mountain... once they seize the opportunity, they will destroy the Holy Mountain to death. Therefore, whether there is peace or not , the holy mountain collapses, and the owner of the mountain dies all may happen."
This is considered to be the secret of the holy mountain, the sixth mountain owner would not have said it, but he did not choose to hide it from Zhao Huangting, who was running out of time.
"So, Uncle Yan Tong is just like those former mountain masters who became deserters. The teacher never restricts deserters. They flee if they want to. Uncle Yan Tong is just one of many deserters."
"The holy mountain of iron, the owner of the mountain of flowing water."
"Nothing surprising."
The sixth mountain lord said lightly.
"Among the powerful rivers and lakes in the world today, there are still former mountain masters surviving in the world. Lianhua Temple, Zhenwu Temple, Zhaixing Sect... all have former mountain masters, and there are even some whose identities I don't know."
"Part of the reason why the holy mountain is detached is this."
"Uncle Yan Tong left the holy mountain. With the permission of the holy master, we will naturally not try to keep him. Emotionally speaking, I am more inclined to Lao Qi."
The sixth mountain lord said: "Uncle Yan Tong practiced the way of divination and calculation. Clearing the variables can make the way clearer, and it is also conducive to the improvement of his cultivation. If he has the chance to attain enlightenment, he has long wanted to leave the holy mountain, so...he who has left the holy mountain, if he dares to make a move against Lao Qi, my sword...will show no mercy."
"I am no match for one, and there are the second, third, fourth, and fifth mountain masters. If the mountain masters, you and I are all in the same sect. If the mountain masters are not bullying the mountain masters, we are enemies."
The sixth mountain lord's words gave Zhao Huangting a reassurance.
Zhao Huangting turned his head to look at Seventh Mountain, and smiled lightly.
This time, he was flying higher and higher.
……
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Within the belly of the Seventh Mountain.
An Le felt the trembling of the ancient tripod. The [Emperor] Dao Fruit in his body surged out energy, as if... it was the root cause of the trembling of the three-legged bronze ancient tripod!
His eyes lit up slightly, and An Le, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, couldn't help but feel agitated.
【Emperor】The Dao fruit is formed by a wisp of purple-gold time energy that he extracted from the waking will of the eternal emperor, which is naturally extraordinary.
The transformation of the Emperor's Dao Fruit even requires Anle to rule the world and regain the mountains and rivers in the north.
The difficulty of this matter is naturally extremely high. Today's An Le has no foundation, and it is nonsense to want to rule the world.
However, the key now is not this point, but that An Le may use the [Emperor] Dao Fruit to refine this ancient cauldron, because it is not easy to make this ancient cauldron respond.
Sitting cross-legged, An Le began to visualize the sword qi map of Qingshan, and his mind began to recover rapidly.
In the dantian, the green mountain and five birds vision also helped him quickly recover the consumed innate aura.
After a while, the state of Anle returned to perfection, and this recovery speed was far faster than that of ordinary practitioners. The incomplete ancient scriptures seen on the green hills played a huge role in this.
After recovering, An Le did not tirelessly pour her mind and innate aura into the ancient cauldron as before.
Instead, he began to try to induce the [Emperor] Dao Fruit, and his mind sank into the Dao Fruit space.
Dao Fruits shine like stars.
Emperor, Eternal Wizard, Sword Body, Fearless, Heroic Spirit, Musical Five Kills, Blood Avalokitesvara, War Puppet!
A total of eight Dao Fruits are suspended, and more Dao Fruits will appear in the future.
These Dao fruits have given An Le great help on the road of practice.
And [Emperor] Dao Fruit, among many Dao Fruits, is like a brilliant sun.
This is the first time that Anle has entered the Dao Fruit Dimension. In fact, he also caught traces when he refined the Heart Sword before. Now, with the practice of refining God and stepping into the six realms, it is easier to enter the Dao Fruit Dimension than before. .
And in the Dao Fruit space, there is a lingering air of time floating and sinking.
There is the thinnest wisp of golden age energy absorbed from the holy master, as well as the golden age energy absorbed from Tie Lie, and six gray wisps of age energy.
An Le's ability to control the energy of time and age is actually mobilized from the Dao Fruit space.
"Then can I try... to manifest the Dao fruit in reality?"
An Le's eyes flickered.
The Niwan Palace opened and closed, the sword energy raged, and above the Liuli Xinjian, the Yuanshen opened his eyes, and the ten thousand-zhang glow suddenly lifted the Yuanshen, and the Yuanshen jumped out of the mind and spirit space.
Entered the Dao Fruit space!
The primordial spirit floated up, and flew towards the [Emperor] Daoguo.
However, the 【Emperor】Dao fruit is like a scorching sun with scorching rays, and An Le feels that his primordial spirit is almost burned into nothingness.
He drew the Qi of Time to help, and the Qi of Time wrapped around his body, gradually softening the power of the [Emperor] Dao Fruit.
In the end, Anle's primordial spirit reached the [Emperor] Daoguo.
It's like holding up a big sun!
Within the belly of the Seventh Mountain.
The trembling frequency of the three-legged ancient tripod was getting higher and higher, and the spreading power seemed to make the entire Seventh Mountain start to vibrate violently!
An Le, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the ancient tripod, suddenly opened his eyes.
Above the head, the primordial spirit came out of the body, holding up a blazing sun!
In an instant, the bright light made the entire mountainside extremely bright, filled with endless incandescence!
Like a fire that illuminates the endless darkness!
The trembling of the three-legged bronze ancient tripod stopped abruptly, and a burst of suction began to continuously absorb the bright light, like a stubborn grass bathed in the sun!
After the peace of mind was exhausted, Yuanshen retreated to Niwan Palace, and Emperor Daoguo returned to Daoguo space.
An Le only felt that the inside of the mountain had returned to darkness.
But Anle smiled, looked at the huge ancient bronze tripod with a height of [-] meters, raised her hand, and tapped lightly.
It was like the sound of an ancient bell being struck reverberated in the cauldron.
The huge ancient bronze tripod slowly began to shrink, shrunk... Finally, An Le grabbed it with one hand and gently lifted it up.
In the belly of the mountain, a boy dressed in white is better than snow.
Raise the tripod with one hand.
It's like lifting up mountains and rivers!
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The breeze blows slowly, as if the air is a bit frozen.
The burly figure condensed with the power of dragon veins radiated golden light under the morning sun, standing in front of An Le, raised his hand, stopped Tie Lie's body, and shattered the body formed by the blood of Emperor Yuanmeng. blood crane.
Tie Lie's head hit the ground, and his life officially came to an end.
However, even though he was dead, the reason why his eyes were wide open and he refused to close his eyes was because the incense ashes scattered by the First Mountain Master manipulated his corpse, intending to use his corpse as a bomb and as a tribute to Anle. The last test.
To Tie Lie, this was an insult.
He could die in battle, but the corpse was so insulted after death, he would naturally be angry about it.
Even, the blood of Emperor Yuanmeng in his body was pulled out. Such an insult made Tie Lie want to cheat his corpse!
Fortunately, Emperor Yuanmeng had completely refined the dragon veins, and the power of the dragon veins he had mastered became the vehicle for Emperor Yuanmeng's arrival at this moment.
The power of the golden dragon veins converged into the vague appearance of Emperor Yuanmeng, with a burly body, standing in place, like an ancient god on the grassland, surrounded by electric snake-like power.
An Le Meixin Niwan palace was raging with sword energy, slowly absorbed the heart sword into it, and a strange look appeared on his face.
Because, even An Le never thought that it would be Emperor Yuanmeng who appeared to prevent the first mountain lord from his final test.
An Le had met Emperor Yuanmeng, and naturally had a deep impression of the number one in the world.
This is a real powerhouse who is both physically and mentally strong, standing at the pinnacle of the world, an existence that today's Anle still needs to look up to and is unattainable.
On the mountain, it was extremely quiet.
The power of the golden dragon veins seems to be truly revived at this moment, and amidst the turmoil, it is like the dragons in the four seas making deafening roars.
The first mountain master sat on the rock beside the welcoming pine, his eyes were deep, and he let out a slight sigh.
However, soon his face returned to normal.
An Le put away the bamboo sword and Qingshan, he knew that there should be nothing left for him in the future.
The first mountain lord's bet was on the test of his own mountain lord's qualifications. With the power of Emperor Yuanmeng descending with the help of the dragon's veins to block it, he had already passed it in peace.
However, An Le didn't care about whether he became the seventh mountain lord at the moment. He stared at the burly body of Emperor Yuanmeng's dragon veins, and there was a touch of shock in his eyes.
very powerful!
Just relying on the power of the dragon veins to descend, it gave An Le a strong sense of suffocation, as if a random movement could change the sky and change the surrounding environment!
It can be said that at this moment, Emperor Yuanmeng descended with the help of the dragon vein power existing in Tie Lie, possessing a power close to the tenth realm!
This is very scary!
You know, there are only a few people in the ten realms of the world.
And Emperor Yuanmeng was able to reach such a point by descending in a clone.
This is the horror of the power of the dragon veins, and this is the power of Emperor Yuanmeng who has completely refined the eight dragon veins of the Middle Earth!
Emperor Yuanmeng, who was transformed into a dragon vein, had a burly body shining with golden light, and calmly looked at the first mountain lord who was sitting on a rock.
"Take the body of the orphan's descendant as a test...Uncle Yan Tong, are you provoking the orphan? Who gave you the qualification to do this?"
The plain voice came from the burly body, but it contained a domineering majesty, shaking up and down the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, the morning sun was instantly covered by evening clouds, and behind the clouds there was a thunderous explosion, as if shaking and mourning for Tie Lie's death. This kind of vision naturally proved that Tie Lie was extraordinary and unusual.
But no matter how extraordinary, Tie Lie had already died.
The first mountain master sat on the rock, holding the incense burner, his eyes were as deep as a starry sky, and the vast stars were constantly flowing.
"It's just a test. Tie Lie bears the destiny on his body. He is the most suitable person. Only by destroying the variables with the destiny can everything in the world be back on track."
The first mountain master said calmly.
An Le's eyebrows moved slightly, as if at this moment, he had vaguely grasped the reason why the first mountain master wanted to target him.
just because...
He is variable?
"Variables? The strong will not be afraid of variables, because he himself is the variable."
Emperor Yuan Meng smiled disdainfully.
"Your Uncle Yan Tong is the number one divination person in the world. You can calculate everything in the world. Even if it is Bo Yan, or Lu Yishan from Dali Kingdom, they are not as good as you in divination. Therefore, I don't know what you saw. What are you afraid of? As far as Yu Gu is concerned, you are insulting Gu if you use Tie Lie's body as a conspiracy."
"Lonely, not to be humiliated."
Emperor Yuanmeng said coldly, and after the words fell, he took a step, and the distance between him and the first mountain master was shortened a lot.
Uncle Yan Tong, the first mountain owner, stood up slowly from the rock, his face became more and more sad, like an eggplant beaten by frost, he shook his head: "Oh, Emperor Yuanmeng, you are indeed unparalleled in combat power, but, You have underestimated the horror of variables, variables are like a vortex, swallowing everything, even if you step into the eleventh realm, you will perish under the variables."
"The solitary will enter the twelve realms." Emperor Yuan Meng said boldly, and took another step.
"Twelve realms, do you think it's so easy to enter?"
"Even the first emperor ten thousand years ago never entered the twelve realms..." Uncle Yan Tong, the first mountain master, shook his head.
"That doesn't mean you can't be alone!"
Emperor Yuanmeng's domineering words exploded and resounded through the mountain!
His steps are getting faster and faster, and the range is getting bigger and bigger. In the end, he is already on the top of the mountain, like a thunderbolt!
The power of the dragon veins is intertwined, like a roaring dragon rushing!
boom!
The body of Emperor Yuanmeng crashed into the body of the first mountain lord, and the first mountain lord floated out of the rock, like a ball of cotton, allowing Emperor Yuanmeng's dragon vein avatar to impact with majestic force, still swaying.
Above the sky, there were densely intertwined figures of old people. Every figure of the old people sat on the clouds, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in the night sky in their eyes, which was mysterious and unpredictable.
The power of the golden dragon veins is intertwined, and the burly body transformed into the air stands like a rainbow.
"You are worthy of being the number one mountain lord for 700 years. Above the tenth realm, you have gone farther than those old guys. In today's world, you are indeed qualified to let Gu take action."
Emperor Yuan Meng looked around at the old man who was full of phantoms in the sky. Every phantom was a real body, but these real bodies were false, because the real body was only hidden in one of them.
The cultivation base of the first mountain master has always been a mystery, but it can be guessed that he must have stepped into the ten realms, otherwise the first mountain master could not have lived such a long time.
But today, Emperor Deyuanmeng personally verified that the cultivation of the first mountain master was truly displayed in front of the world.
An Le stood on the top of the mountain, and the hurricane roared suddenly, blowing the clothes on his body.
There was neither happiness nor sadness in his eyes.
The first mountain master said that he is a variable, which is indeed true. An Le also knows that he is a variable, because he does not belong to this world. His arrival even brought a light curtain and various Dao fruit.
For a practitioner who seeks the Tao by deducing the secrets of heaven, his existence will indeed make him sleepless and restless.
When An Le was weak, it was nothing.
However, when An Le became stronger, the influence would be extraordinary, and the changes to the entire world would be completely different.
However, all this has nothing to do with An Le.
Since he came to this world, he couldn't give up his life just because he would change the original trajectory of this world, right?
He An Le is not a saint, and what's more, he may not be called a saint if he behaves like this.
Because changing the original trajectory of heaven and earth may not be a bad thing.
An Le never went to watch the battle between Emperor Yuanmeng and the First Mountain Lord in the sky.
He walked slowly before the cliff, raised his hand, and the last gap in the incomplete command of the mountain master was suddenly filled up.
This means that Anle has officially become the owner of the seventh mountain of the holy mountain.
Maybe he is the last owner of the holy mountain.
The Shanzhu Ling shone brightly and floated in front of Anle.
Above the sky, the eyes of countless number one mountain masters all fell on An Le's body, full of complex expressions. Looking at the floating mountain master Ling, he let out a long sigh.
"Old man... seems to have seen the end of the world."
"I saw the collapse of the holy mountain, and the fall of every mountain owner."
The first mountain master murmured.
That was a future he couldn't afford.
He raised his head and looked at the infinitely high sky.
"Teacher, can't you see it?"
"But why don't you stop..."
The old face of the first mountain master was full of doubts and unacceptable. He knew that the holy master would definitely be able to see the terrifying vortex of variables from An Le's body. luck...
It will bring chaos to the world, and the chaos in the world... is the greatest nourishment for the enemies of the Holy Mountain.
"Sounding high-sounding, what you did was only for your own benefit. Ruogu's guess is correct. The way you practice is in line with the way of heaven and earth. The destruction of the previous dynasty should have your shadow. And the emergence of such a variable in An Le makes the heavenly secrets messy, and makes everything follow the original path. The path begins to distort, and your path is blocked."
"That's why you are afraid of variables."
Emperor Yuan Meng said indifferently.
Suddenly.
Emperor Yuanmeng, who was transformed by dragon veins, raised his head and looked towards the sky, with a solemn look in his eyes.
However, in the sky where the sea of clouds is churning, countless starlight suddenly appeared, as if the river of stars is flowing, and the stars are endless!
Like a huge eyeball, overlooking the world from another dimension!
On the top of the mountain, An Le grasped the command of the mountain master of the seventh mountain.
Above the sky, the Saint Master's eyes fell on the world again.
Uncle Yan Tong, the first mountain owner, looked up, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and there was even a hint of joy and expectation in his eyes: "Teacher..."
However, the anticipation and joy in his eyes soon dimmed.
"I congratulate the new Lord of the Holy Mountain."
At this moment, the magnificent voice fell on the world, like a snake and thunder, billowing and proclaiming to the world.
The holy master came to congratulate, and the world shook!
And the number one mountain master suspended in the air, sighed sadly, the holy master's words like this naturally recognized An Le's identity and status.
It is also telling him that he should fulfill the promise he once made.
Among the figures all over the sky, a figure stood up slowly, bowing reverently and respectfully.
That was the real body of the old man, the dragon-veined avatar of Emperor Yuanmeng. His eyes swept over in an instant and fixed on this figure.
However, the old man who stood up opened his hand, and an ancient mountain master's order floated up in his palm, with a deep luster.
"Uncle Yan Tong, the lord of the first mountain, is willing to admit defeat and leave the position of the first mountain lord today."
The old man looked up at the sky and said calmly.
The moment the words fell, everyone's expressions changed slightly.
On Fusong Mountain, the avatars of the mountain lords watched calmly, no one came out to stop them, and they never spoke to persuade them to stay.
At the foot of the mountain, the sixth mountain lord stood up and put his palm on the pine sword box.
For the first mountain owner to leave the position of mountain owner, such a thing is actually not uncommon. There was only one mountain in the holy mountain ten thousand years ago, and that mountain was occupied by a holy master. Later, the holy mountain opened up one mountain after another.
From the first mountain to the seventh mountain today, it has been too long.
The First Mountain is the earliest sacred mountain, the owner of the first mountain has changed from generation to generation.
Therefore, although it is shocking that the first mountain master left today because of a bet, it is not very unusual.
The world was silent, and there was no sound falling from the sky.
The old man Yan Tongshu looked up for a long time.
He didn't get any response from the holy master, and he didn't get any retention. His eyes were filled with extreme disappointment.
"Teacher... this disciple has seen a lot. I saw that the holy mountain will fall apart because of the variable of An Le, and the mountain owners will continue to die..."
Uncle Yan Tong took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice.
He was expressing his position. He thought that if An Le could talk to the holy master, with the ability of the holy master, he would naturally be able to see the variable of An Le clearly.
However, what the holy master thought was different from him.
"That's right."
Uncle Yan Tong's words did not receive a response from the holy master.
However, in the dark, above the endless starry sky, someone spoke softly, and the voice fell back to the world, only Uncle Yan Tong could hear it.
Cracks appeared on the floating, ancient Mountain Lord Token in front of him. With a click, the cracks were densely covered, and finally it seemed to be burned and eliminated by an invisible flame.
Uncle Yan Tong had flying white hair and a white robe, staring blankly at the gradually disappearing sky in his eyes.
The holy master... didn't keep him, and even allowed him to leave.
Uncle Yan Tong didn't know what he was feeling for a while.
regret?pathos?
Hundreds of years of fate with the holy mountain, no match for a young man full of variables?
neither...
Deep down in Uncle Yan Tong's heart, there was even a feeling of... a sense of relief.
He had no entanglement with the holy mountain, just like the many mountain owners who left the holy mountain, he felt a little relaxed inexplicably.
But he knew that this kind of ease and relief was just a kind of psychology of him as a deserter.
In many cases, the person who can see the truth that the world cannot see is the most painful person.
……
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On the top of the Seventh Mountain, An Le withdrew her eyes. The Saint Master's will to return to the world was not because of the First Mountain Master, and even for the first Mountain Master's departure, the Saint Master only gave his permission lightly.
The purpose of the saint's will to return to the human world is actually the long-awaited gift to An Le.
The Fusong Mountain at the foot seemed to have undergone unusual changes after the will of the saint was swept away. Anle grasped the intact Seventh Mountain Commander, and an ancient "seven" was engraved on the token. Character.
Holding this token, I can feel a unique connection between myself and Seventh Mountain.
The entire Seventh Mountain seems to be transformed into a blessed place of heaven and earth. Practicing in this mountain can greatly increase the peace and happiness, and even increase the perception of practice.
If An Le could sum it up...
For him, the Seventh Mountain is like an increasing fruit of the Dao of Time.
Of course, this effect is not the most important. An Le can feel that through the command of the Seventh Mountain, An Le can feel the majestic aura inside the Seventh Mountain.
When An Le's mind became more and more immersed in it, he could see...it was an ancient three-legged bronze tripod!
The three-legged bronze tripod is covered with copper rust, full of the breath of time.
Towering and majestic, buried in the seventh mountain, it seems that the whole seventh mountain has an unusual atmosphere!
An Le's eyes froze. He once had a conversation with the holy master. The holy master once said that the nine cauldrons that suppress the dragon's veins, the holy master will get seven.
In other words, this ancient three-legged bronze tripod is one of the nine tripods that once suppressed the dragon's veins. It is a real treasure in the world and possesses extremely majestic power!
"Is this the gift the master gave me?"
An Le took a deep breath and couldn't help murmuring.
"No... it should be more than that."
An Le suddenly thought that there are seven holy mountains, which means that each holy mountain has an ancient tripod that once suppressed the dragon's veins.
So what kind of gift is this?
He held the command of the seventh mountain, and with a thought, a force suddenly appeared, like the movement of time and space, Anle appeared directly inside the seventh mountain, in front of the ancient three-legged bronze tripod .
The ancient tripod is extremely huge, with a height of [-] meters and a diameter of tens of meters. The ancient copper rust is engraved with images of insects, birds, beasts, fairies and so on.
Suddenly, countless light spots floated and condensed on the ancient tripod.
Formed a vague figure of a saint.
The phantom of the holy master looked at An Le with a smile, and said softly: "There are seven tripods in the holy mountain, this is one of them. The gift I give you is the qualification to refine the ancient tripod."
"As for how to refine the ancient cauldron, that's up to you."
"Other mountain masters only know that there is an ancient tripod in the mountain. Although they use the power of the ancient tripod to assist in their cultivation, they cannot become the master of the ancient tripod. You are different from them."
The words of Saint Master Phantom undoubtedly confirmed An Le's guess.
Become the master of the ancient tripod that once suppressed the dragon veins in the world?
An Le's heart trembled slightly. There is no doubt that this is a treasure that is not weaker than the Wukui Stone and the Wenqu Stele!
The phantom of the holy master quickly dissipated, and only An Le and the huge ancient tripod remained in the mountainside.
An Le walked slowly, walked up to the ancient tripod, reached out and touched the tripod.
In just a moment, An Le felt a distant breath pervading.
This ancient tripod was not cast by a holy master, but was cast by an emperor in a more distant time. It suppressed the dragon veins of the middle earth, condensed the luck of the world, and brought stability and peace to the world.
It's just that, in the end, it was calculated by the heavenly immortal, and lost the effect of suppressing the power of the dragon vein...
But this ancient tripod suppresses the dragon's veins and condenses luck. Under such smudges, it is no longer a mortal thing.
How to refine this cauldron, the holy master did not explain, but only let Anle figure out a way.
An Le sat cross-legged, and the mountainside was extremely quiet. This place was guarded by the ancient tripod. Even practitioners of the ten realms in the world would not be able to enter this place without the order of the mountain master. It can be said that it is a very safe place.
An Le's palm rested on the bronze feet of the ancient tripod, and the Niwan Palace trembled slightly. On the seven-color glazed heart sword, the mind flowed out involuntarily. Not only that, the innate spiritual energy was also drawn out from the sea of qi in the dantian.
The two streams of energy poured into the ancient cauldron, but it seemed to fill the endless abyss, and there was no sign of completion at all.
In the quiet mountainside, An Le's innate aura and mental strength were quickly exhausted.
An Le, who opened his eyes, couldn't help frowning.
If he used his mind and innate aura to refine it... An Le felt that with his current cultivation level of the six realms of body, mind and spirit, he would not need to think about refining this ancient cauldron at all, which is impossible.
Even, according to this method of filling and refining, unless the cultivation base of Anle has reached the tenth level, it may be possible to refine.
Inside the mountainside, the faint light of the ancient tripod did not appear dark.
An Le was meditating, and he was not in a hurry to go out.
The competition for the owner of the seventh mountain has come to an end, and there is no suspense for An Le to become the owner of the mountain.
Instead, he can slowly refine this ancient treasure in this quiet mountainside.
Suddenly, An Le's heart skipped a beat.
【Emperor】The dao fruit trembled, and in a vague way, there was a faint aura surging in his body.
The ancient tripod, which was peacefully located in the mountainside, also began to vibrate in response.
……
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An Le disappeared on the top of the Seventh Mountain.
Emperor Yuanmeng's dragon vein avatar noticed it, and Uncle Yan Tong, who had lost his identity as the mountain master, also noticed it.
"He entered the mountainside. It seems that the congratulations given by the holy master to the mountain master are extraordinary."
As the first mountain lord, Uncle Yan Tong naturally knows the ancient tripod inside each holy mountain. It was the culprit that caused the shocking battle between heaven and earth ten thousand years ago, and it was the one who caused the death of the eternal emperor. root cause!
Naturally, he was extremely greedy for the ancient cauldron, but without the permission of the saint master, even with his tenth realm cultivation base and sitting on the ancient cauldron for hundreds of years, he was not qualified to refine it.
Uncle Yan Tong thought, the gift given to An Le by the holy master might be related to the ancient tripod.
The disappearance of An Le at this moment naturally entered the mountainside.
Emperor Yuanmeng's dragon vein avatar didn't care about these things, he didn't care where An Le went, and with his current status, it was impossible to kill An Le, let alone... An Le has now become the owner of the Seventh Mountain .
This identity will make Emperor Yuanmeng fearful. Although he is confident, even though he is the strongest in the world, he will still restrain himself when facing the Saint Master.
but……
"Uncle Yan Tong, you are no longer the owner of the mountain."
The dragon vein avatar of Emperor Yuanmeng stared at the figure above the sea of clouds, and said coldly.
The figure of Uncle Yan Tong sat upright in the void, and the countless figures once again confused his figure, making it impossible to capture his real body.
He naturally knew what Emperor Yuanmeng meant. Without the status of the mountain lord and the support of a holy master, Emperor Yuanmeng would have no scruples in making a move.
The act of humiliating Tie Lie's corpse, Emperor Yuanmeng...will settle accounts.
at the same time.
Northland, Dadu.
The towering city wall suddenly shook.
Inside the palace, the burly figure of Emperor Yuanmeng stood up from the throne condensed with dragon veins, stepped out, stood on the city wall of Dadu, and raised his hand to grab it.
The eight dragon veins intertwined and formed into a big bow made of twisted dragon veins!
This big bow is too huge, it is impossible for ordinary people to hold it, but Emperor Yuanmeng was full of energy and blood, so he actually lifted this big bow.
Raising his hand and grabbing it, it attracted a purple thunder from the sky as an arrow.
When the bow is drawn to the full moon, most of the sky is in the sky in an instant, the sky is dark, and the evening clouds are rolling!
Countless thunderbolts moved uncomfortably within it.
Just one arrow, and it will cause a big change in the sky!
In Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes, thunder jumped, and the light in his eyes seemed to span thousands of miles, and he loosened his fingers.
In an instant, Zilei turned into an arrow, like a purple dragon, roaring out, striding across the land of the world!
In an instant, it came to the sky over the Canglang River!
There is a great evil in the Canglang River, even those who are strong in the Nine Realms dare not leap easily.
However, this purple thunder arrow leaped forward, although it caused thousands of waves in the river.
However, the accident did not stop the arrow.
On the battlefield of the Canglang River, Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji, and Di Zang, three peerless warriors, rose to the sky like three brilliant suns, with shock in their eyes.
"What a powerful arrow..."
"This is the full-strength arrow of the strongest man in the world!"
The three peerless warriors immediately felt tremendous pressure.
Li Youan was surrounded by starlight, suspended in the sky, looking at Fusong Mountain and this arrow that ignored the rules of the great evil of the Canglang River, his eyes were solemn.
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked into the distance, where... an official in a big red robe came from the sky.
The official was none other than Qin Lishi who was ordered by the emperor of the Zhao family.
The light in Li Youan's eyes suddenly cooled down.
Officials with the status of Qin Lishi appeared here in person. It seems that... the edict passed by the emperor of the Zhao family this time will cause major troubles.
……
……
The purple thunder arrow shot by Emperor Yuanmeng from Dadu is so powerful that it is like an arrow showing power to the world.
In Xiliang Kingdom, on the throne made of countless white bones, a half-white-haired half-black figure sat on it, squinting, staring at the purple thunder arrow passing across the sky, his eyes flashed A touch of shock.
"With this arrow, Emperor Yuanmeng is showing his strength!"
"The eight dragon veins have all been successfully refined, and the Yuanmeng iron cavalry...will begin to trample the world."
The panic quickly turned into madness, he stood up, white hair and black hair kept flying.
"Not enough, today's Xiliang... can't make my strength go any further. I need to cross the river! I need Dazhao, Dazhao is rich and rich, and the richness supports countless people...It will definitely make my cultivation more diligent! "
……
Dali Kingdom, on the Star Reaching Platform.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Yishan, the national teacher, looked at the purple thunder arrows passing across the sky.
Just one arrow is enough to make all the strong in the world feel ashamed.
This is the power of the peak of the Ten Realms, the muscle that Emperor Yuanmeng showed to the world for the first time after fusing the eight dragon veins, like a banner waved by the commander to let the army charge forward.
The national teacher Lu Yishan lowered his eyes, and there was a little bit of hesitation in his eyes.
Today's Dali Kingdom... can it stop it?
Suddenly, on the star-picking platform, an eunuch came along with lowered eyebrows, looked at the national teacher who was observing the celestial phenomena, and bowed respectfully.
"National teacher, Your Majesty, please go."
said the eunuch.
The national teacher with the appearance of a middle-aged scribe was sitting in a wheelchair. Hearing what the eunuch said, he turned around slowly, without any fluctuation in his eyes: "Say it again."
The eunuch felt tremendous pressure inexplicably, and there was even a terrifying scene of countless stars falling from the night sky before his eyes.
The eunuch hurriedly knelt down on the ground, kept kowtowing and said: "It's the servant's fault. The servant gave the wrong meaning. Your Majesty asked the national teacher to go there instead of just walking."
The eunuch wanted to smack his mouth, and told the national teacher in the wheelchair to let him go for a while... This is too long.
The national teacher Lu Yishan did not make things difficult for the eunuch, leaned on the wheelchair, lowered his eyes, and said calmly: "You tell your majesty that I am ill and cannot go to pay my respects."
The national teacher Lu Yishan turned around, continued to look into the distance, and waved his hand lightly.
How could the eunuch dare to say more, and he retreated respectfully.
"A few days ago, I was willing to come to the Star Picking Platform to put on a show, but now I don't even show it... Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you think the current situation is too simple."
"However, is this the meaning of the new emperor, or the meaning of the Supreme Elder of the Zhaixing Sect?"
Lu Yishan sighed lightly.
One emperor and one courtier.
Today's Dali Kingdom gradually began to be unable to tolerate him.
……
……
The sea of clouds was torn apart in an instant, pulling out hollow ravines, like a purple angry dragon winding its way through the sky, approaching in an instant.
Above Fusong Mountain, there is a vast sea of clouds.
Uncle Yan Tong's many clones also naturally saw the arrow.
A dignified look suddenly appeared on his face. This was an arrow shot by Emperor Yuan Meng to vent his anger, but it was also an arrow used to show his strength to the whole world by shooting him.
Even, it is an arrow to declare war on Dazhao, Xiliang and Dali!
The general trend of the world... slightly deviated from his expectations.
He had naturally seen this scene, but he did not expect that he himself would become the target of Emperor Yuanmeng's sacrificial arrows.
The variable of An Le... really has a big impact!
However, Uncle Yan Tong is a genuine ten-level cultivation base. He is unwilling to fight to the death with Emperor Yuanmeng. As the most divining existence in the world, fighting and killing is not his style.
Countless avatars descended gracefully towards the foot of the mountain.
As long as he falls under the mountain, he can hide in the world and is difficult to find.
However, just when he was about to fall into the pile of geniuses at the foot of the mountain.
The avatar of Emperor Yuanmeng, transformed by the power of the dragon veins, flew down like a meteor and hit the foot of the mountain, and the golden dragon veins body suddenly punched the sky.
The dense shadows of fists hang upside down to the sky!
Uncle Yan Tong's descending avatars were hit by fist shadows one after another, and were hindered from falling!
at the same time.
An arrow that plucked the purple thunder from the sky has arrived.
That terrifying and depressing power made everyone feel their breath was stagnant, and only purple was left in their eyes!
Bang bang bang!
All of Uncle Yan Tong's clones were blown to pieces under the influence of the arrow.
There is a blocking idea in the arrow, and even forms a kind of Tao power!
This power made Uncle Yan Tong's real body unavoidable!
Uncle Yan Tong's eyes narrowed, he raised his hand, and the incense burner in his palm suddenly rose against the wind, as if it had turned into a three-legged tripod!
This is the incense burner imitated by Uncle Yan Tong after observing the ancient tripod in the belly of the first mountain.
Although it is not genuine, it contains the meaning of a three-legged tripod!
It can also be regarded as a top magic weapon!
Using the censer to block the arrows, this censer that accompanied Uncle Yan Tong for a long time, only withstood two breaths, and was directly destroyed by Zi Lei's arrow.
Zi Lei's arrow pierced through the incense burner and pierced through, but Uncle Yan Tong's body seemed to turn into a distorted point, and was swallowed straight into it, completely disappearing without a trace.
Only a corner of the robe was left, which was annihilated by the purple thunder arrow!
Uncle Yan Tong disappeared.
At the foot of the mountain, the body of Emperor Yuanmeng's dragon veins also began to disappear, turning into pure power of dragon veins, which merged into the bodies of Boqi, Tuzhen and Ge Xiao'e.
A battle like a glimpse of a glimpse ended like this.
It ended with the escape of the former number one mountain lord.
Zhao Huangting was gray-haired, watching the battle, drinking fine wine, his face was a bit sad.
"This Emperor Yuanmeng... When I set off to fight him in Nirvana, I'm afraid I didn't use [-]% of my strength."
At that time, Emperor Yuanmeng hadn't refined the dragon veins yet, and was still restricted by the dragon veins, otherwise, Zhao Huangting would not have been able to leave a sword mark on Emperor Yuanmeng's body.
The sixth mountain lord stood up, carried the pine sword box on his back, and glanced at Zhao Huangting with his cold face: "You are already very good, at least, compared to Uncle Yan Tong's posture of fleeing without fighting, you That battle was very refreshing."
When Zhao Huangting heard this, he felt relieved and burst out laughing.
The laughter gradually subsided, and he looked at Fusong Mountain, which seemed to have undergone transformation, with a strange look in his eyes: "I really never thought that An Le, this kid, could become the owner of the Seventh Mountain..."
"Back then, that kid struggled to climb your Sixth Mountain. On the stone path of the mountain steps, he practiced the five birds forging body. It seems like yesterday."
"Actually, it didn't take long." The Sixth Mountain Lord said, "This is Tianjiao, and once he sings, he will shock the world."
Zhao Huangting nodded with a smile, expressing his agreement, such an arrogance is rare in ten thousand years.
"The first mountain master...well, what happened to the former first mountain master?" Zhao Huangting asked.
Naturally, he also knew a little about what happened on Fusong Mountain.
The Master of the Sixth Mountain had an indifferent face: "There is nothing wrong with it. I don't agree with my ideas. I will withdraw from the Holy Mountain."
"Simply put, just be a deserter."
deserter?
When Zhao Huangting heard this, he couldn't help being silent: "Uncle Yan Tong said that An Le is a variable, joining the Holy Mountain will cause the Holy Mountain to collapse, and all the owners of the mountain will perish...Aren't you afraid?"
The Lord of the Sixth Mountain gave Zhao Huangting a sideways look: "It's just Uncle Yan Tong's excuse to be a deserter. The teacher said that the opponents of the Holy Mountain... once they seize the opportunity, they will destroy the Holy Mountain to death. Therefore, whether there is peace or not , the holy mountain collapses, and the owner of the mountain dies all may happen."
This is considered to be the secret of the holy mountain, the sixth mountain owner would not have said it, but he did not choose to hide it from Zhao Huangting, who was running out of time.
"So, Uncle Yan Tong is just like those former mountain masters who became deserters. The teacher never restricts deserters. They flee if they want to. Uncle Yan Tong is just one of many deserters."
"The holy mountain of iron, the owner of the mountain of flowing water."
"Nothing surprising."
The sixth mountain lord said lightly.
"Among the powerful rivers and lakes in the world today, there are still former mountain masters surviving in the world. Lianhua Temple, Zhenwu Temple, Zhaixing Sect... all have former mountain masters, and there are even some whose identities I don't know."
"Part of the reason why the holy mountain is detached is this."
"Uncle Yan Tong left the holy mountain. With the permission of the holy master, we will naturally not try to keep him. Emotionally speaking, I am more inclined to Lao Qi."
The sixth mountain lord said: "Uncle Yan Tong practiced the way of divination and calculation. Clearing the variables can make the way clearer, and it is also conducive to the improvement of his cultivation. If he has the chance to attain enlightenment, he has long wanted to leave the holy mountain, so...he who has left the holy mountain, if he dares to make a move against Lao Qi, my sword...will show no mercy."
"I am no match for one, and there are the second, third, fourth, and fifth mountain masters. If the mountain masters, you and I are all in the same sect. If the mountain masters are not bullying the mountain masters, we are enemies."
The sixth mountain lord's words gave Zhao Huangting a reassurance.
Zhao Huangting turned his head to look at Seventh Mountain, and smiled lightly.
This time, he was flying higher and higher.
……
……
Within the belly of the Seventh Mountain.
An Le felt the trembling of the ancient tripod. The [Emperor] Dao Fruit in his body surged out energy, as if... it was the root cause of the trembling of the three-legged bronze ancient tripod!
His eyes lit up slightly, and An Le, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, couldn't help but feel agitated.
【Emperor】The Dao fruit is formed by a wisp of purple-gold time energy that he extracted from the waking will of the eternal emperor, which is naturally extraordinary.
The transformation of the Emperor's Dao Fruit even requires Anle to rule the world and regain the mountains and rivers in the north.
The difficulty of this matter is naturally extremely high. Today's An Le has no foundation, and it is nonsense to want to rule the world.
However, the key now is not this point, but that An Le may use the [Emperor] Dao Fruit to refine this ancient cauldron, because it is not easy to make this ancient cauldron respond.
Sitting cross-legged, An Le began to visualize the sword qi map of Qingshan, and his mind began to recover rapidly.
In the dantian, the green mountain and five birds vision also helped him quickly recover the consumed innate aura.
After a while, the state of Anle returned to perfection, and this recovery speed was far faster than that of ordinary practitioners. The incomplete ancient scriptures seen on the green hills played a huge role in this.
After recovering, An Le did not tirelessly pour her mind and innate aura into the ancient cauldron as before.
Instead, he began to try to induce the [Emperor] Dao Fruit, and his mind sank into the Dao Fruit space.
Dao Fruits shine like stars.
Emperor, Eternal Wizard, Sword Body, Fearless, Heroic Spirit, Musical Five Kills, Blood Avalokitesvara, War Puppet!
A total of eight Dao Fruits are suspended, and more Dao Fruits will appear in the future.
These Dao fruits have given An Le great help on the road of practice.
And [Emperor] Dao Fruit, among many Dao Fruits, is like a brilliant sun.
This is the first time that Anle has entered the Dao Fruit Dimension. In fact, he also caught traces when he refined the Heart Sword before. Now, with the practice of refining God and stepping into the six realms, it is easier to enter the Dao Fruit Dimension than before. .
And in the Dao Fruit space, there is a lingering air of time floating and sinking.
There is the thinnest wisp of golden age energy absorbed from the holy master, as well as the golden age energy absorbed from Tie Lie, and six gray wisps of age energy.
An Le's ability to control the energy of time and age is actually mobilized from the Dao Fruit space.
"Then can I try... to manifest the Dao fruit in reality?"
An Le's eyes flickered.
The Niwan Palace opened and closed, the sword energy raged, and above the Liuli Xinjian, the Yuanshen opened his eyes, and the ten thousand-zhang glow suddenly lifted the Yuanshen, and the Yuanshen jumped out of the mind and spirit space.
Entered the Dao Fruit space!
The primordial spirit floated up, and flew towards the [Emperor] Daoguo.
However, the 【Emperor】Dao fruit is like a scorching sun with scorching rays, and An Le feels that his primordial spirit is almost burned into nothingness.
He drew the Qi of Time to help, and the Qi of Time wrapped around his body, gradually softening the power of the [Emperor] Dao Fruit.
In the end, Anle's primordial spirit reached the [Emperor] Daoguo.
It's like holding up a big sun!
Within the belly of the Seventh Mountain.
The trembling frequency of the three-legged ancient tripod was getting higher and higher, and the spreading power seemed to make the entire Seventh Mountain start to vibrate violently!
An Le, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the ancient tripod, suddenly opened his eyes.
Above the head, the primordial spirit came out of the body, holding up a blazing sun!
In an instant, the bright light made the entire mountainside extremely bright, filled with endless incandescence!
Like a fire that illuminates the endless darkness!
The trembling of the three-legged bronze ancient tripod stopped abruptly, and a burst of suction began to continuously absorb the bright light, like a stubborn grass bathed in the sun!
After the peace of mind was exhausted, Yuanshen retreated to Niwan Palace, and Emperor Daoguo returned to Daoguo space.
An Le only felt that the inside of the mountain had returned to darkness.
But Anle smiled, looked at the huge ancient bronze tripod with a height of [-] meters, raised her hand, and tapped lightly.
It was like the sound of an ancient bell being struck reverberated in the cauldron.
The huge ancient bronze tripod slowly began to shrink, shrunk... Finally, An Le grabbed it with one hand and gently lifted it up.
In the belly of the mountain, a boy dressed in white is better than snow.
Raise the tripod with one hand.
It's like lifting up mountains and rivers!
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