Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 195 Set foot in the sleeping place of the first emperor, and gain enlightenment of the ancient scriptures first [ask for a monthly ticket]

A pair of eyes, ancient and deep, as if they have lived through the ages, experienced vicissitudes, endless vicissitudes.

Hu Hai was swept by this gaze, and felt that his shoulders became extremely heavy, as if a mountain was pressing down, making it unbearable for him.

Such a look...

How could this An Le have such eyes? !

Hu Hai stared at him, unbelievable in his eyes, it was really An Le at this moment, it gave him a horrible feeling, as if he was staring at an old antique, making his hair stand on end.

The space is still collapsing. In the ancient city of Nine Realms, the Mohist mansion seems to have been erased from the tomb out of thin air. It looks extremely weird. The impact of this scene is too strong.

Cracks in space are intertwined like water, sweeping that area, while Anle in the center stands in the turbulent flow of space, with silver armor blooming brilliantly, motionless like a mountain, without fear of space invasion.

Like a supreme fairy walking in the space, showing a peerless demeanor.

An Le's Niwan Palace between the eyebrows shines brightly, and the majestic spiritual power gathers in the center of the eyebrows.

Yuanshen sits in it, and the heart sword blooms like colored glaze.

An Le's primordial spirit opened his eyes, his pupils were shining brightly, as if he could see through eternity.

"The remnants of the Immortal White Tiger Family's legacy in the human world have been passed down through the ages on the battlefield."

An Le's eyes are deep, full of vicissitudes.

At this moment, it is not Anle himself who is controlling Anle's body, but that skinny Mohist monster.

An Le knows that this old monster is very likely to be the giant of the Mohist school, that incomparably powerful practitioner of the eleventh realm, the leader of the Mohist school among the hundreds of schools of thought.

An Le completed the comprehension of the last four seals, and was even able to complete the seals completely, fulfilling the tasks and promises set by the boss.

Therefore, this Mohist old monster did what he said, and he is about to help Anle, enter the Ten Realms Immortal Ancient Battlefield, observe the second half of the ancient scriptures, and realize the complete integration of the ancient scriptures.

"Don't worry little guy, if you want to get back your body, you can do it with a single thought. The old man manipulates your body in this state, and the primordial spirit will continue to fail, and it will no longer be difficult to resist the erosion of time."

"This kind of exhaustion comes from the soul level, and it cannot be solved simply by changing a physical body."

"Buddhas say that if you reincarnate and live another life, you can achieve a positive result. Why? It's because of reliving the first life and being baptized with the soul. Although the memory of the previous life is preserved, everything has to be restarted."

"Occupying a physical body and regaining a lifetime is something that even Taoist and Buddha cannot do."

The old monster said to himself, this is for Anle, to dispel Anle's worries, and let Anle not worry that his body will be taken over by him.

The old monster just fulfilled his promise to help Anle and integrated the complete ancient scriptures.

"If you want to enter the Ten Realm Immortal Ancient Battlefield, you don't just need to master the theory of space, you need a strong enough cultivation base to support it."

"So, this is the only way to take you to the ancient battlefield of the Ten Realms of Immortals."

The old monster controlled An Le's physical body, his eyes were deep, he didn't feel it, and he didn't care, because he knew that the physical body was empty talk to him.

That ancient sarcophagus contained his physical body, and An Le said that that physical body...maybe gave birth to a spiritual wisdom.

The old monster shook his head, and his eyes fell on Hu Hai who was madly scolding An Le.

He raised his hand and tapped.

It was like a stone was thrown into a calm lake like a mirror, and the mirror on the lake was broken immediately, and the ripples and ripples appeared circle after circle, constantly rippling away.

It overturned and engulfed towards the sea of ​​tigers.

But at this moment, Hu Hai felt unprecedented pressure and fear.

It was just a simple spatial fluctuation. He felt like he was facing a big enemy, and he even felt a sense of despair that was hard to fight against.

boom!
And when the ripples and fluctuations in the space approached, Hu Hai finally felt and heard the sound of waves beating between the fluctuations!
Hu Hai's eyes were about to split open, and great terror was intertwined in his heart. It was a kind of attack on the spiritual level!
This is the power that An Le can explode?
Huhai, the peak of the double nine realms, is known as the half-step tenth realm, with unparalleled combat power, but at this moment, he also feels the crisis of life and death!
Immortal energy lingers all over his body, like a white tiger entrenched in the starry sky, roaring at the stars, and punching horizontally, his icy muscles and bones are shining brightly!

However, the impact of the undulating space ripples seemed to hit an extremely heavy mountain. The icy muscles and bones were instantly stained with blood, and crystal blood gushed out from the pores. The body flew out of the ancient city, smashing many chances old house.

Hu Hai climbed up from the ruins, one arm was dripping with blood, he stared at An Le's figure covered under the silver armor, his eyes burst out with endless murderous intent and heart palpitations.

However, Hu Hai can be sure that the power that defeated him was not An Le's strength.

"He borrowed power, it should be the opportunity found in the Mohist mansion..."

"Hold this space and guard him, he will return sooner or later, and then it's time to kill him!"

Hu Hai said sharply.

All around, the descendants of the Xiangu White Tiger Family responded one by one. Husang, Hutian and other powerhouses had their eyes flooded, and together with Huhai, they defended this area filled with space.

The other descendants of immortals were all scattered around, keeping a close eye on them.

The space is turbulent and intertwined, An Le's slender body is covered with void armor, and there is a strange smile in the old and deep eyes.

He took a step, and the space imprint appeared out of thin air, it was a perfect moving imprint.

The power of the avenue of space is permeated and intertwined, as if being pulled down from a height of ten thousand feet, it hangs and spreads around.

After the space power disappeared, space cracks intertwined and filled the air, but An Le's figure had already disappeared from it.

Hu Hai's eyes were cold and silent, but he didn't feel surprised, and continued to stare.

On the streets of the Nine Realms Ancient City, several figures emerged. Daozi Zhenwuguan was wearing a white Taoist robe, with a fairy-like appearance, and he had a vague sense of being out of the world. His aura became stronger and stronger, and his eyes were like a scorching sun.

Beside him, nine figures wearing bamboo hats watched quietly.

"It turns out that... the ancient battlefield of the ten realms can only be entered in this way. We can't wake up the figure who is suspected of being a Mohist giant. We can only use our method to carry out your plan."

Daozi Zhenwu Guan said softly.

The nine figures wearing bamboo hats around them all nodded, as if they agreed and agreed to Daozi's proposal.

In the ancient city of Nine Realms, the situation is surging, and all kinds of changes are happening one after another.

Some people confronted each other because they found treasures, and finally killed each other to get the treasures.

Some people directly chose to liquidate in the ancient city because of new and old hatreds, and killed each other, bleeding everywhere.

Of course, there are also people who are looking at the ruins of the original Mohist mansion after it was hollowed out, leaving only space cracks, and have speculations and expectations.

The King of Hades and the judges of the Hell Palace, engulfed in blood and death, hide in the darkness of the ancient city that cannot be illuminated by the ever-burning lamp, and hibernate secretly, waiting for the return of An Le, and implement a wait-and-see.

However, what no one knew was that it was in an extremely secluded corner of the Nine Realms Ancient City.

The space was torn open, an ancient sarcophagus slipped from the crack, and stuck to the ground soundlessly, as if sliding on ice, moving silently.

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The ancient battlefield of the Eight Immortals.

The sandstorm is still noisy, and its momentum is becoming more and more domineering and intense.

The sandcastle fortress was breached, and countless cities piled up with sand and stones collapsed, blood flowed, and corpses lay lying one after another. They were the descendants of immortals in the Eight Realms Battlefield, all of whom fell and died tragically on the spot.

And not only the descendants of these immortals died, many practitioners who stepped in from the outside world also died.

In addition, those stone figurines and warriors stood among the yellow sand one after another, allowing the sandstorm to sweep them away. There was no light in their eyes, and the true spirit that had been maintained for thousands of years until now was extinguished. Made real stone figurines.

In the depths of the battlefield, there is a huge bunker. Countless sand and rocks melted out of the sunken pit.

On both sides of the deep pit, two figures fell silently.

One is the old fairy head with immortal demeanor. At this moment, the old fairy head has no vitality at all, his body is pierced by the stone knife, and his vitality is cut off.

On the other side, the stone figurine soldier Mengyi, the surface of the stone figurine is covered with cracks, and the cracks are intertwined like spider webs.

Meng Yi, who was victorious in the battle with the old fairy head, seemed to be defeated and killed, as if he had turned into a real stone figurine and returned to silence as a dead thing, and there was no immortal spirit shining in his eyes.

You must know that when Meng Yi, the lord of the stone figurine city, was surging with his true spirit, when he fought against the old fairy leader, his explosive strength was the best among the ten realms!
However, in this battle, both sides suffered losses.

The ancient battlefield of the Bajingxian was dead silent, and the yellow sand was blowing and rolling up the gravel.

He was lifeless and full of blood.

If An Le was here, he would definitely be very shocked. He never thought that such an accident would happen, because the battle between the stone warriors and the descendants of the immortals had a huge upper hand, and the result should not have been like this.

Completely lost to both sides, there are no survivors.

The yellow sand is endless, and what is blown is only the sadness of death.

For a long time, Meng Yi, the stone figurine of the city lord standing in the yellow sand, in the dilapidated eyes, a touch of true spirit emerged, and the faint light of the true spirit surged and swept away like ripples.

The yellow sand exploded, and dozens of figures were blown out from under the yellow sand.

They fell to the ground, one by one in a sluggish state and covered in blood. If these people were happy here, they would definitely recognize them. They are all outstanding practitioners of the eight realms, geniuses with extraordinary talents.

Yuanmeng's Tie Yan and other geniuses who were once on the Falcon List are now romantic figures in the Eight Realms.

There are also Shao Guanyin, Little Celestial Master, etc., all of whom are practitioners with strong talents.

They were all gasping for breath, with fear and palpitations still in their eyes.

"Leave here. You are all geniuses of this era. In this era of exhausted practice, it is not easy to be born as a genius... I will protect your lives with the remaining immortal true spirit, and open a passage for you to leave."

"The space channel has been blocked, don't think about moving on."

Meng Yi's eyes flickered, and the weak mental fluctuations spread in everyone's mind.

Although Shao Guanyin was blood-stained, his posture was calm and he held on to Buddhist rituals.

Tie Yan, Xiao Tianshi and others looked ugly, but they also expressed their gratitude.

On the cracked body of the stone figurine Meng Yi, the city lord, the remaining true spirit burned, and immediately, the burning true spirit outlined a flame portal in the void, which was the passage leading to the outside of the ancient tomb.

The crowd never hesitated or lingered. They knew that if Meng Yi, the lord of the city, hadn't protected them, they would have died under the terrifying attack released by the mysterious sarcophagus.

Thanks again to Meng Yi, the lord of the city, the stone figurine, and everyone stepped out of the gate and out of Mount Li.

When all the survivors left, the true spirit of the city lord's stone figurines could no longer be condensed into a portal, and the portal collapsed, and a touch of the true spirit was like a burnt-out firework, leaving only a few traces of youthful brilliance remaining in the world...

Finally, completely withered.

Under the tomb, the ancient battlefield of the Bajingxian was completely reduced to death, with no life left.

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The void twisted.

The perfect move and print, showing the avenue of space to the fullest, as if flying across the stacked space, is a method not weaker than supernatural powers!

The Void Armor seems to be fully activated, the light is brilliant, and the silver light flashes extremely, like the scorching sun under the sun at noon, the light is so gorgeous that it turns white!

boom!
The Void Armor smashed into the space, cut the space and walked out slowly. The time of moving seemed to be a moment, and it seemed very long.

An Le's mind is entrenched in the Niwan Palace, above the vision of the long river of time transformed by the trickle, and the long river of time is used to protect the primordial spirit. An Le believes that even if the old monster really has malicious intentions, he will have time to react , to fight for control over the physical body.

However, An Le also knew that the old monster would generally not cause trouble, because his mental strength was constantly weakening and decaying, like an unearthed cultural relic, which was oxidized by the air and began to decay and collapse.

"The Ancient Battlefield of the Ten Lands of Immortals has arrived, and it is also the most important place in the tomb. His Majesty's body is buried here. However, after thousands of years have passed, the body of such a magnificent figure as His Majesty may undergo changes."

The old monster spoke from An Le's physical body, his voice was extremely hoarse, with a hint of sadness.

The ancient battlefield of the Ten Realms, the burial ground of the eternal emperor.

Even if he chose to sleep in self-appointment, it was only in the ancient city of the Nine Realms, but he never thought of sleeping with the emperor in the underground palace of the Ten Realms, so there must be some dignity on the cards.

Anle's Yuanshen sat upright in the long river of time, his eyes flickered.

He couldn't help being a little excited, this is the real place of creation, he could even feel the constant tremor of the mountain and river cauldron refined in his spine, as if he had sensed another cauldron.

"Senior, in the process of searching for the ancient scriptures, can you help me find the Xiashanhe Ding?"

An Le asked.

"You want to refine the Shanhe Cauldron sealed in the ancient tomb?" the old monster said, breaking Anle's mind with one word.

"The body training method you practice is based on the treasure of refining mountains and rivers. It is very extraordinary. Is this the method that was born in later generations? There are such crazy and gorgeous Tianjiao people in later generations?"

The old monster praised and was very surprised by Anle's practice.

This is a peerless figure in the eleventh realm in his heyday, suspected to be a Mohist giant in the period when a hundred schools of thought contend.

An Le listened to the other party's praise, and felt a little smug. The body training method he created, if it exists so well, it is really good.

"It was not born in later generations, but created by the next generation. There are still many imperfections. It is still unknown whether the nine mountain and river tripods can be completely assembled. There are many difficulties. If they cannot be collected, they may not be able to achieve perfection, and they have to change the way of practice. .”

An Le said.

The old monster smiled: "It is indeed very difficult, because the Shanhe tripod is lost. If the old man remembers correctly, seven of the Shanhe tripods were obtained by the holy master, and one by one was sealed in the tomb. The strong will fish through the gate of heaven."

"The last piece of the mountain and river cauldron that was lost to heaven is the most difficult point."

An Le naturally understood this truth.

"However, practice is a process of daring to think, dare to fight, and dare to fight... Even if the future road is at a loss, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, you can reach unprecedented heights and see unprecedented scenery. Everyone should work hard.”

The old monster said in a soft voice, with a bit of vigilance.

An Le listened to it clearly, and his heart was touched. Yuanshen sat on the long river of time without stopping to nod his head.

The old monster stopped talking and looked around. There was a huge orb hanging above the underground palace, exuding strong spiritual energy fluctuations, making the underground palace shine like daytime.

"We are now outside the underground palace, and we have entered the underground palace. The old man has set up a nine-fold maze. Those who are not strong enough will get lost in the maze. It is difficult to escape, and they will be trapped for life."

The old monster walked forward with Anle's physical body, and said lightly.

The entire underground palace was designed and built by him, and he knows every detail clearly.

"Even if you find the correct path in the maze, you will still be targeted and attacked by the stone figurines who keep the true spirit alive, guard the underground palace, and protect the emperor's coffin. In addition, there is a real dragon in the underground palace. Guarding the coffin, I don't know if he is dead?"

The old monster walked slowly, and the surrounding scenery was changing.

The precious tree was born quietly on the shoulder, not daring to move at all, obediently in a mess, not daring to break his mouth, not daring to say a word.

In the hands of the old monster, the Void Armor shines brilliantly, and the space transition is as simple and direct as eating and drinking.

When you encounter a portal, you can directly pass through it by means of a space jump. In the underground palace with many barriers and dense traps, you feel like returning to your own home, and you are familiar with the road.

Suddenly, the old monster stopped, listened attentively, squinted his eyes and smiled: "It seems that neither the nine-fold maze nor the stone figurines can stop the true arrogance of this era."

"Those who can cultivate to the tenth realm in this era are undoubtedly the pride of heaven."

For the words of the old monster, An Le naturally recognized it. In this era, there is no fuel-efficient lamp for those who can step into the tenth realm with their own talents and practice alone.

Emperor Yuanmeng, old sword master, old celestial master, Zhenwu Guanzhu, etc... are all talented and evil people.

If it was placed in the era before eternity, maybe they could have set foot on the eleventh realm, stood at the top level in the world, and lived a romantic era.

"It's difficult. The second half of the ancient scriptures are there. They occupy a favorable terrain. It may be difficult to take you to observe the ancient scriptures. As for the mountain and river tripod, it is even more difficult."

The old monster frowned and said.

Stepping forward, the space fluctuated violently and trembled, and the endless brilliance was torn apart in an instant, and appeared in front of an extremely huge palace.

This underground palace palace is made of bronze, majestic and majestic. Bronze columns stand in it, supporting the top of the palace. It is a rare stone mine.

An Le was taught the art of sword-making by Master Wang in the Jianchi Palace, and recognized that these rare stones and mines are all rare treasures for making and refining first-grade swords!
An Le, who was sitting on the vision of the long river of time, was shocked, and was shocked by the grandiose hand of the eternal emperor.

The staircase made of white jade is just under the luxurious bronze underground palace. The flawless white jade, I don't know how big it is, supports the entire underground palace, like a white lotus suspended in the endless sea.

When people walk on it, they are as insignificant as a speck of black dust on the flawless white jade.

"Inside the palace, the aura of the Dao is fluctuating, and many practitioners who control the will of the world and condense the Dao are fighting for the front. It should be the ten realms of this era."

The old monster said, his words were silent, and he stepped on the white jade steps, walking forward without any haste.

Later, his walking became more and more ethereal, and when he touched the ground with his toes, he rose lightly, as if he had ascended to a fairy.

However, when stepping on the last step of the white jade ladder, the head of the void armor suddenly fell down, covering the face and hiding the appearance.

The body shape is like a silver lightning, plundering into the palace.

The scene in the palace came into view.

It was a huge pool, and what surged in the pool was the psychic liquid formed by the condensed innate spiritual energy. The psychic liquid radiated brilliant brilliance, reflecting the bright and bright palace, not like a tomb at all, but more like a fairyland.

Thick silver chains were looming under the ectoplasmic liquid, making crisp sounds like wind chimes when they swayed and collided.

There are a total of nine silver chains, like twisted flowers and horned dragons, guarding the quietly placed bronze coffin in the center of the palace!
The coffin is placed on a bronze altar, which is shaped like a gossip, like a leaf of duckweed, sending the heaven and the earth away!

The mysterious atmosphere permeates, desolation and tragedy spread across, permeating the years for thousands of years, faint and never extinguished!

Nine ever-burning lamps are placed in nine directions of the Lingtai, the lights are faint, and the burning fire seems to burn the will of heaven and earth, which is the fire of Nirvana!
The fire of Nirvana as the flame that kindles the everlasting lamp!

Such handwriting is absolutely astonishing and terrifying!
An Le's eyes were dazzled, and she truly understood the face and treatment of that peerless eternal emperor.

"The first emperor of all ages, naturally deserves this kind of treatment. Sweeping Liuhe, ending the chaotic world that has lasted for thousands of years, his achievements are overwhelming!"

The old monster said in a deep voice, with respect and regret in his voice.

Such a character, if it weren't for the immortals in the sky who don't talk about martial arts, in the future, they might really be able to fight against the heavens, punish the gods, kill the immortals, shatter the plans of the gods, and bring about a great trend for the world!
Unfortunately, no if.

"Where are the ancient scriptures?"

An Le suppressed the shocking mind, the mystery of the tomb coffin was not the focus of his attention.

What he cares about now is the ancient scriptures, and the complete Qingshan ancient scriptures are what he needs.

The Qingshan ancient scriptures will not conflict with the body training method and the god refining method created by him, and will even assist the cultivation method, which will become more and more miraculous. For such ancient scriptures, An Le naturally does not want to give up.

"The second half of the ancient scriptures is on the bronze coffin, and the ancient scriptures are engraved on it. If you step on the Lingtai, you can observe it."

The old monster said with a smile, while he was laughing, he was taking steps, and every time he took a step, there was a silver light bursting out, brilliant and dazzling.

In the underground palace, pairs of eyes slowly opened, majestic and deep, exuding unparalleled oppression.

In the spiritual liquid lake formed by the huge innate spiritual energy, there are ten-level powerhouses bathed in it.

They were all looking at the old monster in void armor that appeared.

"Another strange strong man appeared, but his breath could not be detected? The armor on his body is strange, but it is a top treasure..."

In the great lake of congenital spiritual energy, a tenth-level powerhouse who is in the outside world is all amazed.

Anle's primordial spirit is also watching curiously.

He saw the old swordsman, the white-haired old swordsman was dressed in sackcloth, a large hole appeared in his chest, the blood stagnated and scabbed, and a little bit of dark death was lingering. , bursting out thousands of sword qi, sheltering and alerting the whole body.

His complexion was ugly, and he was sitting in the innate spiritual energy liquid, absorbing the energy of the spiritual liquid to restore himself.

The old heavenly master sat on a golden lotus, the golden lotus was gorgeous, and the purple air was misty, absorbing the energy of the innate spiritual liquid to wash and wash the injured body.

Perhaps sensing An Le's gaze, the old Sword Master and the old Celestial Master frowned and opened their eyes. They couldn't help but see that they didn't recognize An Le who was wearing the Void Armor, but they felt that this figure seemed familiar.

"Who is this person? In the ten realms of the world...is there anyone who possesses the most precious armor?"

The old sword master frowned and muttered, his whole body was full of sword energy, and he was extremely vigilant.

After a great battle between the ten realms, the situation in the underground palace is now in a delicate balance. The addition of any force will break this balance, let alone a ten realm who does not know the camp. The emergence of the strong.

There is no doubt that it will tear the balance of balance.

The old celestial master's eyes were deep, but his heart was agitated. The thousand-year-old purple qi golden lotus vibrated under him, as if he was sensing something, which made the old celestial master horrified and unbelievable.

And in the great lake of spiritual liquid, there are naturally not only old heavenly masters and old sword masters.

Anle's Yuanshen sits cross-legged in the Niwan Palace, the vision of the long river of time, isolated from the outside world, but can clearly observe it.

He saw a solemn monk in a gold-rimmed cassock, just like a real Buddha, with the sound of Sanskrit and the hazy Buddha's light.

The monk and the Buddha were also injured. There was a huge knife wound on the neck, blood was flowing, and the Buddha's light was dancing, constantly killing the knife energy in the wound, allowing the injury to recover.

There is a Taoist in feather clothes, with deep eyes, staring at An Le in the Void Armor, frowning tightly, with talismans floating around him, thunder and lightning intertwined, protecting his whole body with means, this person is the master of Zhenwu temple.

A heroic man with half black hair and half white hair was full of blood, and the surrounding spiritual fluid was dyed blood. Crazy and evil emotions intertwined around him, forming a unique field and affecting others.

This person opened his eyes, the dark eyeballs were full of madness, An Le suddenly saw the piles of bones, piled up into a bone view!
An Le instantly understood who this person was...

The Xiliang king of Xiliang Kingdom who has been possessed by demons!

An Le looked away, and no longer collided with this man's crazy gaze. After scanning, he saw many ten-level powerhouses that were rarely seen by the outside world.

There is an old man surrounded by starlight, a graceful female Bodhisattva with a colorful glass disk behind him, and a man who just sits in a big lake and seems to be haunted by death...

Of course, An Le also noticed a very miserable man. The man was sitting in a wheelchair. His face was pale, his breath was weak, and he was almost dying. His body was covered in blood.

"Huh? This person's cultivation base has not yet stepped into the tenth realm, but he can enter the underground palace and compete with many tenth realms. How courageous."

The old monster also noticed this person and smiled in surprise.

The man looked at him with eyes as deep as stars, looking at An Le who was covered with Void Armor, the starlight in his pupils flashed, he was very surprised, but soon, he smiled elegantly and nodded gently.

In addition to these cultivators who entered the tomb from the outside world, there are also descendants of the immortals of the ten realms who survived in the ancient battlefield of the tombs. There are not many, only two.

The two immortal descendants stared in amazement at An Le who appeared in the Void Armor.

Because as descendants of the Immortal White Tiger Family, they recognize the Void Armor, which is the third-tier treasure refined by the giants of the Mohist family!

This void armor... how could it be worn by someone and appear here?
After all, the Void Armor has always been located in the ancient battlefield of the Eight Realms, and there is an ancient battlefield of the Nine Realms separated from here!

However, they didn't make a sound, suppressing their surprise in their hearts.

Of course, what attracted Anle's attention the most was the burly Emperor Yuanmeng with eight dragon veins wrapped around his body.

The auras of many ten-level powerhouses, apart from competing with each other, have almost reached a consensus, and they are all suppressing and targeting the Yuanmeng Emperor.

Emperor Yuanmeng, who swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger, was targeted and suppressed by many ten realms without any suspense.

"What a strong courage, refining the eight dragon veins... the underground palace was opened by this person, the courage is like a dragon, it is truly unparalleled, and it is only one step away from the eleventh realm! One person has been targeted by so many tenth realms, obviously Has extraordinary combat power."

When the old monster saw Emperor Yuanmeng, his eyes flickered and he said in surprise.

Obviously, he also recognized the amazing talent of Emperor Yuanmeng.

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes opened and closed, as if there were thunders of annihilation intertwined, the wind of breaking the gods howled, the fire of nirvana burned, and visions continued.

"who are you?"

Emperor Yuanmeng, with vigorous hair flying, strong physique, blood like a dragon, twined with eight dragon veins, is like the son of heaven, peerless.

"Those passing by, you fight for yours, the old man just came to get something and left."

A hoarse voice came from the old monster's mouth.

"What you said is ridiculous. Everyone here is here for chance, and you must have come here for chance... We will fight and benefit from you? Why?"

Although Emperor Yuanmeng was oppressed by the aura of many powerful people in the ten realms, he was still calm and calm, his eyes glanced indifferently, and he spoke coldly.

Emperor Yuanmeng raised his hand, and he pulled away a big black black iron bow, and the spiritual liquid poured out and condensed into arrows.

Bend your bow and loosen your fingers!
The space seemed to burst open, and the arrows were like a roaring dragon, sweeping Wushuang's power to assassinate!

The old monster sighed: "I said I was passing by, I have to make a move, and you can't stop the old man."

Silver light bloomed all over his body, brilliant and dazzling, and in an instant, the space leaped out, and stepped out from another space crack.

Such a skillful mastery of space made Emperor Yuan Meng's eyes shrink.

However, the arrow that was fired turned like an angry dragon roaring in mid-air, piercing through the air at an extremely fast speed, and continued to shoot at the old monster in the void armor.

The old monster raised his hand and made a seal unhurriedly.

A space crack appeared, swallowing the arrow.

In an instant, a distorted space emerged a foot in front of Emperor Yuanmeng, and arrows swallowed by the crack shot out from here, with undiminished power, and shot towards Emperor Yuanmeng.

Emperor Yuan Meng raised his hand, flicked his fingers, and the arrow turned into a puddle of splashing liquid.

"Good method, such space control, no one in the world has this level, who are you? Are you an outsider?!"

Emperor Yuan Meng stared intently.

The other powerhouses of the ten realms were also shocked. All the ten realms of the world understand each other clearly, and there are basically no people who are good at space. I really can't imagine who this person will be.

"This person is wearing void armor, which was refined by the giant of the Mohist school. It is a third-level treasure. It has space magic powers and can easily tear apart space and walk." A descendant of a ten-level immortal said.

These words moved many people's hearts. The treasure refined by the giant of the Mo family?
This person is good at space, is it related to the void armor?
Maybe it's someone they know well, but they got the Void Armor, and they showed such adept space control?
No, everyone is in ten realms, and it is very clear that it is impossible for a treasure to make people master the avenue of space, because the will of heaven and earth is condensed into the avenue, and what is needed is one's own perception.

The old monster smiled and let them guess their identities. These people might not be able to figure it out even if they tried their best.

The precious tree on its shoulders trembled unceasingly, such a scene... Lord, no, the little tree was like a husky wandering in it, trembling and not daring to make any changes.

The old monster was dressed in void armor, with a silver glow as bright as a star, stepped on the silver chain, the chain was ups and downs, ups and downs, step by step towards the altar.

In the Niwan Palace, An Le's primordial spirit also felt very excited.

In the eyes of all the powerhouses in the ten realms, taking away the opportunity was something An Le couldn't even imagine before.

Before he was buried in the tomb, he was still having a headache on how to get the ancient scriptures and the mountain and river tripod, but it turned out that it would be done in such a way.

However, facing the boss walking on silver chains.

Emperor Yuanmeng and many other ten realms all watched with cold eyes.

The old heavenly master thought for a while, and reminded: "Be careful, there is an extremely powerful real dragon hidden in this spiritual liquid lake, and anyone who sets foot on the altar will be attacked by the real dragon!"

However, the old monster who heard the reminder from the old celestial master just let out a chuckle indifferently, and continued to walk forward with a brilliant silver light.

Bai Jing, the patron of Xiliang Kingdom, smiled coldly. He was attacked by the real dragon before and suffered a lot of injuries. How dare this man make such a big deal.

Emperor Yuan Meng stared intently, and the eight dragon veins had already begun to turmoil.

boom!
When the old monster in the void armor stepped into the middle of the silver chain, suddenly countless brilliant psychic liquids exploded, and an incomparably loud dragon chant exploded!

A gigantic dragon head drilled out of the great lake, opened the dragon's mouth, the sharp dragon's teeth exuded icy cold light and luster, indistinctly, deep in the dragon's mouth, there was a surge of majestic energy, which seemed to hide the compressed Nirvana The fire will burn everything!
This is a real dragon!
The aura is powerful, reaching the peak of the tenth realm. Although he is extremely old, he is extremely powerful!

Just when the strong people around were planning to watch a good show.

The fluctuations in this real dragon's mouth suddenly subsided, and its huge eyes rolled, staring at the old monster under the void armor, with vague doubts surging.

The old monster under the Void Armor raised his hand, and lightly stroked the real dragon's beard as thick as a baby's arm.

The real dragon was petted by the old monster obediently, and then he perched on the silver chain and narrowed his eyes.

It seems that this real dragon is his pet.

The Void Armor had a brilliant silver light, and the boss walked slowly over the real dragon, unimpeded on the silver chain. Block the slightest.

These organ formations were all engraved and arranged by Mohist disciples, and he was very familiar with them, so he strolled in the courtyard.

The silver-armored figure walked easily through various organs and formations, and finally set foot on the Bronze Lingtai.

"I'm about to be caught first!"

Emperor Yuan Meng's eyes were fixed, and there was an unbelievable surge!
At this moment, he was absolutely convinced that this person might...not be an outside practitioner!
It is the strong man from the tomb!
Otherwise, how can the real dragon be easily appeased?And can you see through the formations and mechanisms arranged on the silver chain so easily? !
boom! ! !
Emperor Yuanmeng broke through the spiritual liquid in an instant, and the transpired spiritual liquid turned into a rich innate spiritual energy, misty all around!
He entered the tomb for the sake of the ninth dragon vein, so that his own dragon veins are intact, stepping into the eleventh realm, and achieving the strongest leap and detachment!

If someone gets ahead and controls the dragon's veins, that's definitely not what he wants to see!
Therefore, he can no longer ignore it at this moment!

Roar!
The real dragon entrenched on the silver chain roared, and the dragon scales were shining brightly. Although the dragon scales looked mottled under the years, they still showed great combat power!

The dragon's tail swung away the spiritual liquid, and slapped Emperor Yuanmeng fiercely. The dragon's claws were pulled out, and black cracks were ripped out of the void!

Emperor Yuanmeng swiped out the scimitar, refining the spirit and tempering the body to the extreme, and the divine light was so bright that he grabbed the dragon's tail with his bare hands and flung it away fiercely. During the punching, metal and iron clashed, and sparks seemed to spread!
The real dragon moved out horizontally after being smashed, and rubbed against the silver chain, making an ear-piercing clang!

The other ten-level powerhouses around couldn't sit still anymore.

The two descendants of the Ten Realm Immortals set off first, with the immortal energy steaming and the sun shining, they set foot on the silver chains and moved forward quickly.

If you want to climb to the Lingtai, you must set foot through the chains. No matter how you fight to cross the spiritual liquid lake, you will not be able to get close to the Lingtai, and you will even suffer a terrible crisis of annihilation.

The other ten-level powerhouses also broke through the water and set foot on the chains. A total of nine chains were all occupied at once. They began to run, but the chains swayed and clanged continuously, formations and traps appeared frequently, and murderous intent rolled !
Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes flickered, and after he punched the real dragon into the air, he stepped forward, imitating in his mind the steps and route of the old monster when he was walking on the silver chain, and really twisted the mechanism formation!
The eyes of the other ten-level powerhouses brightened, and they all recalled the route of re-engraving the silver-armored figure.

However, the mechanisms and formations of other chains are not the same. Some people were quickly robbed, pierced through the body by the terrible mechanism, and blood was splashed.

The powerhouses of the ten realms who suffered a great loss had to give up other chains and set foot on the same silver chains as Emperor Yuanmeng to fight for survival.

Emperor Yuanmeng continued to move forward with his breath fluctuating. The real dragon roared and was easily suppressed and repulsed by him.

Although it blocked his forward speed, it obviously couldn't stop him from stepping on the Lingtai.

Emperor Yuan Meng was vigilant, wanting to prevent the figure under the Void Armor from attacking him and prevent him from ascending the Lingtai.

However, the old monster who set foot on the Lingtai did not pay any attention to Emperor Yuanmeng.

Walking to the huge coffin, he sat down slowly.

"Little guy, the ancient scriptures are here. Take a good look at it. Before that person ascends to the altar, it's your time to look at the memories."

The old monster said with a smile: "This old man has fulfilled his promise."

Afterwards, An Le under the Void Armor, Niwan Palace was full of light, Yuanshen stared at the coffin, and could see the complicated and ancient scriptures on the coffin.

The Qingshan ancient scriptures were running in his heart, and in an instant, Anle felt the scriptures engraved on the coffin, as if they came to life, one by one, the scriptures jumped out of the coffin, dancing gracefully.

On An Le's body, the golden scriptures squirmed and began to cling to every inch of his skin.

Even the Void Armor can hardly cover up these ancient scriptures, densely packed, like golden tadpoles, all over the body, echoing the scriptures on the coffin!
The treasure tree on An Le's shoulders was trembling and excited, feeling that he had gained a lot, and hurriedly absorbed this mysterious Dao aggregate with hunger and thirst.

Suddenly, in front of An Le, the space was torn apart, and sword energy overflowed.

An incomparably loud sword chant burst out from it, the sword energy surged like a tide, and the sword light evaporated billions of times!

Bamboo swords and green hills flitted out from the crack!

With the tip of the sword pointing down, it stuck on the bronze altar.

The sword body trembled, and a mountain appeared in the dark, scriptures circulated, and visions appeared!
Emperor Yuanmeng, who was fighting on the silver chains and suppressing the old real dragon, suddenly froze, staring at the familiar broken bamboo sword...

For the first time, disbelief appeared in his eyes.

ps: [-]D update, a new month, asking for monthly ticket support wow!Lao Li begged on his knees!

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