Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 196 Forging the Eight Realms of the Ancient Seal Scriptures, Opening up the Great Dao and the Years [Seeking a monthly ticket]

A broken bamboo sword is incomparably eye-catching and dazzling at this moment.

On the bamboo sword, there are dense golden scriptures intertwined and emerging, floating like relief sculptures, and a green mountain vision emerges out of thin air, stretching across the bamboo sword, in the vision, the fairy air curls up, and the stone path leads to seclusion. It seems that the blood of an immortal is flowing continuously, and under the mountain, the corpses of immortals are scattered all over the field.

An Le was wearing a void armor, and sat cross-legged in front of a huge rectangular bronze house-like coffin. The strange scriptures carved on the coffin echoed the words on the bamboo sword, like wriggling tadpoles, emitting golden light, like the rays of the rising sun extremely bright.

This scene was watched by many people, and everyone was shocked. Many people are not unfamiliar with this dilapidated bamboo sword.

For the first time, Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes showed shock. On his burly body, the power of the eight dragon veins intertwined and entangled, like a ribbon of immortal energy, flying in the air.

He thrust out a punch horizontally, smashing the old real dragon flying, and the extremely strong dragon scales collided with the silver chains and entangled them.

"This bamboo sword...how did it appear here?"

"If Gu remembers well, this bamboo sword...isn't that the sword of the little guy named An Le?"

Emperor Yuanmeng murmured.

Zhao Huangting once used this bamboo sword to fight him. At that time, he didn't remember Zhao Huangting, but only remembered this bamboo sword that he couldn't crush.

Later, when Zhao Huangting was about to ignite Nirvana, he came across the Canglang River, and finally fought to the point where he was completely exhausted, waiting to die. A young man came from the flat ground, holding a broken bamboo sword, and rescued him in front of his eyes. Anle.

The boy even inspired a ray of the true spirit of the peerless emperor from the bamboo sword, which made him look forward to and sigh with emotion.

Therefore, Emperor Yuan Meng was very impressed with the bamboo sword and green mountain.

But now, this bamboo sword actually appeared here, doesn't it mean that the boy An Le also appeared?

Is this silver-armored figure covered in silver armor, who overwhelms many cultivators of the ten realms, and stepped on the altar first, is An Le? !
Emperor Yuan Meng's eyes were deep, and after experiencing an incredible experience that was hard to conceal, a stern look emerged.

What kind of cultivation is An Le... unexpectedly appearing in the battle between a group of ten-level powerhouses.

Like a chick, competing with a group of goshawks!
This son actually planned to take food from the tiger's mouth? !

The aura on Emperor Yuanmeng's body became stronger and stronger, his forward speed accelerated, and his combat power at the peak of the Double Ten Realm made him almost invincible in the tomb.

Only by joining forces with the other ten realm powerhouses can the Emperor Yuanmeng be forced to coerce, but now, the appearance of An Le has aroused the anger of Emperor Yuanmeng, gradually becoming unstoppable.

On the other side, apart from the shock of Emperor Yuanmeng, other practitioners also recognized the bamboo sword and Qingshan.

This sword is really recognizable.

From the hands of the old emperor Zhao Huangting to the hands of An Le, the sword is here now, which means that the people of An Le are also here.

For a sword cultivator, the sword is with the person, and it is absolutely impossible for this kind of precious sword to be rented to others.

"This bamboo sword... is it really An Le?!"

The old celestial master sat on the purple qi golden lotus, his Taoist robe fluttered, and he floated in the middle of the big lake formed by the spiritual qi liquid, his beard and hair fluttered, and there was an incredible flow of color.

The shadow-carrying sword around him turned into three, and the sword energy was like a tide. The old sword master who was defending him was also dumbfounded.

As the old sword master of Jianchi Palace, the sword cultivator land fairy, he is naturally very sensitive to the breath of the sword. If An Le is covered under the void armor, the old sword master can't recognize it, but when the bamboo sword and green mountain appear, An Le His sword intent and sword energy could no longer be hidden, which showed An Le's identity.

"As expected of An Le, he must have had an opportunity related to the Mohist giant. The performance of the Dao of Space is by no means the level that An Le can show. With the help of such a master of the Dao of Space, An Le may really be able to snatch food from the tiger's mouth , a great opportunity to be the first to reach the battlefield of the ten realms!"

The old sword master was filled with emotion.

The Lord of the Hell Mansion, the Patron of the Xiliang Kingdom Gu Baijing and other ten-level powerhouses were also stunned, and then a stern look appeared in their eyes.

In addition, there is another figure with an extremely complicated complexion.

Uncle Yan Tong, who was once the number one mountain lord with immortal demeanor, is wearing a Taoist robe and gently strokes his beard and hair. There are mysterious symbols imprinted in his eyes, and the complex emotions in his eyes are hard to hide.

"Variables... Sure enough, there are variables wherever you go."

"Within the emperor's tomb, the chances in the ancient battlefield of the ten realms are enough to change the pattern of the outside world. Therefore, this variable has appeared. Only such a variable can change the established result."

Uncle Yan Tong sighed, but his eyes became more and more bright.

The more evildoer and monster An Le is, if he can really help Da Zhao and change his fate, the more benefits he will get.

This is the root of the practice he is involved in, and he is destined to stand on the opposite side of happiness.

Of the nine silver chains, there is only one that everyone is fighting for.

That is the old monster covering the Void Armor, the chain that controlled Anle's body walked, leaving behind its steps and marks, so the rest of the people, as long as they choose to follow the steps of this old monster, they can naturally break through The rune formation mechanism engraved on the silver chain.

The control of the state of mind by the powerhouses of the ten realms is much higher than that of other realms, because they are very detached. The powerhouses of the ten realms control the will of the world and condense their own avenues. They belong to the first-class characters of land gods. extraordinary.

The natural state of mind quickly adjusted and stabilized from the shock brought by Anle.

Lanke Temple, Ganye Temple, and Lianhua Temple, among the three Buddhist temples, there are ten-level powerhouses entering. The monk and Buddha in cassock is the real Buddha of Lianhua Temple. It is an old monk whose whole body is filled with the breath of time. The old monk is dressed in bright yellow monk clothes, and his face changes, sometimes old, sometimes young, sometimes young.

In the ten realms of Ganye Temple, there is a female Bodhisattva with cinnabar blushing between her brows, which contains extremely strong spiritual power. Just watching it, you will feel dreamy in your mind, as if surrounded by a thousand worlds, with countless hearts and swords intertwined, crossing the world and cutting the soul .

The ten realms of the three temples are naturally impressive and very powerful.

The ten realms of Taoism are the master of the Zhenwu Temple, and the old heavenly master. The two are also extraordinary ten realms. The two Taoisms have been passed down for thousands of years, and they have been fighting each other for a long time.

Dali Zhaixingjiao also came to a tenth realm, but an old antique, not far from death, but his strength is not bad.

The eyes of these ten-level powerhouses were almost solidified, and they no longer focused on An Le. They stood on the silver chains, looked far away and moved their eyes to the coffin and bamboo sword, watching the surging ancient sword. Scripture!
"This is an ancient scripture!"

"Very ancient scriptures! Extremely good! Maybe it's a great opportunity to break through the eleventh realm!"

Many of the ten realms have extraordinary vision, and just by looking at them, one can feel the impressive aura emanating from the ancient scriptures.

In fact, it can be guessed just based on the origin. How can the scriptures engraved on the coffin of the peerless emperor and the personal saber worn by him be ordinary?
Obviously, this peerless emperor is looking for an inheritor to pass on this scripture.

Only those who get the bamboo sword and the green mountain have the chance to get this ancient scripture!

The golden scriptures appeared from the coffin and the vision of bamboo swords and green mountains. Every word was in disordered order and floated in the air.

An Le sat in front of the coffin, raised her head, her eyes were like torches, staring at these chaotic and disorderly floating ancient scriptures like elves, the scriptures jumping out of the bronze coffin were disorderly and scattered, but But with a unique mystery.

And the scriptures wriggling out of every inch of skin on the body seem to echo those light and elf-like words from a distance, pulling the scriptures to add to themselves.

In the Anle Meixin Niwan Palace, the mind shines brightly, the rays of the sun surge, interweaving into a strange light curtain, as if there are mysterious symbols floating and sinking.

Ding!
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound!
Under the guidance of An Le's mind, a floating golden text suddenly made a crisp sound, was drawn from the floating air, and slapped An Le's body fiercely!

The golden text is like a body inlaid, and the surroundings where the text and the body fit together are lined with cracks, and blood flows out uncontrollably.

An Le's physical body is absolutely impressive, refining the Shanhe Cauldron, it is incomparably powerful, even compared to some first-rank magic weapons.

However, at this moment, under the fit of the scriptures, it was like being branded with a soldering iron, making it difficult to resist and contend.

An Le even heard the sound of skin being burned, "chi chi chi chi" resounded, extremely creepy!
These scriptures seem to have turned into a ball of fire!

The scriptures were pulled one by one, stuck to An Le's body, and branded marks, which made An Le's physical body feel unbearable, almost shattered and collapsed!
Let the flesh and blood burst into pieces!

Under the Void Armor, An Le's forehead was dripping with sweat, the beads of sweat were as big as a little finger, rolling down continuously.

This kind of pain makes life worse than death. It is the pain of the physical body extending to the soul level. Ordinary people are afraid that they will die from the pain a long time ago. It is unbearable.

Ke Anle gritted her teeth, her will was like a rock, and she withstood the torture of integrating the scriptures.

There are more and more cracks on the body, and the whole person is covered by black cracks like a spider web, looking hideous and terrifying!
Blood flowed out from the cracks in the broken body, but even if the blood was densely covered, the golden scriptures could not be covered up.

"The scriptures and seal script form an extraordinary body. Your Majesty also walked this path back then. The ancient scriptures are extraordinary. Those who can carry the ancient scriptures must undoubtedly have amazing talents."

"Little guy, if you feel that you can't bear it, then give up. Half of the ancient scriptures are enough for you to go out of the way. You can't bear the complete ancient scriptures. It is not a good thing to insist on bearing the seal script."

The old monster's voice resounded in An Le's mind.

The tone was dignified, as if to make Anle think calmly and not be too impulsive.

However, An Le didn't answer him, or it could be said that he didn't care to pay attention to the old monster's reminder at this moment.

The scriptures are right in front of you, and the complete ancient scriptures have been drawn, how can An Le give up?
Since the peerless Emperor Ying Qin could do it, why couldn't he do it?
In the spine, the mountains and rivers trembled, as if there were visions of mountains and rivers emerging, as if the heavens and the earth had been opened up to hang in the air.

An Le sits cross-legged among the visions of mountains and rivers, like a dream.

The blood sprayed rustlingly, and the cracked flesh continued to bleed, but he did not change his face, bearing the ancient scriptures imposed on himself!
hum...

Above the sky above the Void Armor, the old monster's skinny body emerged. It was the body of a primordial spirit, with emotion, appreciation, and anticipation in his eyes.

As for what he was looking forward to, maybe he was looking forward to An Le being able to assemble the complete ancient scriptures and realize the performance of the peerless emperor ten thousand years ago.

The Void Armor broke away from An Le's body, revealing An Le's constantly cracking flesh.

The precious tree was born on An Le's shoulder, but it was crying out in pain, and it was hard to hide the scream.

"It hurts, it hurts to death!"

"Let me leave, I would rather die than suffer this torture!"

"Master is just a tree, why bother to suffer so much?"

The treasure tree howled miserably, the scriptures were attached to the body of Anle, and there was a faint golden flame burning under the treasure tree, and the flames clung to the branches of the treasure tree, making the leaves of the treasure tree ignite like golden flames.

One person and one tree, the appearance is too miserable, as if it will be burned to ashes in the flames at any time.

However, while the flames were burning, they resisted indomitably and never died.

The scriptures are not afraid of fire, and in the strange flames, it seems that the scriptures are complete in Anle's body a little bit.

……

……

"This ancient scripture... is beyond the reach of ordinary people!"

"Anle carries this scripture with his body. There is no vision in half of the scriptures, but the complete scriptures can be assembled, as if the heavens do not allow the scriptures to exist. The sufferings suffered are not much weaker than the disasters of the ten realms. !"

"The golden flame...although it is different from the fire of Nirvana, it is also extremely good. The perception of the mind is as if the mind will be burned, and the avenue will be burned to ashes under the flames!"

On the silver chain, many strong men of the ten realms who were fighting for crossing watched this scene, and they were extremely shocked.

Is that ancient scripture so terrifying?

However, the more terrifying it is, the more excited and trembling the practitioners of the tenth realm are, because this means that they may have really found a great opportunity to break into the eleventh realm!
In today's era of weak cultivation, the eleventh realm is as difficult as reaching the sky, and they may not see hope in their entire lives.

But today in this ancient tomb, seeing the young man refine the ancient scriptures and gain a glimpse of the hope of the eleventh realm, how can he not be agitated!
"This ancient scripture must be obtained!"

The ruler of Hell Palace, a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes and exuding extreme nobility, said in a deep voice.

He started to walk forward on the silver chain, he no longer chose to move forward slowly, but rushed to the barrier in anger.

The silver chains trembled, whipping the innate spiritual energy in the great lake, causing the spiritual energy to evaporate, like clouds steaming under the clouds, extremely dreamy and ethereal, above the chains, ancient symbols were activated, and accompanied by clanging sounds, they transformed into various arrays. Law and institutions!
The space seems to have been cut open, and an ancient mechanism that has been dusty in the space for thousands of years has been triggered.

There is a bronze ballista standing behind the crack. The cold crossbow arrows exude a strong evil spirit, and there is even a terrifying breath of death.

This crossbow arrow is made of the bone of a demon king of ten realms, with ancient symbols engraved on it!
The crossbow shot out, making the hair on the head of the Lord of Hell who is stronger than the chains stand on end, but when he made the decision to force his way, he was already mentally prepared!

In the palm of your hand, there is a miniature palace, entwined with bands of blood energy, and countless souls of the dead are wailing and suffering in the palace.

The palace was thrown by the lord, with a majestic mental shock, the phantom of the palace grew stronger and collided with the crossbow arrow!
Countless souls of the dead were annihilated, but the power of the crossbow arrows was also wiped away.

The ruler of Hell Mansion has a serious expression on his face, and he took this opportunity to move forward!
when!
With a crisp sound, the arrow pierced hard on the ground of the palace, and exploded with a bang, the symbol on the arrow was activated, and the symbol expanded and copied, sweeping around in an instant.

The palace trembled, countless souls of the dead were annihilated, and even a hideous crack opened on the ground.

The Lord of Hell's Palace looked pale, although his heart ached, but for the sake of the ancient scriptures, he had to sacrifice his background!

The Hell Palace is also a powerful force that has been passed down for a long time. Even before the birth of the Ying Qin Empire, the era when a hundred schools of thought contended, it showed its splendor. In that era, it was called the Yin-Yang Family.

The Lord of Hell, with the help of the treasure of the palace, kept resisting the secrets of the mechanism. Although the palace was worn out, it supported him to move forward continuously, and he caught up with Emperor Yuanmeng and followed in his footsteps.

He wants to climb the Lingtai to see the ancient scriptures at a very close distance. On the silver chain, he can see the scriptures on An Le's body like flowing fire, but he can't emotionally capture the words of the scriptures, as if shrouded in a hazy fairy mist, making him It is difficult to get a glimpse of the truth.

The other ten-level powerhouses looked hesitant and gritted their teeth. They also took out their cards at the bottom of the box, intending to break through the silver chains.

They also knew that instead of continuing to slowly reproduce the path of the silver-armored figure, it would be better to forcefully break through the mechanism and formation of the silver chain.

Although it may be dangerous, you can get in touch with the ancient scriptures faster!
boom!
Emperor Yuan Meng glanced at the Lord of Hell Mansion behind him, ignored him, and strode forward.

The green mountains and bamboo swords, together with the scriptures on the coffin of the first emperor...even the emperor Yuanmeng was moved.

He knew that the scriptures definitely had a great relationship with breaking the eleventh realm!
"Entering the mausoleum alone, the fundamental requirement is the ninth dragon vein, and refining the ninth dragon vein, you can achieve the No. For the opportunity to break through the twelve realms!"

Emperor Yuanmeng had a burly body, and his aura was like a big sun, shining brightly everywhere, dispelling the fairy mist from the transpiration of the innate spiritual liquid, like two spotlights, tearing away the mist, and shining directly on the bronze Lingtai.

The old dragon guarding the Lingtai uttered a dragon chant. This is a pure-blooded real dragon, and even a dragon king. In its heyday, it would be so powerful, even if Emperor Yuanmeng wanted to suppress the opponent. !
But now, guarding the tomb for thousands of years, under the erosion of the years, this real dragon has lost its full strength, its blood has decayed, and its combat power has dropped sharply.

Emperor Yuan Meng became more and more domineering and rampant. With one punch, the power of the dragon's veins surged, the old dragon wailed, and the dragon's scales cracked and flew, but there was no dragon blood in the body, because the old dragon's energy and blood were exhausted, and it was already difficult. There was blood spilled.

The dragon race is considered a long-lived race, with the same origin as the monster race, and has a long lifespan, which can reach thousands of years, or even ten thousand years.

However, this real dragon was already quite old when it was buried in the tomb, and now that it is reborn, it has withstood the erosion of thousands of years and is already too old to fight against.

Emperor Yuanmeng attacked fiercely, and the old dragon's scales were constantly cracked, and little bits of almost dried up dragon blood splashed out.

On the altar.

The skinny soul of the old monster hovered above An Le's body, unwilling to interfere with An Le's complete ancient scriptures.

At this moment, seeing the scene where the old dragon resisted desperately and loyally, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"When the tomb is opened, the opportunities His Majesty left for the world will naturally be dissipated. Don't stop them, let them come, and give yourself a good death."

The old monster said softly.

Emperor Yuan Meng hit the old dragon's head with one punch, breaking a dragon horn that was as old as a rotten wood. If it was in its heyday, this dragon horn would be absolutely sharp, like a heavenly soldier!
The old dragon spattered blood, but the huge dragon body never obeyed the old monster's wishes and retreated away.

Suddenly, the old dragon's mouth trembled, and he made a sound, uttering words.

"Old dragon, I have guarded for thousands of years, how can I give up now? Your Majesty spreads opportunities, but the old dragon still wants to continue my loyalty!"

The old dragon said in a deep voice.

"At the last moment of life, continue the glory of thousands of years ago, and continue the promise of the dragon clan of that era!"

The deep voice sounded like the voice of an old man who was dying.

The old dragon roared, but did not retreat, and continued to rush towards Emperor Yuanmeng. The broken dragon body and dragon scales were shattered, and there were bloodstains intertwined. , but the old dragon still chooses to fight to the death!

"Compared to the dragons of this era, the dragons of thousands of years ago have much more true feelings."

Emperor Yuanmeng said in a soft voice, his hair flying vigorously.

"In that case, I'll give you a good time!"

Emperor Yuanmeng put his hands on his waist and raised them violently. Suddenly, there was a terrifying saber aura raging and intertwined, like magma erupting from a boiling volcanic crater, rushing into the sky, and then sprinkled densely on the world!

The old dragon was cut off in the center by a flash of brilliant blade light, and amidst the wailing sound, the old dragon fell into the great lake of psychic liquid.

The dragon's head floated on the surface of the great lake, and the longan looked towards the coffin of the Lingtai, feeling relieved.

"Your Majesty, the old dragon has done his duty."

"Thousands of years have passed, and the old dragon is tired and exhausted..."

boom!
The great lake of spiritual liquid caused great waves.

The body of the old dragon then sank into the bottom of the great lake of spiritual liquid, and with a bang, he lost his breath.

All the strong men in the ten realms around were silent, feeling inexplicably sad. Even the ten realms of the Dragon Clan had lost their powerful power over the years, no longer domineering and unparalleled, and finally withered away their qi and blood.

Many people present saw their ending and fate, and lamented in their hearts.

Standing behind Emperor Yuanmeng, the Lord of Hell Mansion saw the domineering Emperor Yuanmeng slaying a dragon, his eyes showed a solemn look, and the pressure increased.

He shifted his gaze, staring at the dragon corpse at the bottom of the pond, and suddenly flashed a bold idea, wanting to refine the dragon corpse at the bottom of the great lake of spiritual liquid.

However, as soon as his thoughts surfaced, his hairs stood on end, and his soul seemed to be locked.

He looked at the skinny old man above the altar, whose body was filled with comfort and scriptures.

The old man's empty eyes seemed to be burning with ghostly will-o'-the-wisps, staring at him, seeing through his thoughts.

If he dared to refine the dragon corpse, he might encounter catastrophe.

Therefore, the Lord of the Hell Mansion dared not move any more, holding the blood-filled palace in his palm, and being vigilant.

Holding a scimitar in his hand, Emperor Yuanmeng stepped forward with a peerless posture, like mountains moving and rolling, tyrannical and unparalleled!
Boom boom boom!
On the silver chains, ancient symbols were intertwined into a gorgeous formation, but over the years, the power of the formation has worn away a lot, and all of them were broken by Emperor Yuanmeng forcefully.

Crossbow arrows made of demon bones shot out one after another, vaguely, in the space crack, there seemed to be a peacock-shaped crossbow, just like a peacock spreading its tail!
This is the ultimate work of the Mohist magical mechanism!
Even Emperor Yuan Meng became vigilant at this moment, swiping the scimitar, and the light from this precious scimitar was like a waterfall, intertwining in front of him, blocking crossbow arrows one after another, made of demon bones The crossbow arrows were intertwined with lightning-like runes, and they exploded instantly.

Emperor Yuanmeng stood with the silver chains, and countless thunder and fireworks exploded around him!

Seeing this scene, many ten-level powerhouses felt terrified and terrified.

If they were to stand in the position of the Yuanmeng Emperor and be attacked and killed by the masterpieces of the Mohism's magical institutions, they would be at least severely injured, or even risked falling, and they would no longer be able to compete for the treasure on the Lingtai!

However, Emperor Yuanmeng really deserved to be the pride of this era, the brilliant sword light exuded the ultimate mystery, the power of the eight dragon veins flowed down, and he walked out of the killing field of the peacock mechanism crossbow intact.

"Thousands of years have worn down the power of this machine crossbow, otherwise, Gu would really be injured and bleed."

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes were deep, and there was no obstacle in front of him. His burly body stepped forward, sweeping away the remaining waves of crossbow runes with powerful blood.

He finally reached the end of the silver chain, stepped out, and landed on the bronze altar.

In an instant, the entire altar trembled, and the spiritual liquid under the altar seemed to be boiling and steaming, turning into pillars of air pouring upside down, beautiful and beautiful, just like a lotus flower enveloping the altar!
Stepping into the Lingtai, Emperor Yuanmeng's complexion changed slightly. He did not look at Anle who had comprehended the ancient scriptures, but stared at the huge bronze coffin.

The power of the eight dragon veins in his body was stirring uncomfortably, as if a real dragon was roaring!

If it is placed in this world, it will inevitably cause the earth to shake, mountains and rivers to collapse, and rivers to divert!
"The dragon veins are restless... the ninth dragon vein is in this spiritual platform!"

Emperor Yuanmeng thought of something, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was very pleasantly surprised!

In the era of exhaustion in practice, he was talented and evil, but it was difficult to find a way to step into the eleventh realm. In desperation, he had to choose the road of refining dragon veins, but lacking a dragon vein, he was still stuck. At the peak of the tenth realm, half a step at the eleventh realm, it is difficult to take that crucial step, which seems to break the rules of heaven and earth.

Now, he sees hope and has found the ninth dragon vein, the future is in front of him!
The old monster was skinny and bony, sitting upright in the void above the altar, the surrounding space was intertwined with cracks, almost hiding in the cracks, as if he no longer showed his figure.

He looked at Emperor Yuanmeng who had stepped into the Lingtai, his blood was like a melting pot, and his saber energy was like a sun. With sunken eyes, he looked at Anle and sighed slightly.

"It still failed."

"After all, the cultivation base is still too weak... If you have a ten-level cultivation base, you can step into the extraordinary, change your physical body, and carry the ancient scriptures with your physical body, it is not impossible, but now, it is still not good enough."

The old monster sighed softly, the miracle never happened after all.

The origin of the ancient scriptures is too mysterious, mysterious and powerful, and extremely ancient. He once heard Emperor Ying Qin say that the ancient scriptures may be the practice scriptures of an even older period, written by the sages of the human race who led the rise of the human race in the barbaric era. Creation of the scriptures.

Even if it is inheritance, it needs to be divided into upper and lower parts, with bamboo swords and green mountains and Shihuang's coffin as carriers respectively, in order to record the complete ancient scriptures.

An Le may really have the talent and qualifications to comprehend, but unfortunately...he came too early, his cultivation base is not enough, and he cannot carry the complete ancient scriptures!
boom!
Emperor Yuanmeng's mood was agitated, and the vibration of the dragon vein was pulled.

In the Lingtai, it seems that the ninth dragon vein is about to be born, as if it is about to burst out of the coffin!
On the silver chain, many cultivators of the tenth realm were shocked, and some even showed anxiety, fearing that Emperor Yuanmeng would really get the power of the ninth dragon vein, break through the barrier bottleneck of the eleventh realm, and achieve detachment in terms of cultivation!
At that time, I am afraid that no one can resist the power of Emperor Yuanmeng!
However, on the silver chains, the ancient runes and mechanisms showed their power. Under single attack, they were unable to break through as fiercely as Emperor Yuanmeng. They were entangled and moved forward with difficulty, very slowly.

When the ruler of the Hell Palace faced the ultimate Mohism mechanism, the divine crossbow like a peacock opening its screen, even with the treasure of the palace in his hand, he was still entangled and difficult to break through.

On the Lingtai, Emperor Yuanmeng is magnificent, with vigorous hair flying, shirtless upper body, bronze skin blooming, muscles like horned dragons, containing explosive power, entangled with the power of dragon veins, like ancient gods and demons in the dust.

He didn't pay attention to the ninth dragon vein that was about to be born from the bronze coffin that was drawn by his qi, Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes shifted, and fell on the Anle who was sitting on the ground, with precious trees growing on his shoulders, and scriptures all over his body like burning fire.

He stared at the ancient scriptures on An Le's flesh and read them. However, what surprised him was that, given his state, the readings were extremely obscure, which was unbelievable.

His eyes were bright, and he judged more and more the value of this ancient scripture, maybe it really hides the mystery of stepping into the twelve realms!

The scriptures dancing in the void were attached to Anle's body one by one. Anle's body cracked, and the scriptures burned like golden fire.

Emperor Yuan Meng also tried to read and capture the scriptures floating in the air, but even though his powerful mind was beating, the scriptures were not attracted at all and remained motionless.

And those scriptures are messy and disorderly, and he can't see through them. He can only observe the complete ancient scriptures through his peaceful body.

But even if you observe An Le's body, it is not easy to obtain the ancient scriptures, because the scriptures are constantly wriggling on An Le's body, and the order is chaotic, and it is impossible to get the complete scriptures, even the first half. Straighten it out.

"You can't kill this son. The ancient scriptures are inscribed in this son's body, but you can't kill him."

"If you want to kill him, you have to wait for him to carry the complete ancient scriptures on the body, the moment the scriptures are finished, the moment the scriptures appear in the world, and the complete scriptures are captured before you can do it. Otherwise, you will destroy the ancient scriptures. The gain outweighs the loss."

Emperor Yuan Meng frowned slightly, thinking.

However, Emperor Yuan Meng raised his head to look at the scrawny old monster, and asked, "A primordial spirit possesses such a terrifying aura, sir...was it the eleventh realm in its heyday?"

The old monster stared at the Emperor Yuanmeng with a faint glint in his eyes.

When he sensed that Emperor Yuan Meng would not kill An Le for the time being, he gave up the need to take action.

"An old bone is about to perish and dissipate in the world. It used to be the eleventh level, so what?"

The old monster said softly.

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes were shining, this was the first Eleventh Realm he had seen alive after the Saint Master!
"The primordial spirit has left the body and lived for thousands of years with the method of self-proclaimed deep sleep?"

"Good trick."

Emperor Yuan Meng praised sincerely, and was shocked by the other party's whimsical ideas. You must know that even if it is a strong man in the tenth realm, his lifespan is only 200 years longer than the [-]-year limit of the ninth realm. Living for [-] years, it does not rule out that some strong people have special secrets, and they can live another [-] years, which is enough for a thousand years.

However, to live for ten thousand years... is simply a fantasy that cannot be realized.

The life of the monster clan is long, but it is an extravagant hope for the monster clan to live for ten thousand years. It is extremely rare, and the ten thousand year old monster can be called a rare treasure.

There may be ten thousand year old demon masters in Kunpeng Mountain, and those ten thousand year old demon masters have also run out of fuel, like old dragons, exhausted of energy and blood, dying soon, and dare not fight fiercely.

"Extraordinary skills are not worth mentioning. The foundation is to be strong."

The old monster said with a smile.

Emperor Yuan Meng didn't hurt An Le, but he was also happy to talk to the hero of this era of exhaustion.

However, the two did not talk for long.

Suddenly, they all looked at An Le, who was sitting in front of the coffin, covered with scriptures like fire, and there was surprise in the eyes of the two of them!

An Le's mind sank, and the scriptures were brilliantly transformed into chapters, one by one scriptures were branded on his body, burning his body like a flame, causing him unbearable pain.

However, An Le did not choose to give up because of such pain.

He tried his best and showed all means.

In the Dao Fruit space, [Emperor] and [Eternal Wizard] Dao Fruits appeared one after another. The two Dao Fruits were like big stars shining brightly, alleviating the pain of An Le, and at the same time improving An Le's comprehension, drawing the brand of the scriptures The speed of the physical body is faster.

Even, when An Le gritted his teeth, the scriptures were like flames, burning his body, he actually continuously pulled the qi and blood out of his body, burned them with the flames of the scriptures, boiled the qi and blood, and tempered the body!
Among the five internal organs, the ancient demon and the five birds and visions roared to help him share the scriptures.

The scriptures added to the vision of the five birds of the ancient demon, so that the vision of the five birds continued to collapse, but reorganized again.

After more than ten rounds of continuous disintegration and reorganization, the visions of the ancient demon and five birds reappeared, all with splendid scriptures. The scriptures are no longer limited to covering the surface of the skin, but are reflected inside.

boom! ! !
Anle's qi and blood burst out, intertwined behind the body.

A mountain of qi and blood full of scriptures, suspended behind An Le, the mountain of qi and blood attached to the scriptures, seems to add a little bit of ancient atmosphere, like a high mountain straddling the wild world!
Majestic, vast, magnificent!
Extraordinary!

An Le's physical body carved scriptures, his body cracked, but his qi and blood became more and more tyrannical, and his cultivation of the Seven Realms of Body Forging and Moving Blood Mountain was completely pushed to perfection!
An Le's spiritual cultivation base was baptized by the will of heaven and earth in the Mohist mansion, so she set foot on the seven realms of refining the gods, only one step away from the eight realms of imaginary travel.

Now, body forging has also reached the perfection of the seven realms.

So far, An Le's two seventh realms of spiritual training and body training have been completed, and he is only a step away from the eighth realm!
The eight realms of exercising the body are God's presence, and the eight realms of refining the gods are spirit travel. They are all related to the will of heaven and earth. They need to comprehend the will of heaven and earth, and use the will of heaven and earth to baptize the body and mind before they can realize the leap!
This is a very crucial realm!

Starting from the eight realms, it really involves the will of heaven and earth, and the realm of Tao!

Of course, the cultivation base of the eight realms is simply to comprehend the will of heaven and earth, extradite the presence of gods, and with the help of divine travel, the god here is the will of heaven and earth.

But if you want to step into the Ten Realms, you need to control the will of the world, transform and condense your own Dao.

This is also the reason why the ten realms are called extraordinary.

This is also the reason why Anle Double Seventh Realm can fight Ninth Realm, but cannot confront the real late Ninth Realm and consummated powerhouses.

Because in the late stage of the Nine Realms, one already needs to start to figure out one's own Dao, and to complete the Nine Realms, one needs to condense the embryonic form of the Dao.

Like Zhao Huangting, the prototype of his avenue is the way of swordsmanship, the meaning of the sword becomes the way, bamboo branches, fragrant grasses, young people's swim, and the three types of Cipai sword moves contain the prototype of Zhao Huangting's avenue, but the embryonic form of the avenue is not the avenue, and the power can be improved. After all, it is limited.

At this moment, Anle's body training has been pushed to the perfection of the seven realms by the ancient scriptures, and he can clearly feel that the current physical body... is simply unable to carry the complete ancient scriptures. The wish to complete the ancient scriptures is bound to fail.

He must break through the seven realms, set foot on the eighth realm of body training, extradite the will of heaven and earth, and maybe have the opportunity to bless the complete ancient scriptures on his body!
An Le gritted her teeth, her whole body was cracked, not a single part was intact, the scriptures were as brilliant as the firelight from the sun, and they burned brilliantly. If this continues, the body will surely collapse, cracked inch by inch, and exploded into hundreds of pieces of meat.

Under such circumstances, An Le no longer hesitates, let's go!
He stood up and wanted to grab the green mountain bamboo sword stuck in the ground, but the embarrassing thing was that he couldn't pull out the green mountain bamboo sword at all. The bamboo sword was nailed to the altar, and a vision appeared, as if it had taken root.

An Le had no choice but to squint at the precious tree on her shoulder, raised her hand and broke off a branch of the precious tree. The branch became three and a half feet long, with green onion leaves fluttering on it.

"Ah! Master is going to die! The scriptures burned the tree, and the brother Le who pitted the tree broke the branches of the master! Killed the tree!"

Baoshu howled miserably, as if suffering endless inhuman torture.

An Le couldn't care about him at the moment, panting, his whole body was covered with cracks and cracks, using the branches of precious trees as swords, dancing with the sword intent he had comprehended, red heart mountains and rivers!

In the physical body, there is sword energy surging!

At this moment, the Tongshen sword body explodes with energy!

The sword intent swept across, and on the cracked flesh, under the scriptures of fire, every pore was spraying with sword light, and the sword energy was like a long rainbow, like haze, like a vast ocean!

The will of heaven and earth was really pulled in, and it was as majestic as the Milky Way, and even showed its true form!

boom!
The joy of dancing swords, bathing in the will of heaven and earth, is like a sword dancer reflected in time and space.

Qi and blood trembled and surged, and the mountains of Qi and blood intertwined rose from the ground, supporting Anle's body, and went straight into the sky!
The sword dancer, formed by the will of heaven and earth, stands on the top of the mountain of Qi and blood, dancing the sword, like a god who masters the way of the sword descends!

Using the intent of the sword to mobilize the will of heaven and earth, and even lay the foundation for a peaceful future, may be the way of the sword.

However, just when An Le himself thought that the way of the future would be the way of the sword.

In the Dao Fruit space, each Dao Fruit trembled like a big star.

Suiyue Daoguo [Tongshen Sword Body], [Eternal Wizard], [Emperor], [Fearless Heart], etc...

Unexpectedly, all the reflections emerged, hanging above Qi and Blood Mountain, like stars reflecting the shadows and sword dances on the top of the mountain.

In Niwan Palace, the vision of the trickling river of time rushes out, hanging like a rainbow over the mountain of Qi and blood, and the stars reflected by the fruits of the years shine brightly in the river of time!
An Le stood where she was, trembling all over her body!
The will of heaven and earth blends with the long river of time.

Let An Le understand that the avenue he will master in the future, maybe... not only the way of swordsmanship, but also an additional avenue, the avenue named years!
However, this is a road destined to be difficult and rugged.

boom! ! !
On An Le's body, the energy and blood suddenly soared, and the originally overwhelmed physical body, the breath soared and surged!
In the Niwan Palace, the long river of time reflects the Daoguo stars, and the mind also achieves a surge and soaring. The heart sword of colorful glaze rises, bathing in the baptism of the mind, reflecting the long rays of the sun, merging the will of heaven and earth, and transforming into the heart sword of the eight realms. , Walking across the vision of the long river of time, it's like a fugue!

At this moment, An Le's physical training and spiritual training have both stepped into the eighth realm of cultivation!
Yi Le, who danced the sword with the branches of the precious tree, suddenly stopped, and stood still, with a burst of breath.

The spiritual liquid around the altar suddenly transpired, and was drawn by An Le, gathering into his body like a whirlpool, continuously merging into the body, nourishing the body!

An Le opened his eyes, his pupils were full of auspicious light, and he stared at the golden scriptures floating out of the coffin.

Breathing out a mouthful of turbid air, his mind was suddenly covered like a big net!

boom!
The remaining dozens of ancient scriptures were snatched up one after another!

Dangdang Dangdang!
The text of the ancient scriptures hit Anle's body, and the sound of metal and iron clashing exploded, like the roar of an ancient bell, and the evening drum and morning bell are melodious!
As soon as An Le set foot on the body of the Eight Realms Immortal Tour, it burst again and intertwined with countless dense cracks, just like porcelain about to break.

However, even if the body is covered with cracks, it cannot be concealed, the radiance of the complete ancient scriptures is as bright as the scorching sun!

Dazzling and eye-catching, just like a golden body of Buddha!

In the sunken eyes of the old monster floating in mid-air, there was a strange color and a touch of bewilderment...

It worked?
This son actually forcibly broke through the realm barrier and set foot on the eighth realm when his physical body was about to be broken!
Freak!
Emperor Yuan Meng was also shocked, but after the shock, his eyes flickered brilliantly, staring at An Le who was covered in golden light, revealing a touch of surprise!
"This kind of ancient scriptures, I want them alone!"

Emperor Yuanmeng's aura suddenly surged like a mountain roar and a tsunami, and he walked towards An Le.

However, as soon as he took a step, his steps stopped suddenly.

In the center of the altar, the coffin, which was as huge as a house, suddenly trembled.

On top of the bronze coffin, the huge coffin lid suddenly exploded, and after a violent tumble, it slammed down on the altar, making a thunderous roar that shook the entire altar.

Inside the coffin, the ninth dragon vein looks like a real dragon.

Accompanied by the dragon chant, soar into the sky!

ps: [-]D update, ask for new January, ask for monthly pass, ask for recommendation ticket support wow!Lao Li begged on his knees!

(End of this chapter)