Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years
Chapter 199 A plan spanning thousands of years, the corpse turns into a drought and wants to live an
Chapter 199 A plan spanning thousands of years, the corpse turns into a drought and wants to live another life
An arm protruded abruptly from the ancient coffin. What kind of terrifying picture is this?
What is buried in the coffin is the first emperor who was peerless thousands of years ago and who dared to rebel against the heavens. Although in that era, he was extremely powerful, swallowed thousands of miles, and overwhelmed the world.
However, now that thousands of years have passed, in the command room of the Ten Thousand Years Bulletin, how could a person who had been dead for ten thousand years come back to life?Stretch out an arm again?
Is this to touch the world and come back to life?
Or, that peerless emperor has not died yet?Want to recover in this life?
No matter what the situation is, it will be a very horrifying result for the world. What a terrible impact it will have on this era if the peerless emperor revives after ten thousand years of death?
boom! ! !
He grabbed the soul of the Lord of Hell with his arm.
The soul of this strong man who has completed ten realms has survived the three disasters. The fire of Nirvana, the wind of breaking the gods and the thunder of annihilation are all unable to damage his soul, which is enough to show his strength, but this strength But in front of the outstretched arm, he became extremely fragile!
An Le sat cross-legged, entangled by the chains protruding from the Primordial Spirit of the Lord of Hell, entangled into a cocoon, wrapped in the cocoon, his brows bloomed with brilliance, as if he could hear the rush of the long river of time sound.
His primordial spirit was condensed, he stepped into the eight realms of refining gods, and felt the will of heaven and earth.
The vision of the long river of time is becoming more and more clear, because he has realized the power of time from the will of heaven and earth, and maybe in the future he will create his own way of time and become a practitioner who controls the time.
Of course, there is only this rudiment now, and it is still unknown whether it will be truly successful.
And An Le's physical body has been tempered to the eighth level, and he has refined the second mountain and river tripod. At this moment, he has become extremely powerful. Coupled with the attachment of ancient scriptures, his physical body is enough to be called the most powerful under the tenth level. Flesh!
However, despite this, Anle still has nothing to do in the face of the oppression of the powerful soul of the Lord of Hell.
That is the gap in strength, from the ninth realm to the tenth realm, is a truly great leap, a realm beyond the ordinary.
No matter how peerless and evil An Le is, he may still be able to fight against the ordinary Ten Realm, so that he won't be killed in an instant, but he can't resist the powerful Ten Realm like the Lord of Hell who has survived the three disasters. .
However, he can't stop it, but he can wake up the peerless emperor who has been sleeping for thousands of years to help.
After all, this is the emperor's tomb, here, An Le actually has a lot of confidence.
boom!
The Lord of Hell's face was distorted, and he was extremely horrified. His arm was holding onto his primordial spirit. Even though the power of his primordial spirit was constantly venting and crashing into the palm of his hand, he couldn't shake it at all.
I can only watch helplessly as this arm squeezes his soul!
That incomparable power made him despair, it was... the eleventh realm!
The bursting primordial spirit seemed to turn into light and rain, and the power of mind and spirit was intertwined all around, trying to condense and form again.
The primordial spirit power is invisible and ignorant, it is a very special spiritual power, and it is not so easy to be annihilated.
Light and rain interweaved the face of the Lord of Hell, but above the face, the fear became more and more obvious, because a suction force broke out in the coffin, and his imploding primordial spirit was facing the force of this inexplicable suction force. To pull, to be pulled into the coffin.
Once pulled into the coffin, what will be faced, the Lord of Hell will know without thinking deeply, it must be an extremely miserable result!
"No!"
The Lord of Hell Mansion roared, and a powerful force burst out from the primordial spirit, as if vaguely trying to communicate with the nether world.
However, a ray of sword light shot out from inside the coffin, slashing lightly.
The bridge connection between the Lord of Hell and Nether was cut off without any suspense.
The twisted primordial spirit was dragged into the coffin bit by bit, wrapped in despair and panic, and the protruding arm also retracted into the coffin.
Everything is at peace.
Only the tattered body of the Lord of Hell was left, standing still, with horror in his eyes.
The blood-colored chains that engulfed Anle also completely lost their strength. The light between Anle's brows burst out, and the colorful glazed luster of the heart sword surged endlessly, cutting through the blood-colored chains.
Without the support of the Primordial Spirit of the Lord of Hell, the bloody Primordial Spirit chains, like dry vines, with the power of the Heart Sword, cut open easily like cutting tofu, allowing An Le's body to regain its light.
There was a shrill howl, and blood-colored rain seemed to splash over the altar.
In the end, there was silence.
On the tattered body of the Lord of Hell, the remaining soul consciousness returned to the body, and thousands of horrors appeared in his eyes.
He stared at the coffin and began to retreat without hesitation.
If he wanted to leave this place, stay away from the coffin, or even leave this ancient tomb, he didn't think about the so-called chance at all.
Because his primordial spirit was beheaded, the blood of his primordial spirit was shot red, and overflowed from the coffin, as if he had been swallowed, his primordial spirit was chewed, and his blood was sucked dry.
An Le who cut through the bloody chains, his eyes shone brightly.
At this moment, it was a bit unreasonable.
He looked at the Lord of Hell who was about to retreat, his body was tattered and corroded by ancient scriptures, and his body was about to wither and collapse.
In An Le's body, the ancient scriptures burned like a golden flame, like a rising sun, An Le was like a golden crow wrapped in the sun.
"Void Sanshou!"
An Le whispered, but at this moment, he chose to attack the broken body of the Lord of Hell!
With the cultivation base of the eight realms, against the land immortals of the ten realms!
Of course, at this moment, the Lord of Hell's body is broken and his primordial spirit is dead. He is only a newcomer to the cultivation of land immortals, and he is even a little unstable, and he is vaguely about to fall to the tenth realm.
But after all, it has never fallen, and it is still the tenth realm!
When the Lord of Hell was fleeing, he saw An Le killing him, and his eyes were filled with scarlet and madness!
This son... is rampant!
Is the fox pretending to be the tiger?
He can't deal with the mysterious existence in the coffin, and he can't deal with you, a practitioner of the eighth realm?
The gap between the Eighth Realm and the Tenth Realm is like a moat, even if he has been wiped out of his primordial spirit, even if his land immortal body has been festered and dilapidated, he can still show the power of the Tenth Realm, which cannot be suppressed by An Le!
"die!"
The blood of the Lord of Hell's body was sprayed, a surging power of the avenue emerged, and the long river of blood rolled, every drop of blood contained the power of the will of heaven and earth!
The coercion of the ten realms swept away, causing a terrifying scene like a mountain roar and a tsunami!
Anle was dressed in white, with golden light shining all over his body, like a group of golden crows wrapped in golden flames.
Void Sanshou, a total of five moves, is a secret technique learned from the Void Armor. It is extremely powerful. Anle speculates that it is an attacking method left by the Mohist giant in the eleventh level. It is extremely complicated and difficult to comprehend .
However, An Le's talent is extraordinary, plus An Le's compatibility of the Wukong Wusan Shou with the ancient demon Wu Qin makes it easier for him to master. Now, he can skillfully stretch the Wukong Wusan Shou, the only difference is that for The understanding of the artistic conception of the secret technique is different.
Facing the furious Lord of Hell, An Le was at peace with no fear, his body was radiant, and the golden flames were as dazzling as a bright sun. He stepped down and stomped on the altar, his muscles and bones roared, his qi and blood trembled, and he made the sound of gold and iron clashing!
The big palm formed by the interweaving of Qi, blood and mind bursts out with gorgeous silver light, and there is space power contained in it.
The palm of the hand fluctuates, just like a colorful demon tiger rushing out!
The Lord of Hell raised his arm that was festering and falling off flesh and blood, exposing the white bones. His arm was like a knife, and he slashed forward brazenly. The air was directly split, and he collided with the empty tiger-style Sanshou patted by Anle!
Apparently, the Lord of Hell also used a combat technique, but it was only with his arm, and the saber energy he slashed out was like the aura of a very powerful swordsman, enough to slash a mountain horizontally!
Boom!
The collision of the two major attacks, the venting of the air wave, the confrontation between the Void Sanshou and the Bloody Daomang, are evenly matched, and between the fusion of energy, the mutual collapse and elimination!
The Lord of Hell's body trembled violently, and the rate of flesh and blood falling from his body became faster and faster.
But An Le's void Sanshou was broken, but his eyes were still bright, he did not give up, striding forward, every pore was full of sword energy gushing out!
The sword energy is like a rainbow, like a cloud, like a vast sea!
It was actually in front of him, intertwined to form an ink painting scroll!
Heart Mountains and Rivers!
An Le is now like a peerless swordsman, every hair on his body can burst out with sword energy and sword intent!
This is Anle's strongest sword technique. After fusing the sword intent, stepping into the realm of the eight realms is like a god of swordsmanship descending.
There is a murderous intent hidden in the beautiful ink painting scroll, and he wants to cut the broken body of the Lord of Hell to this place!
The Lord of Hell's eyes were cold, fear and shock appeared in his eyes, and he was shocked by Anle's strength.
After all, An Le didn't use any hole cards this time, but used his own strength, void Sanshou combat skills, and Chixin Shanhe Sword Intent, which are real abilities of his own!
Therefore, this is what shocked the Lord of Hell the most, the cultivation base of the eight realms, and the resistance to the ten realms!
Fighting with a bigger realm is really terrifying!
Of course, the Lord of Hell also knows that the reason why An Le can do this is related to the fact that his own soul was beheaded and his body was broken. Today, he may be the lowest existence in the ten realms.
But... no matter how bottomed out, he is still in the tenth realm!
There was a look of disbelief in the eyes of the Lord of Hell, looking at An Le, who was surrounded by the ink-colored sword qi, and surrounded by the rout of flesh and blood, it seemed that there was a faint reflection of the ghost of hell.
He once again used his palm as a knife to extradite the ghost vision, and slashed out brazenly!
The sword qi collided with the saber qi, and the sword qi continued to collapse and collapse. However, the Chixin Shanhe sword's intention was difficult to resist, and there were faint signs of being cut open.
But Anle's hair is flying vigorously, his body is roaring, and the ancient scriptures and seal carvings of his body are carried by him. Now, the body is Anle's most powerful means!
On the eve when the Sword Intent Mountains and Rivers Map was torn apart, An Le turned into a falling golden fireball.
He slammed into Dao Qi fiercely.
Two huge mountain and river tripods emerged from the spine, hovering around the body, encircling it endlessly, Anle seemed to carry the mountains and rivers to kill!
Boom!
The ghost vision collides with the mountain and river vision!
An Le is dressed in white clothes to win the snow, with black hair flying vigorously, and ancient scriptures carved all over her body. She is close to the body of the Lord of Hell.
An Le became more and more courageous in the battle, but because of the annihilation of the primordial spirit and the collapse of the physical body, the Lord of Hell was like a landslide!
After colliding with An Le at close range, he was actually beaten to the point of bleeding by An Le's body!
There was a dull look in the eyes of the Lord of Hell, which was a look of humiliation. He had such an existence, and he once looked down on the world in the tenth realm, but today, he was actually confronted by An Le with his body, and suppressed by a young man in the eighth realm. It is difficult to obliterate Anle with the body.
Such achievements, to him, are a lifetime of shame, and he will become a stepping stone for the young man, like a gust of wind, blowing the young man straight to the top!
This is absolutely intolerable!
An Le's body trembled, and the two mountain and river tripods swirled around his body, like two circling meteorites, engulfed in a dark momentum, powerful and heavy, with the momentum like mountains and rivers suppressing.
An Le's eyes were bright, and his eyes shone with brilliance, his blood roared, his body's spiritual bones full of ancient scriptures were trembling, and his physical body was also a little turbulent when he confronted the Lord of Hell at close range.
But the effect was very good, which surprised An Le.
This means that An Le will no longer be helpless in the face of the ten realms, and may be able to have the strength to fight like the perfection of the nine realms.
This is quite terrifying, and it is amazing to do so with the cultivation base of the eight realms.
The Lord of Hell's eyes were gloomy, his power could crush An Le, his heart was palpitating, and he knew that he could no longer be entangled with An Le.
After all, he hasn't figured out what's going on inside that ancient bronze coffin, and whether he will make another move to show the killing. If there is another wave, he is afraid that he will really fall here.
His grand plan of supremacy and his plan to bring the Nether world back to the world may come to naught.
boom!
The Nether Palace beckoned towards An Le, and slammed it fiercely at An Le, emitting terrifying energy fluctuations.
However, because the Primordial Spirit of the Lord of Hell was beheaded, the control over the Nether Palace is no longer as powerful as before. The activation of the power of the magic weapon has a crucial impact on the cultivation of the user.
An Le stared at him, but he didn't confront the Nether Palace that was thrown at him head-on.
This netherworld palace, lingering with the ghostly atmosphere, is not weaker than the third-order treasure such as the Void Armor. Anle is now empty-handed. Unless he fights with the mountain and river tripod, Anle is likely to be damaged.
The Lord of Hell's heart was bleeding, full of rage, and felt that he was extremely despondent at the moment, like a bereaved dog.
hum...
Suddenly, the sound of sword chant burst out from above the Lingtai.
The Lord of Hell's heart trembled, and a wave of fear spread. He looked up, and saw the arm protruding from the coffin, and he didn't know when he grabbed a tattered bamboo sword.
The sword energy rose suddenly, with the coffin as the center, like the steam rising from boiling water, densely packed, like the curling of fairy air, and seemed to be enveloped and intertwined by a unique field.
But I saw the hand holding the sword waved lightly.
A beam of sword light diffused from the bamboo sword, cutting open the space in an instant, like a crescent moon tearing through the space.
The Lord of Hell's hair stood on end, and the threat of death completely enveloped his body.
"What kind of monster are you?"
"What are you? Is that Emperor Shihuang revived? Or a new will was born from the corpse?!"
The Lord of Hell House roared.
However, no matter how he roared, the existence in the bronze coffin remained indifferent, and the sword energy from the cut was finally approaching.
Gong Que picked it up and ruthlessly collided with the sword energy!
Boom!
The sword qi was gorgeous, like a violent storm, the bloody river surging out of the Nether Palace was cut off, and the endless dead bones and souls were purified by the sword qi.
This is an extremely domineering sword, the majestic sword energy seems to split the sky!
The Lord of Hell was bleeding, and most of his flesh and blood were shattered by the shock of the sword. The blood was splashed and sprinkled on the altar.
The Nether Palace turned into the size of a palm, its luster was dim, and it was smashed by the sword energy and fell on the bronze altar, sparks burst out, rubbing against the ground and flying out.
And the sword energy is like a dragon, unstoppable and extremely domineering.
As if the emperor had said a word, he would be beheaded as soon as he said it, and he could not be disobedient!
puff!
The Lord of Hell's body is extremely unwilling, but facing such a sword, there is nothing he can do.
The head flew high, the blood gushed like a pillar, the primordial spirit had already died, and now the body was beheaded again. This legendary mansion in the hell mansion, who stirred up the situation in this era, belonged to the world's top peerless powerhouse, has now fallen.
An Le landed on the ground, her eyes gleaming, golden flames burning all over her body, her figure flashed, and she appeared on the side of the Nether Palace that fell on the ground, stretched out her hand, and grabbed the Nether Palace.
The Nether Palace is undoubtedly a treasure, and its rank is not low. The moment An Le grasped the Nether Palace, he felt an extremely strange mind wave, and along his palm, he wanted to drill towards the inner spiritual space of his Niwan Palace.
How can An Le let him succeed? After slashing with the heart sword, after cutting off this connection, he created a storage space mark, tore a huge space crack, and threw this ghost palace into it. The position of the space mark is only He knew it, so this Nether Palace became his spoils of war.
The Lord of Hell Palace died, and the Nether Palace was lost.
All this happened in the blink of an eye, from the Lord of Hell's choice to attack An Le secretly, to An Le's counterattack, protruding his arm from the coffin that had been sealed for thousands of years, cutting off the soul of the Lord of Hell, and then beheading the Lord of Hell Physically, everything happened so fast.
The entire Lingtai was quiet, and the many ten-level powerhouses who were fighting for the front were dumbfounded, and the chill spread all over their bodies.
Some of them were shocked by the death of the Lord of Hell. This is a real strong man standing at the top of the ten realms. He has survived three catastrophes in refining the gods and achieved perfection in refining the gods. But it is also a genuine land fairy of the ten realms.
Such a strong person belongs to the strongest group in the ten realms present, only weaker than the Yuanmeng Emperor who swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger.
But for such a powerful existence, the primordial spirit was beheaded, the body was cut off, and it fell into the tomb completely!
This tomb, which has been dormant for thousands of years, was called a place of chance after it was opened, but now it has become a real place of bloodshed.
Of course, the arm protruding from the coffin is what shocked and feared the most powerful people. Does this mean that the emperor who died ten thousand years ago, that legendary figure, has come back to life? Win one life?
Even Emperor Yuanmeng, who was one with the soul and the body, beheaded a descendant of an immortal with force, was also extremely surprised, staring at the bronze coffin that was swaying like a surging tide.
Just like the doubts of the Lord of Hell, Emperor Yuanmeng was also vigilant and terrified. After he cut off the descendant of the immortal who used the blood of the immortal, no one would compete with him for the power of the dragon vein, but at this moment, he was not in a hurry To refine the ninth dragon vein, but to stare at the coffin.
Many ten realms that were confronting each other in the distance also stopped fighting one after another.
The eyes of the old sword master and the old heavenly master flickered, and they felt a little horrified in their hearts.
What is the most frightening thing about entering the tomb?
Naturally, the corpse buried in the coffin moved suddenly.
What's even more frightening is that the buried corpse is an extremely famous person, and he was a peerless existence standing on the top of the mountains and rivers in the world before his death.
The female Bodhisattva of Ganye Temple, the Time Buddha of Lanke Temple, the World Honored One of Lianhua Temple, and the ten-level powerhouses of the three Buddhist temples stopped their hands, and the light of Buddha lingered and intertwined all over their bodies.
Although they practice different Dharma, they still follow the path of Buddha in the end.
Gu Baijing, the owner of the Xiliang Kingdom, watched the Lord of Hell die, but he didn't even dare to fart. He had long been concerned about the tragic situation of Lord Hell, but as a partner, he didn't dare to help.
Above the Lingtai.
The space was shattered inch by inch, and the Mohist old monster wrapped under the Void Armor had a touch of excitement and shock in his deep sunken eyes, but at the same time there was a tension hidden deep in his eyes.
Another mysterious sarcophagus with strong breath also stopped.
The confrontation between the two statues of the eleventh realm came to a standstill because of an arm protruding from the bronze coffin.
The coffin in the center of the altar suddenly became the focus of the audience!
On the contrary, the scene of An Le, a cultivator of the eighth realm, fighting bloody against the Lord of Hell of the tenth realm has become insignificant.
An Le collected the Nether Palace, and quickly retreated into the coffin.
Because, in the presence, he was the only one who knew what happened when the arm was protruding from the coffin. It was because he used the Golden Elixir of the First Emperor's Sword Intent to transfer the will of the First Emperor from the stone figurine to the coffin. in the body.
However, An Le was actually terrified. After falling for thousands of years, his body did not rot in the time. It withered in the years, but it was still intact. With his outstretched arm, it seemed that he could still hear the terrifying fluctuations of Qi and blood.
It makes people suddenly feel that this eternal emperor may not have died at all, but just suspended animation.
A pair of extremely sharp eyes projected from all directions, locked on An Le's body, locked on the bronze coffin.
These are the gazes of tenth-level powerhouses. Anle is an eighth-level, and if he accidentally strays into the focus of his gaze, he immediately feels like he is sitting on pins and needles.
However, at this time, it is safest to be around the bronze coffin.
After all, An Le also knew very well that although he was able to face the Hell Lord head-on, it was because the Hell Lord's body was broken and his primordial spirit was beheaded, and he was at his weakest state.
When encountering the truly prosperous Ten Realms, it is still easy to overturn and be suppressed.
Having actually fought against each other, An Le understood the horror of a ten-level powerhouse.
That is the power that truly transcends the ordinary, the power that stands at the pinnacle of the world!
"Brother Le! Brother Le, save me..."
Suddenly, on the silent altar, there was a howling sound, and then the precious tree that was severely injured by the Lord of Hell turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Anle, howling like ghosts and wolves.
An Le stared at it, then raised her hand to support the precious tree.
The treasure tree was miserable, but fortunately, it did not completely wither and lose its vitality under the attack of the ten-level powerhouse.
Although a lot of branches were broken and the leaves withered a little, the trunk was still stable, and there were golden scriptures entwined on it, which made the treasure tree seem to have undergone a special level of transformation.
Buds sprouted from the broken branches and are growing again.
Anle still has a good impression of the treasure tree who sacrificed his life to help. He put the treasure tree on his shoulders, let the treasure tree take root, and calmly recover his breath.
Of course, such a scene did not attract the attention of any ten realms.
An eight-level demon tree, a nine-level demon tree, and a tenth level really don't pay attention.
……
"The arm in the coffin...why is it so infiltrating? Is the first emperor who was ten thousand years ago going to wake up and come back to life in this era?"
"Impossible? It is recorded in the classics that the first emperor rebelled against the heavens and fell into the hands of the top powerhouses of the immortal family after the gods...the ancient books of various forces have records, and it does not seem to be fake!"
"Then what's the matter with the arm protruding from the coffin? Could it be... a corpse?"
The minds of the ten-level powerhouses turned, and there were various strange eyes in their eyes, but everyone became vigilant, with a chill in their hearts, and even had the urge to leave the coffin and the altar.
The lake of spiritual liquid around the Lingtai is rippling, like a breeze blowing the surface of the lake, creating thousands of waves.
The master of Zhenwu Temple, with a flying white Taoist robe and a fairy-like bone, swings the dust whisk in his hand, and carries a mahogany sword intertwined with lightning arcs on his back, staring at the bronze coffin in the center of the Lingtai.
"Thousands of years, the first emperor will inevitably fall. Back then, it was a fairy king of the twelfth level of the Immortal White Tiger Family who made the move. At that time, the first emperor was only the original venerable of the eleventh level. He could not survive, and he would definitely die. Maybe make a move, take away the seven mountain and river tripods among the nine tripods, disturb the dragon veins, and make the immortal king retreat."
Master Zhenwu's eyes were deep.
"It seems... the will passed down by the Heavenly Court is indeed correct, and the corpse of the first emperor... may have undergone an astonishing mutation!"
The master of the Zhenwu Temple raised his hand and grabbed the mahogany sword on his back. The mahogany sword was entangled with thunder. Every thunderbolt was powerful. The annihilation thunder of the third calamity was extremely terrifying .
The old heavenly master, who has been fighting with the master of Zhenwu Temple, sat in the purple golden lotus, his eyes suddenly became serious, staring at the master of Zhenwu Temple who took out the mahogany sword, and suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.
"This mahogany sword...is forged from ten thousand-year-old mahogany branches in the flat peach forest above the sky. It absorbs the thunder of annihilation. It is comparable to a third-tier treasure!"
"Is this the gift that Zhenwuguan received from begging to the gods?"
The old celestial master bearded and said in a deep voice.
The master of Zhenwu Temple looked at the old master, and said calmly: "Don't say things so harshly. Since ancient times, in my Zhenwu Temple, there have been Taoists who have ascended to heaven, and they are among the grandest of the immortal class. Zhenwu Temple and God have the same origin. .”
"Same origin? Do you believe it? God's immortal family, God's heaven, a fairy pulled out at random, all live a long time, and placed in the world, they are all old monsters who have lived ten thousand years. Is it of the same origin?"
"Heaven and the world are fundamentally different."
The old heavenly master shook his head, and the purple qi golden lotus all over his body shone with more and more brilliant brilliance.
He didn't know what Zhenwu Temple mainly did, but he felt that he had to stop this person, otherwise, bad accidents would happen.
Zhenwu Temple and Tianshi Mansion, as the two major powers in the world, have completely different directions. There is a lotus pond in Tianshi Mansion, which gathers the luck of the world and develops.
If the luck of the world is weak, the Tianshi Mansion will naturally weaken.
And in an era when practice is exhausted, in this era when Yuanmeng's iron hoof tramples on the land of Middle Earth... Naturally, it is difficult for the Tianshi Mansion to be strong.
On the other hand, Zhenwuguan is different. If the sky is immortal, Zhenwuguan will always be at its peak.
The Master of Zhenwu Temple shook his head: "I don't want to argue with you. Although Tianshi Mansion and Zhenwu Temple are both Taoist sects, your way and mine are very different, and we will not seek each other."
"The Dao of Zhenwuguan is nothing more than ascending to immortality. The ascension to immortality here is to ascend to the sky..."
"And the Heavenly Master's Mansion..."
The old celestial master raised his hand, and golden lotuses bloomed in his palm: "The ones in the celestial master's mansion are ascended to become immortals, and those who ascend are in the holy realm. The so-called immortals are not immortals with different speeds of time in the sky, but The venerable Yuanyuan who condenses the origin in the holy land is the immortal of the human race."
The master of Zhenwu Temple smiled: "So, you and I are both Taoists, but the ways are different."
The old celestial master stared, his beard and hair floating, and the golden lotus bloomed and withered.
And the master of Zhenwu Temple held the peach wood sword cast by the peach branches in the peach forest in the sky, and raised it gently.
"go with!"
An edict.
The master of Zhenwu Guan's brows was shining brightly, and the primordial spirit jumped up, sitting upright in the void, with a brilliant mind.
The extradition mahogany sword burst out, and countless annihilation thunders were intertwined around, like a thunder ball guided by the sword. Among the many thunders, there was even a gloomy black thunder.
That is the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder in the sky!
boom! ! !
The void exploded inch by inch, and under the interweaving of thunder, it was torn apart, and each thunder seemed to shatter the space.
The thunder scattered, the thunder rolled, and the gunpowder smoke filled the air!
An Le stared, feeling the terrifying coercion. The sword handed out by the master of the Zhenwu Temple was too terrifying, like a mahogany sword that would destroy the world. It will explode, and the body will die.
"What a terrible sword, Brother Le, let's go back, this place is too scary, it's not the place we should come to at this level."
The precious tree took root on An Le's shoulders, trembling and wailing.
An Le glanced at him, indicating that he can't speak, don't say anything, don't make any fuss.
With a movement of his mind, his spine was like a dragon, and two mountain and river tripods were smashed out, turning into one big and one small, upside down to protect his body.
The aftermath of scattered and intertwined thunder impacted on the Shanhe Ding, leaving only a white mark, but failed to destroy the Shanhe Ding in the slightest.
An Le was no longer threatened by Lei Ting.
However, An Le's eyes were staring at the Wannian peach wood sword that cut towards Shihuang's body in the coffin through the mountain and river cauldron!
Suddenly, the bamboo sword and green mountain shot out sword light, turned into a stream of light, drilled into the mountain and river cauldron, and returned to An Le's hands.
An Le was stunned.
I was a little confused for a while, how did the bamboo sword Qingshan come back to him?
Shouldn't it collide with the Wannian peach wood sword?Carrying out an earth-shattering sword collision and confrontation?
"The corpse of Guzhi has undergone a mutation. If Zhenwuguan wants to test it for the immortal, let him do it. Guzhi will protect you first."
The voice like a spring breeze resounded from An Le's heart.
That was the sound from the emperor's stone figurines in the Qingshan space.
An Le took a deep breath, the emperor stone figurine's words revealed too much information, making An Le a little confused for a while.
What does it mean that the corpse has undergone a mutation?
However, the emperor's stone figurines did not explain clearly to An Le.
Roar! ! !
When Zhujian Qingshan flew away from the arms protruding from the coffin, a terrifying roar suddenly came out from the coffin.
Countless thunderbolts splashed in all directions, and the ten thousand year mahogany sword continued to slash towards the coffin.
At this moment, the light was brilliant, as if it had become the only big sun in the world. It was so dazzling that it attracted everyone's attention!
Emperor Yuanmeng's breath fluctuated, his body was burly, and the power of the eight dragon veins intertwined like a horse, his face was solemn and dignified.
The strength and background of Zhenwuguan somewhat exceeded his expectations.
If the Yuanmeng Empire wanted to sweep away all the forces in the world, the Zhenwu Temple would be an extremely difficult nut to crack.
The most important thing is that Zhenwu Temple is connected with God, as if God is talking about people in the world, and it is a huge threat to Emperor Yuanmeng, like a poisoned sharp knife in the belly of Yuanmeng Empire , will be ruthlessly tied down at any time.
Emperor Yuanmeng knew himself very well. Since he wanted to unify the world and refine the nine dragon veins in the middle of the world, his path was doomed to run counter to God, and it was impossible to deal with God calmly.
At this moment, the corpse of Shihuang sleeping in the bronze coffin may be his future.
Therefore, the threat posed to him by Zhenwu Temple today even surpassed many countries in the world. The Great Zhao Dynasty, Xiliang Demon Kingdom, Dali Kingdom, etc., could not compare to the oppression brought by Zhenwu Temple.
The ten-thousand-year mahogany sword floated above the coffin, thundering like a sea.
The master of Zhenwu Temple, with his beard and hair flying, stared intently, pinched the Dao seal with his palm, and chanted scriptures in his mouth, eloquently.
"Edict!"
Master Zhenwu shouted sharply.
In an instant, the mahogany sword slammed down towards the coffin, trying to pierce through the coffin and completely kill the mutated corpse of the first emperor in the coffin, so that the changes in the corpse of the first emperor could be wiped out at the beginning!
This is the will guidance of the gods and immortals he has achieved!
However, with a roar, the arm in the coffin stretched out again, and grabbed the mahogany sword intertwined with thunder.
clap clap clap!
The sound of explosions continued to explode around the arm, the space was intertwined and broken, and the cracks were densely covered.
The sleeve of the arm was torn, and the black black robe was blown into silk ribbons, hanging on the arm.
It was a pitch-black arm, and there were lines like magma flowing on the arm, like molten iron, poured into tracks!
Terrifying corpse aura suddenly burst out from that arm, turbulent like a hurricane, and surging corpse aura was as black as thick fog!
The ten-thousand-year mahogany sword that entered the world from the heavens was grasped by this arm, and the corpse energy collided with the thunder, and the sound of explosion resounded.
And that terrifying thunder of annihilation, under this corpse aura, was slowly suppressed and wiped away!
"Sure enough... Ying Qin Shihuang's body has indeed undergone a mutation, as deduced by an immortal, and now I am afraid that it has transformed into a peerless body of drought!"
Zhenwu Temple's expression changed.
When seeing this arm, it wasn't just the Master Zhenwu who became horrified, but Emperor Yuanmeng, the old Tianshi, the ten-level powerhouses of the Three Buddha Temple, etc., all had dignified expressions in their eyes.
The Mohist old monster wrapped under the Void Armor had complicated eyes. He glanced at the mysterious sarcophagus and sighed.
He suddenly knew why the physical body sleeping in the sarcophagus had changed during those years when his soul was sleeping, and it seemed to be affected by it.
However, after the complicated emotions were revealed in the eyes of the old monster of the Mo family, a flash of light flashed: "No, with your majesty's strength, there is no possibility of mutation in the body at all. Mutation...means the birth of a new soul, which belongs to a new life The change of..."
The old monster of the Mo family suddenly shifted his gaze horizontally, and landed on An Le's body. He saw the green mountain of the bamboo sword worn by An Le's waist, and there was a will-o'-the-wisp look in his eyes.
"Perhaps... everything is His Majesty's plan? A plan spanning thousands of years? Using a mutated body to live a new life in the present after thousands of years?"
Thinking about it like this, the old monster of the Mo family felt more and more likely.
He looked at the sarcophagus where he was buried, maybe... he also had the opportunity to follow suit and live a second life? !
boom! !
Suddenly, a deafening thunder exploded, and the divine thunder hidden in the peach wood sword for thousands of years suddenly revealed an astonishing brilliance at this moment!
The gloomy thunder seemed to have a terrifying aura of destroying the world, shattering the space, annihilating everything, and slashed towards that arm!
However, among the flowing magma-like lines on that pitch-black arm, golden characters suddenly emerged one by one.
An Le is extremely familiar, it is a complete ancient scripture!
The first emperor actually engraved this scripture on his body!
The scriptures emerged, and the flame jumped up, as if the ignited corpse aura, the dark corpse aura was ignited and turned into a black flame, like a terrifying karmic fire burning from the nether world!
The black thunder, the black karmic fire, when the two collide, the Nine Heavens God Thunder is wiped out!
With a crackling sound, the Wannian mahogany sword delivered from the heavens to the world was covered with cracks, and finally, it was crushed violently by the arm burning with the scorching black karmic fire, and burned to ashes!
The master of Zhenwu Temple spat blood from his mouth, and the primordial spirit sitting in the void sprayed out the blood of the primordial spirit, his face was dark and his breath was sluggish.
"The physical body has mutated... the peerless Hanba, Qin Shihuang may use this corpse of Hanba to keep his true spirit immortal, and live another life! I just don't know where the true spirit of the first emperor is hidden, and whether it can be suppressed to live in the corpse of Hanba If the spiritual wisdom that was born can't be... a great demon will appear in the world, Han Ba will be born, and the mountains and rivers will be burned to the ground! Disaster is imminent!"
The master of Zhenwu Temple looked pale and murmured.
In the bronze coffin in the center of the Lingtai, the horrible atmosphere is still spreading, and the karmic fire is constantly burning, distorting the space, even if it is a broken space, it still cannot escape the burning of the karmic fire.
The black flame twisted like a black hole, releasing an extremely terrifying aura!
An Le stood beside the bronze coffin, and could naturally feel the terrifying burning power.
Vaguely, An Le also sensed an extremely bursting spirit revived in the coffin, wanting to annihilate and burn everything.
"An Le, are you ready?"
Suddenly, the emperor's stone figurines in the Qingshan space spoke softly.
The light suspicion, in Anle's ears, was like a thunderclap, making his scalp numb.
These words are inexplicably scary.
"Senior...are you ready for anything?" An Le asked hurriedly with a blank face.
"In the coffin, before dying, the lonely corpse engraved ancient scriptures with the power of the primordial spirit. Thousands of years have passed, and the body has undergone a mutation, and it has been born as an immortal drought. Now it is the last step. The origin of a fairy king to complete the final transformation."
"An Le, you should know the stone figurines, right? The stone figurines can exist forever, just like the body of the Hanba, which is immortal, and controlled by the true spirit, can live for a lifetime. The principle is the same, and the body of the Hanba is controlled by the true spirit. , just like the true spirit controlling the stone figurines."
A gentle voice came out of the emperor stone figurine.
Hearing this, An Le couldn't help but take a deep breath, the principle is the same, but... can the stone figurines compare with the body of a drought man?
Hanba can already be called the power of gods and demons.
An Le also noticed the grand scheme of the peerless emperor spanning thousands of years.
However, what puzzled An Le was why did Qin Shihuang's physical body turn into a drought?Is it just because the ancient scriptures are carved on the body after death?
Now that Anle is alive and has finished carving the scriptures, will there be any changes?
On the stone path in the green mountain space, the emperor's stone figurines stand and look at them, and there seems to be a flame like the rising sun burning in their eyes.
He seemed to feel An Le's thoughts, and explained: "The method of transforming the corpse of Hanba is an ancient secret method. I don't know it alone, but it is only understood by the holy master."
This explanation made An Le's eyes condense, and the lingering doubts seemed to be answered.
It turns out that there is a shadow of a saint in this plan that spans the ages!
"What does the senior want me to prepare?"
An Le took a deep breath, held the bamboo sword Qingshan tightly, and asked in a deep voice.
The stone figurines of the emperor stand on the stone path between the mountains. If there is a breeze blowing, the stone figurines will quietly watch the vicissitudes of life.
"You came up from the ancient city of Bajing, you should know that under the mausoleum, there is a white tiger fairy from the ancient family of Shangcangxian, and let her live until now, just to kill the fairy and take the origin of the fairy ..."
When An Le heard the words, she was immediately puzzled, such a big event had nothing to do with him, right?
Immortal Jun heard that it was an existence beyond the ten realms, and he was the strongest in the eleven realms...
It is impossible for him to be able to help even the eighth realm.
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An arm protruded abruptly from the ancient coffin. What kind of terrifying picture is this?
What is buried in the coffin is the first emperor who was peerless thousands of years ago and who dared to rebel against the heavens. Although in that era, he was extremely powerful, swallowed thousands of miles, and overwhelmed the world.
However, now that thousands of years have passed, in the command room of the Ten Thousand Years Bulletin, how could a person who had been dead for ten thousand years come back to life?Stretch out an arm again?
Is this to touch the world and come back to life?
Or, that peerless emperor has not died yet?Want to recover in this life?
No matter what the situation is, it will be a very horrifying result for the world. What a terrible impact it will have on this era if the peerless emperor revives after ten thousand years of death?
boom! ! !
He grabbed the soul of the Lord of Hell with his arm.
The soul of this strong man who has completed ten realms has survived the three disasters. The fire of Nirvana, the wind of breaking the gods and the thunder of annihilation are all unable to damage his soul, which is enough to show his strength, but this strength But in front of the outstretched arm, he became extremely fragile!
An Le sat cross-legged, entangled by the chains protruding from the Primordial Spirit of the Lord of Hell, entangled into a cocoon, wrapped in the cocoon, his brows bloomed with brilliance, as if he could hear the rush of the long river of time sound.
His primordial spirit was condensed, he stepped into the eight realms of refining gods, and felt the will of heaven and earth.
The vision of the long river of time is becoming more and more clear, because he has realized the power of time from the will of heaven and earth, and maybe in the future he will create his own way of time and become a practitioner who controls the time.
Of course, there is only this rudiment now, and it is still unknown whether it will be truly successful.
And An Le's physical body has been tempered to the eighth level, and he has refined the second mountain and river tripod. At this moment, he has become extremely powerful. Coupled with the attachment of ancient scriptures, his physical body is enough to be called the most powerful under the tenth level. Flesh!
However, despite this, Anle still has nothing to do in the face of the oppression of the powerful soul of the Lord of Hell.
That is the gap in strength, from the ninth realm to the tenth realm, is a truly great leap, a realm beyond the ordinary.
No matter how peerless and evil An Le is, he may still be able to fight against the ordinary Ten Realm, so that he won't be killed in an instant, but he can't resist the powerful Ten Realm like the Lord of Hell who has survived the three disasters. .
However, he can't stop it, but he can wake up the peerless emperor who has been sleeping for thousands of years to help.
After all, this is the emperor's tomb, here, An Le actually has a lot of confidence.
boom!
The Lord of Hell's face was distorted, and he was extremely horrified. His arm was holding onto his primordial spirit. Even though the power of his primordial spirit was constantly venting and crashing into the palm of his hand, he couldn't shake it at all.
I can only watch helplessly as this arm squeezes his soul!
That incomparable power made him despair, it was... the eleventh realm!
The bursting primordial spirit seemed to turn into light and rain, and the power of mind and spirit was intertwined all around, trying to condense and form again.
The primordial spirit power is invisible and ignorant, it is a very special spiritual power, and it is not so easy to be annihilated.
Light and rain interweaved the face of the Lord of Hell, but above the face, the fear became more and more obvious, because a suction force broke out in the coffin, and his imploding primordial spirit was facing the force of this inexplicable suction force. To pull, to be pulled into the coffin.
Once pulled into the coffin, what will be faced, the Lord of Hell will know without thinking deeply, it must be an extremely miserable result!
"No!"
The Lord of Hell Mansion roared, and a powerful force burst out from the primordial spirit, as if vaguely trying to communicate with the nether world.
However, a ray of sword light shot out from inside the coffin, slashing lightly.
The bridge connection between the Lord of Hell and Nether was cut off without any suspense.
The twisted primordial spirit was dragged into the coffin bit by bit, wrapped in despair and panic, and the protruding arm also retracted into the coffin.
Everything is at peace.
Only the tattered body of the Lord of Hell was left, standing still, with horror in his eyes.
The blood-colored chains that engulfed Anle also completely lost their strength. The light between Anle's brows burst out, and the colorful glazed luster of the heart sword surged endlessly, cutting through the blood-colored chains.
Without the support of the Primordial Spirit of the Lord of Hell, the bloody Primordial Spirit chains, like dry vines, with the power of the Heart Sword, cut open easily like cutting tofu, allowing An Le's body to regain its light.
There was a shrill howl, and blood-colored rain seemed to splash over the altar.
In the end, there was silence.
On the tattered body of the Lord of Hell, the remaining soul consciousness returned to the body, and thousands of horrors appeared in his eyes.
He stared at the coffin and began to retreat without hesitation.
If he wanted to leave this place, stay away from the coffin, or even leave this ancient tomb, he didn't think about the so-called chance at all.
Because his primordial spirit was beheaded, the blood of his primordial spirit was shot red, and overflowed from the coffin, as if he had been swallowed, his primordial spirit was chewed, and his blood was sucked dry.
An Le who cut through the bloody chains, his eyes shone brightly.
At this moment, it was a bit unreasonable.
He looked at the Lord of Hell who was about to retreat, his body was tattered and corroded by ancient scriptures, and his body was about to wither and collapse.
In An Le's body, the ancient scriptures burned like a golden flame, like a rising sun, An Le was like a golden crow wrapped in the sun.
"Void Sanshou!"
An Le whispered, but at this moment, he chose to attack the broken body of the Lord of Hell!
With the cultivation base of the eight realms, against the land immortals of the ten realms!
Of course, at this moment, the Lord of Hell's body is broken and his primordial spirit is dead. He is only a newcomer to the cultivation of land immortals, and he is even a little unstable, and he is vaguely about to fall to the tenth realm.
But after all, it has never fallen, and it is still the tenth realm!
When the Lord of Hell was fleeing, he saw An Le killing him, and his eyes were filled with scarlet and madness!
This son... is rampant!
Is the fox pretending to be the tiger?
He can't deal with the mysterious existence in the coffin, and he can't deal with you, a practitioner of the eighth realm?
The gap between the Eighth Realm and the Tenth Realm is like a moat, even if he has been wiped out of his primordial spirit, even if his land immortal body has been festered and dilapidated, he can still show the power of the Tenth Realm, which cannot be suppressed by An Le!
"die!"
The blood of the Lord of Hell's body was sprayed, a surging power of the avenue emerged, and the long river of blood rolled, every drop of blood contained the power of the will of heaven and earth!
The coercion of the ten realms swept away, causing a terrifying scene like a mountain roar and a tsunami!
Anle was dressed in white, with golden light shining all over his body, like a group of golden crows wrapped in golden flames.
Void Sanshou, a total of five moves, is a secret technique learned from the Void Armor. It is extremely powerful. Anle speculates that it is an attacking method left by the Mohist giant in the eleventh level. It is extremely complicated and difficult to comprehend .
However, An Le's talent is extraordinary, plus An Le's compatibility of the Wukong Wusan Shou with the ancient demon Wu Qin makes it easier for him to master. Now, he can skillfully stretch the Wukong Wusan Shou, the only difference is that for The understanding of the artistic conception of the secret technique is different.
Facing the furious Lord of Hell, An Le was at peace with no fear, his body was radiant, and the golden flames were as dazzling as a bright sun. He stepped down and stomped on the altar, his muscles and bones roared, his qi and blood trembled, and he made the sound of gold and iron clashing!
The big palm formed by the interweaving of Qi, blood and mind bursts out with gorgeous silver light, and there is space power contained in it.
The palm of the hand fluctuates, just like a colorful demon tiger rushing out!
The Lord of Hell raised his arm that was festering and falling off flesh and blood, exposing the white bones. His arm was like a knife, and he slashed forward brazenly. The air was directly split, and he collided with the empty tiger-style Sanshou patted by Anle!
Apparently, the Lord of Hell also used a combat technique, but it was only with his arm, and the saber energy he slashed out was like the aura of a very powerful swordsman, enough to slash a mountain horizontally!
Boom!
The collision of the two major attacks, the venting of the air wave, the confrontation between the Void Sanshou and the Bloody Daomang, are evenly matched, and between the fusion of energy, the mutual collapse and elimination!
The Lord of Hell's body trembled violently, and the rate of flesh and blood falling from his body became faster and faster.
But An Le's void Sanshou was broken, but his eyes were still bright, he did not give up, striding forward, every pore was full of sword energy gushing out!
The sword energy is like a rainbow, like a cloud, like a vast sea!
It was actually in front of him, intertwined to form an ink painting scroll!
Heart Mountains and Rivers!
An Le is now like a peerless swordsman, every hair on his body can burst out with sword energy and sword intent!
This is Anle's strongest sword technique. After fusing the sword intent, stepping into the realm of the eight realms is like a god of swordsmanship descending.
There is a murderous intent hidden in the beautiful ink painting scroll, and he wants to cut the broken body of the Lord of Hell to this place!
The Lord of Hell's eyes were cold, fear and shock appeared in his eyes, and he was shocked by Anle's strength.
After all, An Le didn't use any hole cards this time, but used his own strength, void Sanshou combat skills, and Chixin Shanhe Sword Intent, which are real abilities of his own!
Therefore, this is what shocked the Lord of Hell the most, the cultivation base of the eight realms, and the resistance to the ten realms!
Fighting with a bigger realm is really terrifying!
Of course, the Lord of Hell also knows that the reason why An Le can do this is related to the fact that his own soul was beheaded and his body was broken. Today, he may be the lowest existence in the ten realms.
But... no matter how bottomed out, he is still in the tenth realm!
There was a look of disbelief in the eyes of the Lord of Hell, looking at An Le, who was surrounded by the ink-colored sword qi, and surrounded by the rout of flesh and blood, it seemed that there was a faint reflection of the ghost of hell.
He once again used his palm as a knife to extradite the ghost vision, and slashed out brazenly!
The sword qi collided with the saber qi, and the sword qi continued to collapse and collapse. However, the Chixin Shanhe sword's intention was difficult to resist, and there were faint signs of being cut open.
But Anle's hair is flying vigorously, his body is roaring, and the ancient scriptures and seal carvings of his body are carried by him. Now, the body is Anle's most powerful means!
On the eve when the Sword Intent Mountains and Rivers Map was torn apart, An Le turned into a falling golden fireball.
He slammed into Dao Qi fiercely.
Two huge mountain and river tripods emerged from the spine, hovering around the body, encircling it endlessly, Anle seemed to carry the mountains and rivers to kill!
Boom!
The ghost vision collides with the mountain and river vision!
An Le is dressed in white clothes to win the snow, with black hair flying vigorously, and ancient scriptures carved all over her body. She is close to the body of the Lord of Hell.
An Le became more and more courageous in the battle, but because of the annihilation of the primordial spirit and the collapse of the physical body, the Lord of Hell was like a landslide!
After colliding with An Le at close range, he was actually beaten to the point of bleeding by An Le's body!
There was a dull look in the eyes of the Lord of Hell, which was a look of humiliation. He had such an existence, and he once looked down on the world in the tenth realm, but today, he was actually confronted by An Le with his body, and suppressed by a young man in the eighth realm. It is difficult to obliterate Anle with the body.
Such achievements, to him, are a lifetime of shame, and he will become a stepping stone for the young man, like a gust of wind, blowing the young man straight to the top!
This is absolutely intolerable!
An Le's body trembled, and the two mountain and river tripods swirled around his body, like two circling meteorites, engulfed in a dark momentum, powerful and heavy, with the momentum like mountains and rivers suppressing.
An Le's eyes were bright, and his eyes shone with brilliance, his blood roared, his body's spiritual bones full of ancient scriptures were trembling, and his physical body was also a little turbulent when he confronted the Lord of Hell at close range.
But the effect was very good, which surprised An Le.
This means that An Le will no longer be helpless in the face of the ten realms, and may be able to have the strength to fight like the perfection of the nine realms.
This is quite terrifying, and it is amazing to do so with the cultivation base of the eight realms.
The Lord of Hell's eyes were gloomy, his power could crush An Le, his heart was palpitating, and he knew that he could no longer be entangled with An Le.
After all, he hasn't figured out what's going on inside that ancient bronze coffin, and whether he will make another move to show the killing. If there is another wave, he is afraid that he will really fall here.
His grand plan of supremacy and his plan to bring the Nether world back to the world may come to naught.
boom!
The Nether Palace beckoned towards An Le, and slammed it fiercely at An Le, emitting terrifying energy fluctuations.
However, because the Primordial Spirit of the Lord of Hell was beheaded, the control over the Nether Palace is no longer as powerful as before. The activation of the power of the magic weapon has a crucial impact on the cultivation of the user.
An Le stared at him, but he didn't confront the Nether Palace that was thrown at him head-on.
This netherworld palace, lingering with the ghostly atmosphere, is not weaker than the third-order treasure such as the Void Armor. Anle is now empty-handed. Unless he fights with the mountain and river tripod, Anle is likely to be damaged.
The Lord of Hell's heart was bleeding, full of rage, and felt that he was extremely despondent at the moment, like a bereaved dog.
hum...
Suddenly, the sound of sword chant burst out from above the Lingtai.
The Lord of Hell's heart trembled, and a wave of fear spread. He looked up, and saw the arm protruding from the coffin, and he didn't know when he grabbed a tattered bamboo sword.
The sword energy rose suddenly, with the coffin as the center, like the steam rising from boiling water, densely packed, like the curling of fairy air, and seemed to be enveloped and intertwined by a unique field.
But I saw the hand holding the sword waved lightly.
A beam of sword light diffused from the bamboo sword, cutting open the space in an instant, like a crescent moon tearing through the space.
The Lord of Hell's hair stood on end, and the threat of death completely enveloped his body.
"What kind of monster are you?"
"What are you? Is that Emperor Shihuang revived? Or a new will was born from the corpse?!"
The Lord of Hell House roared.
However, no matter how he roared, the existence in the bronze coffin remained indifferent, and the sword energy from the cut was finally approaching.
Gong Que picked it up and ruthlessly collided with the sword energy!
Boom!
The sword qi was gorgeous, like a violent storm, the bloody river surging out of the Nether Palace was cut off, and the endless dead bones and souls were purified by the sword qi.
This is an extremely domineering sword, the majestic sword energy seems to split the sky!
The Lord of Hell was bleeding, and most of his flesh and blood were shattered by the shock of the sword. The blood was splashed and sprinkled on the altar.
The Nether Palace turned into the size of a palm, its luster was dim, and it was smashed by the sword energy and fell on the bronze altar, sparks burst out, rubbing against the ground and flying out.
And the sword energy is like a dragon, unstoppable and extremely domineering.
As if the emperor had said a word, he would be beheaded as soon as he said it, and he could not be disobedient!
puff!
The Lord of Hell's body is extremely unwilling, but facing such a sword, there is nothing he can do.
The head flew high, the blood gushed like a pillar, the primordial spirit had already died, and now the body was beheaded again. This legendary mansion in the hell mansion, who stirred up the situation in this era, belonged to the world's top peerless powerhouse, has now fallen.
An Le landed on the ground, her eyes gleaming, golden flames burning all over her body, her figure flashed, and she appeared on the side of the Nether Palace that fell on the ground, stretched out her hand, and grabbed the Nether Palace.
The Nether Palace is undoubtedly a treasure, and its rank is not low. The moment An Le grasped the Nether Palace, he felt an extremely strange mind wave, and along his palm, he wanted to drill towards the inner spiritual space of his Niwan Palace.
How can An Le let him succeed? After slashing with the heart sword, after cutting off this connection, he created a storage space mark, tore a huge space crack, and threw this ghost palace into it. The position of the space mark is only He knew it, so this Nether Palace became his spoils of war.
The Lord of Hell Palace died, and the Nether Palace was lost.
All this happened in the blink of an eye, from the Lord of Hell's choice to attack An Le secretly, to An Le's counterattack, protruding his arm from the coffin that had been sealed for thousands of years, cutting off the soul of the Lord of Hell, and then beheading the Lord of Hell Physically, everything happened so fast.
The entire Lingtai was quiet, and the many ten-level powerhouses who were fighting for the front were dumbfounded, and the chill spread all over their bodies.
Some of them were shocked by the death of the Lord of Hell. This is a real strong man standing at the top of the ten realms. He has survived three catastrophes in refining the gods and achieved perfection in refining the gods. But it is also a genuine land fairy of the ten realms.
Such a strong person belongs to the strongest group in the ten realms present, only weaker than the Yuanmeng Emperor who swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger.
But for such a powerful existence, the primordial spirit was beheaded, the body was cut off, and it fell into the tomb completely!
This tomb, which has been dormant for thousands of years, was called a place of chance after it was opened, but now it has become a real place of bloodshed.
Of course, the arm protruding from the coffin is what shocked and feared the most powerful people. Does this mean that the emperor who died ten thousand years ago, that legendary figure, has come back to life? Win one life?
Even Emperor Yuanmeng, who was one with the soul and the body, beheaded a descendant of an immortal with force, was also extremely surprised, staring at the bronze coffin that was swaying like a surging tide.
Just like the doubts of the Lord of Hell, Emperor Yuanmeng was also vigilant and terrified. After he cut off the descendant of the immortal who used the blood of the immortal, no one would compete with him for the power of the dragon vein, but at this moment, he was not in a hurry To refine the ninth dragon vein, but to stare at the coffin.
Many ten realms that were confronting each other in the distance also stopped fighting one after another.
The eyes of the old sword master and the old heavenly master flickered, and they felt a little horrified in their hearts.
What is the most frightening thing about entering the tomb?
Naturally, the corpse buried in the coffin moved suddenly.
What's even more frightening is that the buried corpse is an extremely famous person, and he was a peerless existence standing on the top of the mountains and rivers in the world before his death.
The female Bodhisattva of Ganye Temple, the Time Buddha of Lanke Temple, the World Honored One of Lianhua Temple, and the ten-level powerhouses of the three Buddhist temples stopped their hands, and the light of Buddha lingered and intertwined all over their bodies.
Although they practice different Dharma, they still follow the path of Buddha in the end.
Gu Baijing, the owner of the Xiliang Kingdom, watched the Lord of Hell die, but he didn't even dare to fart. He had long been concerned about the tragic situation of Lord Hell, but as a partner, he didn't dare to help.
Above the Lingtai.
The space was shattered inch by inch, and the Mohist old monster wrapped under the Void Armor had a touch of excitement and shock in his deep sunken eyes, but at the same time there was a tension hidden deep in his eyes.
Another mysterious sarcophagus with strong breath also stopped.
The confrontation between the two statues of the eleventh realm came to a standstill because of an arm protruding from the bronze coffin.
The coffin in the center of the altar suddenly became the focus of the audience!
On the contrary, the scene of An Le, a cultivator of the eighth realm, fighting bloody against the Lord of Hell of the tenth realm has become insignificant.
An Le collected the Nether Palace, and quickly retreated into the coffin.
Because, in the presence, he was the only one who knew what happened when the arm was protruding from the coffin. It was because he used the Golden Elixir of the First Emperor's Sword Intent to transfer the will of the First Emperor from the stone figurine to the coffin. in the body.
However, An Le was actually terrified. After falling for thousands of years, his body did not rot in the time. It withered in the years, but it was still intact. With his outstretched arm, it seemed that he could still hear the terrifying fluctuations of Qi and blood.
It makes people suddenly feel that this eternal emperor may not have died at all, but just suspended animation.
A pair of extremely sharp eyes projected from all directions, locked on An Le's body, locked on the bronze coffin.
These are the gazes of tenth-level powerhouses. Anle is an eighth-level, and if he accidentally strays into the focus of his gaze, he immediately feels like he is sitting on pins and needles.
However, at this time, it is safest to be around the bronze coffin.
After all, An Le also knew very well that although he was able to face the Hell Lord head-on, it was because the Hell Lord's body was broken and his primordial spirit was beheaded, and he was at his weakest state.
When encountering the truly prosperous Ten Realms, it is still easy to overturn and be suppressed.
Having actually fought against each other, An Le understood the horror of a ten-level powerhouse.
That is the power that truly transcends the ordinary, the power that stands at the pinnacle of the world!
"Brother Le! Brother Le, save me..."
Suddenly, on the silent altar, there was a howling sound, and then the precious tree that was severely injured by the Lord of Hell turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Anle, howling like ghosts and wolves.
An Le stared at it, then raised her hand to support the precious tree.
The treasure tree was miserable, but fortunately, it did not completely wither and lose its vitality under the attack of the ten-level powerhouse.
Although a lot of branches were broken and the leaves withered a little, the trunk was still stable, and there were golden scriptures entwined on it, which made the treasure tree seem to have undergone a special level of transformation.
Buds sprouted from the broken branches and are growing again.
Anle still has a good impression of the treasure tree who sacrificed his life to help. He put the treasure tree on his shoulders, let the treasure tree take root, and calmly recover his breath.
Of course, such a scene did not attract the attention of any ten realms.
An eight-level demon tree, a nine-level demon tree, and a tenth level really don't pay attention.
……
"The arm in the coffin...why is it so infiltrating? Is the first emperor who was ten thousand years ago going to wake up and come back to life in this era?"
"Impossible? It is recorded in the classics that the first emperor rebelled against the heavens and fell into the hands of the top powerhouses of the immortal family after the gods...the ancient books of various forces have records, and it does not seem to be fake!"
"Then what's the matter with the arm protruding from the coffin? Could it be... a corpse?"
The minds of the ten-level powerhouses turned, and there were various strange eyes in their eyes, but everyone became vigilant, with a chill in their hearts, and even had the urge to leave the coffin and the altar.
The lake of spiritual liquid around the Lingtai is rippling, like a breeze blowing the surface of the lake, creating thousands of waves.
The master of Zhenwu Temple, with a flying white Taoist robe and a fairy-like bone, swings the dust whisk in his hand, and carries a mahogany sword intertwined with lightning arcs on his back, staring at the bronze coffin in the center of the Lingtai.
"Thousands of years, the first emperor will inevitably fall. Back then, it was a fairy king of the twelfth level of the Immortal White Tiger Family who made the move. At that time, the first emperor was only the original venerable of the eleventh level. He could not survive, and he would definitely die. Maybe make a move, take away the seven mountain and river tripods among the nine tripods, disturb the dragon veins, and make the immortal king retreat."
Master Zhenwu's eyes were deep.
"It seems... the will passed down by the Heavenly Court is indeed correct, and the corpse of the first emperor... may have undergone an astonishing mutation!"
The master of the Zhenwu Temple raised his hand and grabbed the mahogany sword on his back. The mahogany sword was entangled with thunder. Every thunderbolt was powerful. The annihilation thunder of the third calamity was extremely terrifying .
The old heavenly master, who has been fighting with the master of Zhenwu Temple, sat in the purple golden lotus, his eyes suddenly became serious, staring at the master of Zhenwu Temple who took out the mahogany sword, and suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.
"This mahogany sword...is forged from ten thousand-year-old mahogany branches in the flat peach forest above the sky. It absorbs the thunder of annihilation. It is comparable to a third-tier treasure!"
"Is this the gift that Zhenwuguan received from begging to the gods?"
The old celestial master bearded and said in a deep voice.
The master of Zhenwu Temple looked at the old master, and said calmly: "Don't say things so harshly. Since ancient times, in my Zhenwu Temple, there have been Taoists who have ascended to heaven, and they are among the grandest of the immortal class. Zhenwu Temple and God have the same origin. .”
"Same origin? Do you believe it? God's immortal family, God's heaven, a fairy pulled out at random, all live a long time, and placed in the world, they are all old monsters who have lived ten thousand years. Is it of the same origin?"
"Heaven and the world are fundamentally different."
The old heavenly master shook his head, and the purple qi golden lotus all over his body shone with more and more brilliant brilliance.
He didn't know what Zhenwu Temple mainly did, but he felt that he had to stop this person, otherwise, bad accidents would happen.
Zhenwu Temple and Tianshi Mansion, as the two major powers in the world, have completely different directions. There is a lotus pond in Tianshi Mansion, which gathers the luck of the world and develops.
If the luck of the world is weak, the Tianshi Mansion will naturally weaken.
And in an era when practice is exhausted, in this era when Yuanmeng's iron hoof tramples on the land of Middle Earth... Naturally, it is difficult for the Tianshi Mansion to be strong.
On the other hand, Zhenwuguan is different. If the sky is immortal, Zhenwuguan will always be at its peak.
The Master of Zhenwu Temple shook his head: "I don't want to argue with you. Although Tianshi Mansion and Zhenwu Temple are both Taoist sects, your way and mine are very different, and we will not seek each other."
"The Dao of Zhenwuguan is nothing more than ascending to immortality. The ascension to immortality here is to ascend to the sky..."
"And the Heavenly Master's Mansion..."
The old celestial master raised his hand, and golden lotuses bloomed in his palm: "The ones in the celestial master's mansion are ascended to become immortals, and those who ascend are in the holy realm. The so-called immortals are not immortals with different speeds of time in the sky, but The venerable Yuanyuan who condenses the origin in the holy land is the immortal of the human race."
The master of Zhenwu Temple smiled: "So, you and I are both Taoists, but the ways are different."
The old celestial master stared, his beard and hair floating, and the golden lotus bloomed and withered.
And the master of Zhenwu Temple held the peach wood sword cast by the peach branches in the peach forest in the sky, and raised it gently.
"go with!"
An edict.
The master of Zhenwu Guan's brows was shining brightly, and the primordial spirit jumped up, sitting upright in the void, with a brilliant mind.
The extradition mahogany sword burst out, and countless annihilation thunders were intertwined around, like a thunder ball guided by the sword. Among the many thunders, there was even a gloomy black thunder.
That is the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder in the sky!
boom! ! !
The void exploded inch by inch, and under the interweaving of thunder, it was torn apart, and each thunder seemed to shatter the space.
The thunder scattered, the thunder rolled, and the gunpowder smoke filled the air!
An Le stared, feeling the terrifying coercion. The sword handed out by the master of the Zhenwu Temple was too terrifying, like a mahogany sword that would destroy the world. It will explode, and the body will die.
"What a terrible sword, Brother Le, let's go back, this place is too scary, it's not the place we should come to at this level."
The precious tree took root on An Le's shoulders, trembling and wailing.
An Le glanced at him, indicating that he can't speak, don't say anything, don't make any fuss.
With a movement of his mind, his spine was like a dragon, and two mountain and river tripods were smashed out, turning into one big and one small, upside down to protect his body.
The aftermath of scattered and intertwined thunder impacted on the Shanhe Ding, leaving only a white mark, but failed to destroy the Shanhe Ding in the slightest.
An Le was no longer threatened by Lei Ting.
However, An Le's eyes were staring at the Wannian peach wood sword that cut towards Shihuang's body in the coffin through the mountain and river cauldron!
Suddenly, the bamboo sword and green mountain shot out sword light, turned into a stream of light, drilled into the mountain and river cauldron, and returned to An Le's hands.
An Le was stunned.
I was a little confused for a while, how did the bamboo sword Qingshan come back to him?
Shouldn't it collide with the Wannian peach wood sword?Carrying out an earth-shattering sword collision and confrontation?
"The corpse of Guzhi has undergone a mutation. If Zhenwuguan wants to test it for the immortal, let him do it. Guzhi will protect you first."
The voice like a spring breeze resounded from An Le's heart.
That was the sound from the emperor's stone figurines in the Qingshan space.
An Le took a deep breath, the emperor stone figurine's words revealed too much information, making An Le a little confused for a while.
What does it mean that the corpse has undergone a mutation?
However, the emperor's stone figurines did not explain clearly to An Le.
Roar! ! !
When Zhujian Qingshan flew away from the arms protruding from the coffin, a terrifying roar suddenly came out from the coffin.
Countless thunderbolts splashed in all directions, and the ten thousand year mahogany sword continued to slash towards the coffin.
At this moment, the light was brilliant, as if it had become the only big sun in the world. It was so dazzling that it attracted everyone's attention!
Emperor Yuanmeng's breath fluctuated, his body was burly, and the power of the eight dragon veins intertwined like a horse, his face was solemn and dignified.
The strength and background of Zhenwuguan somewhat exceeded his expectations.
If the Yuanmeng Empire wanted to sweep away all the forces in the world, the Zhenwu Temple would be an extremely difficult nut to crack.
The most important thing is that Zhenwu Temple is connected with God, as if God is talking about people in the world, and it is a huge threat to Emperor Yuanmeng, like a poisoned sharp knife in the belly of Yuanmeng Empire , will be ruthlessly tied down at any time.
Emperor Yuanmeng knew himself very well. Since he wanted to unify the world and refine the nine dragon veins in the middle of the world, his path was doomed to run counter to God, and it was impossible to deal with God calmly.
At this moment, the corpse of Shihuang sleeping in the bronze coffin may be his future.
Therefore, the threat posed to him by Zhenwu Temple today even surpassed many countries in the world. The Great Zhao Dynasty, Xiliang Demon Kingdom, Dali Kingdom, etc., could not compare to the oppression brought by Zhenwu Temple.
The ten-thousand-year mahogany sword floated above the coffin, thundering like a sea.
The master of Zhenwu Temple, with his beard and hair flying, stared intently, pinched the Dao seal with his palm, and chanted scriptures in his mouth, eloquently.
"Edict!"
Master Zhenwu shouted sharply.
In an instant, the mahogany sword slammed down towards the coffin, trying to pierce through the coffin and completely kill the mutated corpse of the first emperor in the coffin, so that the changes in the corpse of the first emperor could be wiped out at the beginning!
This is the will guidance of the gods and immortals he has achieved!
However, with a roar, the arm in the coffin stretched out again, and grabbed the mahogany sword intertwined with thunder.
clap clap clap!
The sound of explosions continued to explode around the arm, the space was intertwined and broken, and the cracks were densely covered.
The sleeve of the arm was torn, and the black black robe was blown into silk ribbons, hanging on the arm.
It was a pitch-black arm, and there were lines like magma flowing on the arm, like molten iron, poured into tracks!
Terrifying corpse aura suddenly burst out from that arm, turbulent like a hurricane, and surging corpse aura was as black as thick fog!
The ten-thousand-year mahogany sword that entered the world from the heavens was grasped by this arm, and the corpse energy collided with the thunder, and the sound of explosion resounded.
And that terrifying thunder of annihilation, under this corpse aura, was slowly suppressed and wiped away!
"Sure enough... Ying Qin Shihuang's body has indeed undergone a mutation, as deduced by an immortal, and now I am afraid that it has transformed into a peerless body of drought!"
Zhenwu Temple's expression changed.
When seeing this arm, it wasn't just the Master Zhenwu who became horrified, but Emperor Yuanmeng, the old Tianshi, the ten-level powerhouses of the Three Buddha Temple, etc., all had dignified expressions in their eyes.
The Mohist old monster wrapped under the Void Armor had complicated eyes. He glanced at the mysterious sarcophagus and sighed.
He suddenly knew why the physical body sleeping in the sarcophagus had changed during those years when his soul was sleeping, and it seemed to be affected by it.
However, after the complicated emotions were revealed in the eyes of the old monster of the Mo family, a flash of light flashed: "No, with your majesty's strength, there is no possibility of mutation in the body at all. Mutation...means the birth of a new soul, which belongs to a new life The change of..."
The old monster of the Mo family suddenly shifted his gaze horizontally, and landed on An Le's body. He saw the green mountain of the bamboo sword worn by An Le's waist, and there was a will-o'-the-wisp look in his eyes.
"Perhaps... everything is His Majesty's plan? A plan spanning thousands of years? Using a mutated body to live a new life in the present after thousands of years?"
Thinking about it like this, the old monster of the Mo family felt more and more likely.
He looked at the sarcophagus where he was buried, maybe... he also had the opportunity to follow suit and live a second life? !
boom! !
Suddenly, a deafening thunder exploded, and the divine thunder hidden in the peach wood sword for thousands of years suddenly revealed an astonishing brilliance at this moment!
The gloomy thunder seemed to have a terrifying aura of destroying the world, shattering the space, annihilating everything, and slashed towards that arm!
However, among the flowing magma-like lines on that pitch-black arm, golden characters suddenly emerged one by one.
An Le is extremely familiar, it is a complete ancient scripture!
The first emperor actually engraved this scripture on his body!
The scriptures emerged, and the flame jumped up, as if the ignited corpse aura, the dark corpse aura was ignited and turned into a black flame, like a terrifying karmic fire burning from the nether world!
The black thunder, the black karmic fire, when the two collide, the Nine Heavens God Thunder is wiped out!
With a crackling sound, the Wannian mahogany sword delivered from the heavens to the world was covered with cracks, and finally, it was crushed violently by the arm burning with the scorching black karmic fire, and burned to ashes!
The master of Zhenwu Temple spat blood from his mouth, and the primordial spirit sitting in the void sprayed out the blood of the primordial spirit, his face was dark and his breath was sluggish.
"The physical body has mutated... the peerless Hanba, Qin Shihuang may use this corpse of Hanba to keep his true spirit immortal, and live another life! I just don't know where the true spirit of the first emperor is hidden, and whether it can be suppressed to live in the corpse of Hanba If the spiritual wisdom that was born can't be... a great demon will appear in the world, Han Ba will be born, and the mountains and rivers will be burned to the ground! Disaster is imminent!"
The master of Zhenwu Temple looked pale and murmured.
In the bronze coffin in the center of the Lingtai, the horrible atmosphere is still spreading, and the karmic fire is constantly burning, distorting the space, even if it is a broken space, it still cannot escape the burning of the karmic fire.
The black flame twisted like a black hole, releasing an extremely terrifying aura!
An Le stood beside the bronze coffin, and could naturally feel the terrifying burning power.
Vaguely, An Le also sensed an extremely bursting spirit revived in the coffin, wanting to annihilate and burn everything.
"An Le, are you ready?"
Suddenly, the emperor's stone figurines in the Qingshan space spoke softly.
The light suspicion, in Anle's ears, was like a thunderclap, making his scalp numb.
These words are inexplicably scary.
"Senior...are you ready for anything?" An Le asked hurriedly with a blank face.
"In the coffin, before dying, the lonely corpse engraved ancient scriptures with the power of the primordial spirit. Thousands of years have passed, and the body has undergone a mutation, and it has been born as an immortal drought. Now it is the last step. The origin of a fairy king to complete the final transformation."
"An Le, you should know the stone figurines, right? The stone figurines can exist forever, just like the body of the Hanba, which is immortal, and controlled by the true spirit, can live for a lifetime. The principle is the same, and the body of the Hanba is controlled by the true spirit. , just like the true spirit controlling the stone figurines."
A gentle voice came out of the emperor stone figurine.
Hearing this, An Le couldn't help but take a deep breath, the principle is the same, but... can the stone figurines compare with the body of a drought man?
Hanba can already be called the power of gods and demons.
An Le also noticed the grand scheme of the peerless emperor spanning thousands of years.
However, what puzzled An Le was why did Qin Shihuang's physical body turn into a drought?Is it just because the ancient scriptures are carved on the body after death?
Now that Anle is alive and has finished carving the scriptures, will there be any changes?
On the stone path in the green mountain space, the emperor's stone figurines stand and look at them, and there seems to be a flame like the rising sun burning in their eyes.
He seemed to feel An Le's thoughts, and explained: "The method of transforming the corpse of Hanba is an ancient secret method. I don't know it alone, but it is only understood by the holy master."
This explanation made An Le's eyes condense, and the lingering doubts seemed to be answered.
It turns out that there is a shadow of a saint in this plan that spans the ages!
"What does the senior want me to prepare?"
An Le took a deep breath, held the bamboo sword Qingshan tightly, and asked in a deep voice.
The stone figurines of the emperor stand on the stone path between the mountains. If there is a breeze blowing, the stone figurines will quietly watch the vicissitudes of life.
"You came up from the ancient city of Bajing, you should know that under the mausoleum, there is a white tiger fairy from the ancient family of Shangcangxian, and let her live until now, just to kill the fairy and take the origin of the fairy ..."
When An Le heard the words, she was immediately puzzled, such a big event had nothing to do with him, right?
Immortal Jun heard that it was an existence beyond the ten realms, and he was the strongest in the eleven realms...
It is impossible for him to be able to help even the eighth realm.
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