Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 200 The Eleven Realm Origin Venerable, the Future Sword Qi Slays the Immortal Lord 【Ask for monthly ticket】

An Le looked solemn, listening to the words of the emperor's stone figurines coming from the green mountain of bamboo swords.

The emperor's stone figurines have a plan, even a plan that spans the ages and united with the saints. The plan is very big, to turn the body into a drought, so that they can regain the ownership of the body with a touch of true spirit kept in the emperor's stone figurines , live a new life.

This process seems to be very simple to say, but if it is really implemented, it is extremely difficult. Any mistake in any link will lead to the failure of the plan.

Now the transformation of the Hanba is still missing the last link, which is to kill an immortal from the ancient family of Shangcangxian who is sealed under the mausoleum.

Take the original power of the immortal to help the corpse complete the final transformation, and completely become a creature of gods and demons... Hanba!
"With such a plan, my strength...can't do anything?"

An Le couldn't help but speak.

The emperor's stone figurines asked him to prepare, and An Le really couldn't think of what he could do in this plan.

Help kill the fairy?
The immortals of the ancient family of Shangcangxian knew the existence of the eleventh realm. For today's Anle, the tenth realm is extremely difficult and difficult to compete with, let alone the eleventh realm.

Seemingly sensing An Le's thoughts, the Emperor's stone figurines were not in a hurry, and opened their mouths to give An Le some secret education.

"The celestial king is the eleventh realm. In the human world, the eleventh realm is called the original source. He not only masters the avenue, but also condenses the avenue and refines the original source. The original source is an extremely powerful force with the power of life." , in addition to prolonging the lifespan of the practitioner, it can also give the practitioner the power of rebirth."

"If you have enough original energy, you can even reshape your physical body, reunite your soul, and live forever."

The emperor's stone figurines introduce Anle to the power of the eleven realms.

"In the heavens, the eleventh realm is a fairy king, and in the human world, the eleventh realm is called the original venerable. Every original venerable has a lifespan of at least 600 years, which is the limit of the tenth realm's lifespan. Twice, even some primordial beings who have reached the extreme in the eleventh realm can live up to 3000 years."

An Le couldn't help being shocked when he heard that, this was the first time he really learned about the eleventh realm.

He knew that a strong person in the Ninth Realm can live up to five hundred years, and after breaking through the Tenth Realm, although they can extend their lifespan, they can only live up to eight hundred years, not even a thousand years.

And after becoming the Supreme Master of the Eleventh Realm, the lifespan can reach 600 years, not to mention, if you become the Supreme Master of the Eleventh Realm, you can even live for 3000 years!
It's just...

Shocking!

However, An Le's eyes moved slightly, thinking of something.

The original energy mentioned by the emperor's stone figurines...is it the feedback obtained after killing the descendants of the immortals through the military order of the ten thousand husbands?
The energy poured into those feedback opportunities is called the original source, and it may be the original energy of the eleventh realm powerhouse.

And the fresh air fed back by the Dao fruit [Fearless Heart] mastered by Anle is more special than the ordinary original energy. It can not only act on the primordial spirit, but also on the physical body, assisting in cultivation and improving cultivation.

Where does the original source of fresh energy that surges out of the Fearless Heart Dao Fruit come from?

"Senior, the original energy...is it only the Eleventh Realm masters can master and possess it? Previously, in the Eighth Realm Immortal Ancient Battlefield, holding a military order to kill the descendants of the immortals, the energy feedback obtained was the original energy? "

An Le asked.

The emperor's stone figurine replied softly: "Naturally, this is not the case. What is the original energy? It is a special energy condensed by practitioners who surpassed the heavens and the earth. It has the effect of life and death. Strictly speaking, the original energy is actually a natural talent." Dibao, compared to some precious medicines born in the mountains and rivers of the world, is not inferior, and it is not weaker than some fairy medicines born in the heavens."

"Origin is a treasure. You should know that in an earlier era, cultivation was easy, and there were countless strong men born. At that time, there were countless strong men who flew into the sky and escaped from the ground. Naturally, there were many more Eleventh Realm Masters. .”

"However, some original masters fell in the ancient wars, and their bodies decayed, but the original source is not destroyed. The leftover original source will become a treasure, which continues to this day and becomes good fortune."

"If you can get a source, refine the source, remove the pure energy in the source, but also understand the Dao understanding contained in the source that belongs to the master of the source, it will be much easier to advance to the eleventh realm."

"However, the way of the predecessors can only be used as a reference and understanding after all, and cannot be copied blindly. That will only limit the upper limit of death itself, and the gain outweighs the loss."

Maybe knowing what's coming next will be quite stressful for An Le.

Therefore, the emperor stone figurines unreservedly explained their doubts to An Le.

After An Le listened, there was a sparkle in his eyes, and he suddenly had a bold guess, maybe the [Fearless Heart] Dao Fruit...is the original good fortune left by a strong man after the fall?

Moreover, this strong man is definitely very powerful, and may even be the legendary Supreme Being who has reached the extreme in the field of the Eleven Realm Original Venerable!

Therefore, its source of clear energy is more powerful than the ordinary source of energy, which can not only act on the primordial spirit, but also assist the physical body!

"Anle, you are only at the eighth level now, so naturally you can't intervene in the battle at the eleventh level... Next, you don't need your help to kill the immortal king. I want you to prepare, mainly for the matter after killing the immortal king and taking the source."

The emperor's stone figurines were no longer kept, and he solemnly said to An Le.

"Slaying the Immortal Monarch and taking the source, Gu will collect the coffin and put it into the sword space of bamboo swords and green mountains, and the true spirit left by Gu Zhi will choose to eradicate the will of Hanba at the moment when Hanba's body is formally refined and formed. Taking back the body, of course, that's all for later."

"After collecting the bronze coffin into the sword space, Gu will send you out of the ancient battlefield of the immortals of the ten realms and back to the ancient battlefield of the immortals of the nine realms. All you have to do... is to leave the Lishan Mausoleum."

The stone figurines of the emperor stand on the stone path of the green mountain, and the eyes on the stone figurines seem to be shining with light.

An Le's heart trembled slightly, and she was horrified.

Collect the bronze coffin and put it into the space of the bamboo sword and Qingshan sword weapon?
And send him away from the ancient battlefield of the Ten Realms...

Then there is no need to think about it, his An Le will definitely become the target of public criticism, and it will definitely not be so easy to leave safely.

There must be pressure, but somehow it gave Anle a sense of stimulation and challenge.

What is the purpose of many ten realm powerhouses entering the mausoleum?
Isn't it just to find a chance to break through the eleventh realm?

The power of mountains, rivers, and dragon veins is one thing, but it also wants to learn from the corpse of the first emperor in the coffin to learn the method and opportunity to break through the eleventh realm.

As a result, the Shanhe Ding was taken away by him Anle, and the incomplete ancient scriptures on the coffin were also taken away by him.

In the end, he even had to take away the bronze coffin where Shi Huang's body was buried...

These ten-level powerhouses entered the Immortal Ancient Battlefield and fought to the death, without gaining any benefits. It is conceivable how depressed and angry they are.

What An Le will face will also be the anger of many powerhouses in the ten realms.

Just thinking about it makes Anle feel exciting.

"Don't worry, I will do my best."

An Le didn't flinch, but a bit of fighting spirit surged in her heart.

The emperor's stone figurines smiled, but it was not unexpected. An Le dared to create a ruthless man who could refine the mountains and rivers and integrate them into his body. Dare and courage to challenge the unknown.

Perhaps, this is one of the reasons why Zhujian Qingshan favors Anle.

It was also an important reason why he was able to recover in the hands of An Le.

In fact, there are many loopholes in his plan for ten thousand years. What if he never wakes up in this era, what if the drought is born early and breaks through the barrier, what if... the Baihu Xianjun who was sealed under the tomb tore off the seal and regained free……

All will break his plan, let him plan for thousands of years, and finally he can only truly become the first peerless emperor in the world who died in the history of time.

In the green hill space, there seems to be a red sun rising.

The radiance of the red sun poured over the stone paths in the mountains, burned away the fairy fog, and illuminated the emperor's stone figurines, as if the stone figurines gradually burst into life, illuminating the future.

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The underground palace vibrated, and the lake of spiritual liquid surged endlessly, as if it had been evaporated, and the misty heat waves rolled and intertwined.

Standing on the edge of the Lingtai, the master of Zhenwu Temple, his face is extremely ugly and dignified. The ten-thousand-year-old peach-wood sword was refined from the branches of the ten-thousand-year-old peach tree in the peach garden of the Heavenly Court. Go, the mahogany sword was crushed and turned into wreckage.

The bronze Lingtai is like a lotus leaf unfolding in the great lake of spiritual liquid. The bronze coffin is lifted by the lotus leaf. There is black karmic fire burning from the coffin. The scorching temperature spreads, making the temperature in the underground palace keep rising!
Such a change made all the ten-level powerhouses present look pale, with horror in their eyes. They are not stupid, and they seem to have noticed something is wrong.

In the inner and outer coffins, the body of the peerless emperor, who died for thousands of years, will turn into a drought demon in this era, a creature of gods and demons recorded in ancient legends!
That peerless emperor, even if thousands of years passed away, he is still scheming about the present!

Really terrible!
However, while the hearts of many powerhouses were palpitating, their pupils were also shining with brilliance, and their hearts were agitated.

Many people's eyes flickered, and they figured out some reasons. This peerless emperor's ability to turn into a drought seems to have an inseparable relationship with the ancient scriptures engraved on his body.

The fire of the scriptures, combined with the eternal corpse energy stored in the cellar, turned into a torrent of karmic fire.

Under the fire of karma, the body of Hanba is gradually taking shape!

The real opportunity...is that ancient scripture!
The ancient scriptures on Hanba's body are not easy to get, but An Le also seals the ancient scriptures on his body, so the ancient scriptures on his body... are easy to get.

Even Uncle Yan Tong was a little bit moved at this moment, and silently decided in his heart to wait until he got the ancient scriptures from An Le before killing this variable!

Such an ancient scripture, even he was moved by it.

However, many ten-level powerhouses dare not make any changes, and they have not yet figured out the current situation.

The master of the Zhenwu Temple represents God, and he handed out a mahogany sword that engulfs the Nine Heavens God Thunder and destroys thunder, which means that the battle between God and the peerless emperor has continued from ten thousand years ago to this era.

If they act now, they may become cannon fodder.

Emperor Yuanmeng didn't even pay attention to these things anymore, he stepped up into the air, and around his burly body, the aura of eight dragon veins drooped down. He raised his hand, and his five fingers pierced through the void like a spear, and grabbed at the power of the ninth dragon vein.

He wants to refine the power of the ninth dragon vein, use his own way to blaze a new path, and set foot on the eleventh realm!
Emperor Yuanmeng still had ambitions burning like wildfire in his heart. He wanted ancient scriptures, mountains and rivers, and the power of dragon veins!

He wants all the opportunities!

Before that, he had to refine the ninth dragon vein, so that his luck would be complete, and he became the first practitioner who had completed the refining of the nine dragon veins in the earth since ancient times!
The power of the ninth dragon vein is stronger than that of the first eight. Emperor Yuanmeng's brows glowed, his primordial spirit bloomed with brilliance, and his blood surged like a vast sea. He ignored the abnormality in the bronze coffin and focused on capturing the land of the ninth dragon vein.

The dragon roared, just like the power of the dragon's veins that turned into a real earthy dragon, rolling in mid-air, and broke out to fight with Emperor Yuanmeng!

On the other side, the eyes of the old monster of the Mo family flickered, staring at the sarcophagus, there seemed to be a little breath flowing out of the sarcophagus, and the silver space power flashed around him, as if causing a collapse, interweaving into an extremely gorgeous light curtain, Always be ready to suppress the changes in the sarcophagus.

The old celestial master sitting in the purple golden lotus fluttered bright yellow talismans one after another, and the yellow talisman papers flew up, driven by the power of luck, and trembled slightly, carrying the power of the avenue, shaking the world.

He wanted to attack Zhenwu Guanzhu and stop Zhenwu Guanzhu's subsequent actions.

Anyway, the old master is very clear-headed, he bets everything on An Le, and An Le has an inseparable relationship with the peerless emperor in the coffin. Transforming into a Hanba, of course you can't go wrong.

If that peerless emperor really completed the transformation of his body, he would live a new life in this era.

An Le will definitely benefit greatly from this. With the protection of the strongest, the ancient scriptures carved in the body will naturally be preserved, leaving enough time for An Le to become stronger.

Master Zhenwu glanced at the old Tianshi calmly: "Old Tianshi, you can't stop the poor, the Tianshifu has declined in this era, but even the Tianshifu in the most prosperous period can't stop it. "

Master Zhenwu didn't pay any attention to the old Tianshi. This was because of his own self-cultivation, backed by God, and his background was much stronger than Tianshi's mansion.

In this era, what is left of Tianshi Mansion?
Maybe there is a terrible talisman, a lotus pond, a golden lotus, what else is left?
Not at all to be afraid of.

Besides...

Master Zhenwu's eyes flickered, he was not in a hurry as the mahogany sword was destroyed.

He raised his arms, and his Taoist robe was like the feathers of a white crane, fluttering in the breeze.

He made the marks of Taoism with both hands, changed dozens of marks in a short while, and pushed forward violently!
Suddenly, outside the underground palace, there was a majestic aura bursting out, and ten auras surged, turning into streamers of light and rushing towards them at high speed.

The aura was mighty, the white light was like a pillar, and it hit the gate of the underground palace, turning into nine figures wearing bamboo hats and hanging down the black curtain. In addition, there was a familiar figure of An Le, who was supposed to be in the ancient city of Nine Realms. The Daozi of Zhenwu Guan inside, together with the Daozi, happens to be the nine breaths.

An Le's eyes froze, and she looked towards the entrance of the underground palace, her heart shaking.

In the ancient battlefield of the Eight Realms, he had beheaded the nine Taoists of Zhenwuguan whose immortal will occupied their bodies. He did not expect that the nine left by Daozi of Zhenwuguan would be used at this moment.

However, what puzzled An Le was... the auras of these nine Taoists, even with the blessing of God's immortal will, are only the completion of the single nine realms. Although it is very good, compared with many ten realms present, it is not enough at all look.

Even, to put it bluntly, it can't affect the situation of the battle.

Not to mention restricting the corpse of the first emperor who is about to undergo transformation.

"The skill of Zhenwuguan is really not small. It seems that they came prepared, and they are more prepared than the practitioners of the Yuanmeng Empire."

The old sword sage flicked three swords around his body, and said with a sneer, intending to use this words to stimulate Emperor Yuanmeng, so that Emperor Yuanmeng would attack Zhenwu Guanzhu.

Just like the choice of the old master, the reason for the choice of the old sword master is actually the same.

Jianchi Palace is now also tied to An Le, An Le is strong, and Jianchi Palace will have a chance to prosper in the future.

The old Juggernaut did not ask for Jianchi Palace to be strong enough to overwhelm Zhenwu Temple, Lanke Temple and other powerful Jianghu forces. As long as it can maintain prosperity, it is enough to continue through the years.

But Emperor Yuanmeng didn't pay attention to his bitter words at all at the moment, and devoted himself to refining the power of the ninth dragon vein.

Emperor Yuanmeng knew very well that now, he had to complete the refining of dragon veins and step into the eleventh realm before he was qualified to participate in the next big change!
Seeing that Emperor Yuanmeng was indifferent, the old sword master didn't take it seriously, but the sword light around him became stronger and stronger, and his shots became more unreserved.

The old sword master also knew that the situation had progressed more and more beyond everyone's expectations.

Master Zhenwu didn't pay attention to the old sword master either. The old sword master was just a single land immortal, and his combat power was in the middle and lower reaches of the ten realms of the battlefield, so he was nothing to fear.

A look of horror appeared in the eyes of the old heavenly master.

"You are crazy!"

He looked at Master Zhenwu and said angrily.

Master Zhenwu didn't pay any attention to him either, clapping his palms together suddenly, muttering something, the tyrannical primordial spirit spread out the mental fluctuations, like light rain splashing behind him!

There are symbols appearing one by one, exuding mystery, intertwined with Dao Yun, surrounding Zhenwu Guanzhu's body, clanging and clanging like iron collisions resounding endlessly.

"The primordial spirit is the sacrifice, and the flesh and blood are the proof!"

"Sleeping fairy, listen to God's call!"

Zhenwu Guanzhu's body is densely intertwined with symbols.

The nine Taoist priests at the gate of the underground palace had their bamboo hats broken and were burned to ashes by the fire of Nirvana.

The primordial spirit burned under the fire of Nirvana, and the flesh and blood of the physical body boiled, with symbols and seals engraved on it.

Daozi Zhenwuguan's hairs stood on end, looking around, he felt that there was something very wrong with him appearing here.

With his cultivation base, what is he doing here?
He is now weaker than An Le, and he can't change anything at all.

And listening to the voice of the sacrificial priest, Daozi Zhenwuguan obviously realized that he was involved here!
Maybe he... is just a bearer!

The bearer that carries the will of the immortal monarch!

"No!"

"Monastery master, no! I am the Daozi of Zhenwu Temple, my future potential is unlimited, how can I be used as a bearer?!"

Daozi went crazy, his eyes instantly turned red.

He who is familiar with Taoism, how can he not know what the fate of being reduced to a carrier is?
At that time, he will no longer be himself, his soul will be deep in Yongzhen's body, stepped on the bottom of the valley by the will of the fairy, and he can only watch his physical body being manipulated and controlled by the fairy, watching himself become someone else.

"Zhenwuguan can have new Taoists, but today's plan must not fail."

Master Zhenwu said indifferently.

Being too ruthless is the classic concept of Zhenwu Guandaomen.

Daozi Zhenwuguan burst into tears, with a sense of despair that his soul and faith had collapsed. It turned out that he claimed to be a genius, but he was just a pitiful pawn.

Daozi Zhenwu Guan looked at An Le who was sitting on the side of the coffin, dressed in white and snowy.

An Le also looked at Dao Zi, and the two eyes collided. Even if An Le became the Lord of the Seventh Mountain, the former Dao Zi was still arrogant and looked down on An Le.

But now, Daozi envies An Le very much, just because An Le has the courage and ability to break through barriers, calculations, and established destiny, and rise against the odds!
At this moment, he was in awe of Anle!

boom!
Daozi roared angrily, his Taoist robe flew up, he turned around and fled towards the outside of the underground palace.

However, the aura of the nine Taoists who have been extradited to Nirvana is too strong. At this moment, they are equivalent to nine strong men who have just entered the tenth realm.

It easily blocked the escape space for Daozi, and the fire of Nirvana ignited, forming symbols one by one, and penetrated into Daozi's body.

The divine light in Daozi's eyes began to dim, and gradually...became gray, as if he had lost his spirituality and vigor.

at the same time……

Between the heaven and the earth, there seemed to be an extremely majestic will suddenly awakening from a deep sleep.

Everyone in the underground palace felt that they vaguely saw a pair of extraordinary eyes slowly opening!

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In the ancient city of Nine Realms, the descendants of the Immortal White Tiger Family, such as Huhai, Husang, and Hutian, who were still competing for the opportunity, all covered their hearts, their blood was boiling, boiling uncontrollably.

Hu Yue held a drop of fairy blood given by the old fairy head. At this moment, this drop of blood was so hot that Hu Yue couldn't hold it. She forced her to hold it, and the hot fairy blood burned her white flesh and bones. fester.

The blood flew away, broke through the space, and disappeared instantly.

Hu Yue felt lost. After all, the blood of the immortal monarch is a very tempting treasure for any descendant of an immortal, a treasure that can transform his cultivation base.

However, the flying of the fairy blood means that Hu Yue is also very clear about it. The owner of the fairy blood, that is, the fairy monarch sealed under the ancient tomb, maybe... is going to recover!
For a long time, the old fairy had told them that a real powerful fairy who had walked far away from the eleventh realm was buried under the tomb. To the sleeping fairy, time is nothing more than a hundred years.

But now, Xianjun has recovered, and must begin to break the seal and return to heaven.

Among the descendants of immortals such as Huhai, Husang, and Hutian, Tianjiao were all very excited, and felt like they were in tears. This era has made them wait.

"Xianjun! If you have a spirit, please avenge the old fairy head and the dead Hucang!"

Hu Yue knelt down on the ground, with tears streaming down his face, and kowtowed in the direction of Xianxue going through the air.

However, Xianxue never responded to her.

Hu Hai came walking, holding a big halberd in his hand, and sighed softly.

"Huyue, don't worry, the celestial monarch has recovered, and all the practitioners who enter the tomb from the outside world will undoubtedly die, and they will all be buried for our dead companions."

"The old fairy will not die in vain, and the tiger cang and the tiger carp will not die in vain."

Hu Hai comforted him.

Hu Yue pursed her lips, with tears in her eyes: "I know, I just hate my lack of self-cultivation, I can't kill An Le with my own hands, and avenge Hu Cang."

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The accident happened again, and the atmosphere in the Ten Realms Immortal Ancient Battlefield, which is also the tomb palace, seemed to become scorching hot.

The air seemed to be boiling, as if it had been burned to the extreme, and the will that had been sleeping for a long time woke up from the deep sleep, and the majestic energy began to flow.

The great lake of psychic liquid completely made of innate psychic liquid is boiling.

Many of the ten realms were creepy, their hairs stood on end, their brows glowed, and their primordial spirits were released, sensing the surrounding situation, and did not dare to underestimate or make any changes.

The face of the master of Zhenwu Temple showed a look of relief and emotion.

"Bukui is a fairy who entered the world from the heavens. Even if it takes thousands of years, his flesh and blood and primordial spirit will never be erased. He still exists in the world forever, and his strength has maintained the strength of the peak period."

Master Zhenwu sighed.

Practitioners of Zhenwu Temple seek Taoism and seek to ascend to the heavens, and realize a different kind of longevity in the heavens.

Although the rules and forces of God and the world are different, it is also a pursuit and exploration of longevity.

The symbols are intertwined around, and the primordial spirit manifests, like iron objects colliding.

A drop of scarlet blood came from the shattered space, bringing with it a deep will.

This drop of blood manifested outside the underground palace, and then, like a blood-colored meteor, pierced the night sky, and appeared in front of Daozi whose eyes had lost his light, and touched the center of Daozi's eyebrows, like a touch of blood-colored cinnabar.

boom!
Daozi's pupils burst out with a golden luster in an instant, and the surrounding aura boiled with immortal energy.

The nine Taoists of Zhenwu Temple who had ignited Nirvana dispersed their primordial power one after another, and no longer restricted Daozi.

Daozi had a slender body, stretched his waist, and wore a Taoist robe.

"Thousands of years have passed by in the world, but to me, it's just a hundred years of sleep..."

Daozi twitched his lips and smiled lightly.

His eyes scanned the underground palace, the emperor Yuanmeng, the old heavenly master, Uncle Yan Tong, the old monster of the Mo family, etc.

In the end, it landed on the bronze coffin that was burning with fire.

"Yingqin, even if you are unrivaled, you will still fall... The original venerable of the eleventh realm reached the peak and became the supreme in the world, but he still died."

Daozi put his hands behind his back, his hair was flying, his body floated lightly, and said with a light smile.

Master Zhenwu and the nine Taoists who ignited Nirvana and burned their lives bowed to Taoist one after another: "I have seen Immortal Hupo."

Daozi nodded slightly: "Ying Qin teamed up with many hundreds of families and eleven realms to seal me, trying to let time obliterate me, but I extradite God's rules, ten thousand years are like a hundred years to me, my state is still prosperous, but Ying Qin and others Still dead, reduced to dry bones, become a legend."

Master Zhenwu respectfully said: "Emperor Yingqin planned for thousands of years to turn his corpse into a Hanba and become a mythical creature. Now, with the fire of karma, he is about to truly transform into a Hanba, so he invited Xianjun to revive him. Crush the plan of the Emperor of Qin."

Daozi's eyes froze, he stared at the coffin that was burning with karma, and his face became dignified: "It's a good plan, the corpse turns into Hanba, and then returns with the true spirit, gets the mythical Hanba's body, wraps the true spirit with the original source, the true spirit is immortal, and you will be born." Immortality, stepping into the Twelve Realms with an alternative method! Great method! Great ambition!"

Master Zhenwu was startled, he didn't expect Xianjun to see it so clearly just for the first time.

"Don't worry, since I've learned about it, I won't let his plan succeed."

"Suppress the Hanba, win Qin Yuanyuan, I also have the opportunity to touch the realm of the Immortal King!"

Daozi chuckled.

"However, before breaking this plan, I want to know, who is An Le?"

Suddenly, Daozi spoke softly.

"A descendant who previously carried my immortal blood cried and begged me to avenge him. If there was no descendant to protect the immortal blood, my immortal blood might evaporate and be consumed in the ancient battlefield of the Eight Realms..."

"Therefore, I have decided to fulfill the request of my descendants."

Daozi said, the voice lingered in the underground palace.

However, there was silence in the underground palace, but no one said anything, and no one pointed out the identity and position of An Le for Daozi.

However, Daozi's eyes turned, and finally fell on An Le who was sitting on the side of the bronze coffin.

"You are An Le?"

Daozi said indifferently.

Sitting upright in Anle, his white clothes were more than snow, and there were faint glimmers of ancient scriptures on his body, but now that he has stabilized, he can already hide the scriptures without showing them.

"So what?"

Anle said calmly.

Daozi's eyes were cold: "It's just eight realms... I'm too lazy to do it, and my hands will be dirty. You should kill yourself, finish it yourself, and give yourself a good time."

Xianjun's words are very domineering, and he still maintains and continues his strength as an immortal.

When An Le heard this, a smile hung on the corner of her lips, and she put her palm on the bamboo sword and green mountain, and said, "You should cut yourself too, and give yourself a good time."

"Who doesn't speak big words? Come and kill me if you have the ability? I'm right here, come here."

An Le's voice was calm.

The immortal who occupied Daozi's body suddenly burst out with a strong will in his eyes.

"What a crazy boy, since you are given the opportunity to commit suicide and you don't use it, then just wait for a tragic death... If you fall into this gentleman's hands, you will feel the extreme pain of your soul, and you will not be able to die."

Daozi said coldly, and the next moment he raised the palm wrapped in the Taoist robe, the palm as white as jade with icy muscles and bones, turned into a claw shape, and slapped it fiercely.

boom!
It was as if a tiger's claw had smashed into the great lake of psychic liquid transformed by innate aura.

On his side, the nine Taoist priests who had ignited Nirvana also ignited the flames in their bodies, and finally, they turned into distorted flames, intertwined into a majestic flaming blade.

The blade slashed down fiercely!

In an instant, the great lake of spiritual liquid split into two, and the fire spread all the way, hitting the spiritual platform, causing the spiritual platform to vibrate violently.

Emperor Yuan Meng had just suppressed the power of the ninth dragon vein when he felt such a strange state, and the solemn color surged in his eyes.

When Master Zhenwu awakened the will of Xianjun, Emperor Yuanmeng understood that he would also face a test next.

It is absolutely impossible for a revived immortal monarch to give up the power of the dragon vein, because the power of the dragon vein is what the immortals after the heavenly gate want from the world.

However, at this moment, Xianjun didn't care about Emperor Yuanmeng.

The great lake of spiritual liquid was divided into two, and a ripple was cut from the middle, and the spiritual liquid was continuously evaporated, turning into misty fairy mist, rising and intertwining all around.

Under the Great Lake of Spiritual Liquid, there is a distorted ball of light, intertwined with extremely dense immortal light, and within that ball of light, there is a vague figure.

A unique connotation diffused from the distorted light group, and that distortion seemed to be a rule that did not belong to the world.

After getting out of the great lake of spiritual liquid, the entire underground palace vibrated, and the sky and the earth seemed to be shaking and roaring. In an instant, this distortion was completely smoothed out, and all the rules that did not belong to the world were dissipated and eliminated.

And the figure in the light group also completely revealed its appearance. It was a handsome man with silver hair hanging down his waist and wearing a white plain robe. His facial features were incomparable, as if he did not belong to the human world.

The man closed his eyes. When the rules of heaven dissipated, the divine light in Daozi's eyes dimmed and disappeared. Instead, the man slowly opened his eyes. In the blue pupils, immortal energy intertwined, as if there was the fire of Nirvana, breaking God's Wind, Annihilation Thunder, and other powerful forces are surging.

The Mohist old monster covered under the Void Armor was extremely dignified.

Wrap yourself in the rules of the gods, bathe in the rules of the gods, and the years of the world do not add to your body. Therefore, this Immortal Tiger Amber has actually been asleep for only a hundred years. Now that he is awake, his power has not been worn down by the years, and he is still at the most extreme level. !

The outstanding ones in the Eleventh Realm, although they have never set foot in the Supreme Realm, are actually arrogant and invincible in today's underground palace and in today's human world without a saint teacher.

The Immortal Tiger Popper is unparalleled in power, intertwined with immortal light, like lightning flashing behind a cloud, with nirvana fire in his eyes, and the god-breaking wind and annihilation thunder lingering around him.

There was indifference and playfulness in his eyes, Ying Qin fell, and the Mohist tycoon decayed, and now that he has recovered, he is peerless and can look down on everyone.

He can have no fear of all the practitioners present, and if he wants to kill them, he can easily kill them.

This is the self-confidence of the immortal monarch who has gone far in the eleventh realm and condensed the vast origin.

"Boy, do you regret it?"

Xianjun floated above the great lake of spiritual liquid, looking at An Le playfully.

He hoped to see the picture of An Le, who doesn't know good and bad, begging in despair under his power.

However, An Le was still calm, her white clothes were better than the snow, the wind and waves were blowing her clothes, there was no fear or despair on her face, and there was even a strange excitement.

An Le stared at the fairy, and on the fairy, he saw wisps of swaying golden years, and purple rays of time blooming with purple light!

For An Le, who has just completed a breakthrough in cultivation and has the ability to absorb the energy of time to cool down and refresh, this immortal who has awakened from a deep sleep and reappeared in the world, in front of his eyes, is like a beautiful dancer, wanting to do it at any time. Go up and grab a hand.

Without hesitation, An Le's mind jumped, the light curtain trembled, and he began to absorb the spirit of this fairy.

The immortal gentleman's expression was cold and silent, and Anle's weird expression made him feel that his majesty was being ignored. He was just born, and he wanted to find someone to show his prestige, but he didn't expect to be beaten in the face.

Stepping out with one step, Xianjun's figure instantly crossed the great lake of spiritual liquid and landed on the bronze altar.

The surrounding ten-level powerhouses were extremely vigilant and dignified, for fear that the Eleven-level Immortal King in a powerful state would attack them.

However, Xianjun's target is obviously not them, the powerful aura spread, and he walked towards Anle step by step, and came to Anle's side.

He raised one hand and pressed it down slightly.

The space around An Le was instantly blocked, and an invisible pressure pressed down on An Le, as if it was stuck in his throat, trying to strangle him completely.

The coercion of a fairy king in the eleven realms is a sense of oppression that An Le has never experienced.

However, the Dao fruit of [Fearless Heart] trembled, and the two mountain and river tripods that protected him trembled even more.

"Little eight realms, dare to disobey the majesty of this king's return to the world."

Xianjun said coldly.

Afterwards, the five fingers clenched violently, intending to crush An Le like an ant, even if An Le was protected by the mountains and rivers, it was useless. He gathered the majestic origin in the eleventh realm, far from practicing in the eighth realm Those who manipulate the Shanhe Ding can fight against it!
However, the moment he clenched his palms.

A sharp sword light suddenly burst out, dazzling and peerless!
It was an extremely pure sword light, and it was a very simple sword light.

Like the only one in the world.

Extreme, simple, pure!

At this moment, the green mountain of the bamboo sword on An Le's waist was manipulated by the will of the emperor's stone figurine, and he slashed out brazenly!
Immortal Hupo's eyes narrowed, but he didn't feel too worried, because he had seen this sword a long time ago, and knew that it was the sword of Emperor Qin, so he guarded against it.

"It turns out that the indestructible true spirit is hidden in the broken bamboo sword."

"When I annihilate the true spirit, Ying Qin, your plan will fall apart!"

Xianjun said as if planning a strategy.

Countless celestial lights intertwined in front of him, and he tapped his fingertips lightly, as if the original power was intertwined with the will of the Dao, blocking all the routes of the sword light that came.

The collision of sword light and fairy light is like the sound of metal and iron clashing, like a coin thrown into a metal mixer, the clang is endless!
However, after the sword light and fairy light burst out several times.

Inside the bronze coffin, a black and burly figure covered with magma lines, golden scriptures intertwined and flickering like flowing fire sat upright, the lower body was still inside the coffin, but the exposed upper body burst out with terrifying power .

The majestic corpse aura and the golden scriptures ignited into karmic fire, and the black karmic fire danced like blossoming lotus flowers.

At this moment, the eyes of this black figure are sometimes sober, sometimes mad, filled with the aura of destruction!
The billowing heat wave surged, burning the void, twisting the space!

Immortal Hupo's scalp was numb, but there was still a calmness in his eyes.

"I also expected this, and wanted to use the power of the Hanba's body to deal with me. Unfortunately, the drought's body has not really completed the transformation!"

Immortal Hupo turned around suddenly, and countless fairy lights burst out like sunshine.

The brilliant celestial light collided with the pitch-black karmic fire, and they fell into a stalemate!

Immortal Tiger Popper is extremely imposing at the moment, with one hand he uses his claws to block the bamboo sword and green hills that the emperor's stone figurines will fully manipulate, and with the other hand, he blocks the corpse of Hanba standing up from the coffin!
The terrifying aura and coercion are intertwined, and Immortal Tiger Amber in its heyday is truly terrifying!
It seems that the feat of cutting down the heavens that shook the sky and the earth ten thousand years ago is reappearing!

All the strong men in the ten realms around were shocked by this force and had to retreat to the edge of the Lingtai, unable to move forward.

Even the Mohist old monster who covered the Void Armor, now that he is left with exhausted primordial power, it is difficult to get close to help the emperor's stone figurine.

After all, Emperor Yingqin had already passed away, and the power he used could not compare with the all-out efforts of the Eleventh Realm Immortal Lord in full bloom.

"Under the coercion of my immortal way, who can help you kill me?"

"Rely on this little guy from the Eight Realms?"

Immortal Hupo smiled lightly, very confident, and even had the strength to tease and utter sarcasm.

Under the current situation, he only needs to grind away the true spirit in the bamboo sword and green mountain, and press the sitting Hanba corpse back into the coffin, and the dust will settle.

The plan of Emperor Yingqin for thousands of years will be completely shattered by him, and all ashes will return to ashes, and ashes will return to ashes.

As for An Le, who relied on the mountain and river tripod to block the coercion of his immortal way...

A mere eighth realm, even if he is extremely talented, it is difficult to pose any threat to him.

Just like an ant, can it threaten the life and death of an elephant?

In fact, even An Le himself is very conscious, so he doesn't have to think about beheading the fairy king, because the gap in strength is too great.

However, An Le's heart suddenly heard the calm voice of the emperor stone figurine.

"An Le, draw your sword and kill him."

An Le was stunned when he heard the words, and couldn't help but smile wryly while being dumbfounded.

"Senior...you think too highly of me, don't you?"

"I'm going all out, I'm afraid I won't be able to hurt him."

However, the emperor stone figurine also smiled lightly.

"No, you'll be hurt."

"At this moment, in the tomb of the underground palace, only you... can hurt him."

"You once destroyed the immortality of Qingshan and climbed to Qingshan, so you are not afraid of his immortal coercion..."

"Do you still remember the future sword energy mastered by you when the holy master stayed in the world?"

"This is the sword you have mastered, the power of a holy master."

The emperor stone figurine's words resounded.

An Le, who was sitting on the ground, with her white clothes flying, raised her hands in a daze.

boom! ! !
The green mountain of the bamboo sword vibrated, and the future sword energy that had been absorbed by the green mountain, the transparent future sword energy entrenched on the green mountain like a dragon, unexpectedly sprang out from the bamboo sword at this very moment.

In An Le's hands, Future Sword Qi turned into a transparent sword.

The future sword energy begins when it is enlightened by An Le and incorporated into the green mountains.

It is destined to be killed at this moment in the future!
The moment he grasped the future sword energy, all the confusion in An Le's eyes disappeared.

He stood up, holding the transparent long sword transformed from the transparent future sword energy.

Under Immortal Hupo's eyes of disdain at first, then astonishment, and finally anger...

Floating but close.

Handed out a sword lightly.

With this sword, Immortal Hupo felt his soul tremble, and the coercion of the immortal way suddenly collapsed. In this sword, he seemed to see the transcendent saint standing on the top of the world, overlooking the changing years.

puff!
The transparent sword tip was stained with dark red blood, and it was handed out from the heart and back of Immortal Hupo.

At this moment, the vast world seemed to lose its color.

Only the picture of An Le's sword piercing through the heart of Xianjun remained, which has been passed down for a long time.

At this moment, the immortal way collapsed, and the world was silent.

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