Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 263 Goodbye Old Juggernaut and Old Celestial Master, Going Northward Alone on Foot in White

The rain was like smoke and mist, floating silently and finely on the open space, on the green leaves, wetting the ground, the trees, and the people in the rain.

The branches of the precious tree swayed gently, and as they slid, they shattered a piece of rain and covered it with mist.

The sound of his words caused the entire small courtyard on the top of the mountain to fall into silence, without a single sound, only the undulating breathing of the people in the courtyard.

"Broken?"

After a long time, An Le spoke softly, as if confirming.

Baoshu was also aware of the situation at the moment, so he didn't dare to be naughty again, and said seriously: "It's indeed broken, it was just broken ten days ago, and there was a terrible robbery..."

"The catastrophe lasted for about three days, and the momentum was terrifying. However, it disappeared in the end. Whether the Emperor Yuanmeng is dead or alive is unknown to the world. Most of the time, he is still alive and has entered the capital of Yuanmeng. If he falls, With its identity and status, it will inevitably cause a noisy celestial phenomenon."

Baoshu said.

An Le nodded, indicating that he understood the situation.

He received such heavy news just after returning to the human world, but An Le was not too flustered, the main reason is that he has broken through the realm and set foot on the tenth realm, so he has some confidence.

In addition, according to what Baoshu said, Emperor Yuanmeng seemed to have survived a catastrophe that hit the eleventh realm.

"It seems...the end of Emperor Yuanmeng's crossing the robbery may not be very good, otherwise, once he breaks into the eleventh realm, with Emperor Yuanmeng's temper, he will definitely not let go of Dali City and Xiliang City that are related to me... ..."

An Le smiled and analyzed.

The vigilance in his heart gradually relaxed. The main enemy, Emperor Yuanmeng, had put him under a lot of pressure since he was weak, so he took it very seriously.

Of course, it was also because Zhao Huangting once challenged Emperor Yuanmeng, the sense of despair that he had no power to resist, made Anle fearful of Emperor Yuanmeng in his heart, and also had a strong desire to defeat Emperor Yuanmeng.

After pondering for a moment, feeling the continuous drizzle, An Le raised his head, flicked his fingers, and two balls of original fresh air popped up, one ball of middle-grade, one ball of low-grade, the original clean energy of middle-grade enveloped the treasure tree, and the other ball of low-grade original The clear air is covering the old pagoda tree.

"When I come back, I hope to see you break through the ten realms. This group of middle-grade original fresh energy will give you, can you do it?"

An Le looked at Baoshu and said solemnly.

The branches of the treasure tree suddenly stretched straight, as if a child was standing straight in front of its parents.

"Brother Le, don't worry, we guarantee success in breaking through!"

Baoshu vowed and was full of confidence.

He spent a long time in the immortal ancient battlefield, and his energy was scarce. After returning to the human world, although he received a lot of energy supplements and his cultivation base continued to improve, but if he wanted to hit the ten realms, the energy left in the world was a little not enough.

What's more, with Wang Yansheng, Lu Yishan, Li Youan and others' continuous absorption and breakthroughs, the original energy in the world on earth is even rarer.

Therefore, Baoshu has been unable to find a chance.

But now, with the middle-grade original fresh energy bestowed by Anle, Baoshu has at least [-]% certainty of breaking through.

After all, for heaven and earth spiritual plants like theirs, the opportunity to break through is relatively rare. If they have enough energy, breaking through will be easier.

An Le nodded. One more tenth realm would naturally give him more strength to resist in the face of Emperor Yuanmeng's suppression in the future. Of course, this could also be regarded as an opportunity for Baoshu.

"After breaking through, come and look for me. There is an old locust tree guarding the seventh mountain."

An Le said that Baoshu hadn't responded yet, but he had already taken a step forward, and the silver light exploded brilliantly, directly pulling a silver arc in the void, disappearing without a trace.

In the small courtyard, Baoshu twisted its branches excitedly, like a happy maggot, his branch landed on the old pagoda tree.

"Little Huaihuai, let the tree master cover you from now on."

Baoshu laughed loudly, then straightened his face, absorbing and refining the original Qingqi bestowed by Anle.

Rumble!
On the mountain peak, the mountain fog became thicker and thicker. At some point, it rained again. The light rain fell silently on the black tiles and eaves, forming a curtain of rain gently, and gradually became heavier. The rain was ferocious, accompanied by lightning thunder.

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The rain slacks down the grass on the wall, and the wind returns to gather flowers on the water surface.

The rain in Jinguan City still hasn't stopped, and it is falling in a dense manner, and the whole mountain city is covered with curling smoke, which looks a bit misty and confusing.

An Le was dressed in white, and the silver glow slowly dissipated from her body like a thin snake, and she appeared on the streets of Jinguan City.

The bluestone was soaked by the rain, the people in the city were in a hurry, and the walls of the city were more and more heavily guarded. The city lord, Yu Jie, was guarding and patrolling in person, with a serious expression on his face.

The atmosphere and the relaxed and freehand style of the past have long since changed.

However, An Le was able to understand the reason for this change. He must have heard the news that Emperor Yuan Meng had broken the seal.

Jinguan City is backed by Jianchi Palace, and the identities of Anle and Jianchi Palace are naturally very special.

Therefore, when Emperor Yuanmeng broke out, returned to Yuanmeng, mastered the Yuanmeng iron cavalry, and was beaten by Anle and retreated to Yuanmeng Dadu. Boyan, who did not dare to use troops easily, naturally gained confidence.

The once terrifying Yuanmeng iron cavalry also showed its grandeur and returned.

Therefore, Jinguancheng became serious.

Dali City and Xiliang City must be more dignified than Jinguan City, and the pressure on those guarding the two cities will be even greater.

An Le bathed in the pattering rain, with his hands behind his back, the rain soaked his clothes, and he exhaled foul breath.

This is the Emperor Yuanmeng. As soon as the news of breaking the seal came out, it brought enormous pressure to the whole world.

Fortunately, both Dali and Xiliang have been captured by An Le, and the current situation in the world is very clear.

An Le didn't hide her own aura, there were already piercing sounds resounding around, densely intertwined, and fell quickly.

Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe fell one after another, and the sharp sword energy cut all the rainwater that fell from the sky.

Wang Yansheng's aura became stronger, and he controlled a gust of wind, the wind that breaks the gods, which is for the second calamity calamity, which means that Wang Yansheng has stepped into the realm of the tenth realm and the second calamity.

The sword palace clanging between Su Mu's brows, and the Dayan Sword Formation are even more terrifying, as if possessing the aura of destroying heaven and earth. There is no doubt that during this period of time, she has also stepped into the ten realms.

It can be said that the overall strength of the current Jianchi Palace has improved too much.

In addition to Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe, there is also a powerful and familiar ten-level aura.

It was none other than the old sword saint Peimin who was sealed in the Lishan ancient tomb.

Dressed in sackcloth, with gray hair and carrying a shadow bearing sword, he stood quietly in the rain, looking at An Le with extremely complicated eyes.

"An Le met the old Juggernaut."

Seeing the old sword master, An Le couldn't help but smile, and clasped his fists together.

"Senior, long time no see."

"Yeah, it's been a long time, you boy...you have already stepped into the tenth realm." The old sword master Peimin was extremely complicated, mainly because he was surprised at the speed of Anle's breakthrough. In fact, he was sealed in the Lishan ancient tomb. How long has it been...

It's been a long time, but it's nothing to a veteran ten-level powerhouse like him.

Ever since returning to Jianchi Palace, the old sword master Pei Min felt a sense of strangeness. He never imagined that such earth-shaking changes had taken place in Jianchi Palace.

Both Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe broke through the tenth realm...

This simply had a very strong impact on him.

Although Old Wang is an excellent master swordsmith, in Peimin's view, Old Wang simply does not have the capital to set foot on the Ten Realm in this era.

When it comes to talent, Zhao Huangting is better than Lao Wang, and many geniuses who regret to die in this era are much better than Lao Wang.

But the fact is that he has really set foot on the tenth realm, and it's not the first disaster in the tenth realm, but the second disaster in the tenth realm...

If the old sword saint Peimin hadn't had the opportunity to get the origin of the immortal king in the Lishan ancient tomb, he might still be in the ten realms and two disasters, and he might have been caught up by the old king.

However, it never occurred to her that An Le's cultivation had reached the tenth realm.

Even, what he learned about An Le's deeds in the past few days brought him a shock like thunder.

"Dali and Xiliang... are gone."

When the old sword master Peimin heard the news, his whole body went numb.

So big Dali and Xiliang, why are they gone?

You know, Dali can still understand, but Xiliang... is different from Jianchi Palace, unlike Jianchi Palace, as soon as he set foot in Lishan Ancient Tomb, there will be no ten realms to sit in.

"Mr. An, you have brought too much surprise to this old man."

The old sword saint Peimin still couldn't believe it.

However, when he saw An Le today, the old sword master Pei Min suddenly felt a great sense of crisis in his heart. It was the basic sense of being a peerless swordsman, the instinctive feeling when facing the threat of death.

An Le... could threaten him with death.

You must know that he got a chance in the Lishan ancient tomb and broke through to the realm of ten realms and three disasters.

As for Anle, it's just one disaster in ten realms...

It's really terrifying that An Le can bring him such a death threat after being short of two great realms in the Ten Realms.

Both Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe praised him for popularizing Anle's achievements. The immortal who killed the gods and entered the world in the late stage of the ten realms and three disasters was so relaxed and freehand to the extreme.

Really... is there such a strong one?
An Le smiled, but the expression on his face gradually became serious: "Senior, did Emperor Yuanmeng also break the seal? He successfully survived the calamity of the eleventh realm?"

The old sword master shook his head: "Whether or not he survived the catastrophe is unknown, but... we were able to break through and have an inseparable relationship with him. He should have completed the refining of the nine dragon veins in the world. Extremely powerful, so terrifying that it makes me tremble."

"The old man who has stepped into ten realms and three disasters, facing Emperor Yuanmeng... feels threatened by death."

The old sword master had a bitter face.

The stronger the Yuanmeng Emperor, the greater the crisis in Jianchi Palace.

An Le nodded, his eyes flickering.

"Emperor Yuanmeng is now hiding in Yuanmeng Dadu. No one knows his condition. Whether he is injured or in perfect condition. Waiting to accumulate strength, he will lead Yuanmeng iron cavalry to trample on all sides and calm the world. It is hard to say."

Su Muzhe spoke coldly, and the sword energy was raging all over her body. She still couldn't fully control her soaring power, and lacked enough fighting.

An Le heard the words, but didn't say anything more.

"An Le, come here and see how strong you are now."

The old sword master Peimin looked at An Le, and was a little happy to see him.

An Le couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, but seeing the eagerness on the face of the old sword master, he nodded and did not refuse.

The old sword master laughed loudly, his white hair flying, and the Yingying Sword hanging from his waist suddenly let out a sharp sword cry.

It turned into a bright sword light, unsheathed brazenly, the sword groaned, crossed the sky, wrapped the body of the old sword master, and landed on Jianchi Lake, countless lake water exploded, and the water droplets suspended and solidified in the air, being pulled Out of the shape of the sword.

"Mr. An, please."

On the lake, the old sword sage flew up in linen clothes, with his hands behind his back, and said softly.

In Jinguan City, on the bluestone streets covered with broken flowers and wet by rain, An Le, dressed in white and snow-covered, smiled.

With one step, the power of the silver space surged.

On Jianchi Lake, the misty mist and lake air were instantly divided into two, as if a silver electric snake rushed towards it.

The old sword master shrank his eyes, held the Yingying sword, and pointed towards a silver snake brazenly. Countless sword energy swept across like heavy rain, and the space he hit made the sound of metal and iron clashing, as if it was chopped to pieces.

An Le's figure floated out, divine light burst out from his five fingers, and with a light flick, a golden sword qi blatantly slashed out.

"Good come!"

The old sword master Peimin's eyes brightened, and he stretched out the Chengying sword in his hand, the sword intent swept across, the lake boiled, and the sword flitted, split into two, one black and one white, and slashed towards An Le.

Chengying, Xiaolian...these are two first-grade swords.

The sword light is flowing, very eye-catching.

An Le's white clothes flew up, and her five fingers grasped down like a spear, and captured the Chengying sword in it.

And Xiao Lian, who came quietly close to the lake, broke through the waves like a snake, stabbing towards An Le.

However, soon, the sword energy was completely restrained.

Because, Xiao Lianjian was pinched by An Le's two fingers and couldn't move any further.

All the majestic sword energy on the lake disappeared.

The flying beard and hair of the old sword master also fell, and the sackcloth was soaked and soaked by the lake water and rainwater, and water droplets were dripping from the corners.

The old man stared blankly at Xiao Lianjian, who was easily blocked by An Le, the shock in his heart gradually spread like ink smudges, the shock was hard to restrain.

too strong!
In other words, it is not a level at all.

At the level of ten realms and three disasters, facing Anle... he may be instantly killed.

"Senior, admit it."

An Le said softly, with a calm expression on his face, without complacency or arrogance, and the fingers holding Xiao Lian's sword were loosened, and the sword let out a trembling sword chant, and quickly slacked out, a promise to return. Together, the shadow swords merged into one and returned to the sheath of the old sword master.

"Young master's strength is unfathomable, old man... amazed."

The old sword master cupped his fists, with a wry smile on his face.

He knew that An Le's talent was monstrous, but he never thought that An Le had reached such a state in just how long it took. His true strength and background... He was completely elusive.

Pity……

If An Le can be given more time, maybe... he can really create a miracle, set foot on the eleventh realm, and fight against Emperor Yuanmeng.

But now, Emperor Yuanmeng has refined nine dragon veins, and his cultivation base may have stepped into the eleventh realm, becoming the original venerable.

There is a huge difference between the eleventh realm and the tenth realm. What's more, Emperor Yuanmeng is not an ordinary person. The eleventh realm he achieved is also terrifyingly powerful, stronger than the ordinary eleventh realm.

Anle's future will definitely not be weaker than that of Emperor Yuanmeng, and may even surpass him, but... no time is left for him.

"Although the young master's strength is strong, he is not the original source of the eleventh realm. It is difficult to face the Yuanmeng Emperor."

The old sword master sighed.

An Le smiled: "Difficult, but it doesn't mean there is no chance."

"Senior broke out from the Lishan ancient tomb, do you know the final whereabouts of the coffin that seems to be covered with dust by the Mohist giant?"

An Le asked.

Hearing the words, the old sword master shook his head: "When I broke the seal and came out, the sarcophagus was still silent, and the surrounding area was extremely oppressive. We... couldn't get close, and finally didn't know where it was going. In the burial palace of the Lishan ancient tomb."

"Where is that General Mengtian? Did he succeed in breaking through?"

An Le asked again.

The old sword sage still shook his head: "This General Mengtian is a half-demon body. After breaking the seal, he left straight away. As for whether he has broken into the eleventh realm... I don't know. In the tomb, General Mengtian has not yet broken through, this is certain."

Suddenly, the eyes of the old sword master brightened: "If General Mengtian can break through the eleventh realm, maybe... he can help you son and fight against Yuanmeng! If so, then there is still a chance."

Eleventh Realm vs. Eleventh Realm, Emperor Yuanmeng's talent was terrifying, but Banyao Mengtian was not weak, at least, there would be no crushing situation.

"Whether General Mengtian has stepped into the eleventh realm is still unknown, but if he breaks through, it will indeed be a good help." An Le smiled.

His words made the old sword sage heave a sigh of relief. Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe by the lake looked at each other, and felt the boulder hanging in their hearts crash to the ground.

shhhhhh!
Outside Jinguan City, the rain was torn apart, and five figures floated over, all exuding the aura of ten realms.

Lu Yishan was sitting in a metal wheelchair, with a smile on his face, and the stargazing map was in front of him, like a chessboard dotted with stars.

After Lu Yishan, there was Li You'an, wearing a Confucian shirt and a waistband, who had been refined into a treasure of thousands of Baidu.

The two landed on the bank of Jianchi Lake, and seeing the peace of standing on the lake, dressed in white over snow, both felt relieved.

It had been more than half a month since An Le disappeared, and they were also a little worried about An Le's safety. Although they knew that An Le had entered the holy realm to practice, they were still worried about An Le's birth.

Today's Anle, whose identity is too sensitive, carries the hopes and thoughts of too many people.

Once An Leruo dies and collapses, the great situation will inevitably fall apart.

The idea of ​​crossing the river and the Northern Expedition collapsed, and the wish for the unity of the world became empty.

It will make too many people despair, because they know that in this world... there will never be another peerless person like An Le.

In addition to Lu Yishan and Li Youan, there are also Xihai old dragon Aofeng and Beihai dragon Zhucheng. As Anle's Taoist slaves, when Anle disappeared for half a month, the dormitory was naturally uneasy. I was afraid that at a certain moment, because of Anle's Death, they also died, and they didn't even have time to react.

"It's good that the son is back, it's good that he is back..." Ao Feng, the old dragon of Xihai, almost burst into tears, and finally felt relieved.

"Some things happened in the holy land, so it took more time. The flow of time in God and the world is different. I should grasp the concept of time."

With a trace of apology on An Le's face, he said to everyone who cared about his safety.

"I'm just worried about your son's safety. There are countless powerful people in the sky, so you should pay attention to your safety." Lu Yishan said seriously.

Anle nodded.

Another stream of light fell, the golden light was brilliant, Taoist robes were flying, it was none other than the old Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master Mansion who entered the ancient tomb together with the old Sword Saint.

The old heavenly master had a peaceful face, full of smiles, he flicked the whisk, purple eyes surged, looking at Anle, the corners of his lips were trembling, surprised and amazed.

"Master, I have seen you before, but I haven't seen you for a long time...Your luck has become even more magnificent. Congratulations!"

The old celestial master was all smiles, and he was in charge of etiquette.

An Le clasped her fists and saluted back.

The eyes of the old celestial master can be used to detect luck. Now in the ancient tomb, he has obtained the origin of the immortal, improved his cultivation, and strengthened his ability to detect.

How could anyone in the world achieve such luck?
Even if they really ruled the world... their luck couldn't be so powerful!
The old Tianshi was so shocked that every inch of blood and bones trembled.

However, that was not a trembling of fear, but a trembling of excitement. He was glad that he had bet everything in the Tianshi Mansion on An Le.

Perhaps... Tianshi Mansion can reach unprecedented heights!
Even, beyond the world!
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"Mr. Lu, Emperor Yuanmeng has broken through the gate, can Yuanmeng do anything now?"

An alley tavern in Jinguan City.

Everyone sat around on the long table by the window, the rain gradually stopped, only strings of water droplets fell from the corners of the eaves.

A plant in the alley grew high-walled durian flowers, bright red, a few petals fell into the tavern, and stuck to the window sill wet and sticky, the breeze came slowly, bringing the rain with the broken flowers Fragrance.

This group of extremely high-level powerhouses sat around in an ordinary tavern, drinking warm old rice wine warmly delivered by the female shopkeeper, and talking about the direction of some things.

The female shopkeeper couldn't understand, but she didn't know what was going on, so she smiled enthusiastically, knowing that these people must be Mr. An's important guests, so she treated them very thoughtfully.

"The wine in the world has a special flavor when you drink it."

The old sword master glanced at the enthusiastic female shopkeeper who was warming the wine, and smiled.

"I started drinking the wine in this tavern when I was in Lin'an. The old emperor also liked drinking it very much. Later, the shopkeeper couldn't stay in Lin'an, so he moved to Jinguan City. I was very happy to meet him by chance."

An Le said with a smile, and exchanged cups with the old sword master.

Lu Yishan was also drinking warm wine, he didn't use his cultivation to force the wine, he just felt his body was warm and his mood was happy.

"Don't worry, my son. The Yuanmeng Empire has not taken any action for the time being, and has not launched an attack on Dali and Xiliang. From this, it can be inferred that the Yuanmeng Emperor may have not yet broken through the eleventh realm, or he may have suffered heavy losses during the catastrophe... ..."

"Otherwise, it is necessary to raise troops. After all, the son killed King Yangdi, Emperor Yuanmeng would not let it go, and Yuanmeng would not let it go."

Lu Yishan tapped the armguard of the wheelchair and said, "Don't worry, my lord. Dali City is well-prepared. Even if Emperor Yuanmeng leads the army himself, it may not be easy to break through Dali City."

Lu Yishan is very confident, because he has completely refined the stargazing map, so he has the confidence.

Li Youan on one side frowned slightly, but he also said: "The defense of Xiliang City...maybe not as strong as Dali City, but...there is the Flying Tiger Army, unless the Flying Tiger Army is dead, otherwise, Yuan Meng will It is impossible for iron cavalry to set foot in Xiliang City."

Li You'an knew that he could not compare with Lu Yishan in terms of defensive methods.

However, he has the Flying Tiger Army, and he pressed the Flying Tiger Army to show his fighting spirit.

"On the contrary, some tenth-level powerhouses broke out from the Lishan ancient tomb... For example, Duan Yukui, the elder of the Zhaixing Sect, is a tenth-level powerhouse, and the former lord of Xiliang, Gu Baijing... …These powerhouses know that their power has been wiped out, so naturally they will not let it go."

Lu Yishan said softly, when he mentioned Gu Baijing's name, coldness and murderous intent flickered in his soft eyes.

"There is an old man in Jinguan City, and Lao Wang also has Mu Zhe. It is not so easy for Yuan Meng to attack and break through the city."

The old sword master drank a glass of wine, which also showed his attitude.

"Jiangling Mansion City... Pindao will bring the power of Tianshi Mansion to sit in the town. Don't worry, my lord, Tianshi Mansion will defend the city with all its strength."

Jinguan City, Jiangling City, Dali City, and Xiliang City are the four largest cities under An Le's command, and they are also an important part of his fortune.

The guarding of every city is very important.

However, with the sworn guarantee of these powerful people, there is no need to worry.

An Le smiled. He was not stingy with these powerful men under his command.

Even if the source of pure energy is rich in resources and rich in aura, it can afford hard currency, so it is naturally not a mortal thing.

Many strong men were overjoyed when they got the source of fresh energy.

Especially the old Juggernaut and the old Tianshi, they were both surprised and delighted.

An Le didn't stay in Jinguan City for a long time. After saying goodbye to everyone, he left in a hurry. He planned to go to the ancient tomb of Lishan to see the transformation of the Mohist giant. The Emperor's Falsehood.

But the crowd dispersed, each guarding the key city.

Xihai Laolong went to Dali City, and Beihai Zhucheng went to Xiliang City, adding to the guarding power of the two cities.

Everyone dispersed from the tavern, each turning into streamers and breaking through the sky before leaving.

During this meeting, no one talked about the situation of the Great Zhao Dynasty. Even though the current situation of the Great Zhao Dynasty is special, and there have been huge changes in Lin'an City, none of them talked about it.

Because, they all know that for Da Zhao...whether it is the son or the Yuanmeng emperor, they are all bound to win and will definitely be destroyed.

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Lishan ancient tomb, the wind and snow melted away.

The cold wind blows, and on the bare stone mountain, the flowing water from the snow melted continuously drips from it, without the slightest breath of life, and it is difficult to capture even a single green plant.

An Le floated over and landed on the black stone tablet engraved with the two ancient characters "Lishan" at the foot of the mountain, her eyes were dazed and flickering.

The entrance to the Lishan Ancient Tomb has been closed for a long time, and the tomb door cannot be opened again.

However, this is not a problem at all for the ease of mastering the space avenue.

With a flick of his fingers, a wisp of the power of the Dao of Space was swept out like a sword glow, without even using the Mohist Tier [-] Supreme Treasure Void Armor.

The space was torn apart, and Anle's white clothes were flying, only the sleeves of the clothes shattered the cold air, stepped into the cracks in the space, and disappeared without a trace.

Walking on foot in the dark void, made a space mark, and quickly locked the coordinates.

His figure crossed like a silver dragon, and after a while, he landed in front of a bronze underground palace.

The gate of the underground palace was opened, and An Le stepped up the stairs, and soon came to the inside of the palace. The pool formed by the surrounding spiritual liquid had already dried up a lot, leaving only a thin layer of residual juice, which was also invisible. Evaporate, eliminate the last trace...

Apparently, the spirit energy in the spirit liquid was sucked clean by many strong men who were sealed in the underground palace.

After all, many strong people need energy to break through the realm, and the spiritual liquid in the pool just meets this condition.

With a tattered bamboo sword hanging from his waist, An Le walked slowly, without hiding the sound of his footsteps, the sound echoed in the underground palace, appearing very cold.

His gaze was a bit complicated. The owner of the underground palace, namely the first emperor Ying Qin, had already broken through to the twelfth realm in the heavens and became an immortal king...

This tomb palace actually exists in name only.

In the underground palace, a sarcophagus sits quietly, and An Le can feel that there is a majestic energy surging in the sarcophagus, wanting to achieve transformation.

It is a bit similar to the transformation of the corpse of the First Emperor Yingqin into a Hanba. However, the background is naturally insufficient. If you want to transform a mythical creature like Hanba, you are far behind. Therefore, to break through, you need an extremely powerful accumulation of energy.

Obviously, the energy in the underground palace is not enough. Even in today's world, with the recovery of practice, it still cannot bear the transformation of the Mohist giant.

An Le knew that it was basically impossible for a Mohist giant to break through and enter the twelfth realm. He would probably only attack the supreme realm of the eleventh realm, which is equivalent to the mighty powerhouse of the top power in the sky.

Those who can take this step are already extremely impressive.

You must know that among the top forces in the sky, such as the five great immortal families, etc., there are very few powerful ones.

"There is too little energy... and the current world may not be able to support the Mohist giant to attack the Supreme."

An Le stared.

He raised his hand, tore open the space, and put the sarcophagus into it.

"Perhaps... I can take the sarcophagus into the holy realm, step into the supreme realm in the holy realm, complete the eleventh realm, not break the realm, the energy in the holy realm is enough, or let the sarcophagus absorb energy from the sky."

An Le's eyes flickered, and she had already made a decision in her heart.

Anyway, I have already taken Senior Ying Qin to the heaven, and once I was born, I was familiar with him the second time.

An Le didn't think it was a big problem.

It's just that you have to worry about the immortal king of the top power in the sky, and you have to deal with it shamelessly...

Big deal, when the time comes, please ask the second senior brother to help us suppress the formation.

After putting away the sarcophagus, Anle scanned the underground palace, and the underground palace had already been scraped clean by many strong men who were sealed inside.

However, there were not many treasures left.

"Now that Senior Ying Qin has broken through and become the Immortal King, there is no need for this underground palace to exist."

"The Immortal Ancient Battlefield has long since been destroyed, so it just so happens... Let all of this return to the dust and be buried in the years."

An Le said softly.

Then the whole body was shining with silver light, and his body crashed into the void. With a flick of his fingers, a ball of golden Nirvana Celestial Immortal Fire floated down, and the fire surged, and finally turned into a brilliant golden sea of ​​fire, engulfing the entire underground palace.

Outside Lishan, the space split open.

An Le stepped down with a breeze, and her sleeves fluttered in the breeze.

His eyes moved slightly, and he knew that the sarcophagus cannot exist in the opened storage space for too long, after all, there is not enough energy in it to support the transformation.

Of course, he entered two regiments of low-grade Yuanyuanqingqi, and with the support of these two regiments of Yuanyuanqingqi, he could last for a while.

After finishing all this, An Le wore a tattered bamboo sword on his waist, and his black hair fluttered endlessly in the mountain wind.

His eyes flickered, and he looked into the distance.

I couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if recalling the scene when the old emperor Zhao Huangting took him all the way north.

At the end of the north is Yuanmeng Dadu.

Suddenly, An Le also had a strong emotion.

He patted the green mountain of the bamboo sword on his waist, and never went south to return to Dali City or the ancient city of Xiliang.

Instead, he walked forward on foot, following the official road, and the ground seemed to pass by his feet quickly like a galloping river, heading towards Yuanmeng Dadu.

The capital of Yuan and Mongolia.

The city wall is so high that it reaches into the sky.

In the city, deep in the palace.

A burly body, sitting upright like a horse with broad swords, and nine dragon-like dragon veins intertwined and waved behind him, slowly entering his body bit by bit, bringing extremely terrifying power, turbulent world , breaking the space.

There is even a subtle and depressing world-destroying thunder intertwined.

Suddenly.

With a burly body, he slowly opened his eyes. There seemed to be lightning arcs beating in his eyes. He was stunned and looked out of the city.

there.

It is drizzling, and it is raining in the world.

A white coat and a bamboo sword.

The wind wins the snow, and the teenager walks.

As if feeling something in my heart, I looked up.

Outside the city and inside the city, the gazes of the two collided suddenly.

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