Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 269 The Power of Time Appears for the First Time

The Academy of Arts, the green hills are far away.

Countless white walls and black tiles dotted the houses in the Jiangnan water village between the mountains, and the students in green clothes and Confucian shirts all came out.

There was a daze on his face, and his heart was empty, as if something had been taken away, his mind was not so clear, and his thoughts became cloudy.

The remaining stars at the end of the sky, the current is not extinguished, shining across the forest tops.

A student's Confucian shirts were flying, and they looked at the dark sky with a sense of disappointment. They could see a stone tablet bathed in starlight, floating up like a sea of ​​stars.

"Wenqu Monument..."

The Confucian shirt students muttered in their mouths.

Many great Confucian scholars who are scholars in the Academy of Arts trembled slightly, with despair in their eyes.

The Wenqu stele... has been separated from the Wenyuan. From now on, Dazhao's Wenyuan... will no longer have a Wenqu stele, and it will no longer be regarded as orthodox in the world.

After Wenxinlin, there is a stele hut in a sea of ​​bamboo.

At this moment, the stele hut is empty.

The two figures fell down in an instant, staring blankly, looking at the hollowed out Wenqu stele in the stele hut, only feeling scalp numb and hair standing on end.

The second master, Pang Ji, was extremely old, his whole face was covered with dimples, and every dimple was trembling.

"Wenqu stele... how did it leave?"

Pang Ji's body was shaking, his cloudy eyes were full of confusion and pain.

As the master of the Academy of Arts, he is too aware of what it means to the Academy of Arts once the stele of Wenqu is detached.

The talent of the Great Zhao Dynasty will wither, Confucianism and Taoism will wither, and the future will be unsustainable. No matter how difficult it is to produce talented literary and Taoist geniuses, the awe-inspiring righteousness will no longer exist.

Although today's Academy of Arts has a lot to do with the powerful, the students of the Academy of Arts still give birth to some talented juniors every year.

Pang Ji knew that this was because of the stele of Wenqu. The stele of Wenqu was in the Wenyuan, so the Wenyuan was still the place where all the scholars in the world yearned for and went to.

"Why else? Da Zhao can't keep the stele of Wenqu." Beside Pang Ji is Zhu Huoxi, a doctor. Zhu Huoxi's eyes are much deeper, and his Confucian shirt is flying, but he is not as dazed and sad as Pang Ji.

In fact, Zhu Huoxi had already anticipated today's situation.

"Da Zhao today, do you think we can keep the Wenqu stele? Leaving the Wenqu stele in Lin'an is just an insult to the Wenqu stele, and will gradually consume the talent in the Wenqu stele."

"Great Zhao has been transformed into a land of ascension to immortality, and it is connected with God. The national destiny of Great Zhao has been betrayed by the emperor of the Zhao family and sold to God. Can scholars of my generation still openly study in Great Zhao? Can we still feel at ease? "

Zhu Huoxi shook his head, his words were heavy and relieved.

"Today's Academy of Arts is no longer worthy of being called an Academy of Arts."

"I heard that Mrs. Wang reopened an academy in Xiliang City, and now it has attracted many scholars from all over the world. Every day and night, there are scholars arguing for knowledge, and the talents and talents colliding with each other. There... Maybe it is A real academy is where the hopes and dreams of scholars begin."

Zhu Huoxi put his hands behind his back and said softly.

"Big Zhao, I lost my heart."

Zhu Huoxi shook his head, without saying anything, he turned around and walked away, leaving the Academy of Arts step by step.

Where should he go, maybe... he should go to Wang Banshan's academy to study.

Wang Banshan wanted to reform the Academy of Arts, but he had never been able to do it, and no one supported him, so he gave up the Academy of Arts, left the Academy of Arts, and his identity as the master of the Academy of Arts, and traveled around the world. , reopened an academy on the re-established Xiliang City.

The academy is Wang Banshan's original intention, and it is a place where literati display their purest literary talents and talents.

Zhu Huoxi felt that he should like it.

As a doctor of the Academy of Arts, he has made enough contributions to the Academy of Arts today.

He didn't participate in the struggle between Da Zhao and the Confucian scholars of the Academy of Arts. He focused on learning and studying various classics, silently guarding the Wenqu stele, and doing his best duty.

But now, the Wenqu stele has left.

It also means that Zhu Huoxi should leave.

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Compared with the detachment of the Wenqu stele, Wukuishi rushed out of the Wu Temple, but it did not cause much disturbance.

The warriors of Wumiao were full of blood, cheering but also, extremely looking forward to, extremely excited.

In Lin'an, Wu Kuishi didn't have the treatment of Wenqu stele at all, but because he helped Anle before, he became the target of various suppressions by Emperor Dazhao.

Today's Wukui Stone doesn't even belong to the treasure of Wukui Stone, it is guarded by the heavy soldiers sent by Emperor Zhao. Even the warriors of Wukui Temple, who want to see Wukui Stone and forge their bodies in front of Wukui Stone, have lost the opportunity.

Therefore, now that Wu Kuishi is out of trouble, they are naturally cheering for it.

In the martial arts temple, one after another warriors and generals with blood and vitality rushed out. They screamed wildly, they ran wildly following the Wukuishi, and rushed towards the most tightly guarded sky prison in Lin'an Mansion.

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boom! ! !
The tribulation thunder in the eleventh realm is extremely terrifying, and it also contains the power of fate.

With the emergence of the power of fate, An Le can basically determine who the person who wants to kill him with the help of the power of the tribulation and thunder is.

It was Uncle Yan Tong, the former owner of the first mountain.

The thunder fell, like plasma, entwined and bathed Uncle Yan Tong's body. At this moment, the white-haired old man showed an incomparable posture.

After he escaped from the Lishan ancient tomb, he began to plan and calculate. He had heard of the power of Anle, so he thought about how to deal with Anle.

Finally he thought of it.

He set up a trap, arranged a killing situation, and planned to use the tribulation thunder of the eleventh level to kill Anle.

This is a must-kill killing situation. Either he dies, or he dies by euthanasia, or... die together.

However, Uncle Yan Tong still hopes to die by euthanasia, and his chance of life is actually in it...

If An Le can be killed, then his fate will be understood, and everything he sees will be extremely clear, because the variables disappear, and he will naturally be able to see everything clearly.

Then his way of destiny can condense his origin, set foot on the eleventh realm, and become the top powerhouse in the world.

Using Ye Longsheng and Di Zang as traps, he set up a lightning-guiding formation next to the dungeon. This was his purpose.

boom! ! !
Thunder crashed down.

Both the Wenqu stele and the Wukui stone appeared, which surprised Uncle Yan Tong a little.

These are two third-tier treasures, the Wenqu Stele and the Wukui Stone, both of which have been passed down for thousands of years.

Among the hundreds of schools of thought, among the few schools that are truly powerful, Confucianism and military school are both good.

Now that Uncle Yan Tong has already launched an attack, there is naturally no possibility of stopping. If he stops at this time, he will definitely be burned by the sky thunder, his body will die, and all his previous efforts will be for naught!
"Plan to use the power of fate to break the connection between the Great Zhao Dynasty, the Wenqu Stele and the Wukui Stone?"

"Actually, there is no need for this. The great Zhao Guoyun was betrayed by Zhao Tianyan, and the connection between the Wenqu stele and Wu Kuishi and the great Zhao will be cut off automatically slowly, but you... can't wait."

Uncle Yan Tong's body surged with plasma, and his eyes became extremely bright!
"If you use the two third-order treasures, the Wenqu Tablet and the Wukui Stone, to stop this killing, there may still be a chance of success!"

"After all, they are two Tier [-] treasures..."

"But you didn't choose to do this. You just planned to use the tribulation thunder to wash and cut off the fateful connection between the two treasures and Da Zhao!"

"You are too arrogant!"

Uncle Yan Tong said angrily.

Today, he wants to kill An Le, kill this huge variable, and restore the world to clarity!

The variables brought about by An Le are really difficult to grasp.

Just like Uncle Yan Tong, he couldn't have imagined that An Le would be able to fight against the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu. He wanted to use his own strength to hinder the expansion of the Immortal Land!

Simply a monster!

If such a monster is killed by him, the fate of the world will be restored.

Then the fate feedback he received must be incomparably majestic!
boom! ! !
It was as if an incomparably huge electric dragon rolled over and struck the Wenqu stele fiercely. Countless phantoms of Confucian shirts were wiped out, and the voice of reciting poems and prose filled the world, vanishing into thin air.

Countless electric snakes roamed the Wenqu stele.

On the other side, Wukuishi also roared, making a muffled sound, and the electric current washed and intertwined, as if the blood and blood were about to be washed away and shattered.

The Wukui phantoms of the past dynasties presented in the Wukui stone also fell apart.

This is the tribulation thunder of the eleventh level, it is extremely terrifying!
However, it was precisely because of this terrifying robbery that the connection between the two treasures that had just been washed away and the Great Zhao Guoyun began to shatter.

Although the great Zhao Guoyun was sacrificed by Zhao Tianyan using the Immortal Ascension Technique.

But it does not mean that this national fortune has disappeared.

At this moment, with the scouring of fate and thunder, the connection between Wenqu Stele and Wukuishi and the national destiny of the Zhao Dynasty was truly broken.

However, this is what Anle hopes for.

The white clothes fluttered, and An Le stood in the ruins of the sky prison. In the ruins, Ye Longsheng, Di Zang and Ye Wenxi, already under the pressure of terror, raised their heads with difficulty to wait and see.

The tribulation and thunder at the eleventh level made them feel a nightmare of terror in their hearts.

Ye Longsheng and Di Zang, as peerless generals who have completed the nine realms, are facing the fire of nirvana among the three disasters in the ten realms, but the third disaster in the ten realms is the thunder of annihilation, which is extremely terrifying.

The tribulation thunder of the eleventh level in front of me is far more than the annihilation thunder.

If it wasn't for the expansion of An Le's aura, supporting them with the coercion of the tribulation thunder, they might have to kneel directly under the tribulation thunder, without even the strength to raise their heads.

This is the first time Ye Longsheng, Di Zang and Ye Wenxi have truly seen Anle's strength.

It's different from the general defending the city who easily bounced to the Nine Realms at the gate of the city, and it's different from the god of heaven who was frightened away by An Le's appearance, and it's also different from the confrontation with Zhao Xianyou, the banished immortal who can't see the specific strength.

Only at this moment, facing Jie Lei at the eleventh level is still calm and calm, and his face remains unchanged, can he feel Anle's powerful strength most intuitively.

"Uncle Yan Tong."

An Le looked at Uncle Yan Tong with a calm expression. The surrounding ruins and rubble, under the terrifying aura formed by the eleventh-level calamity thunder, flowed backwards and floated up into the air.

Facing the tribulation and thunder in the eleventh realm, Anle really didn't intend to use the Wenqu stele and Wukui stone to resist it.

He came here for three main purposes.

One is to meet Zhao Xianyou and judge Zhao Xianyou's strength.

The second purpose is to save Ye Longsheng and Di Zang, especially Di Zang, who is an old friend with An Le. When An Le was weak, he once extended a helping hand, so An Le came to rescue, which is a karmic repayment.

And the third purpose is to take away the Wenqu Stele and Wukui Stone.

Not to mention the Wukui stone, Anle and Wukui stone have a very deep relationship. The Wukui stone of the past has emerged from the Wukui stone, helping Anle create the ancient demon and five birds, and pointing out the direction for Anle's growth.

Therefore, Wukuishi has a deep relationship with Anle. In the current Dazhao Dynasty, if Wukuishi stays here, it will only be polluted, so Anle wants to take it away and place it in Dali City.

On the other hand, there is also a relationship between the Wenqu stele and Anle. Anle used to extradite Haoran on the Wenqu stele and formed the awe-inspiring sword energy, so he can also extradite the Wenqu stele.

For these two treasures, An Le has made plans to arrange them.

Wukuishi settled Dali City and trained peerless generals.

The Wenqu stele is placed in Xiliang, because the third master Wang Banshan built a new academy in Xiliang, which attracted scholars from all over the world, and all the literary talents from all over the world gathered in Xiliang.

The original Xiliang...was the capital of the Demon Kingdom, where too many people had died, there were too many wronged souls, and there were a lot of dead, ghostly and evil auras.

And Wang Banshan built the academy in Xiliang, intending to use the talents of the world to wash away the evil spirit of the demon kingdom.

Therefore, An Le felt that it was most appropriate to place the Wenqu Stele in Xiliang.

boom! ! !
The Wenqu Stele and Wukui Stone are completely separated.

On An Le's body, there was a brilliant silver light, and the third-order supreme treasure Void Armor directly covered the body, rising step by step, and heading towards the peerless tribulation thunder coerced by Uncle Yan Tong.

The spine roared, the qi and blood rolled like a river and the sea, and the four mountain and river tripods rushed out of the orifice points, turning into four streamers, and combined into a map of the mountains, rivers and land.

The prestige of the holy artifact is intertwined in the air!

Of course, An Le also knew the horror of the thunderbolt at the eleventh level. With his tenth level and one calamity cultivation base, he could manipulate the holy weapon and maybe be able to block the power of the thunderstorm, but he couldn't completely block it.

As for the map of mountains, rivers and land, Anle has actually shown it in the previous confrontation with Zhao Xianyou.

Uncle Yan Tong should know about it, but he still extradited the [-]th-level robbery thunder, because he was convinced that Anle could not fully exert the power of the holy weapon. As long as the robbery thunder can penetrate, it is absolutely impossible block!

boom! ! !
One-third of the mountain, river and community map is covered by countless plasmas, and currents are intertwined and raging in it, constantly roaring and exploding.

Afterwards, the plasma infiltrated the Saji map and the four mountains and rivers.

In the plasma, the figure of Uncle Yan Tong emerged!
"Anle!!!"

Uncle Yan Tong was wearing the power of the Dao of Destiny, Lei Jie, like a god walking out of the sea of ​​thunder, his eyes burst out with brilliant thunder, and he grabbed it with his bare hands, as if grabbing a spear.

His eyes are scorching hot, if he kills Anle and kills variables, then his avenue of destiny will be complete, his own cultivation will also leap to the next level, and even the road of future cultivation will be smooth, until he reaches the Supreme Being in the world!

And the key point of all this is Anle!
"die!"

Uncle Yan Tong's killing intent reached an unprecedented height at this moment, this was his most terrifying burst of killing intent.

Anle's white clothes fluttered under the strong wind, her body was already floating.

In the Niwan palace between his eyebrows, the primordial spirit competes for the eyes, and the rays of light are overwhelming, and his killing intent is also extremely strong.

For this former No. [-] mountain master, although they had been in the same sect before, the opponent's obstruction on his path of cultivation has never stopped.

At this moment, he even extradited Jielei from the eleventh realm to kill him, a newcomer to the tenth realm.

How much hatred?

However, An Le didn't blame Uncle Yan Tong, because he knew that his existence blocked Uncle Yan Tong's way and blocked Uncle Yan Tong's avenue.

If Uncle Yan Tong wants to continue to become stronger and get out of a smooth path, he must kill An Le.

An Le can understand.

But to understand is to understand, it doesn't mean that An Le will be caught without a fight, because Uncle Yan Tong wants to kill him, which is tantamount to killing An Le's life and cutting off all An Le's future practice.

Therefore, this can actually be regarded as a moral struggle.

Controversy...has nothing to do with right or wrong.

Only, life and death!
An Le raised his hand and tapped it between his eyebrows.

Dao Fruit, all the real power of Dao Dao in Dao Drink, was released by An Le.

At this moment, what An Le displayed was not the power of the Great Way of Space, but the power of the Great Way of Time...

A strongest force recognized by even a saint!
It seems to see a long meandering river. In the long river, there are waves, and each wave reflects various pictures, which are pictures from the past, and the pictures span time and space.

There is a picture of the beginning of the world.

There are scenes of human Xeons fighting fierce beasts in ancient times.

There is a picture of the leader of the human race taking the fire from the sky and changing the fate of the human race. .

There is also an era when a hundred schools of thought contend, geniuses emerge in large numbers, the human race's practice is prosperous, and the world is in turmoil.

What's more, ten thousand years ago, the emperor of the world raised his sword and pointed at the sky, cutting down the sky against the sky!

These pictures are constantly flowing, misty into air currents, incomparably miraculous, incomparably miraculous.

An Le's body roared, and his flesh and blood were shaking. This was the first time he had used the power of the Great Dao of True Time so unreservedly.

Facing the tribulation thunder of the eleventh level, An Le actually knew very well that if he resisted stubbornly, it would be difficult to fight against the tribulation thunder, and it would even make the thunder more powerful.

It can be said that Uncle Yan Tong at this moment is already regarded as the real Eleventh Realm Yuanyuan Venerable.

With the help of Lei Jie's power, he completed the leap in level.

If you survive this catastrophe, you will be able to complete the cohesion of the original source and realize the detachment of strength!
And Anle completely squeezed out the real power of the Dao of Time stored in Dao Drink Dao Fruit, and not only that, he also used a lot of stored Qi of Time, as well as the purple Qi of Time.

At this moment, An Le felt the power swelled up in his body, and his flesh and blood seemed to be unable to bear it. He was about to burst, to be smashed to pieces, and to die.

However, above the physical body, there are ancient scriptures emerging, which are the ancestral scriptures of humanity, very ancient scriptures, golden scriptures spread all over Anle's body and internal organs, like a big net, snare and stabilize Anle The flesh and blood are extremely resilient, so they won't be broken into pieces under the impact of energy.

And this is An Le's performance of going all out, it can be said that it is the first time that he has completely burst out his strongest power.

Not relying on the treasure, not relying on the holy vessel.

It is simply the explosion of one's own strength.

This is the emphasis on the Eleventh Realm Tribulation Thunder.

Even if he was as strong as Emperor Yuanmeng, he suffered heavy injuries when he passed through the calamity of the eleventh realm, and An Le did not dare to underestimate him.

Although he can kill half a step against Yuanyuan now, if...the boat capsizes in the gutter because of the thunderstorm, then there will be no place for regrets!

boom!
The bamboo sword floated up from the green mountain, held in An Le's hand, violent power poured into the sword from the body, this tattered bamboo sword, at this moment, could still withstand the madness in An Le's body. The power of the true years of the great avenue.

Even indistinctly, above the bamboo sword... there is even a vague, strange sword energy that An Le has never felt before.

Countless sword qi and sword light are sweeping, straight to the bullfight, straight to the sky!

The qi and blood of the physical body are boiling, and the long river of the soul is making great waves!
Facing Uncle Yan Tong who came close to his body with a thunder spear, An Le handed out a sword.

One sword yin, one sword yang!

It was the yin and yang sword qi that he had just comprehended in his confrontation with the exiled immortal Zhao Xianyou!
boom!
The sword wheel, which seemed to be a mixture of black and white, was slowly pushed out, and hit the thunder spear that was shining with extreme light.

The collision of the sword and the spear is like the collision of the two most powerful forces in the world!
Even An Le, at this moment, felt that the physical body was a little hard to support, unsustainable, and the flesh and blood were broken and turned blood red.

Because An Le's physical body cannot bear such a majestic power of the true age.

This is Anle's bottom line.

In order to forcefully slay Jielei, use it thoroughly at this moment!

Ray, it's gone...

False and real sword qi, yin and yang are like wheels.

The thunder spear shattered inch by inch, and countless plasmas seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, and all of them disappeared into nothingness.

The anticipation and enthusiasm on Uncle Yan Tong's face began to solidify, and then disbelief appeared in his eyes. He didn't seem to expect that the result would be like this.

His flesh and blood began to crumble, and even the tribulation thunder of the eleventh level could not bear the terrifying sword energy.

This is definitely not ordinary sword energy!

"What power is this?"

Uncle Yan Tong felt that his flesh and blood seemed to be decaying, as if he had withstood the changes of the years, and was cut off with a single sword.

Uncle Yan Tong stared at An Le and murmured.

An Le's body was blood red, her black hair was vigorous, but her face was very calm.

"The power of time."

An Le said.

Let Uncle Yan Tong understand.

Everyone is a seeker of Tao, and Uncle Yan Tong wanted to kill An Le, but it was just to kill An Le, a reckless person, a person who could not see through.

If it were someone else who could mess up fate and mess up the future, Uncle Yan Tong would also spare no effort in taking action.

Because this is a dispute.

boom!
The sword light gallops between the heaven and the earth, the virtual and real sword energy, the yin and yang sword wheel, like cutting time, flattening the years!

Uncle Yan Tong disappeared in the sky, and his sword energy was like a gust of wind, blowing his bones into fly ash, which disappeared in a gust of wind.

This sword was truly astounding, even astounding the entire world.

Ye Longsheng and Di Zang were dumbfounded and stunned, and fanaticism even appeared in their eyes.

Such power should be enough to challenge Emperor Yuanmeng, right? !

Going north and crossing Jiang Fayuan, perhaps...following Anle is the most hopeful one.

All the practitioners in Lin'an City were silent, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

On the Feihu Fairy Mountain, the Arhat of the Buddha Earth Spirit Mountain, who is half a step from the origin, is stunned.

"What kind of monster is this? This sword...under the third turn of the fairy king, I am afraid that it can be killed. Monster, it is really a monster!"

"Such elegant, stunning and peerless, even when the Buddha was young, when the Lord of the Heavenly Court was in his prime, it was nothing more than that."

Outside the sky prison that has long been reduced to ruins.

Prince Zhao Shenyan collapsed on the ground, trembling all over, looking at the boy in white clothes who looked like a demon in the midair, the fear in his heart was completely covered like a shadow covering the sky and the sun.

"How could it be... sir... how could it fail?"

"This is the catastrophe of the eleventh realm, the eleventh realm! Is there an eleventh realm in the world today? This is the legendary realm!"

Zhao Shenyan felt his mentality collapsed a bit.

That is the difference between one thought of heaven and one thought of earth.

Uncle Yan Tong used the robbery of the eleventh level. He originally thought that he was sure of everything, but who would have thought that An Le could easily block the thunder of robbery when he was only in the tenth level and one disaster? The power of tribulation thunder!

It's just... amazing!

And Zhao Shenyan's all confidence, all expectations and hopes were shattered by this sword, completely dissipated with the annihilation of Uncle Yan Tong's flying ashes.

Is such a monster Zhao Shenyan can deal with?
In the Tianxuan Hall of Lin'an Imperial City.

The emperor of the Zhao family fell on the dragon chair like a puddle of mud.

Even if his longevity was extended, he didn't have the slightest bit of joy, what he had was just endless terror.

If An Le wanted to kill all the living beings in Lin'an today, he would kill him, the son of the Zhao family...

I'm afraid it can be done easily.

However, the only hope of the emperor of the Zhao family is that the immortals will not let him die so easily, because his existence itself represents the national destiny of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

If he died, the fate of the country would collapse, and the Land of Ascension to Immortals would naturally collapse as well.

Perhaps, this is the only consolation for Zhao Tianyan, the emperor of the Zhao family.

In the peach blossom courtyard.

The petals are flying.

Zhao Xianyou raised his hand and twirled a falling peach blossom, a look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes.

"Such a sword..."

"This kid actually retained his strength during the confrontation with me..."

Zhao Xianyou murmured.

Such a mighty sword of falsehood and reality, even the reincarnation of him, the true martial emperor, would be hard to resist.

It is absolutely necessary to use the power of real martial arts.

"There are monsters in the world... Can the Immortal Ascension Plan really succeed easily?"

At this moment, Zhao Xianyou was also at a loss.

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boom! ! !
The terrifying atmosphere is still permeating and intertwining, depressing everyone's heart, the whole Lin'an seems to be facing a catastrophe that will destroy the world.

Black clouds hung in the air, and countless thunder plasma rolled in it, roaring like an angry dragon.

However, with the death of Uncle Yan Tong, the strong man who extradited Jie Lei, the disaster ended without a problem, and it has begun to slowly dissipate.

As far as An Le was concerned, a quick kill ended the battle.

This first calamity of the eleventh realm was counted by him, and he passed the calamity of the eleventh realm in a different way without knowing it.

"However, this is not my eleventh level of calamity. My eleventh level of calamity... must be more terrifying than this."

An Le's body was glowing with heat, as if an oven was burning, releasing a fiery heat wave.

Between every inch of his flesh and blood, there are thunders intertwined and entangled.

However, as Uncle Yan Tong was beheaded by him, this strong man who had formally crossed over to the realm of the original venerable of the eleventh realm was beheaded by Anle... Naturally, it was decided that Anle crossed the border to kill the enemy.

And it's genuine, with real knives and real guns to kill the prime source venerable of the eleventh realm.

The feedback of the majestic source of fresh energy swept and surged like a mighty river.

[Fearlessness] The source of clean energy fed back by Daoguo is incomparably pure and real. Yuan Anle once guessed that this source of clean energy is the supreme source.

But later, it was discovered that this source of clean energy may be directly taken from the source of heaven and earth itself, which is of extraordinary significance.

Boom boom boom!
Circles of air waves centered on An Le's body, and began to expand and expand continuously.

An Le, dressed in white, stood in the air with her eyes slightly closed.

The original breath flowed wildly into the limbs and bones, as well as the mind space, nourishing and repairing some wounds on An Le's body, and after repairing, the shattered tribulation thunder power flowed like threads, tempering An Le's body.

The internal organs are shining brightly, and the scriptures of the Human Way Ancestral Sutra shone with golden light, as if they were alive, intertwined crazily on Anle's physical body, as if wriggling, An Le's perception of the Human Way Ancestral Sutra, as if at this moment rise.

The third ancient scripture emerged in his mind, and it was silently operated by him.

boom! ! !
Finally, under the blessing of the original source of Qingqi feedback from the Fearless Heart Dao Fruit, Anle's physical body broke through the shackles, and jumped directly from the late stage of the ten realms and one disaster to the physical level comparable to the ten realms and two disasters.

And the long river of mind has also undergone transformation, rolling with huge waves, and the power of mind seems to have been tempered and become incomparably condensed!

Between the heaven and the earth, there seems to be a terrifying storm sweeping in.

It presents seven colors, very gorgeous, but extremely cold, so that every practitioner in Lin'an City feels that their minds are frozen, as if they are facing death.

Just like the wind blows, their souls will be blown away.

"Ten realms and two calamities, the seven-colored god-shattering wind!"

On the Feihu Fairy Mountain, Buddha Earth Arhat stared at him. As a powerhouse at the half-step origin level, he could easily recognize the calamity Anle was facing at this moment.

The fire of nirvana, the wind of breaking gods, the thunder of annihilation!

These are the three disasters that practitioners in the ten realms need to face. Every time they survive a disaster, their strength will be greatly improved.

In the end, after hitting the Eleventh Realm Tribulation Thunder, you can enter the Eleventh Realm Realm, and become a venerable human being, a god of heaven!

"Is this the second catastrophe?"

"But here...is Lin'an, the land of ascension to immortality...Anle is going to pass the tribulation here in such a grandiose manner?"

The half-step origin Arhat of Fotu Lingshan suddenly had a strange look on his face.

There is also a sense of aggrieved.

He felt humiliated and ignored.

An Le crossed the catastrophe grandly here, no doubt he never put his half-step origin in his eyes, and felt that he could not pose any threat.

How humiliating!

"Amitabha, the Buddha said, you want the beauty of an adult, this son is amazing and peerless, overwhelming the eleventh realm, and breaking the tenth realm and two disasters... He deserves this tribulation."

"My Buddha is merciful."

On the Flying Tiger Fairy Mountain, Arhat murmured, then folded his palms together, lowered his eyes, and closed his eyes.

Out of sight is pure.

If you want to be humiliated, then humiliate.

The god-shattering wind of seven colors swept across, how terrifying...it was the strongest god-shattering wind among the two disaster-shattering winds.

Just like the Nirvana Celestial Fire that An Le once faced, the Colorful Poshenfeng is a power at the same level as the Nirvana Celestial Fire!

In the space of mind and spirit, the long river of An Le soul howls furiously, and the long river of second-order soul is extremely powerful, let the seven-colored god-breaking wind blow, and the waves on the river surface become more tenacious under the washing of the seven-colored god-breaking wind. unbroken.

The spiritual river even became stronger because of this, and even achieved a leap in level, and began to approach the third-order spiritual river!
Of course, it is obviously impossible to rush to the third-level spiritual river in one go. Anle estimates that if he wants to transform the spiritual river and reach the third-level level, he may be able to achieve consummation in the ten realms and three disasters, or... really set foot on the river. It is only possible in the eleventh realm.

However, at this moment, it is an understatement, and with extremely powerful spiritual power, after going through the two disasters and the colorful wind of breaking the gods, An Le's mind became stronger, and his soul was transformed as a result.

In the Dao Fruit space, every Dao Fruit of Time seems to be agitated by the transformation of the soul at this moment, thus achieving a slight improvement in the rank of the Dao Fruit.

After the Daoguo space, the long river of time is rushing like a stream.

The Dao Drinking Dao Fruit that was originally squeezed dry is like a giant whale drinking wildly, absorbing and condensing the majestic power of the Dao of the real years and storing it, and blooming in the Dao Fruit space.

The Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit was so excited that it was almost jumping for joy, hovering around Daoyin Daoguo like a joy.

Secretly pick up some of the overflowing power of the True Time Dao...

This kind of secret power of the true age and grandeur... makes the Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit so satisfied that it almost sinks, it is completely inseparable from An Le.

At this moment, An Le sat cross-legged above the shattered Lin'an Sky Prison.

The aura on his body began to recover from the weakness after the great terror broke out during the confrontation...

From the outside in, from the inside out.

An unprecedented transformation of body and mind that only he can perceive is quietly going on.

The breath of recovery, from weak to vigorous, from subtle to vigorous.

Until the end, in the perception of all the practitioners in Lin'an, there is no cover, it is dense and vast.

Like a deep, like a sea, like a bright sun!

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(End of this chapter)