Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 271 The Tao shines in the light through the ages, An Le specializes in killing the son of the Nether
When the Wenqu stele fell in Xiliang City, the fortunes of the entire Xiliang were violently turbulent.

It seems to have risen hundreds of feet out of thin air, turning into a winding white dragon, roaring between the sky and the earth, that is a change in demeanor.

The reason why the Great Zhao Dynasty’s luck did not weaken too much after it moved to the south, and there were still peerless military generals protecting Chao Gang, and Peiran literati entering the court as officials, was because of the existence of the two most precious treasures, the Wenqu Stele and the Wukui Stone.

Although these two treasures are only third-tier treasures, they cannot be regarded as just third-tier treasures, because they have many abilities that third-tier treasures do not have, that is, to gather luck.

For example, the Void Armor is extremely powerful. It is the presentation and refinement of the Dao of Space. It is refined by the giants of the Mohist School who have mastered the Dao of Space and become venerable human beings in the eleven realms.

However, no matter how powerful the Void Armor is, it is only a magic weapon and cannot gather luck.

However, the Wenqu Stele and the Wukui Stone are different. The former is a collection of Confucian arrogance and righteousness, while the latter is poured out of the heart and blood of Wukui, a military strategist of all dynasties. It represents the fate of Confucianism and military ethics. , the strategist is the foundation of a country.

Therefore, both of them are connected with the fate of the country, but they are also a great luck by themselves.

It is precisely because of this that Great Zhao moved south for [-] years. Although the fortunes of the country have declined, they are still strong and never collapsed.

But now, the Wenqu stele and Wukui stone were taken out of Lin'an by Anle, and they were baptized by heavenly thunder, which cut off the connection with the Great Zhao Dynasty, completely separated, and were placed in Dali and Xiliang by Anle.

The national fortunes of Dali and Xiliang were absorbed by Anle long ago, and turned into their own fortunes of invincibility. With the addition of the fortunes of Wenqu stele and Wukuishi, the fortunes of the real dragon of invincibility have changed, and the overall expansion has increased a lot.

An Le could even feel that the Invincible Shizhenlong, which had already mutated, had changed again.

An Le's eyes were burning, and his white clothes were better than the snow. Looking at the golden dragon hovering above his head, he was absorbing the fortune between heaven and earth all the time, as if quietly, there was a strange feeling of breaking through heaven and earth .

Anle's heart shook slightly, and An Le knew that... now the invincible force has become an unimaginable and indescribable existence, and it is not correct to say that it is invincible.

However, An Le knows one thing... this invincible mighty dragon may become one of his most important trump cards.

At some point in the future, if he encounters a bottleneck in his practice, perhaps he wants to quickly break through the realm of cultivation, he can use the Invincible Potential Dragon to integrate the Invincible Potential Dragon into his cultivation and break through all barriers.

Originally, the cohesion and existence of the invincible power is for the easier breakthrough of the realm of cultivation.

Like Li You'an, he once condensed the invincible power. When he was in the fifth realm, he condensed the invincible power in Lin'an. Wu Congwen, guarding the frontier fortress of the Canglang River, created an army of flying tigers to deter one side.

Therefore, the role of invincibility is actually very obvious in practice.

But An Le is not in a hurry, he continues to condense the invincible potential real dragon, and now he has not encountered the kind of bottleneck that is difficult to break through in his practice, and his practice speed is already very fast.

The invincible potential real dragon is not available for the time being.

However, An Le actually had expectations.

In the future, when he hits the eleventh realm and becomes a venerable human being, or when he hits the twelve realms and becomes a sage on earth, he hopes that the invincible Shizhenlong can bring him unexpected surprises.

This is an expectation. Of course, An Le will not put all her expectations on the invincible potential real dragon. If she wants to improve and break through in terms of cultivation, she does not rely on others, but on herself.

In Xiliang City, the awe-inspiring righteousness surged upwards, surging to the extreme.

However, gradually this awe-inspiring righteousness will return to the Wenqu stele. Scholars from all over the world rush to study and ask questions in the city where the Wenqu stele is located. The awe-inspiring spirit, come to grow the awe-inspiring spirit.

The academy in Xiliang City, although it is a newly built academy, has Wang Banshan, the former master of the Academy of Arts, and many Confucian scholars who used to work in the Academy of Arts, and with the erection of the Wenqu stele, It is not difficult to close the former Lin'an Academy of Arts and become the center of Confucianism and Taoism in the world. The heart of countless scholars is naturally not difficult.

Wang Banshan's eyes were excited, his heart was full of joy, his heart was full of waves, his courage was soaring, and he had the urge to do something big.

He knew that with the fall of the stele of Wenqu, the things he had always wanted to do, the principles he wanted to practice, and the Confucianism he wanted to carry forward, maybe... all had hope.

He couldn't see hope in Lin'an, because the rich and powerful in Lin'an were too tightly entangled with scholars, and it was difficult for him to change that situation.

But in Xiliang, everything is new, and now even the Wenqu stele is new, which is a good time for him to flex his muscles.

"Thank you sir!"

Wang Banshan was very excited, and his gratitude to Anle became more and more intense, and the scholar died for his confidant.

An Le smiled and raised Wang Banshan: "Master, don't be too polite."

"The stele of Wenqu stands in Xiliang, which represents responsibility. I hope that Master Wang can carry forward Confucianism and Taoism, educate all people, popularize reading, so that everyone in the world can be literate, and all children can receive education... A strong youth makes a country strong "If young people are rich, the country will be rich, and if young people are free, the country will be free. Only in this way can the country prosper and practice can be as brilliant as flowers."

Anle's face was serious, his sleeves were fluttering, his hands were folded to hold the literati's gift, and he said seriously.

In the distance, Li You'an, Bei Hailong belonged to Zhucheng, Yu Lao Taijun and other ten-level powerhouses all trembled and looked at An Le in disbelief.

Such expectations, such wishes, if it can be realized, everyone in the world can read, everyone can read, and everyone has knowledge... What a prosperous and prosperous world that people yearn for!
However, it is difficult to achieve such expectations.

Even Da Zhao, the most romantic literati, has a very low reading penetration rate, and there are very few people who can really read and write.

Most people are running around for survival, so how can they spare time to study?
Only those with surplus wealth in the family are eligible for the younger generation to go to school, to obtain fame, to learn, to continue the glory of the family, or to allow the family to achieve a class transition.

Therefore, it is too difficult to realize Anle's thoughts like this, because what he wants to do is to change the world.

Wang Banshan's body trembled violently, his pale hair flew up, and a very strange expression appeared on his face full of ravines, excited, dazed, flushed, agitated... as if he had imagined many pictures in his mind, Realized emotions are revealed on the surface.

Wang Banshan let out a long breath, this world...is for young people after all, young people will grow up and become the pillar of a country, so, strong young people...will make the country strong.

And if a teenager wants to be strong, he must first start with enlightenment.

In this regard, the role of the academy will be extremely important.

Wang Banshan once thought that academies were simply places for learning, a place for those scholars who had accomplished their studies to communicate with each other and advance to Confucianism and Taoism.

Perhaps... The essential function of the academy is to educate the people and spread knowledge.

Just like what the young master said, let everyone in the world be educated, literate, and able to distinguish right from wrong... Perhaps this is the responsibility of the academy, the responsibility of Confucianism and Taoism.

Wang Banshan clenched his hands in the sleeves of his Confucian shirt tremblingly.

He frantically looked at An Le, his eyes were firm and dazzling, as if he had seen the way to the future, and he knew the academy's biggest goal in the future.

"Martyrdom with one's own body and a life of steadfastness, the way shines through the ages in the light."

"Old man... I would like to spend my whole life fulfilling my wish for my son."

The sound clanged and hit the ground.

Haoran, who had just put down the Wenqu stele, surged again at this moment, like a waterfall flowing backwards, flying in the sky and earth.

Wang Banshan's thoughts are clear, his goals are transparent, and his own Qi has achieved a skyrocketing increase at this moment.

After stepping into the realm of ten realms and one disaster, the Nirvana fire surged in one disaster, but disappeared silently under the washing of grandeur.

An Le's eyes sparkled.

Clenched fists and saluted.

"I look forward to it."

The words fall.

An Le looked at Li You'an: "Mr. Li, I will leave the rest to you."

"The matter of the academy needs a stable world to promote it, and we need to work together on this matter."

Li You'an clasped his fists with a serious look, his body was full of breath, and his Confucian shirt was flying. He is not only a general, but also a Confucian scholar. His knowledge is not low, and he also has hope in his heart.

"My lord, I'm so overwhelmed."

An Le clasped her fists in return, and her figure suddenly disappeared amid intertwined silver lights.

……

……

The silver snake swallowed.

Outside Xiliang City, within a town.

An Le's figure suddenly appeared, dressed in white clothes like snow, with a simple bamboo sword on his waist.

This town has been washed by Haoran, and there is no trace of filth and evil spirit.

However, earlier, An Le felt a surge of tyrannical devilish energy here, and Anle was quite familiar with that devilish energy.

"The emperor of Xiliang, Gu Baijing, who once forged the bone concept and broke through the demons."

An Le's eyes were condensed.

This is a practitioner who is even crazier than the crown prince Gu Chenglin. He has no pity for living beings and regards death as normal.

Such a demonic person, since An Le found his trace, naturally he would not let him go easily.

The traces have disappeared, and the demonic energy has been baptized by Haoran without a trace.

The town is very quiet, without the slightest smell of blood, perhaps because it is too close to Xiliang, so although Gu Baijing is hiding here, he is used to killing, and he didn't kill many people in this town. Didn't even commit a murder.

His original intention was to hide his tracks, so keeping a low profile is naturally the best.

"The method of hiding the aura is quite good. Gu Baijing, who is full of evil spirits, has never been discovered in the surrounding towns of Xiliang City. Mr. Wang and Mr. Li are extremely sensitive to the evil spirit. Hid it..."

"Gu Baijing must have changed."

An Le rested his palm on the bamboo sword and the green hill, his eyes were sharp.

Whether Gu Baijing is strong or not, in the underground palace of Lishan ancient tomb, An Le had dealt with him before, this person is definitely not weak, his cultivation base has reached ten realms and three disasters, and he is still weaker than Emperor Yuanmeng Some, but it won't be too bad. Of course, it's just a single realm that has reached this level, and the three disasters have not yet been perfected at the level of refining gods.

An Le raised his hand, and a wisp of the air of time floated out, and the air of time floated up, burning like a ball of flame.

With the improvement of cultivation and the mastery of the power of the Dao of Time, An Le has become more and more comfortable with the use of the Qi of the Years. It is no longer just using the Qi of the Years to increase its own strength, but also to use the Qi of the Years to transform it into the fruit of the Dao of Time .

In fact, An Le even began to analyze and study the Dao Fruit of Time.

Of course, this research has only just begun and has not yet gone deep.

The burning air rises and falls, reflecting the picture, in the picture... it is the appearance of Gu Beluga with half black hair and half white hair.

A flick of the finger.

This wisp of time suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke, like an arrow that leaves the string, it shot out at high speed, and flew towards the sky.

An Le's white clothes fluttered in the breeze, and her sleeves fluttered.

Follow the smoke.

……

……

The clouds and mountains are stacked for thousands of miles, and the valley road is deep and untouched.

There are many mountains on both sides of the Canglang River. Although the peaks are not high, the mountains are continuous and the mountain roads are rugged.

In an unnamed deep mountain, there is a drizzle, and the fallen leaves from last autumn are spread all over the ground. The deserted mountain temple, the walls and arms are broken, and the plants are overgrown.

In the mountain temple, there was a figure wrapped in a black robe sitting upright, his body was filled with black air, causing the random plants in the mountain temple to wither and die under the influence of the breath.

The hood of the black robe was blown away, revealing a middle-aged face, but the half black hair and half white hair were extremely conspicuous.

The collapsed statue of the mountain god behind him is full of cracks.

After a long time, the black-robed figure slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a bloody vortex hovering in his eyes.

However, the blood-colored vortex hides very deep, it just bursts out a hazy blood light.

"It seems that the capital city of Xiliang cannot be approached. If there is only one Li Youan and one Wang Banshan, if I find a chance, I can still kill and slaughter the entire Xiliang city. Promoted to the tenth level, it can lead to a long river of righteousness and restrain my way very much."

"The second calamity, Li You'an, and Wang Banshan, who is good at awe-inspiring, combined with the above Wen Qubei, once I am restrained, with the number of strong men under An Le's command now, it will be very difficult for me to escape."

"Once An Le arrives, I will surely die."

Gu Baijing opened his mouth and let out a mouthful of turbid air, the blood in his eyes became even more bloody, and an emotion full of unwillingness was spreading.

He never thought that after going to the Lishan Ancient Tomb... After returning, the country was gone.

Originally the emperor of Xiliang, he became a bereaved dog when he returned.

Moreover, his son is also dead. Gu Chenglin's talent is very good, and he will have the opportunity to step into the eleventh realm in the future. The two eleventh realms are enough to raise the height of Xiliang.

"Pity……"

Gu Baijing sighed.

However, it's not a big problem, as long as he, Gu Baijing, has not died, he still has a chance to bring the Xiliang Demon Kingdom back to the world and change the pattern of the world again.

"Zhao Tianyan, the son of the Great Zhao, actually sacrificed the fortune of the Great Zhao, and attracted the Land of Ascension to Immortals..."

Gu Baijing's eyes flickered.

"Ascension to Immortal Land..."

The bloody light in his eyes became more intense.

Suddenly, a puff of blue smoke floated from outside the mountain temple, like strands of silk, like ribbons of horses waving across the snow field.

Gu Baijing didn't take it seriously at first, but soon, a sense of terror spread all over his body, and the terrible pressure made his heart feel like it was being clenched.

"Who!"

Gu Baijing's black robe bulged, and his figure moved out instantly, disappearing into the mountain temple.

boom!
A huge one, like the claws of a demon tiger, wiped the mountain temple, and the whole mountain temple was directly turned into ruins, everything was turned into dust, and the ground was even sunken, revealing a huge pit Hole.

"The response is very fast."

A faint voice floated in the air.

An Le said softly.

Gu Baijing's figure appeared on the branch of a tree in the distance, his black robe was billowing, and his handsome middle-aged face was dignified and unbelievable.

"Anle?! How did you find me?!"

Gu Baijing felt a little unbelievable.

His breath-holding technique is extraordinary, he learned it from the Netherworld, and he can disguise his energy mechanism as a dead person, which is weak and undetectable.

Even the original strongman of the eleventh level, it is difficult to find him, not to mention that he has not left any traces.

Even the only lingering demonic and evil energy has been washed away by the grand righteousness.

Therefore, Gu Baijing was very shocked that An Le could be found. He thought of the blue smoke...

Although it is very weak, but if you really observe it carefully, you will feel an extremely terrifying power from above the green smoke, as if you saw your previous behavior and actions above the green smoke.

As if... watching the past years!
That wisp of green smoke contains the power of time? !

Gu Baijing's heart sank, the strength of An Le, and the weirdness of her methods... are indeed somewhat beyond his imagination.

"I forgot to look for you. In the Lishan ancient tomb, there are many ten-level powerhouses that I fear. Emperor Yuanmeng returned to Yuanmeng, Master Zhenwu returned to Qingcheng Mountain, and Uncle Yan Tong has been killed by me... There is you, the subjugated emperor, and by the way, there is also Duan Yukui, the Supreme Elder of the Star Reaching Sect."

Anle said with a smile.

Yes, he almost forgot about Duan Yukui.

With the power of mind and spirit, he once fought and collided with Lu Yishan in the stargazing map, and his cultivation seems to be pretty good, but this time he came out, but no trace of him was found.

However, Duan Yukui's threat is actually not that great, compared to Gu Baijing, it is nothing at all.

Gu Baijing is the real lord of the Demon Kingdom, a ruthless person who created the bone concept and slaughtered countless creatures, and Gu Baijing is also stronger in terms of cultivation.

In fact, Lu Yishan has been looking for Gu Baijing since the ancient tomb of Lishan was broken.

Lu Yishan and Gu Baijing had a deep blood feud, and his legs seemed to be crippled by Gu Baijing when he was traveling from Xiliang.

Although Lu Yishan had the ability to restore his legs, he did not choose to restore them, but planned to use this scar to remember his hatred.

An Le found Gu Baijing today, but he could help Lu Yishan resolve his grievances and get rid of a bad feeling in his heart.

Although Gu Baijing was perfect in the ten realms and three disasters, but now An Le's cultivation, body training and spiritual refinement have all broken through to the late stage of the ten realms and two disasters, and he is confident that he can easily crush the previous ten realms and three disasters.

Gu Baijing took a deep breath, his heart sank slightly.

boom! ! !
The majestic black air spread out from his body.

Facing Shang Anle, Gu Baijing didn't have any confidence and confidence. Even Uncle Yan Tong, who extradited the Eleventh Realm Disaster Calamity, failed to kill Anle. What would he use to kill Anle?

escape!
In the black mist, there was a burst of blood.

In an instant, Changhong, which turned into black and red, quickly swept away towards the distant void.

There is no need to fight, no need to try.

Try it... you will die!

Gu Baijing didn't want to die, and now his practice has begun to recover. Although it may be a flashback before the collapse, it is at least a great opportunity. Gu Baijing will soon be able to hit the eleventh level.

At this time, he naturally didn't want to die.

How hopeless it would be if the goal that had been pursued for so long died at the door like this.

"escape?"

An Le's eyes became indifferent gradually, and his eyes were deep. He stared at Gu Baijing's leaving back, frowning slightly.

Unexpectedly, no other power was found from Gu Baijing.

This shouldn't be, although Gu Baijing's breath restraining technique is good, but it is definitely impossible for him who wants to hide from the long river of mind to reach the second level, at least he will show his feet and be caught and tracked by him.

Unless there is a powerful force to help him clean up these clues.

"I thought that Gu Baijing was chosen by Nether and became the legendary son of Nether..."

"I am happy, I only kill the Nether Son!"

Thinking of this, An Le couldn't help laughing.

In fact, the sons of You Ming chosen by You Ming all died in his hands.

"Fortunately, this Gu Baijing is not."

An Le smiled.

The void armor covered the slender body, intertwined with silver snakes, bursting out with bright light.

The next moment, in front of An Le, the space split open, and his body stepped into it.

The black and red ray of blood escaped away at an extremely fast speed, and the mountains were directly passed by.

This is also a secret technique bestowed by Nether, and the price paid is not small, and it even involves the power of space.

It was mastered by an Eleventh Realm Ninth Turn Nether Mingjun who comprehended the Dao of Space.

In Netherworld, the original powerhouse of the Eleventh Realm is called the Lord of the Underworld, corresponding to the Immortal Lord of the Eleventh Realm.

In fact, the two have been confronting each other, and Nether also has a terrifying power that is not weaker than God, like the top level of power, which is also not bad.

Huangquan, Naihe, and Bi'an, the three forces that have buried the ancient gods, are even comparable to the five great ancient families of the gods, and the Hall of Reincarnation is even more comparable to the heaven of heaven.

Among the Three Realms, the power in the human world is relatively weak in comparison.

There are some reasons for this, even An Le can't figure it out.

Was it really just caused by the battle against the heavens thousands of years ago?

Is it really because of the chaos of the dragon veins of the human race and the mountains and rivers that the practice of the world has been weakened for thousands of years, and until now, it is difficult to even be born in the eleventh realm?

An Le couldn't figure it out, maybe there was something she needed to ask the holy master.

An Le didn't believe that the Saint Master wouldn't know about the appearance of the Immortal Ascension Land. There were obviously some problems.

Of course, now is not the time to think about these things.

It is more important to solve Gu Baijing, after all, he is a lunatic.

It is impossible for An Le to be in the human world all the time. If this strong man with ten realms and three disasters is a perfect level, if he is really given a chance, it may cause a terrible disaster.

It is possible to slaughter living beings, and it is possible to kill the panic in the world.

The black and red light diffused instantly, revealing the face of Gu Baijing.

Gu Baijing narrowed his eyes, but saw that the space in front of him split open, and a Suzaku lingering with the golden Nirvana Celestial Fire spread its wings, and its loud and clear cry shook the void, and the sky was dyed fiery red.

Void Sanshou... Suzaku Sword!
This is a powerful combat technique after the fusion of the Supreme Treasure Five Birds and the Void Sanshou.

Revealed at this moment, it seems that the real Suzaku came alive, roaring and spreading its wings from the ancient battlefield!

Gu Baijing let out a roar, his black hair and white hair hung upside down, a cloud of black air was shot out by him, and countless white bones emerged from the middle layer upon layer, densely packed like the bones covered under the underworld.

However, under the blow of Anle, the most precious five birds fusion void Sanshou, countless white bones instantly turned into white powder.

The powerful force tore through the black mist and smashed hard on his body.

puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Gu Baijing's entire body was about to explode, turned into a streamer and hit the ground below hard, the ground sank directly, and layers of dust exploded like ten thousand bombs.

An Le stood hanging in the air, dressed in white clothes better than snow, with vigorous black hair, with his palm on the bamboo sword and green mountain at his waist, watching calmly.

The dust in the ruins was torn apart.

Gu Baijing was extremely embarrassed, the black robe had already been torn to pieces, exposing the hideous body covered by white bones, most of the skin membrane was broken, exposing the bones that were slightly glowing with blood.

He stared at An Le, the horror in his eyes couldn't be added.

too strong!
Outrageously strong!

Gu Baijing has completed ten realms and three disasters, and can even be regarded as a half-step source of power. He also obtained a small piece of immortal source in Lishan, but he has not yet completely refined it.

But with such strength, he was almost beaten to death by An Le's move.

If it wasn't for his flesh and blood, he might really be blown away by An Le's move.

The Suzaku Sword lingers on the Nirvana Celestial Immortal Fire, hovering over Anle's body, the internal organs glow slightly, the ancient scriptures are intertwined and spread, and the spirit is strong, just like a peerless fairy coming to the dust.

Seeing that the move did not blow Gu Bai Jing, An Le frowned slightly, her internal organs were flooded with light, and the five treasures appeared one after another, shining with dazzling brilliance.

Suzaku sword, Liuyun boots, Snake Ten Thousand Bone Knife, Zixiao Shocking Thunder Spear, Jinyang Xuanmu Shield!

Cooperate with the most precious five birds.

At this moment, almost in the form of a formation, they played a shocking killing!
Void Five Birds Sanshou!

Demonic tigers, ferocious beasts, divine deer, demonic apes and sword cranes emerge in it, and they are constantly circulating in birth and death!

The huge palm passed across, and the space was cracked inch by inch. It was difficult to bear the terrifying power of this palm!
Despair appeared in Gu Baijing's eyes...

He sees no hope.

No match for speed, no match for strength, no match for treasure...

The only thing that can suppress the opponent is cultivation, but cultivation does not represent real combat power.

Gu Baijing let out a roar, the skin all over his body burned, and all the membranes disappeared, revealing the bloody bones.

The blood bone is like a huge blood-colored diamond polished out, crystal clear.

Represents the tenacity of the physical level.

Boom! ! !
A palm fell again, and the whole ground suddenly sank and collapsed deeply, revealing a huge palm print. Under the palm print, there were countless smoke and dust...

Countless dust and sand were blasted into the sky, and finally splashed down like rain.

Gu Baijing's body was sunken in the beating, and he was dying, and the flow of blood on the bloody skeleton became stagnant and slow.

"It's still not dead... I seem to feel the breath of the ghost."

Anle said calmly.

"The Nether practice method, do you have a connection with the Nether?"

Gu Baijing's blood-colored skeleton vaguely gave An Le the feeling of a strong ghost that An Le had faced before.

However, An Le didn't want to be entangled with Gu Baijing for too long. After breaking through the tenth realm and the second disaster, he hadn't sorted out his own gains. An Le also needs to understand the vague changes.

Therefore, An Le held the bamboo sword and green shirt, and slowly took it off from his waist.

The moment An Le held the sword, a surging sword energy began to grow between the heaven and the earth, and began to permeate continuously.

Gu Baijing's blood-colored bones are shining brightly, and the blood color of every inch of the bones is made by the sacrifice of life.

He stared at An Le, but did not speak.

His aura keeps rising, rising...

Indistinctly, a source emerges.

However, this origin is not complete, and he still can't step into the realm of half a step of origin.

But in the face of An Le's oppression, he had to go all out to use his original power, otherwise... he would die, and once he died, there would be no hope.

He didn't beg for any comfort and let him go.

That is absolutely impossible, he knows that Lu Yishan is Anle's person, and there is a great hatred between Lu Yishan and him, plus his understanding of Anle's enmity, he has killed so many creatures, and he is the one who founded the Demon Kingdom , will definitely not be let go by An Le.

Therefore, the only thing we can do is fight with all our strength.

"Ghost? Guess what!"

Gu Baijing roared.

An Le is naturally unwilling to guess, there is nothing to guess, even if it really has something to do with Nether, An Le doesn't care.

After all, he has killed so many Sons of Nether, if Gu Baijing is also a Son of Nether, then he will just make up the number.

boom!
Qingshan handed out the bamboo sword.

Countless sword intents permeated the air.

On the long river of the soul, the power of the Tao of Time, mirrored and copied with the power of the pure Dao, poured in, and the river turned into a sword, sweeping up.

Although the power is not as strong as a sword transformed by the power of the real Dao of Time, it is not weak.

The flesh is shining brightly, and the blood is surging, pouring into the sky like wolf smoke.

A sword is handed out, and there is a picture of mountains and rivers. One sword spans the mountains and rivers, and one sword protects the mountains and rivers. This is the way of swordsmanship for peace and happiness.

Only this sword, pure sword, protects the whole world.

The sword of the soul and the sword of the body, the fusion of the two swords.

The virtual and real sword qi appeared and turned into a yin and yang sword wheel!

Inspired by the source, Gu Baijing, who rose from the ruins against the sky, stared blankly at the sword, at the extremely gorgeous Yin-Yang sword wheel that stretches across the sky and the earth, and at the sword energy that intersects reality and reality...

"What kind of monster is this?"

Gu Baijing murmured.

He still remembered seeing An Le in the underground palace of the Lishan Ancient Tomb. At that time... An Le was only in the eighth realm.

But now, he has actually been able to make such a gorgeous sword, a sword that exceeds the limit of the world.

"As soon as this sword is released, I will be sorry for the splendor of the sword Qi if I don't die."

Gu Baijing smiled miserably, with emotion in his eyes.

Looking back on my life, I have been pursuing spiritual practice. In the era of exhaustion of spiritual practice, I tried to find a way but failed.

Yuan Meng's oppression, Da Zhao's coercion... Under the two, he had to take a wrong road. He thought he saw the dawn, but when the real light came, all evil was just the filth under the light, which disappeared.

The sword passed without leaving a mark.

The blood-colored Nether blood bones couldn't bear An Le's supremely sublimated sword at all.

The blood bones turned into blood-colored powder, which scattered all over the ground.

Like a withered rhododendron, it was crushed into the world of mortals and shattered into dust.

Heaven and earth return to peace.

When the sword ended, Gu Baijing died completely.

An Le did not leave, she put her sword on her waist, lowered her gaze, and looked directly at the ruins.

It seems to want to verify something.

The tyrannical mind swept past again and again, but nothing hidden appeared.

"Gu Baijing, it seems that he really isn't a son of the Nether..."

An Le muttered.

Afterwards, Yinmang danced wildly like a dragon and python, tore open the space, escaped into it, and disappeared.

for a long time……

In the huge ruins of the deep pit, in Gu Baijing's annihilated blood and bone meal, there was an undetectable speck of blood flickering slightly.

In that tiny dust of blood and bone powder.

There was a familiar nether pool of blood, shrinking tightly in fright.

Don't dare to move.

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