Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 272 The holy master has already prepared a plan, and the young man boldly claims to be the top of the immortal stele

The Nether Blood Pond shrank back, but it was indeed miraculous that An Le hadn't discovered it.

The main reason is that An Le did not expect that the pool of blood could shrink to the size of a mustard seed, hidden in Gu Baijing's blood and bones that had been crushed into slag powder.

Of course, if Anle investigates carefully, he can still find out the tricks, because he didn't think about it, so he naturally missed it.

But the main thing was that the blood pool didn't move at all, as if he had been scared out of his wits.

If Xuechi was conscious, he would definitely be cursing, and he was really depressed.

Every time the Nether Blood Pond chooses a son of the Nether, An Le will kill him. This guy...has a grudge against Nether.

The Nether Son originally chosen by the Nether Blood Pool did not want to be too powerful, because in that way Nether would be restricted by the opponent in the future, and the main task of the Nether Son was to let the Nether come to the world.

But with the deaths of the sons of the Nether who had chosen one after another, the Nether Blood Pond...doesn't have so many opportunities to choose.

After a long time, it rained.

The black clouds came over, accompanied by the torrential rain, washing the world with a bang, trying to wash away all the filth.

And the ground that turned into ruins was also washed by the rain, and the accumulated water gathered into a small river.

Gu Baijing's shattered bones were also submerged by the current and washed away in all directions.

Suddenly, the small river where the stagnant water gathered suddenly turned a color of blood.

There was more and more blood, and gradually, it turned into a pool of blood whirlpooling.

In the pool of blood, a face slowly appeared.

That face was none other than Gu Baijing who had been beheaded by An Le.

Between the heaven and the earth, there seems to be a whimpering sound endlessly, like a strong man whimpering and roaring...

Gu Baijing's remnant soul gathered from the sky and the earth, and gradually, it condensed into an extremely vague soul figure.

"Are you willing?"

"The country has been destroyed, the son has been killed, and you have been crushed to pieces. Are you willing?!"

The voice was extremely low, resounding between heaven and earth, like the roar of a grieving ghost.

Gu Baijing's soul condensed into a shape, and it seemed that he gradually had a clear consciousness: "I am unwilling...I am unwilling!"

Gu Baijing roared again and again, and roared again and again.

Suddenly, the blood pool began to squirm continuously.

Pure blood-colored energy overflowed from the blood pool, and condensed into a figure completely sculpted by the blood pool above the blood pool.

As soon as the figure took shape, he opened his mouth, and Gu Baijing's soul was immediately swallowed up.

Gradually, the blood-colored figure turned into a human appearance, with black and white hair and a burly body, it was none other than Gu Baijing.

Almost exactly the same as Gu Baijing in front of him.

However, although the appearance is the same, the temperament is quite different.

His eyes are scarlet, and the aura on his body is rising steadily. It is very powerful and terrifying, and it is still growing...

An attack was launched towards the eleventh realm, and there was a vague tendency to break through the eleventh realm.

The blood-colored white whale sat cross-legged in the void.

The blood pool under him has completely dried up, which means that from today onwards, there will be no more blood pools in the world, and all the energy in the blood pool has been extracted to reshape Gu Baijing's body.

After a long time, the figure stood up, stretched its body in mid-air, and let out a comfortable voice.

"It's been a long time since I set foot in the world."

"The air is still so fresh, it's much more comfortable than the stinky Netherworld."

"This is the last chance, don't look for any more Nether children..."

"Imitate the Great Zhao Dynasty, open the land of ascension to immortality... Netherworld should also descend!"

With cold eyes, the blood-colored Gu Baijing's eyes surged. At this moment, his consciousness is no longer Gu Baijing, but he came to the world through the medium of Gu Baijing's soul.

The Son of Nether died one after another, making this strong man who came from Nether wonder if there was any curse in the identity of Son of Nether, and would rather believe it, so he came.

He no longer chooses the son of the nether world, and descends by himself, just to complete the feat of the netherworld descending to the world.

Even if he paid for the plan to dry up the blood pool, he would not hesitate.

"Anle..."

There was a dignified look in the blood-colored Beluga Whale's eyes.

This son is really powerful and cannot be provoked, not for the time being.

After the Nether descended, and powerful men such as Lord Youming Ming could appear in the world, at that time, it would be easy to deal with An Le.

"If you want the Nether to descend, you have to create a blood field."

"You can't create a blood field on land, you will be discovered by An Le... The best way is to go to a place far away from the land, where An Le can't perceive it."

The blood-colored Beluga Whale's eyes flickered, and then, his body broke open, and he fled towards the extreme south.

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Killed Gu Baijing.

An Le returned to the Seventh Mountain, and the mountain wind blew slightly, which was quite refreshing.

Falling in a small courtyard in the mountains, the courtyard is as quiet and spotless as ever. There are treasure trees and old pagoda trees guarding the house, and not even a single fallen leaf has drifted over.

Sitting cross-legged in the yard, because he had never gone to Jinguan City to drink, he had no drink at the moment.

An Le is too lazy to go to Jinguan City for the time being, he has something to do first.

The white clothes are flying, and the hem of the clothes is gently rippling in the breeze.

An Le took off the green mountain of the bamboo sword worn at his waist, and laid it across in front of his eyes. This tattered bamboo sword had a yellowish surface, and even had many bamboo spots.

It seems ordinary, but Anle can be sure that in Lin'an City, he exhausted all the power of the real time road, used a sword, and carried it with a bamboo sword. This tattered bamboo sword not only withstood, An inexplicable transformation also vaguely occurred.

At that time, An Le noticed it, but there was no time to study it deeply.

After the cultivation base breakthrough was completed and Gu Baijing was killed, An Le started to think about it.

Rubbing the blade lightly, one could feel a chill, and wisps of sword intent permeated from the bamboo sword.

"Bamboo swords can be transformed, and the transformed bamboo sword... the power it cuts out is even more terrifying, and it can show more extreme sharpness."

An Le stared.

It's a pity that the real power of the Dao of the years accumulated in his Dao Drinking Dao Fruit at this moment is not too much.

Therefore, it is impossible to reproduce the scene of slashing Jie Lei with a sword at that moment.

However, one thing is certain, Zhujian Qingshan is absolutely extraordinary, and even has a terrifying origin.

The power to carry the real time has changed.

Perhaps the first emperor won the Qin Dynasty, and Zhao Huangting and other people who held the bamboo sword and green mountain in the past have never felt the specialness of the bamboo sword and green mountain, and have not touched this level of change.

"The sword of the world? The holy master once said that the ancestral sword of heaven suppresses the sword of the world and the nether world, so that the world and the netherworld cannot appear as the most precious sword."

"Perhaps, Zu Jian... can recognize a little bit?"

An Le's eyes flickered.

With a movement of mind, he appeared directly in the Dao Fruit Space.

Today's Dao Fruit space has undergone considerable transformation, and the overall Dao Fruit has achieved an improvement in rank, which has enhanced Anle's overall strength.

The time is misty, and the ancestral sword and sword spirit are wandering freely in it, like a fish swimming unrestrained.

As soon as An Le appeared, the Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit sensed it, but still wandered leisurely and leisurely.

An Le thought for a while, raised his hand, and the air of time transformed into the appearance of a bamboo sword and a green mountain, and asked, "Senior, you have seen this bamboo sword before."

The Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit seemed to sense it, and then left bored.

As if to say, isn't this just a tattered bamboo sword?What's there to see?
In front of its ancestral sword and sword spirit, what sword dares to be called a sword?
Although Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit didn't open his mouth, the power of perception that diffused in the dark can clearly express his meaning.

An Le can also understand the emotions and meanings of the ancestral sword and sword spirit through the perception power of this sword.

Can't the ancestor sword and sword spirit recognize it?
An Le couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

It is certain that Zhujian Qingshan is good. I thought that the existence of Zujian Jianling could show the connection between swords and express the difference of Zujian Qingshan.

However, it's nothing, after staying for a long time, if you accumulate enough power of the true age, you will definitely be able to stimulate the unique state of Zhujian Qingshan again.

With the improvement of his own cultivation base and the improvement of Dao fruit ability, An Le found that the transformation of the power of Dao power in the real years is getting faster and faster.

An Le left the Dao Fruit Dimension.

After leaving in peace, the ancestral sword and sword spirit, which was dangling leisurely, seemed to pause for a moment...

It seemed to be thinking about why the sword that Anle showed it...was a little familiar.

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The consciousness broke away from the Dao Fruit Dimension, and An Le returned to the small courtyard.

Stretching for a while, An Le didn't stay in the small courtyard too much, her cultivation had just broken through, so she could relax a bit.

The old pagoda tree and Baoshu are still digesting the original fresh air that Anle gave them, and without joking with Baoshu, Anle takes a step forward and leaves directly.

When he reappeared, he was already in Jinguan City hundreds of miles away.

The drizzle was drizzling, and the sky of Jinguan City would be drizzled like silk from time to time.

Come to the familiar alley tavern.

Pushing the door and entering, the copper bell hanging at the door was pushed away by the door panel, making a light jingle.

An Le entered the tavern, found a place by the window, ordered two jugs of old rice wine, a stack of stewed beef, and drank it on his own.

With his current cultivation base, he can already achieve fasting, and what he eats will not affect him in any way, nor will it provide any energy.

However, what An Letu wanted was the taste of the wine and vegetables.

An Le did not hide her aura, but the old sword master, Wang Yansheng and others did not seek An Le in the future.

One is that they know that An Le came to Jinguan City to drink, and the other is that they all got the source of Qing Qi from An Le and are working hard to refine the source of Qing Qi to improve their own strength and prepare for the upcoming battle against Zhao.

They can't be as leisurely as An Le.

The appearance of Ascension to Immortal Land is a huge shock to every practitioner in the world. They know very well that once the immortals in the heavens are really allowed to live forever in the world, the future will be too dark for practitioners in the world. up.

An Le understands them very well, and drinking alone has a special taste.

The graceful proprietress is also very knowledgeable and never came to disturb An Le.

An Le enjoys such a leisurely time. While drinking, the energy in his body is subtly changing, which is the state consolidation after the breakthrough of cultivation base.

The rain outside the window, pattering down, dyed the bluestone in the alley a moist blue color, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers protruding from the wall.

After drinking, An Le paid the money and made two jugs of wine.

The female shopkeeper was all smiles, and made wine for An Le herself. After finishing the two pots of old rice wine, she personally sent An Le out of the house.

An Le smiled and waved her hands. Her white clothes were elegant, and her gleaming figure, which seemed to be flooded with light, gradually disappeared into the hazy rain.

"Master An, you are simply too handsome, not like a human figure."

The female shopkeeper murmured, wiped the corners of her mouth, and under the curious gaze of the bartender, put her hands on her hips, staring and angrily scolded: "Hurry up and deliver wine to the guests, look at the hammer, have you ever seen a nymphomaniac?! Look at the button again." Your wages!"

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An Le was carrying a jug, a bamboo sword on his waist, and dressed in white. He was walking in the rain, not in a hurry to return to the Seventh Mountain.

Walking into Jianchi Palace, the disciples of Jianchi Palace guarding the gate naturally would not hinder An Le, and there was even fanaticism in their eyes.

An Le smiled, greeted them, and after absorbing the spirit of the years, he strolled in the rain and walked to the bank of Jianchi Lake.

The rain on the lakeside is like blue silk, falling in the lake, circling a little bit.

The sword bell quietly landed on the stone platform.

An Le walked up to the sword bell. For this sword bell, which has another meaning as a sword tomb, there was a little emotion in his eyes, and when he touched it lightly, the sword bell made a dull sound.

The bottom of Jianchi Lake.

The three tenth realms who were bathing in sword intent and practicing subconsciously opened their eyes.

The old sword masters Peimin, Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe were refining the original fresh energy, and they couldn't help being surprised when they heard the sound of the sword bell.

Seeing that it was Anle, the three of them relaxed their minds and continued to immerse themselves in the refinement of the original clean energy.

However, they soon opened their eyes again, their hearts trembling slightly.

Because, after the rippling and resounding sound of the bell wave, there was a majestic, vast, and terrifying sword intent like a brilliant sun, bursting out from the bank of Jianchi Lake, rushing straight into the sky, and piercing through the bull fight!

The appearance of this sword intent made the three powerful sword cultivators in Jianchi Lake unable to sit still.

"This is... the master's sword intent!"

Wang Banshan was shocked.

Then, when he thought of something, a look of ecstasy appeared in his eyes.

The old sword master Peimin and Su Muzhe also felt it. The sword intent in the bodies of the three sword cultivators trembled uncontrollably, oscillating in front of An Le's sword intent.

Jian Guang tore through the lake water, and the three of them stepped out from the bottom of the lake.

Then he saw the young man in white clothes with a bamboo sword and a jug of wine on his waist, quietly raised his hand, and put it on the sword bell.

The majestic sword intent surged out from the young man's body, and then diffused into the sword bell, making the sword bell, which clearly symbolized the sword tomb, seem to have come to life at this moment.

There are countless sounds of sword chanting, like fireworks roaring one after another, pouring into the sky continuously.

In the entire Jianchi Palace, and even the entire Jinguan City, everyone's swords were constantly trembling and buzzing under the continuation of these sword intentions.

The sword bell was originally a treasure, but it was a treasure made of countless sword weapons, and its rank was not low, but now, under the baptism of An Le's sword intent, the sword bell seemed to have faintly transformed.

It has taken a solid step in the field of Tier [-] Supreme Treasure, and even has the opportunity to transform into a holy weapon.

Because, the sword intent of Anle contains the meaning of mountains and rivers, and the sword Qi forms a picture scroll, as if covering the entire world of mountains and rivers, which is incomparably in line with the origin of heaven and earth.

That's why Jianzhong was able to transform when he was soaked in this sword intent.

boom!
When the infinite sword intent converged and returned to the sword bell, the sword bell located on the bank of Jianchi Lake became more dusty and refined, with a sharp and majestic sword energy brewing vaguely, like a storm in the sky. There was turmoil in the clock pan.

An Le looked at the three sword cultivators who came out of Jianchi Lake.

He said with a smile: "This is my understanding of kendo, which may give you some inspiration."

An Le surged out his own sword intent and integrated it into the sword bell. The purpose is actually very pure and simple. It is to give the practitioners of Jianchi Palace a chance to comprehend his sword intent and enhance the overall strength of Jianchi Palace.

With the blessing of this sword intent, it will have a great impact on the entire Jianchi Palace, and it can even become the foundation of inheritance that lasts for thousands of years.

Because, with such a sword intent, the powerhouse can be continuously cultivated.

The sword intent in the old sword master Peimin's chest surged, watching the sword bell, as if it made the sword bell echo with it, and his own sword intent and sword energy all changed at this moment.

The long river of the most precious sword in Wang Yansheng's arm bone roared out, and the sword light was like spring rain.

In the Sword Palace in Su Muzhi's heart, countless sword weapons were clanging and trembling, and the first-grade extreme sword refined by her seemed to be faintly transformed.

If it changes again, it will be the most precious sword weapon.

However, Su Muzhe also knows that it is too difficult for a first-grade extreme sword to transform into a treasure. Although she feels this way, the possibility of success is extremely low.

Not only the three ten-level powerhouses in Jianchi Palace, but also many disciples in Jianchi Palace, as well as the swordsmiths, all at this moment, gained a sense of sword intent, and their own sword intent was affected, and they kept screaming. Bass up.

All the sword cultivators sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to feel the sword intent.

An Le didn't stay for long, smiled lightly, picked up the jug, and left gracefully.

This can be regarded as a gift he left to Jianchi Palace.

As a force that has supported him from the beginning, Jianchi Palace has unswervingly chosen him until now.

Anle should give due expression.

It is hoped that the preservation of this sword will will enable Jianchi Palace to give birth to the Eleventh Realm Origin Venerable, give birth to many Tenth Realm, and become the real top power in the world.

This is a fortune that belongs to Jianchi Palace.

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Sword Master Pei Min and the others didn't know when An Le left. They were immersed in the comprehension of the sword intent, as if they lost the concept of time all of a sudden.

Carrying two jugs of wine, An Le returned to Seventh Mountain.

On the top of the seventh mountain, the breeze is gentle and the drizzle is hazy.

An Le sat in the small courtyard, with a charcoal stove on the table, warming the old rice wine, making the whole small courtyard exude a strong aroma of wine.

After drinking a glass of wine, a token appeared in An Le's hand, which was the Order of the Holy Land.

With a flick of his mind, he directly entered the holy realm.

The white clouds go straight up to the sky, and the mountain tops go out of the white clouds.

The holy land Lingfeng, as always, is ethereal and dusty, without the hustle and bustle of the world, and has more fairyland artistic conception.

The last time he went to the Holy Realm, in the sky, he was shot by a strong Immortal King. For An Le, the impact was still great.

After all, today he basically has no power to fight against a strong person at the level of the Immortal King.

However, An Le was quite calm.

It was purely an accident that a strong person at the level of the Immortal King made the move. Even An Le himself was somewhat unexpected, let alone Shangguan Qingwan and Ge Hongtu.

After all, An Le still represents the Saint Master, and the opponent will have to pay a price no matter if he succeeds or not.

As soon as An Le appeared in the holy land, he was sensed.

In the distance, there were two figures rushing over quickly, they were none other than Ge Hongtu and Shangguan Qingwan, two eleventh-level venerables.

They are ordered by the holy master to protect Anle.

Although...their role in the protection process is almost negligible, but the attitude that should be expressed still has to be expressed.

"Little Junior Brother!"

Ge Hongtu floated down, seeing that Anle's aura was strong and not affected by the Immortal King's attack at all, he couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief.

That was an Immortal King's attack, how terrifying and powerful it was, even the two of them might leave a nightmare in the face of Immortal King-level coercion.

Ke Anle seemed to be in excellent condition, and his spirit seemed to have undergone an unusual transformation.

"Little brother, have you made a breakthrough?"

"Now is the realm of ten realms and two disasters?"

Shangguan Qingwan noticed the difference in Anle and hurriedly asked.

An Le nodded with a smile, but just after he finished nodding, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, because he noticed a figure appeared above the Lingfeng Peak at some point.

It was a graceful figure of a woman with a pair of guqin on her lap, like a peerless fairy playing the piano.

"Third Senior Sister."

When Ge Hongtu and Shangguan Qingwan saw the visitor, they hurriedly bowed and saluted with incomparable respect on their faces.

An Le was startled, and looked at the woman with a beautiful and cold face.

"An Le, I met Third Senior Sister."

An Le left quickly in the last battle, and did not pay attention to the handling of subsequent matters.

It is not known how much the Immortal Kings of the White Tiger Family and Qinglong Family paid for this.

However, when she heard Shangguan Qingwan and Ge Hongtu calling for the third senior sister, An Le understood that this woman should be one of the three closed disciples of the holy master.

The closed disciple of the holy master is not the owner of the holy mountain in the world, but a person who truly represents the inheritance of the holy master. His strength is extremely powerful. This third senior sister... An Le has heard from Shangguan Qingwan before that she is Comparable to a saint of the twelve realms at the level of the fairy king in the sky!
Twelve realms!
An Le took a deep breath, bowed and saluted.

"Little brother, there is no need to be polite."

"When the teacher sensed that the fairy king made a move, he immediately sent me here. The two fairy kings of the Qinglong family and the Baihu family have paid the price for what they did, and you will not be wronged in vain."

The third senior sister said with a smile, her face is not of the extremely beautiful type, but her own temperament, coupled with the blessing of the twelve realms of cultivation, makes her appear unparalleled in beauty, and no one in the world can match her.

"It's normal for the Immortal King to take action when Ying Qin broke through the twelve realms, because Ying Qin's breakthrough was an act against the heavens. He turned into a mythical creature, and he was in the same situation as many top forces in the sky."

"However, if the Azure Dragon Immortal King is behind, he will attack you, that is naturally unforgivable."

The third senior sister said calmly.

An Le heard the words, took a deep breath, and nodded.

The expression on his face eased a lot, even though he left God first, so he didn't know what price the two immortal kings paid afterwards.

However, An Le was actually not injured, and the impact was not great.

But the holy master can let the third senior sister, who is in the twelfth realm, leave the primordial void in person and come here for his sake.

It's enough to show how much you value him.

He was the second senior brother before, but now he is the third senior sister. This importance has changed An Le's mood a lot.

Maybe, even the Saint Master didn't expect the Immortal King to attack him.

"Although the immortal kings of heaven chose to fight when the teacher and the holy demon king confronted each other, the price they should pay cannot be escaped. The main reason is that the talent of the junior brother is really evil, maybe even more evil than the senior brother... So, God Only the Immortal King can't help but make a move."

The third senior sister said with a smile, there was appreciation for Anle's talent in her words.

Although they are in the primitive void of the human world, they have also heard a lot of stories about Anle from the mouth of the holy master.

After only a short period of practice, he continued to rise, and now he has broken through to the tenth realm and two disasters, and he even survived the attack of the Immortal King.

What a terrible talent!

An Le smiled, knowing that Third Senior Sister specifically said such words to get rid of the grudges in his heart.

However, An Le really didn't care much about it.

There is another thing he cares about.

He clasped his fists and bowed, and looked at the third senior sister seriously: "I don't know if the third senior sister knows the plan of God for the world?"

"Zhao Tianyan, the son of the Great Zhao, sacrificed the fortune of the Great Zhao Kingdom, and the Emperor Zhenwu of Penglai Xiandao was reincarnated in the world. With the reincarnation as his eyes, the territory of the Great Zhao became a land of immortality..."

"There are immortals in the sky who can fall into the mortal world, smooth the flow of time between the heavens and the world, and achieve a different kind of longevity."

"This kind of planning is not a trivial matter, Saint Master... do you know?"

An Le's question made the Lingfeng become quiet all of a sudden, the quiet needle drop could be heard.

Ge Hongtu and Shangguan Qingwan's faces changed drastically. It was the first time they heard about this, so they knew the changes in the world.

As long as they think about it a little, they can figure out the terrible cause and effect contained in it.

Practitioners in the human world will be so depressed. Facing a group of immortal gods, they will not see the light at all.

The third senior sister heard An Le's words, but there was not much change in her face, not even the slightest ups and downs in her mood.

An Le stared at Third Senior Sister.

The Saint Master is very strong, An Le knows this.

Although it is said that today's Saint Master may be involved by the Saint Demon King, the plan for Ascension to the Immortal Land did not start until recently, and it should have started a long time ago.

Haven't the saints noticed it?

After all, when An Le talked with the holy master, the holy master had come to the world...

Therefore, An Le was very puzzled.

The third senior sister looked at An Le who seemed to be filled with righteous indignation, and smiled slightly.

"Little brother, do you think the teacher knows about this?"

Third Senior Sister asked back.

An Le frowned, thought for a moment, and answered, "The saint should have known about it a long time ago, right?"

"The teacher is naturally aware of it, but he doesn't want to stop it, or even... acquiesce."

"Because, if this matter is handled well, it may even... be an opportunity for the rise of cultivation in the world."

Third Senior Sister said.

When An Le heard this, her body shook slightly.

However, An Le was not stupid. After thinking for a while, there was a bright light in his eyes.

Third Senior Sister seemed to see what An Le had already guessed.

However, she did not act as a riddle, and continued to say: "The practice in the world is drying up... This is actually irreversible, and there are deeper reasons for it, which cannot be explained now. Got it."

"But there is one thing, the saint will not harm the world, nor will he sit back and watch the world encounter great evil and ignore it."

"The immortals in the heavens want to live forever in the world... and the practitioners in the world actually need the spiritual energy and spiritual energy of the gods."

"The opening of the Land of Immortal Ascension can allow the weakening human practice to find a glimmer of life."

"This matter is actually mutually beneficial and complementary."

What the third senior sister said stunned An Le, Ge Hongtu and Shangguan Qingwan for a moment.

"But..." Shangguan Qingwan seemed a little anxious, after all, they are all practitioners who have ascended from the human world, and her roots are in the human world.

"The gods of the heavens achieve longevity in the human world. If things go on like this, they will realize a leap in the level of life, and they will overwhelm practitioners in the world, and it will be difficult to breathe."

Shangguan Qingwan said.

The Third Senior Sister has deep eyes, and the aura of the twelve realms is majestic and unimaginable, and the surrounding space seems to be distorting.

She didn't answer Shangguan Qingwan's words immediately, but looked at An Le with a smile.

"Since the holy master chooses mutual benefit and complementarity, he has naturally figured out a solution. In my opinion, how should the solution be?"

This question was thrown to An Le.

Originally, An Le was in a misunderstanding, but when the third senior sister said that the holy master also knew about it, and took the opening of the Ascension to Immortal Land as an opportunity for the recovery of human practice.

It was as if a meteor swept across my heart at high speed.

His eyes are bright: "So, the saint needs someone to create a massacre in the world, kill the immortals in the Ascension Land to be terrified, and create rules to restrict the Ascension Land..."

"For example, immortals who have lived in the human world are not allowed to exceed the 500-year limit."

An Le's heart gradually boiled, and she couldn't help but speak.

All the suppressed emotions after returning from Lin'an Mansion, the land of ascension to immortality, were released at this moment.

The third senior sister smiled even more when she heard the words, her beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and Anle became more and more pleasing to her eyes, this son... really has the demeanor of their line.

"How powerful is the Zhenwu Emperor of Penglai Xiandao, and his reincarnation entered the world, how can the teacher not know?"

"Just as they want to use the time gap between the world and the gods to achieve longevity and long-term vision to break through their own limits, and use the power of time and years to grind away the bottleneck in cultivation..."

"Naturally, the holy master also intends to use the land of ascension to open up the aura of the heavens that spreads to the human world, so as to revive the practice in the world, reach the great events of the hundreds of schools of thought, and even surpass the hundred schools of thought."

"The teacher originally told you about this matter when you came to the Primordial Void Human Gate, my junior brother. Now that my junior brother has asked about it, I won't hide it from you, my senior sister, so as to save you from having a grudge in your heart."

Third Senior Sister said softly.

"However, although your analysis is correct, there are still some mistakes. The teacher has actually communicated with the source of the world and conspired, but now he just needs a strong man in the world who can suppress the Immortal Land."

"And this candidate, the teacher has actually chosen it."

Third Senior Sister's eyes fell on An Le.

An Le understood instantly.

"Originally... the teacher chose the Emperor Yuanmeng. The change of dynasties in the world and the changes in the fate of the country, the teacher will not care about it. In his eyes, there is no difference between the junior brother and the emperor Yuanmeng..."

The third senior sister looked at An Le, thought for a while, and said without hiding anything.

An Le nodded, expressing her understanding.

The position of the holy master has never been between countries, but the whole world.

"However, the birth of you, junior brother, even the teacher is full of praise, so the teacher changed his choice, thinking that you are the most important point, the point of suppressing the land of ascending immortals, junior brother."

"Just like what you said, junior brother, if you are afraid of God, the gods of God will naturally not dare to do anything in the world to live forever."

The third senior sister was full of smiles.

When An Le heard this, his heart suddenly came to a sudden realization. The boulder that had been hanging high suddenly fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces.

He couldn't help laughing: "I see."

Shangguan Qingwan and Ge Hongtu also let out a long sigh of relief. If so, it is not unacceptable...

"The eye of heaven's ascension to the immortal land is the reincarnation of the true martial emperor, and the standard of his cultivation is the standard that the gods of heaven can extradite to the world."

"The strongest person who enters the world will not surpass the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu. Once surpassed, the land of ascension to immortality will naturally collapse."

The third senior sister thought about it and said to An Le.

"So, junior brother... as long as your growth rate exceeds that of the reincarnation of the true martial emperor, the so-called immortal land... is nothing to be afraid of."

"Little brother, do you have confidence?"

The third senior sister looked at An Le with a smile in her eyes.

An Le smiled, and after settling a knot in her heart, she felt that everything was light.

To suppress the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu?

How can you not be confident?

Because he has suppressed it.

An Le smiled, the white clothes on his body fluttered without wind, his palm rested on the bamboo sword and the green hill, his eyes glistened.

"The reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu is now at the half-step original state, how many places can he rank on the Xianjiao Tablet?"

An Le asked Third Senior Sister.

"Fifth." Third Senior Sister smiled.

An Le got up, looked through the barrier, and saw the Monument of Immortal Pride.

Fighting will and heroic spirit overflowed like a golden dragon, lingering around his body.

There is a sword intent on his body, and the bamboo sword and green mountain seem to understand his intention, bursting out a brilliant sword chant.

"Then I..."

"Let's go to the top of the Xianjiao Monument."

ps: Ask for a monthly ticket, and ask for a recommendation ticket for support!

(End of this chapter)