Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 305 After drinking a cup of worldly wine, it is not in vain to walk in the world

"My sword?"

An Le was slightly stunned, and a little doubt arose in his heart because of what the ancestor Jian Jianling said.

"Which sword?"

An Le asked.

There are quite a lot of swords in his hand. Bamboo Sword Qingshan, Suzaku Sword, Soft Light Sword, these are all swords of the treasure level.

But An Le knew that the Suzaku Sword and the Soft Light Sword should not be the swords mentioned by the ancestor sword sword spirit.

The ancestral sword sword spirit is surrounded by sword energy, bathed in the power of the true age, very leisurely, and the pressure of its own sword is constantly rising.

It seems that he sneered at the question of An Le.

"Which other sword do you have?"

"Your two swords hidden in the five internal organs are not even the third-level treasure... they are suitable for sealing such a holy formation, are they worthy?"

Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit's little girl's voice carried a disdainful smile, which was a disdain for Suzaku Sword and Soft Light Sword.

In its eyes, the two most precious swords were nothing more than that.

The third-order most precious sword may still make it look good, the second-order most precious sword...

Not at all.

"Is that the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain?"

An Le took a deep breath and said.

The Bamboo Sword and Green Mountain...is his personal sword, and what Zhao Huangting passed on to him is the sword weapon that has accompanied him from being weak all the way to being powerful now, standing at the pinnacle of the world.

Maybe it doesn't have the arrogance of the most precious sword, or the sharpness of a real sword, but in An Le's heart, the meaning is greater than the sword itself.

"of course."

"Your bamboo sword is still very good. It seems that you can choose the sword master. You were chosen when you were weak."

Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit said with a smile.

For Zhujian Qingshan, it is obvious that there is no such disdain and frivolity, and there seems to be some appreciation.

"Do you want to use a bamboo sword?"

When An Le heard the news, she was still a little sad.

"This sword means a lot to me. It was a gift from an elder and inherited his will."

An Le said softly.

"Normal. Every sword cultivator has a special feeling for his sword. It's hard to give up. It's normal."

"However, the sword never passes through a generation of masters. There is no immortality in this world, only the sword can be eternal."

"The bamboo sword in your hand has gone through more than one generation of sword masters, hasn't it?"

Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit said.

"Nowadays, if you want to seal the holy rank formation, you have to sacrifice this sword. Of course, it is a sacrifice...in fact, it is not really destroying this sword. The rank of this sword is not low. Although it is not as good as mine, but It will not be easily destroyed."

"It is only used to seal the formation. This sword is needed to suppress the formation and serve as a seal."

An Le felt relieved when he heard this.

It would be better if the bamboo sword and the green mountain were destroyed. If this sword was really to be destroyed, An Le would really feel a little entangled and melancholy.

One side is the world, and the other side is the sword weapon that witnessed his growth and accompanied him from weak to strong.

Choices always present a dilemma.

However, An Le was a little curious. He knew that the bamboo sword Qingshan was very mysterious and powerful. The Saint Master once said that the origin of this sword is extraordinary.

There are thousands of tears in the mottled bamboo, ten thousand flowers in the red clouds and a hundred heavy clothes.

The material of the bamboo sword and green mountain is special, and it has been tainted with the meaning of the emperor.

But, more specifically, An Le is unknowable.

"Senior, do you know the origin of the bamboo sword in my hand? I have never seen the rank of this bamboo sword. It has a toughness that is not weaker than that of a treasure. It is very sharp, but it does not have the brilliance and breath of a treasure. "

An Le expressed his doubts and asked.

Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit were silent for a moment after hearing the words, as if they were not very willing to reveal this secret.

However, thinking of Anle's filial piety over and over again, the real power of the great way, is very conscientious.

The ancestor sword sword spirit still spoke.

"Why do I say that only by sacrificing your saber can you seal the holy rank fairy formation... Don't look at this bamboo sword is quite tattered, but it is the sword of the emperor."

"It's true that it has been stained with the meaning of the emperor, but this sword itself is unusual."

"You know that I am the Heavenly Ancestral Sword, but you know that both the Human Sword and the Underworld actually have a sword called the Ancestral Sword."

"The Human Ancestral Sword, the Nether Ancestral Sword... are slightly inferior to me in rank and are suppressed by me, but they are indeed Ancestral Swords and the like."

Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit reluctantly opened their mouths, revealing a huge secret.

"In the calendar of God, there was a turbulent war in the Three Realms ten thousand years ago. That battle...involved three swords, and the strongest of the Three Realms clashed because of this. The sword in the world collapsed with the fall of the emperor in the world, and only Broken Sword..."

"The Ancestral Sword of the Netherworld was suppressed by me following the slumber of the Lord of the Netherworld, and it will never see the light of day again."

"The bamboo sword in your hand is the remnant of the ancestral sword in the world, the sword of the emperor in the world."

"Therefore, only those who are qualified to suppress the sealing of the Holy Rank Formation can do the impossible."

The Heavenly Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit sighed endlessly.

An Le was dumbfounded when he heard that, God had lived thousands of years ago, and it was placed in the world, but it was millions of years ago...

Just thinking about it, you can feel the heavy historical atmosphere of the years.

At that time, in the world, there was actually an emperor who could hold the ancestral sword in the world, who could compete with the top powerhouses in the sky?
"The Three Realms are balanced at the beginning, and even the flow rate of the years is balanced... However, the years are long, and they will never remain the same. There will always be waves and ups and downs. The long river will also be restless, with waves breaking from time to time."

"The invasion of the holy demon is actually a key reason for breaking the balance of the Three Realms."

God Ancestral Sword said.

However, he didn't go into too much detail. Although he said that the invasion of the holy demon was the main factor that broke the balance, there must be many important secrets that are not known to the public.

"Although the bamboo sword in your hand is already a broken sword, but after finding you, the sword master, it has recovered a lot under the smudge of your breath, and there is a vague sense of the sword of the former emperor emerging."

"Even if it's just a trace of the emperor's breath, it's enough. It's more than enough to suppress a large holy formation." Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit said it very easily.

However, An Le took a deep breath and understood the difficulty.

However, he still had a doubt, and couldn't help asking: "Senior, what is the realm of the emperor...?"

Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit looked at him as if looking at a fool.

"The younger generation has very short practice and shallow qualifications. They accidentally reached the current eleventh realm. They haven't done much research on higher realms." An Le smiled awkwardly.

If Zu Jian had eyes at this moment, he would definitely roll his eyes.

Is it worth fighting with it with a sword?

"The emperor... in the sky, the twelfth realm is the immortal king, and the emperor... is those who have touched the bottleneck of the thirteenth realm in the limit field of the thirteenth realm."

"Today's Three Realms... the emperor is basically invisible."

In the girl-like voice of Zujian in the sky, there were some emotions and sighs.

When An Le heard this, her heart shook slightly.

The emperor... Only the best among the thirteen realms can be called the emperor!
According to the meaning of the sword spirit, the controllers of those top powers in the sky, such as the Lord of Heaven, Emperor Zhenwu of Penglai Xiandao, Zulong of Zulong Island... can't be called emperors!
They have not reached the end of the limit!
That holy master... is the emperor?

An Le didn't know, this question... the ancestor sword sword spirit didn't answer immediately, if he wanted to know, An Le might have to ask it himself.

But maybe not, because the ancestor sword and sword spirit said that the current Three Realms can no longer see the emperor.

"A saint...can't be called an emperor."

Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit pondered for a while, then replied.

This answer, which was not considered an answer, was somewhat of a riddle. An Le thought about it for a while, and then stopped thinking about it.

"Anle, do you still want to seal this holy formation?"

"The price is... your sword! This is the sword of the emperor. Although it is only a broken sword now, but your physique is special. One day, you can slowly revive this sword and become the real sword of the emperor. !"

"Are you still willing?"

Heavenly Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit asked in a deep voice.

The sword of the emperor, hold it, you may have the opportunity to master the real sword of the emperor in the future, overlook the world, and aspire to the top of the three worlds.

but……

If in order to save the world today and suppress the Immortal Land, then it is necessary to use this sword as a seal to seal the holy formation...

does it worth?
An Le fell silent.

Many pictures flashed before his eyes.

He thought of Lin'an, Jinguan City, and Jiangling Mansion...

Those pictures of the mountains and rivers in the world, like watching flowers on a horse, appeared in his mind one after another.

The mountains and rivers are gorgeous and very beautiful.

If you give up the human world, the future human world...maybe become a place of slavery for the Immortal Land, and the Immortal Land may feed back to the human world in a short time, making the world's aura gradually richer, but gradually the original source of the human world will be because of the Ascension Land. Because of the original intervention, it became weaker and weaker.

In the end, practice in the human world dried up again, but the place where the gods ascended to immortality became a fairyland high above, overlooking the world.

It is definitely not a good thing for God and the world to have such a bridge as the land of ascension to immortality without barriers.

An Le took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became firm.

Looking at the ancestor sword and sword spirit, he spit out a word.

"seal up!"

……

……

The sky above Lin'an City.

The swaying figure of the peach blossom tree, the tyrannical mental power, twinkling like starlight, confuses Lin'an.

Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirit was safe and sound, and was cut by An Le sword again and again, and finally he was born from the peach tree without any harm, immortal!

Peach trees, rooted in the void, connected to the entire Land of Immortal Ascension, a tyrannical formation that made one's soul tremble, just like a big curtain, which made people despair.

Saint Rank Immortal Formation!

On the tower of Lin'an City, King Kunpeng, Beihai and Donghai Longjun and other eleventh-level powerhouses all showed unwillingness in their eyes!
They didn't expect that even if An Le defeated Zhao Xianyou, he still wouldn't be able to break through the heaven's plan of ascending to the immortal land.

In order to ascend to the land of immortality, God is willing to spend a lot of trouble in arranging a holy formation!
Arranging arrays requires resources and a price, not to say that the arrangement is just arranged, God can arrange holy rank arrays for the promotion of immortality, and the resources paid are absolutely massive, and it may be enough to cultivate an immortal king!
However, such resources are only to maintain the continued development of the Immortal Land in the human world!

At this moment, all the practitioners in the world realized the importance that the practitioners of the heavens attached to the Land of Ascension to Immortals.

Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirit was almost immortal, and if he couldn't break through the holy order formation, he couldn't obliterate Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirit, and couldn't expel the land of ascension to immortality. Then this attack on Lin'an... could also be considered to have ended without a problem.

So what if Da Zhao is really wiped out?

If the Land of Ascension to Immortals is stable, more immortals from the heavens can be extradited into the human world, not to mention a big Zhao, in the future, the immortals in the heavens can support as many great Zhaos in the world as they want!

The haze is like a black cloud, covering everyone's heart.

Lu Yishan, Ye Longsheng, Li You'an and others all stared at Anle, watching the situation where Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirits were successively beheaded, but Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirits were repeatedly born from peach trees, immortal...

I don't know what An Le is thinking at the moment.

Give up...or...continue?
However, if he continued, he still couldn't kill Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirit.

And An Le's incomparably powerful sword energy before, I'm afraid he won't be able to cut a few swords.

Maybe cutting out a thousand swords can obliterate Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirit, making it impossible for him to recover, but... Can An Le's state really be able to cut out a thousand swords?
With that kind of terrifying sword energy, it is already extremely difficult to cut out a sword.

It must consume a lot of energy and energy!

suddenly.

Everyone's eyes are fixed.

When they saw An Le move, they still raised the tattered bamboo sword in their hands...

This means that An Le still has not given up, and still plans to attack Zhao Xianyou, and will not stop until he kills Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirit!
The peach blossom tree swayed in the breeze, and the petals of the peach blossoms withered, yielding peaches one after another. Inside the pink and tender peaches, each one was like a silkworm cocoon, containing a Taoist spirit.

It seems to be swearing to An Le, who is still holding the sword, that if you continue to cut, as many souls as you kill, you will be able to produce as many souls.

The Holy Rank Formation... is invincible and indestructible in the human world!

The world was silent.

Only the gentle breeze blows gently.

Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirit sat cross-legged, its brilliance shone brightly, and the primordial spirit rained continuously from behind, sweeping like a rainbow.

He looked at An Le calmly.

"Your sword is sharp, but the holy formation...can you break it?"

Zhao Xianyou opened his mouth and asked about An Le.

Although it was a question, it seemed that he was talking to An Le with a positive tone. He could be sure that although An Le's sword was extremely powerful, it could easily cut through the mighty, and it might have touched the level of the Immortal King.

However, it is absolutely impossible to break through the holy rank formation.

Touching the level of the fairy king, but not the real level of the fairy king, even if he uses the holy weapon, An Le can't fully exert the power of the holy weapon, and naturally he can't break through the formation!

So, this is a dead question.

For An Le, it is impossible to think of the answer!

Listening to Zhao Xianyou's inquiry, An Le shook his head sincerely: "It can't be broken."

This is the truth.

He really can't break through the holy rank formation, even if he has the long river of time in his hands, even if he has the ancestral sword and sword spirit...

Still can't break it.

He personally asked the ancestral sword and sword spirit, and even offered a price of [-] regiments for the power of the true age, but the ancestral sword and sword spirit still said that it couldn't be broken, so it definitely couldn't.

But... An Le didn't say the following words.

Although he can't break it, he can seal it!
In the eyes, a light suddenly emerged.

In the Dao Fruit space, a sword light seemed to gallop out from the depths of the endless dark void.

Diffuse into the bamboo sword green hills.

The dust and dust on this tattered bamboo sword was suddenly washed away, the bamboo spots disappeared, and it looked brand new, even bursting out with extreme sharpness!Swallowing sharp sword energy!

As if a sword lacked a soul, at this moment, it suddenly had a soul!
An Le knew that this was the reason why the Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit poured into the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain. At this moment, it was no longer An Le, but the Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit who controlled the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain!

"It's so dilapidated..."

The voice of the ancestor sword and sword spirit's dislike came from the green mountain of Zhujian, pouring into An Le's mind.

An Le couldn't say anything.

The bamboo sword Qingshan itself is a broken sword, but it is normal to be broken...

"But fortunately, because of your physique and the remnants of the emperor's will, you have recovered a little... Barely enough." The voice of the ancestor sword sword spirit came.

"In that case... then let's begin."

An Le took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the bamboo sword green hill, with a little reluctance.

This bamboo sword that has been with him for a long time may temporarily part with him at this moment.

An Le believed that it was temporary, and when he was cultivated enough to break through the holy rank formation, he would rely on his own strength to retrieve the bamboo sword and Qingshan!

"it is good!"

The Ancestral Sword and Sword Spirit also don't want to stay longer in the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain. After all, this is not its real body. If An Le hadn't become its sword master, it might not even be able to enter the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain.

The aura of his own ancestral sword will completely destroy and destroy the green mountains of the bamboo sword, so that this broken emperor's sword will be completely destroyed.

hum...

A dull humming sound spread from the bamboo sword.

Visible to the naked eye, the surface of the bamboo sword seems to be densely packed with vibrations, causing waves to ripple in the space!

Between the sky and the earth, dense sword energy was born. At this moment, the green mountain of the bamboo sword held by An Le seemed to become a bright star, blooming with extremely dazzling light!

The radiance became more and more intense, and in the end even the strong of the eleventh realm could hardly look directly at the brilliance, so they couldn't help but shift their eyes and turn their heads away!
Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirit was under the peach tree, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, and was sheltered by the holy order formation. He didn't think that Anle could break the formation.

It is precisely because of his confidence in the holy order formation that he is able to handle it with ease.

"An Le, give up, you can't break the formation, and you can't hinder the existence of the Immortal Land in the world."

Zhao Xianyou looked at An Le who still didn't give up and seemed to be about to strike with a sword, and couldn't help sighing.

Why is this person so stubborn? !

"I promise you, the land of immortality is in the human world, and the practitioners of the heavens are in the world. They will not interfere too much with the affairs of the world, will not interfere with the change of dynasties, and will not interfere with the practice of human practitioners..."

Zhao Xianyou said in a deep voice.

At this moment, he was representing Emperor Zhenwu, so what he said naturally carried weight.

This can be regarded as Zhao Xianyou's resignation.

But in fact, Zhao Xianyou didn't care about these conditions. He needed the land of ascension to be opened in the world to realize the alternative longevity of the practitioners in the heavens.

Longevity is the key, and everything else is not important to Shengxian Land.

An Le shook her head: "You know, this is not the biggest influence of Immortal Land on the human world..."

"It's the impact on the origin of the human world. Ascension to the Immortal Land exists in the human world, and it will restore the practice of the world in a short period of time. However, as time goes by, the origin of the heavens contained in the Ascension to the Immortal Land will absorb the power of the origin of the world... "

An Le's words are like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.

Whether or not the Immortal Land is opened.

It's about...not just the future of practitioners in the world, but also about the rise and fall of the origin of a world!

Zhao Xianyou did not refute, because this is something that could actually happen.

As An Le stepped into the realm of the source, he saw more and more things, and understood more and more about the source.

"You shouldn't be concerned about these things. The Saint Master will certainly care...Nowadays, the opening of the Immortal Ascension Land, at least...can quickly help the recovery of human practice. This point...even the Saint Master tacitly approves."

Zhao Xianyou's eyes were burning, he looked directly at the dazzling sword light, as if he saw An Le holding the sword, and said solemnly.

An Le slowly raised the sword. At this moment, he only felt that the bamboo sword in his hand, which was supposed to be controlled like an arm, became extremely heavy. Waving the sword was like waving a mountain.

"The holy master has the idea of ​​a holy master, but I... also have my persistence."

An Le said softly.

Zhao Xianyou was stunned.

Unexpectedly, from An Le's mouth, such a statement would be heard.

For a moment, Zhao Xianyou couldn't help feeling a little throbbing. He found... An Le had no fear, and he had no fear of anyone.

Even the holy master, who is known as the last guardian of the world, has no fear, and has his own persistence and philosophy.

Zhao Xianyou shook his head. It has to be said that his appreciation for An Le became stronger and stronger.

It's a pity that An Le is a practitioner in the world. If An Le is a practitioner of Penglai Xiandao, he is even willing to exhaust the resources of Penglai Xiandao to support Anle.

"You can't break the holy order formation, how can you persist?"

Zhao Xianyou sighed.

Endless sword light, as bright as a scorching sun, An Le held the bamboo sword Qingshan, gently let go of his hand, pushed his palm on the hilt, and suddenly the scorching sun of the bamboo sword Qingshan floated towards the Peach Blossom Courtyard ...

A terrible sword.

At this moment, even Zhao Xianyou couldn't help trembling, feeling great terror.

It seems that this sword contains the power enough to destroy the world, enough to burn the entire Penglai Xiandao!

This power... made Zhao Xianyou, an extremely strong man, shaken.

"The power of the emperor?"

Zhao Xianyou narrowed his eyes.

Carefully staring at the bamboo sword that was out of Anle's grasp and slowly drifting towards the peach blossom courtyard...

"The sword of the emperor? The sword of the emperor in the world?"

Zhao Xianyou took a deep breath.

The Ancestral Sword of Heaven, the Ancestral Sword of the Human World, and the Ancestral Sword of the Underworld...there are three Ancestral Swords in the Three Realms. For ordinary practitioners, it is naturally difficult to know the secrets, but how can they not know the reincarnation of an extremely strong man like Zhao Xianyou?
"That tattered bamboo sword in An Le's hand... is actually the ancestral sword in the world?"

"No...according to the ancient records, the ancestral sword in the human world has long been destroyed. The tattered bamboo sword in An Le's hand cannot be the real ancestral sword in the human world. It is probably... just a broken sword!"

"This emperor's aura, perhaps... is just a trace of the emperor's meaning left in the broken sword!"

"It's a bluff!"

Zhao Xianyou gradually became more determined.

Even with such power, it can kill him, but it can't prevent him from resurrecting. If his primordial spirit is not destroyed, the land of ascension to immortality will not be broken!

However, Zhao Xianyou suddenly trembled.

His eyes narrowed, as if he had thought of something.

He raised his head abruptly, looked past the bamboo sword, and saw Anle standing quietly behind the sword, Shengxue in white.

An Le sat cross-legged in the air, and in the Niwan palace between her eyebrows, there was a divine light emerging, as if there was a long river of soul rushing.

Then, a primordial spirit jumped out of it.

A flash of sword light shot out from the bamboo sword, swept across An Le's soul, and cut off a ray of soul, and An Le's beheaded soul merged into the bamboo sword.

An Le raised his palms up, palms overlapping and parallel.

Slowly open and close up and down, and push forward.

Immediately, one bamboo sword becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight...

Finally, densely packed, covered with peach blossoms!
buzzing...

With the tip of the sword facing down, every corner of the void was blocked!
Zhao Xianyou raised his head, the hair of his primordial spirit was flying, and the loose clothes on his body kept flying under the fierce sword energy.

He took a deep breath...

This posture...

It seems that they are setting up formations!
An Le's posture is not trying to break the formation at all!

Instead, it is going to be sealed!

Planning to seal the Saint Rank Immortal Formation!

"The meaning of the emperor... the ancestral sword in the world..."

"It is indeed qualified to seal the holy formation!"

Zhao Xianyou's heart skipped a beat, thinking of Anle's purpose, but...he was powerless to stop it.

boom! ! !
Suddenly, a majestic will emanated from every bamboo sword and green mountain, and finally, over the Peach Blossom Courtyard, it condensed into a gigantic phantom that looked like a giant.

That is the phantom of the emperor!
The emperor who once ruled the world!
Although it was just a lingering breath of the emperor after a long time.

However, in the present world, it seems that the entire world of the world has been revived.

An Le's complexion was pale, and the price he paid for sealing the holy formation was not insignificant!

Paying the price of Zhujian Qingshan, Qingshan is his saber, connected with his mind, sealing the holy rank formation, it is impossible for An Le not to let go of the primordial power that controls Zhujian Qingshan, so he wants to cut off the primordial spirit...

At this moment, the pale An Le opened his eyes wide, staring intently at the meaning of the emperor extracted from the bamboo sword and green mountain.

That towering figure, although it was only a glimpse of will and aura, was so powerful that it was unimaginable.

As if in a single thought, the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers, and everything in the world are moved by it!

He is the real master of the world!
Euthanasia stares, not out of awe...

But because of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

He stared at the incomparably huge phantom, and on it... saw a ray of purple-gold age.

The air of the years was precarious and incomparably thick.

An Le's traumatized mind is pulling her with all her strength, wanting to absorb this ray of purple-gold age from the emperor's body!
This is not an easy task!
The primordial spirit was injured, coupled with the powerful aura of the emperor.

It is not easy for An Le to draw this ray of purple-gold age.

Fortunately, this is just a wisp of the emperor's will remaining in the bamboo sword, An Le finally managed to pull the purple-gold time energy from the phantom, and incorporated it into the Dao Fruit space.

In an instant, the space of Dao Fruit was full of purple!

A trace of blood dripped from the corner of Anle's lips.

However, there was a hearty smile on his face.

The spirit of time absorbed by the emperor...maybe let him see another glorious era in the world!

the other side.

The phantom of the emperor appeared, and countless swords overlapped and turned into an incomparably huge and simple sword. The emperor held the sword, and the tip of the sword touched the ground.

Stab it with a bang!

boom!
Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirit was shocked, and the blood of the primordial spirit sprayed from his mouth and nose, and his heart was horrified!
"No, the Immortal Land cannot be destroyed like this!"

"The plans related to God must not be destroyed like this!"

A deep, powerful, and majestic brilliance of will appeared in Zhao Xianyou's eyes.

That is the will of Penglai Xiandao Zhenwu Emperor's main body is about to come, completely occupying the primordial spirit, and then resisting and destroying this emperor's will, destroying Anle's seal on the holy formation!

An Le's complexion changed slightly.

He raised his head, and could see the vortex behind the Ascension to Immortal Land constantly turning, hooking up with the heavens, as if there was a terrifying existence, wanting to cross over to come!

An Le took a deep breath, he had no cards left.

If Emperor Zhenwu really intervenes across the border, perhaps the plan to seal the Immortal Land will really fail.

Suddenly, the vortex that linked to the heavens behind the Ascension to Immortals dissipated abruptly.

An Le was startled, and suddenly looked in Zhao Xianyou's direction.

However, Zhao Xianyou covered his cheeks, raised his head suddenly, and his hair was flying.

"You dare to influence me at this time?!"

Zhao Xianyou growled.

And behind Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirit, an ethereal, not very powerful phantom of primordial spirit appeared, smiling.

An Le's complexion suddenly became complicated.

"Zhao Jiu."

Zhao Jiu, who once drank a pot of old rice wine with him.

"What's not to dare?"

"I've been waiting for this opportunity."

Zhao Jiu didn't pay attention to Zhao Xianyou any more, his clothes were fluttering, his skirts were open, his hair was hanging down, full of bohemianism, just like when they first met.

With a smile on his lips, he looked at An Le, cupped his fists and bowed: "Brother An, long time no see."

An Le also stood up, clasped his fists and saluted in return: "Brother Zhao Jiu."

The world is calm and silent, only the scene of two people bowing to each other and holding a ceremony, seems to be engraved in history and engraved in the years.

"Zhao Xianyou wants to use his primordial spirit as a guide to attract Zhenwu to come across the border and break Brother An's sealing technique."

"However, I separated from his primordial spirit, which made his primordial spirit incomplete. Zhao Xianyou couldn't be a guide, and Emperor Zun couldn't come across the boundary for the time being."

"Brother An's sealing technique can be performed with confidence."

Zhao Jiu said with a smile, unrestrained and unrestrained.

"You're crazy! If you break away from the primordial spirit, you'll be a solitary soul without an owner. You will eventually flow into the nether world and fall into the nether world forever.

Zhao Xianyou's primordial spirit was beheaded, and at this moment he looked at Zhao Jiu coldly in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Zhao Jiu, who had been suppressed for so long, would launch an attack at this moment.

He thought that Zhao Jiu had already accepted his fate, and in the end his will was completely wiped out, and he merged with his soul.

Zhao Jiu did not answer Zhao Xianyou.

Just looking at An Le: "He made a gesture of drinking."

"After drinking cups of worldly wine and being tainted with the smoke and fire of the world, I, Zhao Jiu, am finally a guest in the world!"

"It's worth walking around the world."

"This can be regarded as the insignificant Zhao Jiu, passing through the gap, doing something for the world."

After Zhao Jiu finished speaking, he burst out laughing.

His body became more and more blurred.

But he smiled freely and reassuringly.

An Le seemed to see in him the appearance of the once chic and unrestrained cyclist in the world of mortals.

An Le heard the words, and smiled naturally: "Don't worry, Brother Zhao Jiu, no matter how deep the gloom is, I will go and bring back Brother Jiu one day. There are countless wines in the world, and you and I will drink them one by one."

Zhao Jiu's hair fluttered, he smiled freely, turned around, and his body disappeared.

Only the sound of laughter echoed in the world.

"Random."

Recklessly.

If there is a destiny, you and I will drink again.

This is what Zhao Jiu meant.

An Le's eyes sparkled, and she made a bow to see off her friend.

at the same time.

The bamboo sword and the green mountain crashed down, cutting into the peach blossom courtyard, and the peach blossoms were cut off, constantly changing between destruction and rebirth.

The entire Immortal Land roared, and the huge formation was in motion, trying to break free from the seal.

But in the end, under the control of the will of the emperor and the sword spirit of the ancestral sword, he finally restrained his breath slowly.

The scope of Ascending Immortal Land began to converge, and then converge...

At last.

It turned into a falling star, just like Zhao Xianyou's deep eyes, falling into the Feihu Mountain and diffuse into the mountainside.

A tattered bamboo sword dangled down.

Inserted on the top of Feihu Mountain, the sword body swayed in the wind.

Slowly, being entangled by sword energy and immortal energy...

The shadow of the sword gradually blurred.

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(End of this chapter)