Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 311 The sword and bell bury the meaning of the sword like spirit

On the bank of Jianchi Lake, the frost grass swayed and the breeze was gentle.

The blowing wind seemed to shatter the glass, causing layers of folds to appear on the mirror-like surface of the lake.

The old sword master and An Le strolled by the lake, bathed in the cool breeze, the world was quiet, there were gulls and herons flying and singing.

The issue of Anle, for the old sword master, is actually a bit super-class, the third-order spiritual river... This is a field and realm that the old sword master can hardly touch.

The old sword master was obsessed with swords, and his cultivation was not very high on the spiritual level. He belonged to a single-level breakthrough. He only reached the tenth level with his body training, and now he broke through the eleventh level with his body training.

Although the mental strength is not high, but as a swordsman, he has an extremely strong sharpness.

Jianxiu has a pure mind and a pure heart, as simple as a sword, straight and straight, and has extremely powerful restraint ability in the face of demons and monsters.

In short, although sword cultivators don't cultivate their minds, their minds are purer.

The old Juggernaut carried the Chengying Sword on his waist. A real swordsman likes to wear his own sword with him, instead of putting it in the space magic weapon and taking it out when fighting.

For example, An Le likes to wear the bamboo sword Qingshan, the old sword master likes to wear Chengying, and Li Youan likes to wear Qianbaidu. This is the commonality of sword cultivators.

Of course, Wang Yansheng's long river is not often worn because it is integrated into the arm bone, but the concept is the same.

"My lord, do you want to seek the power to break the river of the third-order soul?"

The old sword master said.

"This matter, the old man really can't put forward any opinions. After all... the old man's mind is not very strong. If he proposes it forcefully, it will feel a little ridiculous."

"However, although sword cultivators don't cultivate their minds, in fact, every sword cultivator's mind is very tough, and it is not easy to be killed or affected... Maybe this is also a kind of mind."

The old sword master looked at An Le, with complex emotions in his eyes, and said involuntarily.

Before he knew it, An Le had grown to the point where he couldn't even point him out.

Once upon a time, the young man Zhao Huangting brought to Jianchi Palace was a little guy who would fight against the coercion of Jianzhong, but now he has reached the third level of the spiritual river, and he wants to hit the level of the spiritual realm that he can hardly imagine.

An Le broke down a frost grass, the frost grass was sharp, and seemed to swallow sword energy. Hearing the words of the old sword master, there was a hint of approval in his eyes: "The sword repair is indeed determined, and the will of the sword repair is actually reflected in the sword. In the weapon, even a weak sword cultivator will affect the sword in his hand."

"This is also the reason why Jianzhong was born."

"Jian Zhong buried the sword, but in fact, what was buried... was the will of the sword cultivator, his obsession with the sword."

An Le looked at the Jianzhong sitting on the stone platform. Around the Jianzhong, disciples of Jianchi Palace sat cross-legged, comprehending and comprehending.

The old sword master was stunned, and smiled: "Young master is right, maybe... Jianzhong can give you some help on the spiritual level."

Regarding the sword bell, the old sword master actually didn't know much about it. After all, the sword bell existed for a long time, and it was the place where countless sword masters buried their sword weapons before their fall.

The meaning is very unusual, all kinds of sword intents are mixed, and may have different meanings at the spiritual level.

An Le looked at Jianzhong and nodded.

The two then walked towards Jianzhong.

Many Jianchi Palace disciples who sat cross-legged around Jianzhong heard the sound of footsteps and couldn't help opening their eyes from the state of practice. When they saw the old Sword Master and An Le, each disciple was surprised and excited.

Whether it is An Le or the old sword master, they are all legends in Jianchi Palace now.

One is the ancestor of Jianchi Palace, and the other is the peerless arrogance who has repeatedly created miracles and is now famous all over the world, destroying the three kingdoms of Dali, Daliang and Dazhao.

Who can't be excited?
An Le walked up to Jianzhong High Platform slowly, under the attention of all the people.

The old sword master was dressed in sackcloth, with flying white hair, and a bright smile on his face, looking forward to it.

However, he didn't expect too much. Although Jianzhong is good, it is a bit difficult for the old sword master to say that he can help Anle break through the shackles of the third-order spiritual river and step into a higher level.

The sword bell is the same as before, the surface is uneven, as if countless sword weapons were scorched black and cast on it, and even the traces left by the melting and casting of sword weapons can be vaguely seen.

An Le's current physique is the Saint Physique of the Sword Ancestor, which is even more sublime than the previous Kendo physique. He can easily resonate with the sword, and even the ancestor sword spirit is fascinated by it.

How can Jianzhong be free from vulgarity?

As soon as An Le approached, the sword bell made a muffled sound, and the bell waves spread out, constantly vibrating, and resounding endlessly.

Every bell contains the understanding of the sword, which is the understanding of the sword intent of many sword cultivators who buried the sword in the sword bell. Now it spreads with the bell wave, and many disciples of Jianchi Palace feel like they have obtained a treasure , Sit cross-legged seriously, and enter the stage of comprehension.

From these bell waves, one can gain a lot of understanding of the way of swordsmanship, which is of great help to one's own cultivation.

The chime of Jianzhong was mighty, like a boulder thrown into a quiet lake, causing an uproar.

In a short time, the surroundings of Jianzhong were full of disciples from Jianchi Palace.

Their eyes fell on the young man in white who stood on the sword bell tower and reached out to touch the sword bell.

The young man wore a black long sword on his waist, unrestrained and unrestrained, like a noble son, but also like a refined scholar.

After hearing the news, a strong man also rushed over.

Wang Yansheng who had just left, Su Muzhe, the lord of the palace, Wan Juliu, and other nine-level powerhouses in Jianchi Palace.

Many master swordsmiths rushed over shirtless, with burning eyes, feeling the sword intent in Zhong Bozhong. This sword intent was also of great help to their sword casting.

"Teacher, what is this, my lord?"

Su Muzhe has now stepped into the ten realms. In the Sword Palace between the eyebrows, there are sword weapons hanging all over, clanging, the whole is like a peerless sword furnace, with a very special temperament.

Wang Yansheng was also extremely curious: "Master, have you resonated with Jianzhong before? With the current state of your master, Jianzhong's help to you... should be very little."

The old sword master nodded, but shook his head again: "Young Master is stuck at a bottleneck in the spiritual level, and needs some inferences. The sword clock contains the sword intent melted and cast by countless sword repairers after the fall of the sword, and it may have some special meaning. Among them, there will be miraculous effects."

"Spiritual transformation? The young master should go to Ganye Temple." Wang Yansheng said.

The old sword sage took a look at Wang Yansheng: "Young master, the river of soul has stepped into the third level, and the heart sword repaired in Ganye Temple, the highest level is only second level, so it can't help you much."

Wang Yansheng: "..."

Take a breath.

Third-order soul...

Why is the son so awesome?

Suddenly, he was pretended by the young master, like him, Wang Yansheng, who may have stepped into the tenth realm at the mental level, but strictly speaking, he is only the first step into the first level.

Only the ten realms can condense the first-order spiritual power.

And An Le actually created a third-order spiritual river directly...

It is simply a monster among monsters, incomparable.

No wonder An Le's combat strength is so strong, not only because of his physical strength, but also his mind is equally terrifying. Only in this way can he control the extremely powerful physical body and not get lost in power.

Boom boom boom!
The sound of the sword bell is rising steadily!
It almost pierced through the clouds, shattered the clouds, and the sound wave spread, sweeping the entire Jinguan City.

The entire Jianchi Lake fell into silence, only the sound of Zhong Bo spreading.

Everyone looked devoutly and fanatically at the figure beside the sword bell. The figure closed its eyes, its white clothes were flying, and its palms were resting on the sword bell. On the entire sword bell, there seemed to be one after another sword shadows, densely packed Yes, like rain swords falling from the sky, densely interweaving the sky!
Very gorgeous, very eye-catching!
Anle's white clothes fluttered and danced under the strong wind, her black hair was vigorous, her eyes were closed, and the Niwan palace between her brows was shining brightly, as if there was a rainbow contained in it, constantly beating.

His mind jumped at this moment, entangled like threads, connecting with every sword shadow floating above the sword bell.

In Anle's telepathy, at this moment, every sword shadow contains changing fragments of the picture, which are the memories carried by the sword that once grew up with the sword master, or practiced together, or wandered together. picture.

This sword shadow gave An Le a unique and strange feeling.

Every sword shadow is like a ray of time.

Of course, it is different from the normal Qi of Time, and cannot condense the Dao Fruit of Time, but... it contains the images of thoughts left on the spiritual level

This is of course of great benefit to An Le.

To be honest, there was a little surprise, after all, An Le had never thought that Jianzhong could bring such benefits before.

Can be helpful on the spiritual level.

The sword shadows in the sky flickered and roared, like a distorted picture formed by the sudden rotation of the stars in the night sky, it was very strange.

The disciples of Jianchi Palace couldn't see this scene, but they could feel that the entire Jianchi Palace seemed to be full of sword intent. If these sword intents could be comprehended by them, it would be of great benefit to their practice.

Of course, not everyone can't see the...

The old sword sage linen was hunting in the wind, his eyes widened slightly, the eleventh-level powerhouse had condensed his origin, and had long since had the ability to sense the world.

Neither Su Muzhe nor Wang Yansheng could see these sword shadows clearly, but the old sword master did.

Unbelievable was written all over his face.

The Chengying sword at his waist trembled uncontrollably, and the sword intent contained in it flowed like water.

The sword intent of a swordsman... is actually a kind of spiritual power!
At this moment, the old sword master had some understanding.

It turns out that the sword cultivator does not cultivate the mind, but because the sword cultivator's own mind is very tyrannical.

The old sword master realized something, and sat down cross-legged, surrounded by sword intents floating up and down, and he was also trying to capture the sword intent floating between heaven and earth to strengthen his own mind.

……

……

An Le did feel that this overwhelming sword intent really resembled the spirit of time.

The sword intent contained in it all records the high-spirited picture of Jianxiu holding the sword during his lifetime.

An Le crossed her legs on the sword bell tower, closed her eyes, her mind was like a tide, she raised her hand, tapped the void, and tapped on the sword shadows.

The sword shadow that was touched suddenly dispersed like a blue mist, and then reflected the heart on the screen.

Straight to the soul.

Click on this sword intent, and the screen is turbulent.

There was a young swordsman walking around the rivers and lakes. Seeing the rough road, he drew his sword to help each other. He was high-spirited and slashed evil spirits. He was alone and killed a group of bandits with one sword, and his blood flowed like a river.

There is a young swordsman who was proud of himself, but was defeated by a powerful enemy. He lost his arm holding the sword. He had to practice sword with one arm, and lived in seclusion in the mountains.

There is a swordsman holding a dagger, standing on the top of the mountain, saying goodbye to his friends, going straight to the capital alone, assassinating the faint king, and never returning.

……

One after another pictures, scenes of smoke and clouds.

Like a white horse passing through the gap, like quicksand at the fingertips, reflected in An Le's heart, all kinds of emotions related to the swordsman, and the artistic conception related to the swordsman, are all presented.

Every swordsman has his own obsession and sword intent. Although they die, their intent is integrated into the sword that accompanied them and buried with the sword.

All these intentions were hidden in the sword bell, and until today, they were inspired by Anle.

Perhaps these intentions are not strong, the quality of those cast swords is not high, and even the swordsman's cultivation base is not strong.

However, the point is not these, but the will they left behind, which is a kind of spiritual power. When these powers gather together, they actually have extremely extraordinary effects.

Mental space.

Anle's primordial spirit sits upright, with a thousand zhang rays of light rising from behind, and the long river of soul flows slowly in it, echoing the long river of time, and as Anle looks up and down on the sword shadow, there are star-like brilliance one after another, from the mind space Falling down quickly, overflowing into the long river of the soul.

Slowly, in the long river of mind, it gathered into a huge bell shadow.

The bell shadow is exactly the same as the sword bell, but it is just a phantom, and it is the presentation of sword intent!

However, at this moment, because there is too little sword intent flowing into the long river of the soul, the phantom of the sword bell is relatively thin, as if it is about to disperse at any time.

How many swords are buried in the sword bell, and each sword is a sword with a story. Their stories contain the sword intention of the sword master himself. These sword intentions are fermented and buried in the sword bell, and slowly make the sword The clock has undergone a considerable transformation.

An Le admitted that he underestimated Jianzhong.

As a third-tier treasure, An Le didn't even feel that Jianzhong was much weaker than the Void Armor he was wearing.

But now, he understands... Jianzhong is not an ordinary third-order treasure, but a top-level magic weapon similar to the soul treasure.

The soul treasure... is extremely precious. Although the third-order soul treasure is not as good as the holy weapon, it is enough to be said to be the top among the treasures.

The river of soul is growing, which makes An Le a little happy. Maybe he can indeed use this sword bell to push the river of soul into the holy rank.

However, this growing process was not fast, which made An Le frown slightly.

In Jianchi Palace.

It was quiet, and everyone sat cross-legged on the ground, enjoying this carnival feast of sword intent.

It can indeed be said that it is a feast, and the sword intent is intertwined. For the sword cultivator, how happy it is. Almost all the disciples of Jianchi Palace are practicing swordsmanship, and they all belong to the sword cultivator. A sword cultivator who comprehends the intent of the sword is a world of difference.

Not only the difference in combat power, but also the difference in cultivation speed.

But now, everyone has the opportunity to capture and comprehend the sword intent, which is naturally called a feast!

Even Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe sat cross-legged and practiced seriously.

Unknowingly, five days passed in a flash.

The sword bell was constantly roaring, and the bell wave from the explosion spread out, covering the entire Jinguan City, and even spread to the surroundings, even Dali City and Jiangling City could hear the sound of the bell wave...

When the morning light of the fifth day broke through the clouds, it fell.

An Le slowly opened his eyes.

In the pupils of the eyes, there seemed to be endless images flickering in an instant.

That was the picture left after he observed many spiritual sword intents. Soon, his eyes became clear, and his eyes looked very soft when looking at Jianzhong.

Everyone around was already awake, and opened their eyes one after another, looking at An Le beside Jianzhong, their faces were full of respect and fanaticism.

Su Muzhe, Wang Yansheng, Wan Jieliu, and the old Sword Master and other experts in Jianchi Palace also woke up from the state of enlightenment.

Comprehending the sword intent is a fleeting inspiration, and five days is enough for them to complete the comprehension.

The aura of the old sword master was even deeper. He had just stepped into the eleventh realm, and he seemed to have become much more stable.
Wang Yansheng's body is also full of sword intent. He has just stepped into the tenth realm and three disasters realm, and he even has the urge to attack the eleventh realm...

Of course, Wang Yansheng knew very well that this was just his illusion.

If he really hits the eleventh level, he is afraid... he will fail, and his state will be damaged at that time, but it will be too much of a disadvantage.

"Son."

When they saw An Le opened his eyes and stood up.

Everyone clasped their fists and saluted respectfully.

An Le looked at them, nodded with a smile, his eyes swept across, shining brightly.

"It seems that you all have a good harvest...very good."

Anle smiled.

The old sword master looked at An Le, and he could feel an extremely majestic spiritual power from An Le's eyebrows.

My heart was shaking, and I couldn't help showing joy: "Young master, did you gain something?"

An Le didn't hide it: "The harvest is good. I didn't expect Jianzhong to be the treasure of the soul...it was of great help to me. Unfortunately, it takes time to refine the many sword intents in Jianzhong's burial sword." things."

He sighed slightly, but An Le was already very satisfied.

The breakthrough of the mind is not an easy task, and it is already excellent to be able to achieve the current results.

Moreover, it is not that there is no chance of breakthrough now, as long as the sword bell is completely refined... perhaps, the threshold of the spiritual river of the holy rank can really be touched.

"It's good to have something to gain, and it's a blessing for me to help you." The old sword master stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

The stronger An Le is, the more stable the Sword Pool Palace... will naturally be.

Jianchi Palace has long been tied to Anle.

As long as there is no accident in An Le, in the world... the status of Jianchi Palace will be extremely lofty, and even be able to reach the top of the world's number one power.

"Palace Master, can you let me take away the sword bell for a while, and return the sword bell after I have completed my mental transformation."

An Le looked at Su Muzhe, clasped his fists and said.

The significance of Jianzhong to Jianchi Palace is too great. If Anle wants to take it away, he must obtain the consent of the other party. Now that the master of Jianchi Palace is Su Muzhe, Anle naturally wants to ask.

"My son's words are wrong. If Jianzhong can help you, it doesn't matter if you refine him."

"The relationship between Jianzhong and Jianchi Palace is actually not complicated. Jianzhong does not belong to Jianchi Palace. It is just that sword repairers buried swords in Jianchi Palace in the past dynasties to form Jianzhong."

Su Muzhe said seriously.

Even for Zhao Huangting's sake, Su Muzhe was willing to give Jianzhong to An Le.

An Le smiled, cupped his fists again, and looked at the old sword master and Wang Yansheng.

The two also had no objection. The old sword master was full of smiles, and the gift of the sword bell to An Le was equivalent to making the relationship between Jianchi Palace and An Le closer. How could the old sword master have any objections?
Moreover, this time, the disciples of Jianchi Palace have gained a lot, and they can't learn anything from the sword bell in a short period of time.

"Then thank you all."

An Le solemnly performed the ceremony.

The crowd reciprocates.

Then An Le looked at Jianzhong beside him, raised his hand, and patted it lightly.

The sword bell sent out a bell wave vibration, and then it turned into a long sword light and a long rainbow, and diffused into An Le's Meixin Niwan Palace.

An Le felt the sword bell suspended in the long river of mind, felt the sword spirit of the mind spreading around the sword bell, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips.

After saying goodbye to everyone, he left Jianchi Palace.

Came to the tavern again, drank two jugs of old rice wine, and then returned to the Seventh Mountain.

After staying on the Seventh Mountain for a day, I didn't do too many movements, or even practice. I just relied on the power of my mind to refine the sword spirit of Jianzhong and enhance the power of the river of mind.

However, the effect is not good, and the speed is not as fast as expected.

An Le thought of beating the strengths of all the families, so she left Seventh Mountain.

He floated to Ganye Temple.

In Ganye Temple, the six-eared macaque is guarding the gate and taking a nap.

When An Le appeared, the six-eared macaque opened its eyes suddenly. Now that the six-eared macaque is getting closer and closer to the eleventh realm, the recovery of the world's cultivation will greatly improve the spirit beasts of the world.

An Le brought old rice wine and drank with the six-eared macaques. One man and one ape sat in the forest, found a piece of bluestone, brushed away the dust and fallen leaves, sat and drank, and chatted freely.

An Le expressed his confusion about the spiritual level.

The six-eared macaque took a sip of the old rice wine, squinted its eyes, and its fluff fluttered in the breeze.

"Good boy, you actually transformed the heart sword into the river of the soul, and raised the river of the soul to the third level... This is unprecedented in the records of Ganye Temple."

"The third-order spiritual river is already the limit of my understanding of the old ape."

"It's powerless to want to help you."

The six-eared macaque sighed.

An Le didn't find it strange when he heard the words. Although the Ganye Temple spread the method of condensing the Heart Sword, An Le had already practiced the method of the Heart Sword to the extreme.

"But... Mr. An, I have a suggestion, Old Ape."

"Although Ganye Temple does not have the method to condense the third-order mind, the old ape knows where there is a method to break through."

The six-eared macaque squinted and said mysteriously.

An Le was suddenly curious and asked with great interest.

"The Buddha's Land Spirit Mountain among the top forces in the sky... there must be a way for the soul to break into the holy rank. Isn't the young master able to set foot in the sky? Maybe you can go to the Buddha's Land Spirit Mountain."

The six-eared macaque thought for a while and said.

"However, Fotu Lingshan is also an unusual place. Young master going now... I'm afraid it will be a bit dangerous. The old ape has a token here, which can help young master."

"Let's just treat it as...Young master invites me to drink this meal of wine in return."

The old ape raised the flagon in his hand.

When An Le heard this, she cupped her fists and thanked her immediately.

The old ape took out an embroidery needle from his ear, flicked his fingers, and the embroidery needle spun and floated towards Anle, who was caught by Anle's raised hand.

"This divine needle is the token that the old ape gave to the young master. If the young master goes to the Buddha's Land Spirit Mountain, he can use this token to find opportunities to break the spiritual realm."

An Le took the magic needle, a small magic needle, it was incomparably heavy...

This made Anle frowned.

"Fotu Lingshan... There is a place of spiritual treasure called Buddha Sea. If you want to seek a spiritual breakthrough, my son, entering Buddha Sea is a good choice."

said the six-eared macaque.

An Le couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, Fohai?

Is it reliable?
An Le doesn't know, the six-eared macaque may have good intentions, but for An Le, the current God is very dangerous.

Don't say that Emperor Zhenwu of Penglai Xiandao, or other top power controllers, are all concerned about An Le.

After all, An Le broke the plan of Ascension to Immortal Land and had a great influence on God's plan.

Anle's entry into heaven now is not the same as a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

However, I also imagined that in the human world, it would be very difficult to find a chance to break the holy rank.

After thanking the six-eared macaque, An Le put away the magic needle, but he still chose to believe in it.

Afterwards, they visited the three masters Lingzhu, Xuanzhu and Suzhu, and met Mrs. Hua. When old friends met, they naturally chatted for a while.

Mrs. Hua's cultivation base has also reached a bottleneck. With the help of many resources, she has reached the perfection of the Ninth Realm. Perhaps she will take advantage of the recovery of the world's practice to break through to the Tenth Realm as soon as possible.

After chatting, An Le bid farewell to the old friends of Ganye Temple. The source of space was surging, and he strolled between the world and the earth like a leisurely stroll in the garden, unrestrained and unrestrained.

Afterwards, An Le went to Xiliang City, entered the academy, and met his master Wang Banshan. Besides Wang Banshan, he also saw a familiar figure, which was the senior master Zhu Huoxi.

"Goodbye, the young master is no longer a thing in the pool. He steps on the wind and clouds to transform into a dragon. This old man admires him."

Zhu Huoxi looked at An Le with a complicated expression, both amazed and nostalgic for the magic of the years.

Wang Banshan, Zhu Huoxi, and An Le strolled together in the academy built in Xiliang City, among the fragrance of books, and saw scholars holding books and studying hard in the academy.

Many of these scholars are not practitioners, they just have a heart to study, they don't know what to do after they have read enough books and done enough knowledge, but their purpose is to study and study .

Compared with those scholars who used to be in Lin'an Academy of Arts, I have a more pure heart.

Their knowledge is pure and unblemished, their hearts pure and undefiled.

After the two masters heard about Anle's confusion, they were surprised at first, and then they looked at each other, smiled at each other, and brought Anle to the Wenqu stele.

"I don't quite understand the breaking of the soul. After all, we are not Confucian saints, and we have never been like a saint whose spiritual realm is as deep as the vast sea."

"But we know that reading may improve the spiritual level, until the leap."

The arguments of the two masters were surprisingly consistent, which gave An Le a lot of inspiration.

The Wenqu stele is located in the Xiliang City Academy. The stele is erected, and the sun is covered by the Wenqu stele. On the dark stele, there is a faint flow of grandeur.

An Le came to the Wenqu Stele, but this time, the feeling was completely different from before.

In today's spiritual realm, An Le didn't feel any obstacles at all.

"My lord, the Wenqu stele... is the Confucian treasure of all schools of thought. It is a third-tier treasure, which is different from ordinary treasures...Young master, you can remember Pang Ji. Fight to the death, and swear to protect the last dignity of the scholars of Dazhao."

"Your Majesty, you should know that the Emperor Yuanmeng at that time was already in the eleventh realm, while Pang Ji...has only entered the tenth realm for the first time. The gap between the two is like a moat."

"But in that battle, Pang Ji injured Emperor Yuanmeng...Do you know why, my lord?"

An Le fell silent when he heard the words. During that battle, Pang Ji borrowed three feet of Hao Ran from scholars all over the world, and An Le personally escorted Hao Ran away with a war puppet...

Naturally know.

"Confucianism and Taoism saint?"

An Le said.

Zhu Huoxi and Wang Banshan both nodded when they heard the words.

"The meaning of a saint is hidden in the Wenqu stele... Pang Ji was able to invite the Confucian and Taoist saints because he once communicated with the Confucian and Taoist saints in the Wenqu stele..."

Zhu Huoxi said.

"I'm waiting...in fact, we have also communicated before. If we fight to the death, we can invite saints to fight."

Wang Banshan thought the same thing for a moment.

An Le heard the words, his eyes flickered, and he nodded.

He seemed to understand something.

Wenqu Stele of the Academy of Arts, Wukui Stone of the Wu Temple.

Both are treasures. An Le once felt a pair of eyes in the Wukuishi, and felt that there might be a strong person in the Wukuishi.

And in the Wenqu stele, is it the same as Wukui stone?
"The young master wants to seek spiritual help and break through the situation. The two of us can't do it and can't help much, but the young master can try to communicate with the Confucian and Taoist saints in the Wenqu stele..."

"Maybe it helps."

Zhu Huoxi and Wang Banshan spoke.

The breeze is blowing slowly, and the bamboo sea around the stele hut is churning and rustling.

An Le walked to the front of the stele, looking at the stele of Wenqu dotted with stars.

With Anle's spiritual level, looking at the Wenqu stele now, I do feel a little unusual.

There is light flickering in the depths of the eyes.

An Le raised his hand and tapped it between his eyebrows.

Wisps of spiritual power surged out like horses, the wind blew around the stele, and the sea of ​​bamboo made waves!
On the stele of Wenqu, stars shine one after another...

Haoran emerges!

Anle's spiritual power is drawn by the Wenqu stele, and all of them diffuse into it, and gradually the picture in front of Anle...

A sea change has taken place.

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