Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

It is eight hundred miles outside Lin'an Prefecture.

The green mountains are faint, there are many mountains, ancient trees and mist.

However, at this moment, there was a huge Buddha light shining among the mountains, invisible sword energy swept across, large areas of mountain trees were cleared, and huge ravines appeared.

The infinite sword energy rose up and turned into a Bodhisattva statue that was larger, more majestic, and more Buddha-like than the sword energy Guanyin attracted by the Flower Jie Bingxin Sword above the imperial city!

The Bodhisattva has thousands of eyes, making the world seem to be overturned at this moment.

Countless trees, soil and dust chopped away by the sword energy seemed to be frozen in the air by the gaze cast by the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva, and could no longer fall down.

These statues of the Supreme Bodhisattva are so powerful that they simply don’t seem to exist on earth. However, opposite the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva, there is a figure wearing a red cassock, sitting cross-legged in the void, holding a string of golden beads in his hand, and a golden Buddha suspended in front of him. The Buddhist monk in Bo looked quietly at the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva born from the sword energy.

Facing the gaze of the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva, the space around the monk continued to fluctuate, as if invisible sword energy was colliding with the Buddha's light, making a subtle sound.

It was like boiling water that had just been boiled, with bubbles popping up one by one.

"Amitabha, Master Suzhu... you and I have both entered Buddhism, but this fight is meaningless, so let's let it go."

The monk opened his eyes slightly, and the corners of his eyes were filled with liquid gold, like two groups of flames, burning his mind.

He raised a palm in front of him and fiddled with the golden beads with his other hand. He looked through the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva and saw the extremely tall and graceful woman behind the Sword Qi Bodhisattva.

"When did the sea-crossing holy monk of Lianhua Temple become willing to sacrifice his life for Zhao?"

Behind Thousand-Eyed Sword Qi Bodhisattva, a clear and beautiful voice floated out from the dust.

Then, a woman in white clothes with draped silk all over her body floated out from behind the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva.

The woman holds the lotus seal in her hand. There are red sandalwood Buddha beads on her snow-white wrist. She has shaved off 33,000 troubles, and her face is picturesque.

The bare feet are hanging in the air, and a pair of jade feet are crystal white and unstained by any dust.

The face is beautiful and the woman is picturesque.

As soon as the woman appeared, the floating sword energy around her suddenly boiled, and everything around her became a blur, making it difficult to observe and capture. Only the Bodhisattva-like woman became clearer and clearer, as if imprinted on the world.

"Amitabha, the three Buddhist sects are competing for the Buddha's head, and they are competing with each other. The emperor of Zhao wants to use the Heart Sword to suppress the immortality of the immortal blood. I, a bad disciple, perished in Lin'an because of a young man. That young man was the flower benefactor. The path of cultivation on the lamp is full of cause and effect, and the poor monk is here to cut off the cause and effect."

The monk is wearing a scarlet cassock embroidered with gold patterns. This cassock, called the Immaculate Lotus Clothes, exudes powerful spiritual energy fluctuations and is obviously a top-notch magic weapon.

"Crossing the sea, if that's the case, what else is there to say?"

"Xie Bing is my disciple, and I want to save him."

"Since you are blocking me, let's fight to see who has the deeper Dharma between you and me."

The female Bodhisattva is Master Suzhu of Ganye Temple. Although there is no annoyance in her words at this moment, the sword energy suspended in the air is getting more and more boiling.

"Amitabha, Buddha's Dharma is boundless, you and I... huh?"

The holy monk crossing the sea was about to say something, but he was surprised and looked towards the direction of Lin'an together with Master Suzhu, who was not stained by fine dust.

Vaguely, the two seemed to see a young figure, climbing up to the sky step by step, waving out a green mountain, and smashing a big hand containing the emperor's energy.

The Holy Monk Crossing the Sea frowned, his fiery red eyeliner burning like heavenly fire.

Master Suzhu picked up the flowers and smiled: "One drink and one peck, both are regular. Cause and effect are all predestined."

"My disciple has untied the ice and is fine."

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Above the earth, a high mountain rises from the ground. The sword pavilion is majestic and cuiwei, like a green blade piercing the world, standing majestically on the earth.

The green mountains want to share the words of experts, and thousands of horses come together to count.

The misty rain looked down, but it seemed that it would never come.

A pavilion halfway up the mountain.

Two figures stood there, one wearing a plain blue shirt, carrying a huge pine sword box on his back, his eyes dull.

Beside him, there is a beautiful woman who has taken off her veil. The woman is carrying a burnt-tailed guqin on her back. Her plain clothes are like flowing silk, and she stands in silence with her head bowed respectfully.

"The Emperor of the Zhao family wants to live a second life, and he wants to take Hua Jie Bing's Heart Sword to suppress the magic of the immortal blood for another five hundred years..."

The Sixth Mountain Master frowned slightly.

"Yunrou, you should stay on the mountain from now on, we need you to guard the mountain."

Yunrou couldn't help but be startled: "Teacher, do you want to take action?"

"Your Red Dust Sword has been cultivated for so many years, but it's not yet time to use it. If you use it now, all your previous efforts will be wasted, right?"

"So after I take action, I will seal the mountain and I need you to guard it."

"There are always things in this world, and you should take action when it's time to take action."

The Master of the Sixth Mountain had no expression on his face and said coolly: "You must not leave any regrets in this mortal world."

Yunrou seemed to understand but not quite.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain didn't talk much and didn't bother to explain. He took one step and the mountain was suddenly filled with sword energy. Countless sword energy gathered at his feet and turned into a stream of light.

However, he just took a step in the air.

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Ku Ku's face, looking at the heroic spirit soaring from Lin'an Mansion.

After being stunned for a moment, a flush appeared on his cool face.

In the pine wood sword box on his back, there was an infinite sword energy clashing sonorously, as if he was about to knock out the sword box and jump out to attack.

"Yunrou, look at this heroic spirit, this pleasure, this sword energy... To be honest, it's a shame that Anle was never considered the second mountain guardian."

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In front of Tianxuan Palace.

The young man climbed up to the sky step by step, carrying a tattered bamboo sword, and half-stepped to intercept the huge palm formed by the condensed energy of the soul in the magnificent palace.

And he handed out the bamboo sword Qingshan and stabbed it on the palm.

Standing in front of the throne, with victory in hand and everything under his control, the Emperor of the Zhao family showed a look of astonishment for the first time.

With the palm condensed with the emperor's energy from the heart, the palm trying to capture and peel off the Eight Realm Heart Sword refined by Hua Jiebing was stabbed to pieces like this!

A sharp sword energy suddenly followed the air movement and struck from outside the palace.

The emperor of the Zhao family's brows instantly became a river, and the energy in his body was surging, and the sword energy that was slashed was instantly strangled by his energy.

However, the strong wind that stirred up in the palace caused the golden emperor's robe on his body to rustle and sway unsteadily!

Poof.

There seemed to be an invisible voice resounding.

The corners of Zhao's emperor's lips pursed, and his eyes were filled with shock and stern expression.

The hand he originally grabbed was already behind his back, clenched into a fist. In the palm of the clenched fist, a sword mark appeared, and blood wanted to spurt out from it, but he suppressed it with his mind. go back.

he……

The palm of his hand was cut open by the young man's sword energy!

"Green Mountain! That green mountain!"

"You shouldn't!"

There was an uproar in the heart of the Emperor of the Zhao family, as if he was roaring and filial piety. The Qingshan sword that should have belonged to the Zhao family royal family was given to the young man by Zhao Huangting.

As a result, the young man actually picked up Qingshan and made a scar in the palm of his hand.

It was like the plan that was supposed to be well planned and under control was torn apart by someone's sword energy!

"How can someone from the four realms, holding a Qingshan sword, be able to cut off the palm of my soul-gathering formation to attract the emperor's energy?!"

The emperor of the Zhao family is incredible.

His cultivation is at the Ninth Realm. Even if Anle is allowed to hold a first-grade sword, the person who uses the sword is still a human being. If his cultivation level is insufficient, how can he break through the attack of the Ninth Realm and cause the sword energy to leave marks on his palm? !

At this moment, it was not just the Emperor of the Zhao family who was shocked.

The young man who had never been noticed by anyone was suspended in the air above the White Jade Square in front of Tianxuan Palace in such a sudden appearance.

Like a sharp awl, it pierced into this chaotic situation and battlefield.

Inside Tianxuan Palace.

The domineering and terrifying sword energy from Li Youan's eyebrows slowly flowed out. It was so terrifying that the minds of Qin Lishi and many civil servants were trembling incessantly.

But at this moment, Li Youan looked outside Tianxuan Palace, where the heroic young man rushed into the sky like smoke, and couldn't help but feel a little stunned for a moment.

Such heroic spirit filled the sky, and it seemed as if the figure of an old man was overlapping.

Qin Lishi and many civil servants were horrified.

Especially Qin Lishi, he hated An Le with all his heart, but he never thought that this young man could show his strength in this chaos.

No one had ever cared about a young man who could burst out with such terrifying energy.

It’s just the four realms... Why should the emperor of the Zhao family, who was at the top of the nine realms, use the palm of his hand to seize the heart sword that he was sure to win?

Just with that full of pride?

Absolutely unreasonable!

If heroism is useful, how come so many people die in good health? !

Qin Lishi was puzzled, shocked, and scared.

At this moment, he had to re-evaluate the dangers of An Le. He was even a little lucky. If he had been unprepared, avenged Qin Qianqiu, and rashly took action personally... he might have been severely hit by the young man's sword!

Fortunately, he now knows this trump card.

At this moment, everyone was attracted by the young man who broke out from silence.

Pairs of eyes glanced at him, filled with shock, wonder, and emotion...all kinds of emotions were contained and revealed in these gazes.

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

Di Zang and the second wife faced each other from a distance, and they also lowered their gazes and were amazed.

During the fight between Mrs. Yu and Wang Guogong, a smile finally appeared on her face.

Outside Lin'an Mansion.

Fourth Master Lin, who was swinging the hatchet, slowly grinned, his eyes were surprised, and through the long streets, he seemed to see the young man in the white jade square, rising from the sky and stabbing the emperor's palm with a sword!

"What a young man's heroic spirit in the sky! What a world-famous An family!"

Fourth Master Lin was amazed.

Then he laughed, as if inspired by the youth's heroic spirit, the hatchet in his hand was radiant with light, and the blood-red sword was slashed. The Gang Qi chopped off hundreds of swaying willow branches on both sides of the official road, causing catkins to fly.

The green-shirted Wenquxing from the Sima family narrowed his eyes and took the knife forcefully.

It flew upside down and smashed back onto the tower of Lin'an Mansion, spitting out blood and staining its front red.

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Before the Imperial City.

He swung his bamboo stick and hit the two decayed ancestors who walked out of the imperial mausoleum. Zhao Huangting, whose will was constantly weakened, had long eyebrows and white hair.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man who was so majestic and heroic that he seemed to be causing rivers from the sky to flow down.

A trace of confusion could not help but flash in his eyes.

He seemed to see in the young man who was as heroic as the sky at this moment, he could see his glorious past, the magnificence and heroism that he once dared to pick up a bamboo sword and kill the No. 1 Emperor Yuan Meng in the world.

My heart was immersed in the heroic spirit of endless years, like a ignited spark, slowly burning, slowly rising, and then seemed to rush out from the Tianling Cap.

"So what if the deadline is approaching? The closer the deadline is, the more heroic you should be to fear neither heaven nor gods in heaven!"

"I, Zhao Huangting, have lived my whole life. The older I get, the more my spirit has been drained away. I sit here in Lin'an, recalling the glory of the past, and am complacent, but I don't know that I can no longer be heroic and happy in my heart."

"The green mountains are covered with dust because of me, but I don't know it."

There was a rich and extremely complex color in the old man's eyes.

He never thought that Sword Qingshan would live another day, but he was cheering so loudly and chanting the sword so loudly.

Five hundred years ago, during a battle in the south, he stood up from the green mountains and killed Emperor Yuan with three swords.

That time, Qingshan was so excited and his sword chanted like a dragon.

And that was the only time he saw it.

It was the closest he had ever been to Qingshan.

After that, it never happened again.

But now, listening to such a high-pitched sword chant again, watching the heroic spirit soaring into the sky, my heart, which has been calm for many years, seems to be plucked at this moment.

Zhao Huangting's lips raised a slight smile.

"Without my pride, if I challenge Emperor Yuan Meng again... I'm afraid I'll lose it in one move. I won't say it's good, but it will only add to the joke."

"But how could I, Zhao Huangting, end up with a joke?"

The old man closed his eyes.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

When the old man opened his eyes again, all the confusion was gone.

His eyes were as clear as water, and a little bit of revived pride bloomed from the bottom of his eyes.

The hunched waist slowly straightened.

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Hua Jiebing, who was shrouded in the Yuanshen Formation and forced into a desperate situation by Tong Diao Temple in the Ninth Realm, was already prepared to die together.

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But a burst of heroic spirit soaring into the sky immediately interrupted her decisive thoughts.

The emperor of the Zhao family used his soul's great formation eyes to draw the emperor's energy, but when he tried to capture the heart sword, he was stabbed to pieces by a familiar young man's sword!

Peace!

Hua Jiebing looked at Anle, feeling confused and confused for a while.

Is this still the shy young man who just started practicing spiritual practice and wanted to ask for spiritual practice?

However, Hua Jiebing was not surprised for long, she knew that opportunities were hard to come by.

Taking this opportunity, she completely released the sword energy in her heart sword. The sword between her eyebrows resounded loudly, and the dense sword energy was like a waterfall flowing down three thousand feet!

Just like the Thousand Hands photographed behind the Sword Qi Guanyin!

boom! ! !

The soul formation that restrained the Sword Qi Guanyin was shaking violently, and was shaken by the beating.

Around the White Jade Square, the faces of the powerful spiritual masters who released their souls instantly turned pale, as if their souls were almost shattered. They bit their tongues one after another to stabilize their minds and stared angrily.

Hua Jie Bing of the Eighth Realm holds the Heart Sword, and his combat power is definitely not weaker than any one of the Ninth Realm!

However, the soul formation was stabilized again. In addition, Tong Diao Temple also came back to its senses, transformed into countless black shadows, and killed Hua Jie Bing.

Hua Jiebing broke the formation to no avail, full of regrets.

However, the situation has changed, because the young man's sword was hanging in the air, which did not end the legend he wanted to create.

The heroic spirit that rushed into the sky squeezed out all the power in [Heroic Yin]. With such heroic spirit, Anle felt that his own energy had soared to a level that he could hardly imagine now!

[Haoqi Yin (Tao Fruit): Attracting a lot of heroism in the world, daring ordinary people to kill ghosts and gods, and consuming the heroism to bless oneself, you can get special combat power blessings]

This is a heroic introduction.

Anle felt unprecedented strength filling his body.

The heroic spirit penetrated into the sky, but it seemed that majestic power was growing in his body.

The combat power has received unprecedented special blessings!

The heroism is like smoke, and his figure is bathed in such heroic smoke.

At this moment, Anle felt like he was overlapped with the old uncle who once drew his sword to kill Emperor Yuanmeng. It even seemed to be a reappearance of that moment!

The heavenly dragon transformed by the invincible force emits a deafening dragon roar, winding around the heroic smoke. Compared with the heroic smoke, this invincible force is like a small snake.

Anle laughed.

He rises from the ground with great arrogance and dares to go up to the blue sky and kill the stars!

He picked up the green mountain and looked at the Yuanshen Formation.

The void under his feet seemed to have given birth to substantial stairs. Anle stepped on the invisible stairs and went straight up. As he moved, the heroic smoke moved with him.

Anle can feel that as time goes by, the heroic smoke is getting thinner.

Like a beam of light shining from the sky, it is slowly obscured.

Therefore, Anle did not delay or waste. When Qingshan struck the Zhao family emperor with a palm, he turned his target to the Yuanshen Formation.

The Yuan Shen Formation that can trap Mrs. Shuhua's Eighth Realm Ultimate Sword Qi Guanyin is absolutely powerful and terrifying.

However, Anle at this moment has the confidence to open this formation!

Lotus blossoms arose under the sword's heroic spirit, Anle's white clothes swayed, and he ascended to the sky step by step.

"Stop him!"

In Tianxuan Palace.

The low and cold voice of the Emperor Zhao resounded.

One after another Qi burst out, and among the imperial guards there were strong men from the Sixth Realm who broke through to stop An Le. In addition, the four powerful God Refiners who had originally laid out the Yuan Shen Net in Tianxuan Palace to cover Hua Jie Bing, It is also an attack on peace and happiness.

The commander of the imperial guard who was the first to approach, his energy and blood surged, and he waved a powerful and heavy halberd.

Anle glanced at him.

Qingshan gently clicked out.

It was light but easy to cut off the big halberd, piercing through the guard commander whose vitality and blood roared like mountain fire. The sword energy spurted out, and his heroic spirit was like a mountain.

This commander of the imperial guards, who had already broken through the sixth realm, smashed directly into the ground, and blood flowed like a fountain.

Facing the four powerful mental auras that were coming to him.

Anle knocked lightly on the green mountain, and the sword energy lotus under his feet bloomed.

"Sword energy, young man travels."

He hummed softly.

The four powerful soul refiners were stunned at the same time. They found that the tips of bamboo swords pierced through each other's chests, crushing their hearts!

It seemed that the heroic smoke from the sky suddenly became much thinner, and Anle's face suddenly turned pale.

However, the pale face did not affect Anle at all.

The young man was like a spring breeze. After killing four powerful soul refiners who were enough to shake the court, he turned around and continued to ascend to the sky.

The four powerful soul refiners fell on the white jade square, and the piercing red blood flowed out from behind them, like a red blood rose blooming in the ice and snow.

At this moment, the young man brazenly killed five people with a sword.

It was undoubtedly shocking everyone.

At this moment, the boy seemed to be incredibly comparable to a peak of the ninth realm.

Although everyone knew that the boy's momentum was constantly falling.

But...

The Zhao family emperor sitting in the Tianxuan Palace seemed... unable to find a peak of the ninth realm to suppress the sword-wielding boy in a short time.

A stone thrown into the lake that could hardly cause waves.

But it contained a powerful bomb, fell into the lake, and instantly exploded into a huge wave!

In the Tianxuan Palace.

The Zhao family emperor sat upright, staring deeply at the boy with lotus steps.

Seeing that the boy stepped under the Yuanshen formation.

He handed out a sword to the Yuanshen formation.

Click.

The Yuanshen formation that trapped Madam Hua's sword-qi Guanyin trembled slightly, like a translucent glass cover with a crack.

This sword pierced the formation, but it did not completely pierce it.

In the Tianxuan Palace. The Zhao family's emperor exhaled. He felt the boy's energy was declining. With the help of the Qingshan sword, he gained temporary strength. But this boy was not durable. Anle felt the gradually fading heroic spirit and pursed his lips. He turned his head and looked at his wife Hua in surprise. Anle smiled shyly. He turned around and let go. Qingshan was stuck in the Yuanshen formation. Madam Hua only felt the breeze blowing across her face, lifting her black hair, and then in the breeze, she caught Anle's barely detectable whispering voice like a mosquito because of shyness. Hey... what was it? Madam Hua hadn't listened clearly yet. Anle had already clenched his fist and punched the Qingshan hilt. Qingshan's sword energy suddenly surged, and he was endowed with flowing light and surging with heroic spirit. He instantly penetrated the Yuanshen formation and brought countless fragmented Yuanshen brilliance. Accompanied by continuous muffled groans and blood spurting. On the Yuanshen formation, there are dense cracks, like spider webs.

It's like a conspiracy that confuses people's minds, hiding the evil spirits in the dark.

Just like this...

It was blasted away by the boy's punch and sword!

The darkness was shattered.

The light suddenly emerged.

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