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

On the First Holy Mountain, the sky changed, and black clouds rolled, as if black dust was raised on an ancient battlefield.

On the top of the mountain, the two mountain guards seemed to sense something, their faces changed slightly, and a look of shock appeared in their eyes.

"It's the spirit of the First Mountain Master! He betrayed the Holy Mountain, but I never thought that he still had his spirit in the belly of the mountain... This... Did they expect the Seventh Mountain Master to appear here?"

Ao Lian of the Dragon Clan was shocked and gasped.

The Great Demon Bai Yu was even more solemn: "If the Seventh Mountain Master died in the First Holy Mountain, we... I'm afraid we can't escape the blame, not to mention the future, we will definitely become the target of the anger of other mountain masters, and even... we will be punished by the Holy Master."

The two of them already regretted that they actually got involved in such a matter.

However, it was not their fault, because they had never thought that Yan Tongshu, the former No. 1 mountain master, would leave a trace of his soul in the Mountain River Cauldron in a very subtle way after leaving the Holy Mountain, and give a fatal blow while Anle was refining the Mountain River Cauldron.

"What should we do?"

Ao Lian looked at Bai Yu, and both of them were thinking about ways.

"We can only contact the other mountain masters and seek their help. It is better to find the second mountain master. The second mountain master is more kind and easier to talk to. Maybe he will not vent his anger on us."

The big monster Bai Yu shook his head and sighed.

Dragon Ao Lian nodded, and the next moment, he rushed directly from the Holy Mountain, turning into a ten-foot-long silver-white dragon, with smoke and clouds all around, and four claws waving horizontally, breaking through the air and leaving.

However, before he flew far, a sword light galloped over.

That was the sixth mountain master, carrying a pine sword box on his back, his hands on his chest, and flying the sword in an extremely cold manner.

Ao Lian turned into a human again and bowed respectfully: "Sixth Mountain Master."

The Sixth Mountain is relatively close to the First Mountain, so when the Sixth Mountain Master noticed something unusual, he quickly rushed over and descended on the First Mountain.

For the two mountain guards, the Sixth Mountain Master did not make things too difficult, but still maintained a cool demeanor and asked: "What happened?"

The Great Demon Bai Yu spoke and told the whole situation without any concealment.

The Sixth Mountain Master heard this, his eyes flickered, he took off the Red Dust Sword Box, placed it on the ground, sat cross-legged directly, and waited quietly.

"We can't help Old Seven with this matter, Old Seven can only solve it himself."

The Sixth Mountain Master said coldly.

Even if they knew that Yan Tongshu had tampered with the Mountain and River Cauldron, what could they do?

They couldn't enter the belly of the First Mountain, and couldn't help Anle. Even if they could enter, Anle was still in the process of refining the Mountain and River Cauldron, and they were powerless.

Anle can only solve it by himself. If he cannot defeat Yan Tongshu's Yuanshen, then he will be injured by Yan Tongshu's Yuanshen, and the refining of the Mountain and River Cauldron will fail, and he will suffer backlash... This is the only situation.

Bai Yu and Ao Lian looked at each other. They obviously knew the result, but it was their responsibility to inform other mountain masters.

"Don't worry, Lao Qi is definitely not an ordinary person. It's not that easy to cheat Lao Qi by this means."

The Sixth Mountain Master has always believed in his own vision. He was able to favor Anle when he was weak, so he naturally believed in Anle and believed in this little guy who repeatedly created miracles.

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Inside the belly of the First Holy Mountain.

The powerful Yuanshen fluctuations were stirring endlessly, and the Yuanshen monster that was as sticky as crawling out of the mud was grinning and staring at Anle.

That was the Yuanshen left by Yan Tongshu, and... it was the Yuanshen power that was mutated by cutting off the filth in the Yuanshen. It was extremely evil and contained terrible corrosive power.

Yan Tongshu separated it in order to pollute Anle's refining of the Mountain and River Cauldron and destroy Anle's practice.

Anle's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He had never thought that Yan Tongshu, who was sealed in Mount Li, could still have such an impact on the outside world and set up means to destroy his practice foundation.

As for Yan Tongshu's desire to get rid of him, the second mountain master Su Zhanxian explained to him that it was because the two had different ways. Anle's existence had a great impact on Yan Tongshu's way. Because the impact on the future was full of uncertainty, it made the established path deduced by Yan Tongshu produce unclear changes.

Therefore, it was equivalent to disturbing Yan Tongshu's way, so Yan Tongshu was obsessed with erasing Anle and minimizing the impact.

This was a dispute over the way. Anle affected Yan Tongshu's way, so it was understandable that he wanted to get rid of Anle.

But Anle couldn't just wait to die.

The quagmire-like soul of Yan Tongshu surged, full of evil power. Yan Tongshu's purpose was simple. With his filthy soul, he polluted the Mountain River Cauldron, disturbed Anle's refining of the Mountain River Cauldron, and took advantage of the situation... to destroy Anle's soul that had been severely injured.

Roar!

The soul monster that emerged from the quagmire roared and pounced on Anle.

In the belly of the mountain, in just a moment, it was densely packed with surging soul fluctuations. The dark quagmire monster seemed to crawl out of the netherworld, changing between the vibrations and turning into an ancient demon god.

Evil, terrible, nightmare, and all kinds of bad emotions lingered, like a cloud of omnipresent black fog, wanting to annihilate everything and pollute everything.

The distance between Anle and the Mountain River Cauldron was very close. At this time, it was basically difficult to avoid the erosion and pollution from Yan Tongshu's evil soul.

However, Anle knew the moment he saw Yan Tongshu's evil spirit that he had no choice but to resist it. If he tried to dodge, it would be difficult to avoid it. The evil thoughts would penetrate everywhere and eventually destroy his already cracked heart sword and degenerate his spirit.

Anle also knew that if he wanted to refine a treasure like the Mountain and River Cauldron, he would have no chance of refining it once he was infected. This was a treasure that once suppressed the mountains and rivers in the world. It was very important to the person who possessed the treasure. A person who was entangled in evil thoughts and had an impure spirit could not master the Mountain and River Cauldron.

However, Anle had no way to avoid it, and he was unwilling to do so.

His eyes were bright, and the Niwan Palace between Anle's eyebrows shone brightly. The brilliant light was dazzling, and the rosy clouds behind his spirit were thousands of feet long. The spirit of the Eight Realms Perfection gave Anle enough confidence to resist the evil spirit left by Yan Tongshu.

If Anle had not stepped into the Eight Realms before, he would not have been sure. But now, Anle's soul has undergone too many transformations and upgrades.

Naturally, he has the confidence!

The long river of time is full of strange phenomena, and you can hear the sound of the rushing river.

Anle's soul stood up from such a river, with a rosy glow, auspicious colors, and the light of the heart sword.

Yan Tongshu's evil soul came to kill, but Anle was fearless. The soul raised his palm, clapped his five fingers, and performed the empty hand in the way of the soul, silver light bloomed, and the void was turbulent.

There was a collision, and the extremely powerful mind and spirit kept colliding and interweaving.

Boom!

Anle's soul floated out, and the evil soul also fluctuated, but it was not easy to kill the soul that infected Anle.

This surprised Yan Tongshu's evil spirit. After all, he was the spirit cut off by Yan Tongshu, a perfect practitioner of the Tenth Realm. Although it was not a complete body, it was not too weak. It could easily infect any Nineth Realm cultivator.

However, Anle actually withstood the strength of his spirit...

"As expected of Old Seven..."

Yan Tongshu's evil spirit was as black as ink, exuding extreme malice.

Being able to withstand the erosion of his evil spirit showed that Anle's spirit cultivation was comparable to the perfection of the Nineth Realm... It had only been a short time, and Anle had the spirit power of the Perfect Nineth Realm level. How could he not be surprised.

The black shadow swept, like a black fog quickly attacking, turning into a huge and twisted face, opening its mouth and biting down on Anle's spirit, trying to swallow Anle's spirit and then pollute it.

Anle raised his hand, the light of the heart sword burst out, and the sword light raged and cut out, like a tornado, like a dream.

The confrontation at the level of the soul, bursts of mental power.

The empty hands, the sword intent, all kinds of means emerge in an endless stream, fighting each other, trying to wipe out the power of the evil soul.

However, Anle didn't dare to use the power of the heart sword after all. After all, the heart sword that has carried the long river of time has been torn by the power of time. If the cracks expand during the confrontation, and even cause the heart sword to collapse, it will have a great impact on Anle.

Therefore, the battle was somewhat stalemate.

"You don't dare to use the power of the heart sword? Why?"

Yan Tongshu's evil soul said ferociously, and in his two scarlet eyes, the light of wisdom flashed, as if he had captured Anle's weaknesses and flaws.

For the confrontation between the strong, once you capture your weaknesses, you will definitely attack your shortcomings and deficiencies fiercely.

The discovery of the evil soul is just like this, which aggravates the erosion of Anle's heart sword.

Anle's face was solemn. His soul was very strong, but he still relied more on the heart sword. With the power of the long river of time, he could kill at the level of his soul.

But now, the heart sword dared not move, let alone carry the long river of time. The power of the killing was only one tenth of that. It became difficult to easily cut off this evil soul.

Anle ignored Yan Tongshu's evil soul. The long river of time was intertwined with strange phenomena, and the fluctuations of his mind continued to impact, like waves stacked up, colliding with evil thoughts.

"Old Seven, if you go on like this... you will eventually be eroded by my evil soul, and you will lose!"

Yan Tongshu's evil soul said coldly, laughing, a little excited, a little surprised.

As long as Anle's soul was infected, it would be impossible to continue to refine the Mountain and River Cauldron, which would be equivalent to cutting off Anle's future path and erasing the rise of an unparalleled genius, a demon that could change the times.

Yan Tongshu's avenue could also be perfected, so why not?

Yan Tongshu's evil spirit became more and more crazy, and he kept oppressing Anle after getting the upper hand.

Inside the mountain, the mind was constantly impacted by fluctuations, and the thousand-foot-high rosy clouds and the dark mind were constantly eroding and melting, half colorful, half dark!

As time passed, the colorful mind power was slowly suppressed, like a candle that was lit in the wind with difficulty, about to go out, but still insisted on burning and illuminating.

"Give up! Don't dare to use the power of the heart sword, your soul cultivation has dropped sharply, you can't be my opponent at all!"

"Slowly let go of your mind, let the evil thoughts I cut open erode you, you and I will fall together!"

Yan Tongshu's evil spirit was everywhere, and his laughter was ethereal, as if it came from everywhere in the mountain.

Anle's soul exhaled a foul breath.

He had never encountered such a frustrating situation. Yan Tongshu's evil spirit was not strong, at least not to the level of the tenth realm of nirvana.

However, without the power of the Heart Sword, its power is greatly reduced, and it can only resist passively, and will be eroded sooner or later.

Every word of Uncle Yan Tong's evil thoughts shook An Le's mind.

This made Anle gradually have a fire burning in his heart, which was a change of anger.

Anle even asked himself, why was he so aggrieved?

He clearly has the ability to kill Uncle Yan Tong's evil thoughts, but why is he constantly suppressed and eroded?

Just because the sword in the heart may be broken, do you want to be insulted like this if you throw yourself into a trap?

It's too unpleasant.

Peace and happiness...not happiness.

"Crack... then just crack it. What practitioners like us seek is to have a clear idea. If we are timid and timid, then even if we can keep the sword in our heart from cracking, what can we do? What's the point?"

A blind attempt to compromise will only wear down one's own will, and happiness itself possesses invincibility. If it continues to be worn away in this way, the invincibility will collapse, and many Tao fruits such as [Fearless Mind] in the Tao Fruit space will also eclipse.

This is definitely not what Anle wants. Anle asked himself, and gradually a light emerged in his eyes. He seemed to wake up, and there was a drum and morning bell in his heart. The bells vibrated, washing away the dust and filth, making his mind enlightened. Through, gradually brighten.

The soul vibrated, the majestic power of the mind spread endlessly, and the eyes opened and closed.

The dark inner power that is almost covering up An Le's spiritual power is like being torn apart by the light of an ancient lamp that illuminates the darkness.

The eyes of Anle Yuan Shen are as bright as the bright sun, and the rays of light rise again from behind and sweep away!

The sonorous sound exploded!

Anle Yuanshen raised his hand and flicked his fingers. In an instant, the sword light flickered on and off from his fingertips.

A wisp of energy of time came, and a corner of the rushing river of time was extradited and blessed on the colorful glazed heart sword. The light of the sword rose, like a peerless swordsman awakening from a desperate situation, and handed out a unique sword.

Anle's eyes were deep and peaceful, even though he already knew that if he extended the sword, it would damage the sword of the heart, damage his own cultivation and Taoism, and even cut off the road to invincibility in the future.

However, he was no longer afraid or hesitant.

Uncle Yan Tong's evil thoughts changed his expression, and he felt the will of An Le's transformation. He was no longer afraid, and even became a little stronger.

His Yuan Shen roared loudly and exploded, forming countless black symbols, intertwined in the belly of the mountain, turning into black Yuan Shen flames that were burning, trying to refine Anle and burn Anle's Yuan Shen.

However, with a clear mind, he no longer feared An Le, and chose to strike hard, and the sword light swept out.

The sword of the heart that carried a corner of the real river of time was slashed out boldly. What a peerless sword it was, as if the whole world was the only one left with this extremely gorgeous sword of the mind.

This is a sword of the mind that transcends the realm of the Nine Realms, and it is An Le’s unreserved killing blow!

Poof!

The black symbol fell apart, and the smile disintegrated in the sword light. The flame was extinguished, no longer burning, and lost its power.

Uncle Yan Tong's evil thoughts condensed into the figure of Mo Hu. His body was covered with cracks, like two blood-red bodhi eyes, showing a look of wonder. After the wonder, a proud smile appeared.

"Old Qi! This sword of yours is enough to amaze the world, but unfortunately... your heart sword may be broken by this sword."

"Your future path is still cut off, and you can't see the future!"

Uncle Yan Tong's evil spirit burst into laughter.

Although the contamination and defilement of Anle's soul could not be completed, Anle's heart sword was about to break because it carried a sword that was too powerful to kill the power of his evil thoughts!

"So what's the problem?"

"The future is always full of variables, and no one can truly see every corner of the future."

An Le said calmly, his mind was clear and he no longer had any entanglements.

The sword light swept across, and the evil thoughts were completely wiped out, dissipating in the heart of the mountain, without any fluctuations left.

Inside the mountain, the light returned, and the flame of the bronze lamp danced faintly, bringing a faint light, illuminating the mountain and the mountain and river cauldron.

An Le crossed her legs and slowly opened her eyes. Her face was a bit pale, but her eyes were bright and bright.

Jam...

He heard the sound of cracking, like the cracks that already existed were getting bigger and bigger.

On the colorful glazed Heart Sword, cracks appear, densely intertwined like spider webs, all over it. This is the Heart Sword, and it is impossible to leave traces of cracks. However, the power of time makes the most illusory and difficult to fathom. There are cracks in the sword of the heart and it is on the verge of cracking.

The shaky sword of the heart, as if it was about to break at any moment, made Anle's mood slightly condensed.

However, the refreshing feeling of having his thoughts clear and killing Uncle Yan Tong's evil thoughts restored his mood a little and made him feel much calmer.

At least, the Heart Sword has not been completely broken and still exists.

An Le smiled softly, looking at the crumbling Heart Sword, which was full of cracks, and the cracks were filled with the steaming power of the years. He felt peaceful, withdrew his gaze, and stopped thinking.

After killing Uncle Yan Tong's evil spirit, there will no longer be any risk in refining the Mountain and River Cauldron.

He raised his hand and pressed it on the third Mountain and River Cauldron.

Qi and blood boiled, and golden flames ignited. This was the vision brought about by the first chapter of the "Human Dao Ancestor Sutra". The whole body was exuding golden brilliance, and it suddenly illuminated the mountain belly.

The ridge pillar was like a dragon, as if it had opened its bloody mouth. The third mountain and river tripod shook a bit, and finally, it was sucked into the ridge pillar.

boom!

!

An extremely heavy feeling fell on Anle's body.

Like a whole mountain and river falling down, refining the third Mountain and River Cauldron is obviously not that easy, because Anle has already refined two Mountain and River Cauldrons, and the refining of the third Mountain and River Cauldron will be even more stressful.

The Mountains and Rivers Map reappears, and the mountains and rivers on it seem to be lifelike, as if they are reflected in the real world.

Qi and blood are like waves crashing on the shore, Anle's pores are gushing out, and his body seems to be undergoing baptism and transformation at this moment!

Suddenly, countless energy and blood condensed into a page of golden paper in front of him.

Anle's heart was shocked, and then he felt overjoyed. That was the second chapter of the "Human Dao Ancestor Sutra"!

There are nine chapters in the Ancestral Sutra. Anle had only completed the practice of the first chapter before, but now, after refining the third Shanhe Cauldron, the second piece of the ancient sutra appeared!

In the Dao Fruit space, the [Eternal Genius] Dao Fruit trembled and emitted bright light, like a star trying its best to release its brilliance, with strange silk ribbons hanging down.

It was as if there was an ancient existence whispering soft words in Anle's ears.

The running route of the second chapter of the Ancestor Sutra of Humanity suddenly appeared in Anle's mind with great clarity.

With the movement of the Anle Qi and blood routes, the drill was completed naturally. Not only that, the scripture routes of the ancestral scriptures were constantly changing, like a dream. The three mountain and river tripods in the ridge pillars trembled, and they were located between the meridians of the body. , forming a complete closed loop with the circulation route of Qi and blood!

It's as if Anle's physical body has become the mountains and rivers of the world, and the Mountains and Rivers Cauldron sits in the mountains and rivers of the world, stabilizing the will of heaven and earth guided by his own destiny and the physical body.

Anle felt the transformation and strengthening of his physical strength!

He can charge against the Nine Realms of Body Forging and the Ultimate Realm!

In the belly of the mountain, the temperature rose suddenly, and the vibrations of Qi and blood in An Le's body were like an oven, like the burning of fire in the center of the earth.

And this blazing heat is still spreading, and gradually the entire First Holy Mountain is enveloped.

It seems to have transformed into the legendary mythical Flame Mountain.

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The top of the first holy mountain.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain sat cross-legged, with a huge pine sword box placed next to him. There were strands of sword energy flowing out of the box.

Ao Lian of the Dragon Clan and Bai Yu, the Great Demon, stood quietly and respectfully at the side, with worries and expectations on their faces.

Naturally, they hoped that An Le would be able to overcome the difficulties and not be wiped out by Uncle Yan Tong's evil spirit.

Although the two are still the guardians of the First Mountain, they have no relationship with Uncle Yan Tong. Uncle Yan Tong betrayed the Holy Mountain. It can be said that they are now enemies of the Holy Mountain, but they are still guardians of the Mountain. People are part of the Holy Mountain. In terms of status, they are enemies with Uncle Yan Tong.

Even though it was Uncle Yan Tong who once guided them to join the First Holy Mountain and become mountain guards.

boom!

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Suddenly, a majestic and tyrannical spiritual power spread from the heart of the mountain, and the brilliant spiritual light rained down, turning into a lake-like sword light that shot straight into the sky.

The black clouds in the sky were cut into huge ravines and cracks, and then slowly disappeared.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling, and the faces of Dragon Ao Lian and Big Demon Bai Yu showed wonder and joy.

"Success! The Lord of the Seventh Mountain blocked the invasion of Uncle Yan Tong's evil spirits and even achieved a counter-attack!"

Ao Lian, who looked like a little Taoist boy, clenched his fists and waved them repeatedly, feeling extremely surprised.

The great demon Bai Yu showed a look of amazement: "It's incredible that the Lord of the Seventh Mountain, with his eighth-level soul cultivation, can actually cut off the remnants of the soul left by Uncle Yan Tong!"

"Uncle Yan Tong is in the Tenth Realm, and he is a strong man in the Tenth Realm who has survived the three tribulations of Nirvana, Destruction of Gods and Annihilation! Even if it is just a ray of soul that is left, he at least has the power to complete the Nine Realms!"

They guard the First Holy Mountain all year round and don't know much about human affairs.

Little is known about An Le's deeds of killing the Nine Realms Perfection.

At this moment, I was naturally amazed to learn that a person from the Eighth Realm could reach the Perfection of the Nine Realms.

At the same time, the Qi within the belly of the mountain changed again. The burning feeling, like a prairie fire, spread out and enveloped the entire mountain in an instant!

"Is this... the heat of blood?!"

The little Taoist boy Aolian was shocked, sensing the burning sensation, his eyes showed shock: "What kind of energy and blood... can actually reach such a heat, as hot as fairy fire, how can the mortal body withstand it?!"

The great demon Baiyu took a breath, and the air in his mouth was extremely hot.

"The Lord of the Seventh Mountain...is he about to break through?! Body forging breaks through?"

"From the eighth realm to perfection, break through to the ninth realm!"

Breaking through the eight realms and the nine realms is a leap, but... it's not too exaggerated!

When the ordinary eight realms break through the nine realms, the qi and blood can indeed be sublimated, but it is impossible to feel such a burning sensation, right?

The ninth realm of body training, the realm is called Jue Peak, which naturally means the tyranny of Qi and blood, standing at the absolute pinnacle of the mortal realm!

But the transformation of Anle's energy and blood...

Otherworldly!

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain put his palm on the sword box, and he could feel the vibration of the sword box in the world. The sword was hidden in the box, and the swords jingled and collided with each other, which was caused by the inexplicable energy.

"So strong!"

After a long time, a look of shock appeared on the cool face of the Sixth Mountain Master.

Anle...is he already so strong?

Now facing An Le... what chance does he have of winning? I'm afraid An Le will... kill him instantly, right? !

Seeing the boy whom he once admired and protected surpass himself, the Lord of the Sixth Mountain felt inexplicably powerless.

Compared with such a monster, he is really... very weak.

Boom boom boom!

On top of the First Holy Mountain, phantoms of mountains suddenly appeared.

Obviously, the changes in the first holy mountain attracted the attention of the owners of several other holy mountains.

The three holy mountains appeared as phantoms, and a figure emerged from the light.

The third mountain master Wen Lushang, the fourth mountain master Li Xuanji, the fifth mountain master Gu Haitang...

However, the second mountain master Su Zhanxian did not appear.

"Junior brother...is this the Nine-Breaking Realm? It caused such a commotion... This Nine-Border Realm is probably unprecedented and will never be seen again!"

Li Xuanji, the owner of the fourth mountain, had a graceful figure and spoke in amazement.

"This kind of momentum is not weaker than the half-step ten-realm condensed avenue prototype, attacking the ten realms. If it were not in the area of ​​​​the Holy Mountain and covered by the power of the Holy Mountain, I am afraid it would attract the attention of the whole world! It would attract impure thoughts. malicious destruction.”

The third mountain master Wen Lu Shang said solemnly.

"Everyone... I am afraid that I will be surpassed by my junior brother. If this continues, will my junior brother become the first mountain master to enter the holy realm? It is really a bit embarrassing..."

Gu Haitang, the fifth mountain master, smiled bitterly. They had been the masters of the Holy Mountain for hundreds of years, and finally they were surpassed by a junior brother.

"We don't want to, but in this era... it's not easy to break through the tenth realm. With our background, there is a high probability of failure in breaking through the tenth realm." Li Xuanji said helplessly.

They also want to give it a try, but as the owners of the Holy Mountain, if they want to be recognized by the Holy Master, they dare not take it easily. If they fail... and are disappointed by the Holy Master, that is a consequence they cannot bear.

"However, my junior brother is such a monster, and the pressure on us is really great. Maybe it's time for us to give it a try."

One by one, the mountain masters murmured, with complicated emotions.

Suddenly, the expressions of several mountain owners changed slightly.

Including the Lord of the Sixth Mountain, who was sitting on the First Holy Mountain, couldn't help but stand up and look up.

But the shadow of another holy mountain slowly appeared, and the figure of the second mountain owner stood on the holy mountain, with the power of the great road falling down, and the will of heaven and earth boiled and cheered for it.

Several mountain owners were shocked.

"Congratulations to Second Senior Brother for entering the Ten Realms!"

After a long time, several mountain owners reacted one after another, clasping their fists and bowing in celebration.

The great demon Bai Yu and the dragon Ao Lian were already so shocked that they were trembling with amazement.

Except for Uncle Yan Tong, the first mountain lord who rebelled against the Holy Mountain, the other six mountain lords all gathered together. How could they not be shocked by this lineup, which had been rare to see in hundreds of years.

The most important thing is that they learned that the second mountain master, Su Zhanxian, had actually set foot in the Ten Realms in this era of declining spiritual practice!

The second mountain owner, Su Zhanxian, was shrouded in misty light. His eyes were deep and fell into the middle of the mountain, seeming to see a peaceful situation.

Then he looked at the mountain masters with a smile.

"Come here to stimulate you. If you don't work hard, you will be really embarrassed. The speed of my junior brother's cultivation... After breaking through the nine realms, is the tenth realm still far away? You don't want to be surpassed by my junior brother, right?"

Several mountain owners fell silent upon hearing this.

Is it embarrassing to be surpassed by your junior brother?

It should...not be too embarrassing.

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Within the capital of Dali, peerless sword light shot out, and all the swords in the city began to tremble at this moment. The shaking was uncontrollable and fluctuated endlessly.

Wang Yansheng's arm bones glowed, and the sword was not hidden, so he took action directly!

The peerless sword light, wrapped in dominance and sharpness, penetrated and slashed at the burly Yangdi King Ge Lie suspended outside the city, surrounded by fire snakes!

"Well done!"

King Yangzhai's eyes were bright, with excitement emerging in his eyes, fighting spirit boiling, and fighting spirit high.

The thick arm was violently thrown out, surging energy and blood intertwined, and the power of the avenue fell down, covering the arm like armor, colliding with the sword that shot out!

The fists and swords intertwined, making a deafening roar, and ripples appeared in the space, like fine scales piled up.

The sword light was gorgeous, blooming densely, and the extremely sharp sword light made the armor and stomach of the great power on King Yangzhai's arm crack inch by inch, and the tyrannical flesh was covered with sword marks!

"What a domineering sword. It is indeed a rare and precious sword in the world!"

"It has been difficult for a swordsmith to successfully forge it for thousands of years! This sword is not bad!"

King Yangdi laughed loudly, and the black sword behind his back burst out with sword light and shot out of the air. He held it in his hand and flew out horizontally.

Wherever the sword light went, the space was broken inch by inch. Countless sword lights were slashed out densely. The ground was instantly plowed with holes, and the knife marks were like those of earth dragons. They were ferocious and terrifying!

Wang Yansheng's big sleeves fluttered, his arm bones glowed, he held the sword in his hand, his frosty hair was like a sword, and he cut out the sword energy again.

The sword energy and the sword energy collide, cancel each other out, and destroy each other!

This was a confrontation between two strong men from the Tenth Realm, which attracted the attention of the whole world. The collision of the most precious swords was even more explosive-like.

The two of them exchanged hundreds of moves in just a moment. The swords collided with each other, and the sparks burst out and jumped around, burning the void like dazzling flowers blooming!

The aftermath of the confrontation between the two continued to agitate and vent.

The capital of Dali was so close, so it naturally suffered a huge impact.

However, Lu Yishan naturally would not sit idly by. With a flick of his finger, the star chart slowly unfolded, and the star curtain turned into a large formation, covering the capital of Dali. The city defense formation also activated, and the hazy formation Countless symbols are intertwined, like a cliff rising horizontally, with the city wall as a boundary, covering the capital.

Winter winter winter!

The aftermath of the confrontation between the two ten-level experts hit the formation, causing it to tremble continuously and causing ripples of energy. Coupled with the protection of the star chart, it blocked all the destructive forces and prevented the formation from being destroyed. , spread to the whole city, and people were devastated.

In the capital of Dali, every cultivator was shivering with chills. The pressure spread by the confrontation between the ten realm experts was too strong to suppress them.

In the ten realms, they are known as land immortals and nirvana practitioners. They are absolutely powerful and can be called immortals on earth, possessing extraordinary power.

He is a powerful person who truly stands at the pinnacle of spiritual practice, an existence that can make any practitioner look up to him.

If a country does not have the Ten Realms in charge, it is like a duckweed without roots. If there are Ten Realms in charge, it can be as stable as a mountain.

But now, two ten-level deities are fighting outside the capital!

Lu Yishan was sitting in a wheelchair, bathing in the starlight, floating over, frowning, watching the battle outside the city.

King Yangdi is very strong, but he shouldn't be the one who brings him such an urgent sense of crisis.

Because King Yangzhai did not come with a large army. Without a large army, it meant that the city defense formation could not be broken, and it would be difficult to threaten the capital of Dali.

This time, King Yangzhai probably sensed the change of ownership of the Dali Kingdom, so he hurried on to investigate the situation.

The army should still be behind, and it would take at least two days to arrive.

Therefore, the crisis cannot come from King Yangzhai. As for Tu Lei, one of the three marshals, it is even more impossible for him to be in such a crisis, even if he is holding the treasure feather fan.

So, where does this crisis come from?

Lu Yishan pressed his palms on the handguards of the wheelchair, frowning, the star chart was shaking, and countless stars were falling, improving Dali's defense.

Su Muzhe came over relaxedly, looking at the battle outside the capital, and took a deep breath.

That battle was no longer something she could support.

In the battle of the Tenth Realm, even if she breaks out the Dayan Sword Formation now, it will have little impact and it will be difficult to change the situation of the battle.

"Sir, what's wrong?" Su Muzhe asked after observing Lu Yishan's solemn expression.

Wang Yansheng has indeed just broken through the tenth realm, and is indeed a little behind King Yangzhai in the second disaster realm. Maybe Lu Yishan is worried about this.

"No, although Master Wang's cultivation is one level worse than King Yangzhai, he will not necessarily be defeated. Master Wang feeds the sword with his soul, and the soul is integrated into the sword. His control over the sword is very good. King Yang Zhai is comparable, even if both are treasures, Master Wang can still hold them."

"That's not what I'm worried about..."

Lu Yishan let out a breath.

boom!

!

The battle outside the capital became more and more fierce. Wang Yansheng went all out, his fighting spirit was boiling, and he did not hold back at all. The sword light rose from the ground, shredding the ground and smashing the air!

However, after all, King Yangzhai was in a disaster situation and was superior to Wang Yansheng in terms of hard power.

The sword struck down, and the light of the sword seemed to cut through half of the sky. A knife mark was opened on the ground. On both sides of the ravine, smoke and dust rolled like sand.

The cracks in Wang Yansheng's robes were repaired, revealing the muscular body underneath. This was a tyrannical body forged by a swordsmith who wielded hammers for many years.

At this moment, there are also knife marks all over the body, and the sizzling knife energy is like a living thing trying to penetrate from the wounds.

Wang Yansheng held the iron sword and gently rubbed it with two fingers. The sword trembled and roared, shattering the sword energy all over his body.

"You are very strong, but... I will not let you destroy Dali."

Wang Yansheng held an iron sword, his frosty hair floating like a sword, staring at the burly King Yangdi holding a dark sword as big as a ruler, and said in a deep voice.

"Even with your own strength, you can't break the capital of Dali."

The sword energy around Wang Yansheng was raging and entangled like a tornado.

King Yangzhai had strong black hair, wore a fur coat, and his eyes were as deep as the stars. He did not veto because what Wang Yansheng said was true.

The city defense formation in the capital of a country, blessed by the fate of the country, is extremely powerful and difficult to break without a large army. Even the strongest in the ten realms cannot easily break through.

If Emperor Yuan Meng came in person, he might be able to break it, but he, King Yangdi, couldn't.

What's more, Wang Yansheng is still involved and blocking it.

"What you said makes sense... However, the Yuanmeng army is already on the road, and the Yuanmeng cavalry is invincible. The current city defense formation in the capital of Dali lacks national destiny and can be broken easily. You cannot hold it for long."

"Although I don't know why the national destiny of the city defense formation is missing...but since it is an opportunity, I will seize it."

Yangdi Wang Dandan said.

The aura on his body became more and more majestic, the fire of Nirvana and the God-breaking wind were intertwined around him, and the true avenue was manifested, hanging down across the sky, unparalleled in dominance.

"Then let's fight."

Wang Yansheng tapped the edge of the sword with one finger, and the sword energy was spitting out like a green snake.

"What good is it for you to die in battle? You finally made it to the Tenth Realm and died fighting for Dali. Don't you feel it's a loss? After all, you are a practitioner of Jianchi Palace. Even if Dali changes its owner now, you can still die fighting for it. How can my heart be happy?"

King Yang Zhai gently raised the black sword and said calmly.

Wang Yansheng smiled casually when he heard this: "Today's Dali belongs to the young master, and I fight for the young master. I have no regrets! I believe that as long as the young master is alive, Jianchi Palace... sooner or later the sword will conquer the world!"

King Yangzhai naturally knew who the young master Wang Yansheng was talking about. He was just surprised. King Yangzhai's trust in Anle gave him a vaguely familiar feeling, just like the trust that practitioners of the Yuanmeng Empire had in Emperor Yuanmeng. generally.

King Yangdi finally understood why Zuo Xiang Boyan said that Anle would become the biggest threat to the Yuan-Meng Empire's unification of the world.

"Anle..."

King Yangzhai murmured, and the sword energy spurted out from the broadsword.

suddenly.

King Yangdi's eyes narrowed slightly.

Wang Yansheng, whose sword energy was raging, also frowned, his frosty hair flew up, and his complexion changed slightly.

However, they saw silver snakes flying, majestic pressure coming across, the space torn apart, terrifying space cracks intertwined, like black spider webs spreading densely outside the capital of Dali!

Fairy sounds are lingering, fairy music fills the sky, there are endless rays of light and a thousand ribbons of auspicious clouds!

Such an unusual situation made King Yangzhai and Wang Yansheng look solemn in an instant.

The most important thing is that one after another the aura of the avenue falls across the sky, like a beam of light, dazzling, vibrating and intertwined, extremely domineering.

Under the pillar of light, there were figures one after another, lingering with immortal energy, with muscles of ice and bones of jade.

The silver space power intertwined and fluctuated. After the space calmed down, these four figures walked out of it, and the powerful spiritual power spread like the tide of a great lake.

"God of Heaven?!"

King Yangzhai's eyes narrowed and his heart was shaken.

Wang Yansheng held the sword in his hand, his whole body tense, and there was a surge of murderous intent.

� shrouded his whole body and gave him goosebumps.

In the capital of Dali, Lu Yishan took a deep breath. Sure enough... the biggest crisis did not come from King Yangdi.

But it comes from these... the immortals from heaven.

Lu Yishan's eyes flickered and stars surged.

Are these people obviously not mortal beings, immortals from heaven who descended from the descendants of the Tiger Amber Immortal Lord who came out of the tomb of the First Emperor?

As for why it appeared here, Lu Yishan understood it after thinking for a moment.

These immortals are naturally here for the young master!

"The First Emperor's coffin..."

Lu Yishan rubbed his palms and slowly closed his eyes.

Sure enough, outside the capital of Dali.

The leader of the Immortal Prodigy, with indifferent eyes, intertwined with brilliant silver light, glanced at King Yang Zhai and Wang Yansheng. The two ten realms... were indeed beyond his expectation, but that was all.

This time, the four geniuses of the White Tiger Family who received the power of the White Tiger Family to bring their souls into the human world are all those whose names have been left on the Immortal Pride Monument.

The strongest one is naturally the leader, Hu Xuankong, who masters the avenue of space. He is a young genius from the White Tiger family and left his name seventy-seven on the Immortal Pride Monument.

The remaining three are Huhuangshi, Huhuangyin, and Huhuangsha. The names on the Xianjiao Monument are all out of the hundred. Although the names on the Xianjiao Monument are not high, it depends on who they are compared with. Those whose names are left on the monument are the five ancient immortal families in the sky, as well as the prodigies of heaven. The most evil ones have even set foot in the realm of the original immortal king.

Their names on the Immortal Pride Monument are not high, but in the human world, they have the confidence to crush everything.

Hu Xuankong's gaze passed over Wang Yansheng and landed in the capital of Dali. His brows were slightly furrowed, and the silver light in his eyes was flowing, as if he was sensing the aura of the First Emperor's coffin, but he did not feel it.

"Taoist Qingyun said that the young man should be called Anle... Isn't this boy in the city?"

Hu Xuankong's eyes were cold and ruthless, without any emotion, and he looked at the people and practitioners in the capital of Dali from a bird's eye view.

boom!

!

King Yangzhai's scalp was numb at the moment. Among the four ten realms, the leader among them had mastered the avenue of space, which was extremely impressive. How could he not be afraid of the sudden appearance of such a lineup.

After his expression changed for a moment, King Yangzhai raised his hand and grabbed Tu Lei, who was already trembling under the aura of the Tenth Realm, with five fingers, and directly turned into a sword and pierced the air and left.

Hu Xuankong glanced at the departing King of Yangzhai, smiled disdainfully, and did not pursue him. The purpose of their coming to the world was to obtain the coffin of the First Emperor Ying Qin and seal his body that was about to transform into a drought demon.

Tens of thousands of years on earth, but only a hundred years in heaven. Hu Xuankong has still heard the name of the first emperor of the world, Ying Qin. That battle against the sky was so vigorous that the White Tiger family shed blood because of it. Many immortal kings fell, even some powerful ones. Bloodshed.

We attach great importance to any transformation of the First Emperor Ying Qin and will never allow the Battle of Defeating Heaven to reappear.

Wang Yansheng did not respond. He sensed the surging murderous intent of Hu Xuankong and others. These people... were targeting the young master and were extremely dangerous.

The big sleeves are swaying, the arm bones are shining, the sword energy is raging and filial.

Wang Yansheng held the sword in his hand. The sword was as bright as a dragon and sharp. He did not flinch and wanted to fight.

Hu Xuankong's eyes shifted from the Dali capital and fell on Wang Yansheng, with the corners of his lips raised slightly.

The next moment, the silver light from Hu Xuankong's body was released, rolling like a silver snake, intertwining and lashing into the void. The body disappeared directly. When it reappeared, it was already within a few feet of Wang Yansheng's side, raising the power of space. The huge condensed palm slapped down hard.

Wang Yansheng's beard and hair were flying, his eyes were shining, and he was under terrible pressure, but he was not afraid. His clothes were torn, revealing his bronzed muscular body. He grasped the sword to the length of the river and held it out brazenly.

The soul in the sword was melted by the sword's light, causing the sword to be cast in a glow of rays of light.

Cut open the silver dragons one after another, and chop straight into the huge palm!

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