Chapter 221: Reaching the First Holy Mountain to Refine the Mountain and River Cauldron, a Crisis that Makes Master Lu Uneasy Arrives

In the mountain and river cauldron, there is a picture scroll, spread out flatly, with rosy clouds surging.

Strange mountains and rivers, grasslands and lakes, plains and canyons, cities and villages, etc... can all be presented one by one in the scroll with incomparable clarity.

This is different from the mountain and river pictures of the Wen Yuan that Anle saw in the Imperial Examination of the Great Zhao Dynasty. The mountains and river pictures of the Wen Yuan were pictures painted by the great Confucian who walked around the world and integrated his own awe-inspiring words into his pen and ink.

It's not even a treasure, just a first-grade magic weapon.

The pictures inside are ink-like, and they are all false. Although they incorporate the will of the great scholars in the academy, they are obviously not comparable to the pictures of mountains and rivers presented by the real Shanhe Tripod.

As the national destiny of the Dali Kingdom, swallowed up by the invincible force, poured into it, the pictures of the mountains and rivers became more and more lifelike. Anle could even see all the pictures in the Dali Kingdom in a single thought.

Such a strange scene is very novel to Anle, as if he has a real-time map of the entire Dali, and he can click wherever he wants to see.

Of course, it is limited to the scope of Dali Kingdom, because the two mountain and river cauldrons only light up the scope of Dali Kingdom.

Although the Dali Kingdom has never recognized that it belongs to the scope of China-Earth, Shanhe Ding has ignored it and directly included it, and it can only be regarded as a corner of the country.

What really attracted Anle's attention was the third mountain and river tripod shown on the mountain and river community map.

Condensed by luck, it appears ethereal.

Anle subconsciously reached out and grabbed the third Mountain and River Cauldron.

In an instant, it was as if the clouds high in the sky were torn apart, the mountains and rivers changed, and the stars and rivers turned around.

Anle's entire figure seemed to be directly pulled by the Mountain and River Cauldron in an instant, and disappeared in place.

On the star-catching stage.

Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe, who were admiring this unique masterpiece of the Star Reaching Platform, both felt that the aura of peace and joy disappeared in an instant.

Almost as soon as an afterimage passed by, Wang Yansheng's figure had already appeared in the Anle retreat.

"Gone?"

Su Muzhe also appeared, with surprise in his eyes.

"Master An...where have you gone?"

"Aren't you in retreat? Why did you disappear suddenly?"

Anle disappeared so suddenly, almost out of thin air. Not to mention a reaction, he didn't even have time to move his eyes.

"Mr. An doesn't look like he's leaving without saying goodbye. It's possible that there was some minor accident during his practice. Otherwise, if he had gone anywhere, he would have said something to us."

"Besides, Mr. Lu just said that what Dali is about to face is the attack of the Yuanmeng cavalry. Without the help of Dali's national destiny that he has devoured, the city defense formation will be easily torn apart. When the time comes... Dali will be in trouble. Keep it."

Wang Yansheng frowned.

It's not impossible to leave An Le, but at this point, something is... not appropriate.

"Palace Master, you wait here. It would be best if the young master comes back. If he doesn't come back, you have to protect the star-catching platform. I will go find Mr. Lu and discuss countermeasures. If the young master really cannot come back in time, we may have to Be prepared to retreat."

"With the current situation in Dali, it is impossible to deal with Yuan Meng's cavalry."

After Wang Yansheng finished speaking, the sword light appeared in his arm bones, and instantly burst out from the star-picking platform, illuminating the brilliance of dawn, and his body stretched out as fast as a shooting star.

Su Muzhe's face was solemn, her eyebrows were shining, the sword palace was looming, and the swords hanging one after another were clanging in it.

She unreservedly released her energy, her soul surged, and she sensed the surroundings, trying to sense whether Anle was still around, but unfortunately, she did not capture any aura.

The peace and happiness disappeared without a trace, and I don’t know where it went.

But Wang Yansheng didn't relax very far.

Lu Yishan, who was dealing with domestic affairs in Dali, sensed that he had a stargazing map and was very sensitive to the situation in Dali.

As soon as the breath of peace disappeared from the capital of Dali, he had already noticed it.

After handing over some tasks to trusted civil and military officials, Wang Yansheng's figure emerged from the palace in the form of overflowing sword light.

"The young master suddenly disappeared."

Wang Yansheng's hair was flying, her sleeves were fluttering, and she looked like a bohemian swordsman.

After his cultivation reached the tenth level, his longevity increased and he looked more handsome.

"I feel that it is strange that the young master has disappeared, but we don't have to worry... with the young master's temperament, he will not disappear for no reason. Something must have happened that he cannot control."

"We will wait for a while. As for the attack of the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry, it will take at least two days to set off from Yuanmeng and march to Dali, even if it is equipped with a Sky Demon Horse. We will wait a moment."

Lu Yishan said softly, his voice was very calm and not in a hurry.

"The worst case scenario is that we withdraw from Dali and no longer hold on."

"Young Master has devoured the national destiny of Dali. Now the national destiny belongs to Young Master. As long as Young Master does not die, we will be the orthodoxy of Dali. As for the capital, it is not a big problem to give it to Yuan Meng. The worst is to take it back later."

Lu Yishan was very indifferent. Although An Le's sudden disappearance caught them off guard, the impact was not big.

Wang Yansheng also calmed down and was no longer as anxious as before.

"I wonder where the young master has gone..." Wang Yansheng frowned, he was still really worried about Anle's safety.

After all, the current Jianchi Palace has been completely bound to Anle.

Lu Yishan held a book in his hand, which recorded the situation of Dali's treasury, and heard Wang Yansheng's muttering.

"The young master disappeared in seclusion, which is obviously related to his cultivation. Lu guessed that the reason why the young master suddenly disappeared must be related to space. It was not the Mohist space seal, but the two mountain and river tripods..."

"The disappearance of the space seal must have strong space fluctuations. You and Mu Zhe could not have reacted in time, so the space seal is ruled out. Obviously, the young master's disappearance... is related to the mountain and river tripod."

Lu Yishan leaned back in the chair, pointed at the book with his fingers, and his eyes suddenly became clear and smiled.

"Maybe, the young master... ran to a holy mountain?"

"The Saint Master turned the seven mountain and river tripods into seven holy mountains. The only ones who can summon the young master to leave are the other mountain and river tripods..."

Wang Yansheng smacked his lips, stroked his beard, and looked at Lu Yishan as if he was looking at a monster.

Are all people who use their brains so terrible?

You can analyze so much from just a few clues?

In front of such a person, wouldn't there be any secrets?

It looked so scary, fortunately Lao Lu was in the same group with him.

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It was as if he was falling from a thousand feet high, tearing apart the clouds and letting the mountains appear before his eyes.

When his eyes were clear, Anle found himself on the top of a mountain, lush and green, with trees in the forest, drizzling, and misty in the mountains.

Anle's white clothes were whiter than snow, stepping on the muddy mountain road, stepping on the bluestone, and fell into deep thought, looking around, as if analyzing the location where he appeared.

The two mountain and river tripods have returned to the ridge, floating quietly, and the two mountain and river tripods that have been refined to the extreme are now very well-behaved, and it feels like they are at your fingertips.

Although Anle is still unable to fully exert the power of the mountain and river tripod, it is because of his own lack of cultivation. When his cultivation is improved, he will naturally be able to master it and exert the power of the mountain and river tripod.

"Is this... a mountain?"

"A holy mountain?"

An Le pondered. He was not stupid. The third Mountain and River Cauldron on the Mountain and River Society Map might be a call from the Mountain and River Cauldron.

Where is the Mountain and River Cauldron?

Of course, it is among the many holy mountains. In addition to the Mountain and River Cauldron on the seventh mountain, which was refined by him, the Mountain and River Cauldron in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor was also refined by him.

The remaining Mountain and River Cauldrons are distributed in two locations.

The other six holy mountains, and... the Heavens, the White Tiger Family.

There was a Mountain and River Cauldron that was plundered by the mighty power of the White Tiger Family ten thousand years ago. Now its whereabouts are unknown. It is probably lost in the White Tiger Family.

This third Mountain and River Cauldron certainly cannot be the Mountain and River Cauldron lost in the Heavens.

After all, there are two realms between them, and the Mountain and River Society Map cannot present a cross-realm picture, because the mountains and rivers depict the mountains and rivers of the human world, not the land of the immortal world.

An Le's eyebrows glowed brightly, and his soul spread out, instantly covering the entire mountain.

In his perception, two figures appeared soon, with strong and majestic auras. They were actually two practitioners who had reached the perfection of the ninth realm...

The two seemed to sense Anle's aura, and suddenly opened their eyes, with great surprise surging in their eyes.

"This..."

The two looked at each other, and the next moment, they set off one after another. In a few breaths, they rushed to Anle's front.

"Who is coming? This is the first holy mountain, you can't trespass! Leave quickly, and I'll spare your life!"

The cold shout exploded between the mountains, and a majestic spirit, wrapped in the pressure of the entire mountain, swept towards Anle.

However, Anle laughed when he heard it.

"The first holy mountain..."

"What a coincidence."

Facing the pressure from the visitor, Anle raised his hand and knocked lightly, and the pressure that was like a mountain overturning collapsed, and could no longer form any oppression.

The two visitors who had reached the perfection of the ninth realm suddenly changed color.

But one of them saw Anle, recognized Anle, and his eyes narrowed.

"I am Ao Lian, the guardian of the First Mountain, and I meet the Seventh Mountain Master!"

A figure that looked like a little Taoist boy fell down. He was not tall, only the size of an ordinary child, but Anle knew that the child in front of him was not a human.

A strong demonic aura surged, and there was a special blood power.

"Dragon clan?" Anle was startled and raised his eyebrows.

Every mountain master will choose a mountain guardian. At the beginning, the Sixth Mountain Master chose a mountain guardian, which caused a lot of uproar.

As the First Mountain Master Yan Tongshu became a mountain master early, he naturally had a mountain guardian.

The little Taoist boy Ao Lian did not have the slightest arrogance in front of Anle, but was very humble. The reason was simple, because Anle was the mountain master, and he was just a mountain guardian. Even if Anle was the seventh mountain master and could not manage the first mountain, the hierarchy was here.

"Replying to the mountain master, I am indeed a dragon, from the East China Sea dragon lineage. Three hundred years ago, because I caused trouble, I was sent to the First Mountain by the Dragon King. I worshipped the First Mountain Master and became a mountain keeper, intending to cultivate my mind and cultivate my character." The little Taoist boy Ao Lian said with a smile.

Anle's eyes sparkled. He is indeed a dragon.

Outside the continent, there is a vast ocean. The ocean is the world of the dragon. It is divided into four seas and there are four major dragons. Ten thousand years ago, the Qin Dynasty unified the world and was extremely powerful. He made the four seas united and the four dragons came to worship.

Unfortunately, with the collapse of the Qin Dynasty, there are very few grand occasions of the four dragons surrendering.

Anle nodded, without saying much, turned his head and looked at another figure who descended. He was also not a human. He had a strong demonic aura on his body, but unlike Ao Lian, he did not have the blood of the dragon clan.

"I am Bai Yu, originally from the Kunpeng Mountain demon clan. Five hundred years ago, I worshipped the First Mountain and became a mountain keeper."

The man was graceful, and although he was full of demonic energy, he looked like an immortal, not like a demon at all.

A demon who had reached the ninth level could be called a great demon, and with the addition of a dragon who had reached the ninth level.

The two mountain guards of Yan Tongshu were both strong.

However, Anle was not surprised, because the first mountain master Yan Tongshu himself was a strong man who had reached the tenth level, and it was not too much to take in two mountain guards who had reached the ninth level.

"The first mountain master has now rebelled against the holy mountain, why haven't you left yet?"

Anle asked doubtfully.

He was not worried that the two would attack him. With his current combat power, he was not afraid of a real dragon and a great demon.

"The mountain master is joking. It is our blessing to be able to worship in the holy mountain to practice. The first mountain master has betrayed the holy mountain, but we are still the mountain keepers. Unless the holy master asks to expel us, or the new first mountain master expels us and chooses new mountain keepers, we will always be the mountain keepers of the first mountain."

Ao Lian said with a smile.

The great demon Bai Yu naturally meant the same thing. Being able to become a mountain keeper of the holy mountain is a noble status and has a layer of protection. When the holy master and the new mountain master have not driven them away, if they do not leave, it means that they have not given up the status of mountain keepers. For the world, this status still has a deterrent effect.

"You see it clearly." An Le smiled.

He naturally had no good feelings for Yan Tongshu and repeatedly plotted against him, but there was no need to implicate these two mountain keepers.

"I wonder why the seventh mountain master came to the first mountain...?"

Ao Lian asked curiously.

The two of them had naturally heard about the legendary Seventh Mountain Master, Yan Tongshu, the First Mountain Master, who had to give up his position as the Holy Mountain Master because of Anle.

Now, this legendary figure appeared before them, and the two of them naturally released their curiosity.

Anle did not hide it, and directly stated his purpose: "There is a Mountain River Cauldron hidden in the belly of the First Mountain. I will refine the Mountain River Cauldron."

Ao Lian and Bai Yu were stunned, and then took a deep breath.

Refining the Mountain River Cauldron...

That is something that even the First Mountain Master is not qualified to do.

As mountain keepers, they naturally knew how much Yan Tongshu coveted the Mountain River Cauldron in the belly of the mountain. It was a treasure that contained the great fortune of the mountains and rivers in the world. For a cultivator like Yan Tongshu who cultivated fortune, it was like a deadly poison.

However, the Saint Master did not allow it, so Yan Tongshu did not dare to take it.

He had been coveting it for hundreds of years, but the Saint Master allowed a younger generation who had just become the Seventh Mountain Master to refine the Mountain River Cauldron... There is no harm without comparison.

Perhaps this is also the reason why Yan Tongshu targeted Anle.

"Are you going to stop me?" Anle, whose white clothes were whiter than snow, looked at the two and chuckled.

Ao Lian and Bai Yu hurriedly bowed and saluted: "I dare not."

Dare the mountain keeper to attack the mountain master?

That's because he was too comfortable with being despised. Once it is known, not only will the mountain keeper's identity be dismissed, but he will even be sanctioned by the major mountain masters and even the saint master.

Practicing in the holy mountain can get the increase brought by the mountain and river tripod and speed up the practice. For the monsters and dragons, the benefits are huge, because most monsters and dragons are based on growth. The more mature they are, the stronger they are. Although they also have matching practice methods and scriptures, the transformation brought by time accounts for a large proportion.

Practicing in the holy mountain can increase the speed of practice without affecting the transformation brought by time. Therefore, the benefits of practicing in the holy mountain are huge.

Besides, they really dare not stop Anle.

The two could clearly feel a strong sense of crisis from Anle.

If they really dared to attack, they... would most likely be killed.

Although the strength of the seventh mountain master in front of them was only the eighth level of perfection,... it seemed that he had the power to compete with the ninth level of perfection.

Anle looked at the two of them deeply. Ao Lian and Bai Yu lowered their heads, not daring to make any unusual movements, for fear that Anle would think they were going to attack.

"In that case, I will enter the mountain first."

Anle said indifferently, no longer paying attention to the two. With a move of his mind, he disappeared directly from the spot and entered the mountain of the first mountain.

On the top of the mountain, a breeze was blowing.

Bringing a little coolness.

Ao Lian and Bai Yu looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness: "If the Mountain River Cauldron is refined by the Seventh Mountain Master, then there will be no reason for us to stay in the Holy Mountain, because the effect of the Holy Mountain on the increase of cultivation mainly comes from the Mountain River Cauldron. Without the Mountain River Cauldron, the Holy Mountain cannot be called a Holy Mountain... If we continue to stay, it will be no different for cultivation and it will be meaningless."

"Where is our future way out?"

Both of them were confused as they thought about their future way out.

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An Le appeared in the belly of the mountain. In the empty belly of the mountain, there were bronze lamps lit, and the lights were swaying, reflecting the quiet and dark belly of the mountain, which was cold.

The belly of the mountain was not very dilapidated, and it looked like no one had ever set foot in it. Instead, it was quite warm, and there were even stone beds and stone tables, like a large room.

There were many ancient scrolls scattered on the stone table, including yellowed books, bamboo slips with seal characters, and even a pair of tortoise shells with very ancient characters engraved on them.

It is obvious that Yan Tongshu often comes here. While observing the Shanhe Ding, he also uses the power of the Shanhe Ding to improve himself.

After all, the Mountain and River Tripod is a treasure. Even if it cannot be refined, the place where the Mountain and River Tripod is located can automatically absorb the energy between heaven and earth, and even induce the power of the Great Dao, so it is very helpful for cultivation.

This is also the main reason why Ao Lian and Bai Yu, a dragon and a demon, chose to stay in the First Mountain as mountain keepers.

When An Le appeared here, his eyes were attracted by the Mountain and River Tripod that was suspended in the center.

This is the third Mountain and River Tripod that An Le has come into contact with. It was cast by the ancient human emperor. It is ancient, mysterious and profound.

An Le carefully discovered that although the three Mountain and River Tripods he has come into contact with so far are all three-legged bronze tripods, they actually have subtle differences in style.

The three tripods have unique styles and are not the same tripod. If you observe carefully, it is easy to distinguish them.

For example, the difference in patterns, the subtle changes in the engraved patterns, etc., can all be used to distinguish them. An Le does not feel strange about this.

Each Mountain and River Tripod is unique, which is easy to understand.

"I refined two Mountain River Cauldrons, integrated the national destiny of Dali, and presented a mountain river and state map. In the scroll, the third Mountain River Cauldron was condensed with the destiny. When I touched the Mountain River Cauldron, I was teleported here... It seems that there should be a connection between the Mountain River Cauldrons."

"That is to say, if I refine eight Mountain River Cauldrons, I will have the opportunity to sense the ninth Mountain River Cauldron that was taken away and replaced by the Heaven."

An Le's eyes were bright, and a smile appeared on his face.

He was teleported here by the third Mountain River Cauldron, which made him happy, because from this point of view, the ninth lost Mountain River Cauldron had the possibility of being retrieved, giving his Bingzhu Sutra a chance to be completed, and An Le was naturally happy.

Although An Le firmly believed that the ninth Mountain River Cauldron would return sooner or later, even if the cauldron was looted into the Heaven and lost in an unknown place, he still felt a little scared and confused.

After all, the heavens are separated from the human world, and it is not easy to set foot in them. Moreover, the heavens are vast and boundless, much larger than the mountains and rivers in the human world. Perhaps only when the mountains and rivers in the human world have not shrunk can they be compared with the heavens.

Now, Anle has the confidence to find the ninth Mountain and River Cauldron, which is equivalent to seeing hope, and he is naturally much happier.

Raising his hand to touch the Mountain and River Cauldron, the military tactics are integrated into his body, and the scripture route of the Nine Cauldrons Military Master Sutra is automatically presented. The spine roars, and the surging mountain and river breath is sprinkled, echoing with the third Mountain and River Cauldron.

The Mountain and River Cauldron trembles, and the entire First Mountain is shaking.

Anle has already had a lot of experience in refining the Mountain and River Cauldron, but he is not too worried and uneasy, and even has a few things in mind.

Qi, blood and mental power emerge from the body and rush into the Mountain and River Cauldron.

Invisibly, a vague connection with the Mountain and River Cauldron is established.

Roar!

The spine was like a blood-colored dragon that had just emerged, winding and circling, and lingered towards the third Mountain and River Cauldron.

After a while, the third Mountain and River Cauldron was drawn in and returned to the spine.

The third Mountain and River Cauldron entered the spine, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and slammed fiercely on the vast sea, causing the calm blood in the body to explode into ripples and white waves that rushed into the sky, presenting a huge wave that spread out in circles!

Anle's blood that had stopped at the Eight Realms of Perfection actually began to rise slowly at this moment!

However, soon, Anle's face changed slightly.

Because...

In the third Mountain and River Cauldron, there was actually a breath of Yuanshen that did not belong to the Mountain and River Cauldron!

A shadow that was extremely vague slowly rose from the Mountain and River Cauldron.

Like a mud monster rising slowly from a mud swamp, the mud monster opened its eyes, a pair of deep and indifferent eyes, as if shooting directly at the outside world, staring at Anle's soul.

The black figure floated above the third mountain and river tripod, slowly grinning.

"Old Seven..."

Anle's eyes burst out with an extremely strong murderous intent!

"Uncle Yan Tong!

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In Mount Li, the storm is still there, and the snow is all over the sky.

As the seal of the ancient tomb of Mount Li was created, all the ten-level masters, including the Yuan Meng Emperor, were forbidden to enter, and the entire mountain fell into the ice and snow.

Even the nine-level masters could not get close to this mountain. If they did not have a strong enough cultivation base to support them, they would easily be frozen into ice and fall into it.

In the ancient tomb of Mount Li, the underground palace still exists. With the departure of Anle and others, the ancient battlefield of immortals continued to collapse and disappear, and was swallowed by the space turbulence, but the underground palace and the ancient tomb were not torn apart in the space cracks.

At this moment, in the underground palace, many masters had already stopped fighting, divided into camps, and confronted each other.

But in While confronting each other, they were also absorbing the immortal monarch essence that permeated the air of the underground palace.

Being sealed in the underground palace, many powerful people actually didn't care too much. As for the influence of the outside world, except for a few people, the rest of them didn't really care that much.

At their level, they care more about their own future and whether they can continue their lives.

But now, being sealed in it has given them a thought of breakthrough, because if they can thoroughly understand the immortal monarch essence lingering in the air, they may be able to break through their own shackles and rub out the opportunity and qualifications to impact the next path.

The Yuan Meng Emperor has the most majestic aura. As the strongest person in the underground palace, when refining the last dragon vein power, the aura on his body has also undergone a subtle transformation in the process of refining.

The old sword master, the old heavenly master and other strong men watched, and there was a strong urge to interrupt the breakthrough of the Yuan Meng emperor, but this urge was quickly suppressed by them.

Because they knew that even if they took action, they could not interrupt the breakthrough of the Yuan Meng emperor.

It would even break the balance in the underground palace at the moment, and provoke the Yuan Meng emperor to attack them. With their strength, they can only barely compete with the Yuan Meng emperor by joining forces with the Time Buddha, the Lingzhu Master and other strong men.

On the other side, Yan Tongshu sat cross-legged, and was isolated like the Yuan Meng emperor.

However, Yan Tongshu didn't care. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

A smile of expectation appeared on the old face.

"I have left three foreshadowings in the world, all of which are aimed at you, Anle... Now, the first foreshadowing is triggered, and I want to see if this existence that is not in the destiny can be strangled by me!"

Yan Tongshu smiled at the corner of his lips.

He naturally knew that Anle wanted to refine the Mountain and River Cauldron. Like Emperor Yuan Meng, he took a different path, but in essence, it was the right path.

This was a path opened up by the ancient emperors, with a bright future.

Emperor Yuan Meng was about to succeed, but Anle... had just started, and it was precisely because he had just started that he could be strangled.

Yan Tongshu was planning to seize this opportunity.

There was a Mountain and River Cauldron hidden in the belly of each mountain of the Holy Mountain. Yan Tongshu had observed the Mountain and River Cauldron for hundreds of years and lived with it regardless of eating and drinking.

However, over the years, the Holy Master had not allowed him to refine the Mountain and River Cauldron. If he forced to refine it, he would be disturbed by the Holy Master's will and fail. Of course, Yan Tongshu also understood that even without the Holy Master's interference, he would fail.

To refine the Mountain and River Cauldron, you need a destiny that can carry destiny.

He, Yan Tongshu, might be a little worse, like Emperor Yuan Meng had such a destiny.

Yan Tongshu certainly believed in destiny and followed the way of heaven. This was the path he had been taking.

Therefore, he left a trace of his own soul power in the Mountain River Cauldron. That soul can burst out the power of his body. When Anle refines the Mountain River Cauldron, he can complete the ultimate kill and wipe out this existence that is not in his destiny, so that his Tao can be complete and take that crucial step.

Yan Tongshu sensed at this moment that the soul power he left in the Mountain River Cauldron was activated.

This means that Anle began to refine the Mountain River Cauldron in his first mountain.

This Mountain River Cauldron that he has been with for hundreds of years is going to be refined by Anle and will eventually leave him. Yan Tongshu felt extremely unwilling and resentful of his preference for the Saint Master.

In the underground palace, many strong men are practicing, refining the diffused origin of the Immortal King and trying to impact and transform.

Yan Tongshu slowly opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Help me prove the Tao, Lao Qi."

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Qingcheng Mountain, Zhenwu Temple.

The gate of heaven fell to the human world, but it was covered by Taoist Qingyun's means, shielding this mighty breath.

The powerful existence behind the gate, his eyes were as vast as the stars, and the breath was intertwined, surging like a huge wave.

His eyes passed through the gate and fell on Taoist Qingyun.

The meaning was very clear, asking Taoist Qingyun why he led the gate of heaven.

"Shangxian, something happened in the human world, and the master of the temple was sealed in the ancient tomb where Qin Shihuang was buried, and it was difficult to leave."

"But the master of the temple sent back his thoughts and told me that Qin Shihuang's coffin had left the ancient tomb, and Qin Shihuang had laid a plan for eternity, hunting down the immortal Hu Amber who had suppressed him for thousands of years, taking the origin of Hu Amber, and wanted to complete the feat of transforming his corpse into Hanba."

Taoist Qingyun held a peach wood sword, pinched the seal, and said seriously.

However, just as Taoist Qingyun finished speaking,

The eyes of the immortal behind the door suddenly shrank, and then an even more terrifying aura surged over. Even the origin immortal king of the eleventh realm behind the door was extremely respectful under this aura.

"Ying Qin wants to transform into Hanba? Hanba is a mythical creature, comparable to the ancient gods and demons. Once the transformation is successful, it is enough to step into the twelfth realm and live a second life... Never allow Ying Qin to succeed! Stop him! At all costs!"

The mighty voice came, illusory, and no one knew where it came from.

It seemed to be in the sky, and it seemed to be around Qingcheng Mountain, and it seemed to be in everyone's ears and minds.

It was like between heaven and earth, everywhere.

Taoist Qingyun was horrified. What kind of existence is this?

It is definitely an existence beyond the eleventh realm immortal king!

Taoist Qingyun was in the early stage of the Ten Realms and Three Disasters. He had survived the Thunder of Annihilation and his own cultivation was at the top of the world. Except for a few powerful people who had reached the Ten Realms, such as the Master of the Temple and the Emperor of Yuan Meng, who made him feel difficult, he could easily deal with anyone.

However, at this moment, a voice coming from behind the Heavenly Gate made him feel nervous, as if the other party only needed to flick a finger to kill him!

Taoist Qingyun came down respectfully and immediately told everything he knew clearly.

"Ying Qin hid in the coffin and transformed into Hanba...hidden in a sword? Take this sword and send it to the Heavenly Gate, and you will be rewarded."

The words of the mighty and powerful Heavenly Power were passed down again, pouring in endlessly.

Taoist Qingyun's heart trembled, and his face could not help but condense, and then he showed a look of sadness and said: "Shangxian, Xiaodao junior brother Qingfeng went to get the sword, but he died in the battle... There are no bones left, it is extremely miserable, the temple master was sealed in Lishan Mountain , now Zhenwu Temple only has one statue, Pindao, and Pindao needs to stay in the Zhenwu Ancestral Court and cannot leave. "

Later, Taoist Qingyun introduced Hu Tian, ​​Hu Yue and others in the distance.

Hutian, Huyue and other descendants of the immortals of the White Tiger family did not expect Taoist Qingyun to introduce them in front of such a powerful person. They couldn't help but be extremely excited and knelt down to kowtow.

"A descendant of the ancient White Tiger Immortal family left behind in the human world?"

"Just a bunch of mixed descendants."

"However, after all, the blood of my ancient White Tiger Immortal family flows in my body. It is a good opportunity to carry the will of the top genius in the family..."

"Are you willing to sacrifice yourself?"

The vast words were passed down, and there was no excitement at all about the return of Hu Tian, ​​Hu Yue and others.

Hu Yue raised her head blankly, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

But Hu Tian, ​​who was kneeling on the ground beside him, was frozen and motionless. He, who had perfected the nine realms of cultivation and was the strongest among the descendants, was filled with sadness and endless despair.

Sure enough, God's White Tiger Family doesn't care at all about their descendants left behind in the human world...

They even regard them as bastards.

The return that the descendants of the White Tiger family, such as Lao Xianchang, Hu Hai, and Hucang, have longed for, is nothing but a joke in the eyes of the powerful.

Endless coolness, ridiculous perseverance...

"I don't want to wait!"

"We have worked hard in the Immortal Ancient battlefield for thousands of years and never gave up. We have fought against the stone warriors of Qin. Generations of descendants of the Immortal Ancient family have died. All we want is to be able to return to heaven and see the scenery of heaven. ...I don’t want to sacrifice myself!”

Hu Yue also understood. The girl's eye circles suddenly turned red, her figure was cold, and her heart was cold for the indifference of the White Tiger Immortal Ancient Family.

The cold reality severely impacted her mind, making her almost crazy. Therefore, at this moment, she ignored the pressure of the mighty power in the sky and directly refuted.

She burst into tears as she spoke, explaining how difficult it was for the descendants of the Immortal Ancient Family to persevere in the Immortal Ancient battlefield for thousands of years.

Hu Tian was lying on the side, his whole body was shaking violently, his eyes were red, and he felt sad.

The two remaining descendants of the Immortal Ancient Family also had red eyes, gritted their teeth, and trembled all over. They were moved and moved by Hu Yue's words.

However, the powerful figure behind the Tianmen seemed to be overlooking them from above, indifferent and indifferent. He was not moved by Hu Yue's words at all, and was even unhappy because of Hu Yue's disobedience.

"It's just a miscellaneous blood. It's not worthy to return to the Immortal Ancient Family. The Immortal Ancient Family... doesn't need mixed blood."

Dan Mo's cold words were like the edge of a cold sword, piercing the hearts of Hu Yue, Hu Tian and others.

Hu Yue's delicate body was crumbling, and her eyes were empty and lifeless.

"Your only value in the world now... is to welcome the genius of our White Tiger family to come. This is your supreme honor as a pure blood. You have spent thousands of years of hard work and perseverance, and this is the moment you have been seeking. "

The words that seemed to come from all over the world like a tide hit Hu Yue hard again.

"No!"

Hu Yue screamed in protest.

However.

Behind Tianmen, a terrifying will suddenly dropped. Hu Yue wanted to resist, but she couldn't resist at all.

Hu Tian suddenly rose up and swept towards the outside of Qingcheng Mountain, but Taoist Qingyun took action coldly and pinched the seal a little, and Hu Tian's body, which was perfect in the ninth realm, fell to the ground as if it was being pressed by the mountain.

"Why has Pindao been reluctant to help you? Can't you figure it out?"

Taoist Qingyun sighed.

He had expected this scene.

For the Immortal Ancient Family, the existence of Hu Yue, Hu Tian and others is a blood insult. Not to mention returning, existence is a shame.

The only function is to make it easier for the gods from God to guide them.

The light of the soul fell down one after another. Hu Yue, Hu Tian and two other descendants of the Immortal Ancient Family, the divine light in their eyes dimly died. The soul was cut off, the soul was obliterated, and the body was replaced.

The rain of light continued, and a moment later.

The powerful will behind the Tianmen went away, and the Tianmen closed.

Taoist Qingyun's face showed fatigue, and his soul felt an indescribable difficulty.

The surrounding disciples of Zhenwu Temple are also exhausted. Keeping the Tianmen open is also a big pressure for them. It is definitely not easy to control a magic weapon like Tianmen that transcends the most precious treasures, let alone this time. Carrying the arrival of God’s geniuses.

The eyes of Hu Yue and others were dull for a moment. Suddenly, the divine light in their eyes was turbulent, spirituality emerged, their auras were rising steadily, their flesh and blood were transforming, immortal energy was growing from their flesh and blood, and the fire of Nirvana was burning and intertwined. .

Taoist Qingyun's face shrank slightly and he took a deep breath.

The four descendants of the Immortal Ancient Family bear the arrival of the four Heavenly Prodigies, and their cultivation levels have actually been promoted to the tenth realm!

Among them, the genius who occupies Hutian's body has improved his cultivation to the level of ten realms and two disasters.

His eyes were smart and deep, he twisted his neck and said calmly: "Not bad, although it is mixed blood, but after all, it is the blood of the Tiger Amber Immortal Lord. It is okay to carry the geniuses in the middle reaches of the Immortal Pride Monument like us. If you want to carry the monsters at the front of the Immortal Pride Monument, it is simply not enough, and the will will cause the flesh and blood to fall apart. "

The other three immortal geniuses are also familiar with flesh and blood.

"Where is the young man holding the sword that carries the coffin of Qin Ying?"

The upper world prodigy who occupied Hu Tian's body had deep eyes, and there was immortal energy surging in his eyes. After getting familiar with the body, he looked at Taoist Qingyun and asked.

Taoist Qingyun exhaled, the Immortal Pride Monument of the Heavenly Heaven?

He knew that the master of the temple had mentioned that the Immortal Pride Monument of the Heavenly Heaven was a record of the ranking of the five ancient immortal families of the Heavenly Heaven and the geniuses of the Heavenly Heaven within fifty years.

The geniuses of the Heavenly Heaven who could make the list basically stepped into the ten realms.

After all, the cultivation environment of the Heavenly Heaven and the human world is completely different.

Facing the gazes, Taoist Qingyun held the peach wood sword, smiled gently, and pointed in the direction of Dali.

The upper world prodigy who occupied Hu Tian's body smiled indifferently, and there was a silver light interweaving and bursting around like lightning, enveloping the other three, tearing the space, and escaping into it.

The violent air flow whistled, blowing the hair and beard of Taoist Qingyun. His eyes narrowed slightly. He was actually a genius who mastered the avenue of space!

It seems... Anle is finished!

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The light of dawn rose from the end of the horizon.

It was like a red fireball slowly suspended in the air, rising to a height of ten thousand feet, releasing blazing light, illuminating the mountains and rivers.

The capital of Dali, which had experienced a night of changes, was as quiet as ever from the outside, and the city walls were covered with mottled marks.

The soldiers who were killed by Anle were replaced by a group of people under the command of Lu Yishan. These people were loyal followers of Lu Yishan.

They wore golden armor. Dali Kingdom advocated gold, and their armor was also golden. They lined up on the city wall to patrol, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Suddenly, a general of the Nine Realms, who was in the lead, turned his head and looked outside the capital of Dali Kingdom.

Two figures came quickly, and there was an overwhelming sense of oppression accompanying the two of them.

Boom!

The trees on both sides swayed, pushed away by the terrifying pressure and air waves.

"Enemy attack!"

Without hesitation, the Nine Realms strongman immediately roared, the drums beat, and the bells rang.

After a night of chaos, the capital of Dali was in turmoil again. Many people walked to the streets in a daze, facing the rising sun and looking outside the city.

However, compared with last night, their faces were less worried and more confident, because their national teacher was back. The legendary national teacher created too many miracles and won too many benefits for the people of Dali.

The people trusted this national teacher, and the dignitaries hated and loved this national teacher.

Boom!

The brilliance faded, and the tyrannical blood and qi lingered around him like a belt of smoke. King Yang Di was wearing armor, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and he carried a huge black sword on his back. The whole person was like a long sword out of its sheath, extremely sharp, and wanted to cut everything.

Next to King Yang Di was Marshal Tu Lei, who was strong and muscular, but holding a feather fan of supreme treasure.

Tu Lei was as famous as Wo Xuan, but now that Wo Xuan had fallen, Tu Lei got the treasure instead, and his status and strength were superior to Wo Xuan.

"My Lord, the Dali Kingdom has arrived."

Tu Lei smiled with a self-proclaimed elegance. He was originally a rough man, but holding the feather fan, he became less rough. He felt that he needed to become elegant to be worthy of this treasure.

"Directly attack... or?"

Tu Lei looked at King Yang Di, who had a majestic aura and was surrounded by the fire of Nirvana, and asked.

He naturally followed the lead of King Yang Di. After all, there was a new Ten Realms cultivator in Dali, and that was not something that Tu Lei could deal with.

There was a blazing flame in King Yang Di's eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed the precious black knife behind him.

Instantly, the fierce knife energy kept cutting and impacting all directions.

"Wang Yansheng, come out and fight, let me see the precious sword you have forged!"

King Yang Di spoke in a calm voice.

But the moment it came out, it was like a huge wave rolled up by a big river, hitting the long embankment fiercely and making a terrifying explosion, as if it was about to smash the long embankment.

In the capital of Dali.

All the practitioners only felt a heartbeat, just a voice of calling for battle, which made their blood surge, and there was a faint unbearable impact, which made them almost vomit blood.

Ten Realms!

The one calling for battle outside the city... is a Ten Realms cultivator!

Wang Yansheng, who was talking to Lu Yishan, changed his eyes.

"Here it comes... It's Ge Lie, the Prince of Yangdi of Yuan Meng."

Wang Yansheng took a deep breath.

Lu Yishan's face was solemn, and his fingers on the wheelchair armrest kept moving. A strong sense of crisis lingered in his heart.

"Something is wrong... If it was just Ge Lie, the Prince of Yangdi, coming to attack, it would not be enough to give me such a strong sense of crisis."

"What's wrong? What did I miss?"

Lu Yishan murmured.

Wang Yansheng didn't say much. His frosty hair was like a sword, and his sleeves fluttered. Under his sleeves, his arm bones flashed with sword light, interweaving and tearing the void.

His heart was also boiling with fighting spirit.

Ge Lie, the Prince of Yangdi, was also a master of weapon casting. This was a battle between masters of weapon casting!

He took a step forward, and the sword energy intertwined and flourished.

"Prince of Yangdi, open your dog eyes and take a good look at the sword you can't cast in your lifetime!"

In the arm bones, the long river of swords trembled slightly, emitting a brilliant sword chant.

Wang Yansheng's sleeves fluttered and he swung them violently.

Instantly, the sword light flashed, like a long rainbow, bursting out from the capital of Dali, as fast as a silver lightning.

It rushed towards the Yang Di King who was hanging in the air outside the city, his blood and energy like the ground fire!

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