Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 117 Obtaining Avalokitesvara of the Blood of the Dao Fruit of the Years

In the bloody city, corpses are scattered all over.

The woman in the blood-stained white dress is incomparably glamorous, her clothes are dripping with blood, but her bare feet are like white snow, not stained with blood or dust, she walks out of the city step by step, withering her hair one step at a time, followed by countless twisted souls.

Shaking, heaven and earth whimpered.

Shen Shen Lun Lun, wronged souls go together.

Barefoot fell to the ground, but never landed, the blood-colored clothes howled in the dark wind, accompanied by withered and burning black threads, and every strand of black threads fell, a soul of the dead was burned away.

A severe chill came over the face, even after years, it would completely chill An Le's soul.

He looked at the city, the ancient city couldn't see the name clearly, but he could feel the haunting thoughts of the unjust souls lingering in the city.

Through the burning wolf smoke, among the endless corpses, one can see soldiers standing everywhere, armor piled up, and a flag with the word "Yuanmeng" written on it was crushed by the sword energy and fell down.

This is a slaughtered city!
An Le's heart sank, and she seemed to understand why this master Suzhu, who hadn't shed [-] traces of troubles, would dye his white clothes with blood.

It was killing to stop killing, and the blood splashed from the killing stained his clothes red.

The chief culprit who slaughtered the city was killed by a woman, and the executioner's blood stained the Bodhisattva's white clothes red.

The Bodhisattva crossed the soul and left the city.

A strand of blue silk crosses a dead soul.

There are [-] innocent dead souls in the city, so all their black hair has faded away!

This scene shocked An Le.

The woman walked out of the city all the way, and after walking [-] steps, her black hair fell off.

Behind him was a dense queue of souls who seemed to be migrating, and they were transported away one after another, carrying their nostalgia for the world.

After entering the River of Forgetfulness, after passing through Naihe.

But in this world, where does rebirth and reincarnation come from?

Wisps of sword energy surged up in the city, like mandala flowers blooming in hell one after another.

The female Bodhisattva stood [-] paces outside the city, her clothes drenched with blood flying.

The white-skinned, glamorous woman stood on the desolate road, facing the blood-colored city under the dusk.

Two lines of blood and tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

The gap between the eyebrows was split open, and the sword energy came overwhelmingly, and every strand of sword energy seemed to carry a wisp of dead soul.

In the end, countless sword qi gathered from her Niwan Palace, and in the Niwan Palace, a seven-color heart sword was refined.

At that moment, An Le seemed to see countless figures smiling on the heart sword.

At this point, the picture is like a hazy scroll painting, dissipating in the golden mist.

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In the bumpy car.

The sound of rainwater hitting the roof is still rustling.

An Le slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flickered with complexities, and even some trance and shock still left behind.

It is different from the arrogance of the old man who watched Taimiao crossing the Canglang River in the south.

The picture of the years seen this time made An Le feel a little bit stuck. Through the picture, I saw many innocent people who died, those souls who held hands and followed Master Suzhu in a daze, including the elderly and children. , pregnant women, girls...

Just through this picture, An Le felt the cruelty.

Every drop of blood gathered into a stream of blood contained sin.

Even if the Bodhisattva kills all the city slaughterers, it cannot save the many innocent people who have already perished.

An Le kept silent, Zhao moved south, it was impossible to move all the cities away, the remaining cities were trampled by Yuanmeng iron cavalry, and what innocent people encountered was a boundless nightmare.

[Obtain the Dao Fruit of Time: Blood Avalokitesvara]

[Note 1: Blood Avalokitesvara (Tao Fruit): Avalokitesvara is stained with blood, there is grievance in the world, Avalokitesvara has tears, and the world suffers; call blood Avalokitesvara, and all living beings will fall into the earth]

[Note 2: Blood Avalokitesvara (Dao Fruit): In the land of the dead, you can use the power of the soul to bless your combat power]

A wisp of golden time energy, condensed into a fruit of time.

In front of my eyes, writing on the light blue light curtain appeared, and a reminder about the Dao Fruit of Time [Blood Avalokitesvara] appeared.

What surprised An Le was that there were actually two reminders for the Dao Fruit this time.

Without much joy, An Le calmly observed the efficacy of this Time Dao Fruit.

According to An Le's analysis, the first type should be an active trigger, and the second type is a passive blessing...

However, no matter what, An Le was really not willing to use this Dao Fruit.

With a thought, the long-lost light curtain completely emerged in front of him.

……

【Name: Anle】

[Aura of Time: 0 wisps]

【岁月道果：万古奇才（流金岁月气0/10缕、5/1000缕）、天生剑客（78/100缕）、崩剑（0/100缕）、无畏心、豪气引、音律五杀、血观音】

[Mastering skills: "Sword Waterfall Picture" (14 wisp), "Entraining Qi and Breathing Jue" (1 wisp)]

[Skills mastered: "Ancient Demon Five Birds Classic" (21 strands), "Zhao Zu Changquan (Remnant)" (1 strand)]

……

There are not many changes in the light curtain. All the years of energy absorbed before and after the palace test have been added to the [Natural Swordsman] column. Now, it is still 22 strands away from filling it up. If Anle sees enough practice Those who are naturally able to easily absorb enough.

After all, he can now absorb 25 wisps of time energy in a day.

In addition, the original Bengjian Jin was also blessed with ten wisps of time energy by him, and it was directly upgraded to [Bengjian], which was even more powerful and explosive.

As for other changes, they are not too big. After all, most Dao fruits do not need to be blessed with time energy.

He closed his eyes slightly, leaned against the carriage, and the light curtain disappeared naturally.

An Le concentrates his mind.

Holding his breath and concentrating on it, he stripped away the emotional impact of watching the golden years. After recovering, An Le grabbed the green hill, rubbed it lightly, and sank into the sword of the green hill, contemplating the future sword energy and the green hill.

However, without the help of "Mountains and Rivers", the first-grade calligraphy of the Academy of Arts, it became more difficult for An Le to directly visualize the green mountains of sword energy in the future.

Difficult to break through the dense fog on the surface, and observe the ancient scriptures revealed on it.

The ancient scriptures An Le observes are not yet complete, An Le still has to ponder carefully, slowly visualize, slowly explore, and finally complete the ancient scriptures.

This ancient scripture can exercise both the body and the mind. It is a scripture that can be used for both purposes, and it is extremely practical.

Most importantly, the effect is also very powerful, and it can even be integrated with "Sword Waterfall Picture" and "Ancient Demon Five Birds Classic".

Inside the carriage, it became more and more quiet, and Anle exhaled and breathed, and was immersed in visualization.

The whole body and mind were intertwined, causing a sense of oppression in the carriage.

The old emperor Zhao Huangting slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Anle, and then his eyes fell on Lin Qingyin again. This girl's level of refining gods is only at the refined level, so the coercion of Anle's four realms of primordial spirit still has a great influence on her .

However, the old uncle originally wanted to help Lin Qingyin shield Anle's psychological coercion, but Lin Qingyin shook her head stubbornly, drawing and sketching while bearing Anle's coercion.

Use this coercion to refine the gods!
Zhao Huangting couldn't help showing an admiring smile on his face, and slowly closed his eyes.

The chariot gallops all the way.

It was windy and windy outside, but inside the car was quiet and serene. The practice of practice, the painting, and the sleeping were very peaceful.

……

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What happened in Lin'an Mansion already swept the entire Great Zhao Dynasty like a hurricane.

However, the emperor of the Zhao family still wanted to save face, and with a wave of his hand, he gave people all over the world a set of rhetoric that was contrary to the facts.

It is said that he is the leader of civil and military affairs in peace, and when Chunwei's new division champion wins the first place, he will be rewarded with the second-grade magic weapon dragon blood fire glazed spear. Ordered to expel Lin'an, Xinke champion An Le killed the prime minister's heir first, and helped Hua Jiebing, murdered the court, so the champion and title were deprived, and he will not be an official in this life...

As soon as the news came out, the entire Lin'an Mansion was in an uproar.

Master An, who is famous for his ink bamboo and galloping horse paintings, ended up in such an end. For a while, the literati were all in an uproar. Of course, some people who knew about Mi Xin didn’t say much, but they didn’t know the details. Most of the literati and inkmen gloat over others' misfortune.

However, for Lin'an Mansion, which is as prosperous as a dream, it is common for some people to gain and lose their reputation, and the An family is just one of the many talented people who rise and fall like waves.

When one An master is silent, there will be other masters who will be piled up by the tide, stand at the forefront of the tide, and lead the way.

Of course, there is another event worthy of everyone's elaboration, and even a major event that has attracted the shock of scholars all over the world.

That is Wang Banshan, the third master of the Academy of Arts, who took the initiative to take the position of master.

Some people saw that the old master, wearing a gray cloth shirt, didn't even ask for a chariot, just wearing cloth shoes, and left Lin'an on foot.

Other than that, everything is business as usual in Lin'an.

But no matter how the news is covered up, there will still be clues to the world. For example, the emperor of the Zhao family wants to take Lin Jiahua's heart sword to renew his life for five hundred years. For example, the old emperor Zhao Huangting ignited the fire of Nirvana, scaring the holy monk of Lianhua Temple to cross the sea, and fled overnight with the Buddha on his shoulders...

A bunch of anecdotes, true and false can't be distinguished, just like this, they left Lin'an, flowed into the world, and merged into the rivers and lakes.

On the bright and sunny West Lake, the flower boats are still swaying, singing and singing every night, and the Linhua Pavilion is still a literati, drunk and dreaming.

Lin'an Mansion is still the most prosperous place in the Great Zhao Dynasty after the entire southward migration.

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From Lin'an to Shuzhong, there are many towns on the way.

There will also be many places with excellent scenery in the middle. Although the road to Shu is difficult and it is difficult to go to the blue sky, as the years change and countless people come and go, the Wujian Mountain Road has also been opened up as a wide avenue leading to the inside and outside of the middle of Shu.

Jianchi Palace in Central Shu, as a well-known power in the Jianghu, is a well-known sect in the land of Western Shu, and some of the Jianghu forces who are crooked like melons and jujubes cannot compare with it.

The carriage galloped all the way, and the speed was extremely fast. Lin Siye, who loves horses, chose a horse that was not an ordinary horse. I heard that it has the blood of a fairy, it is a demon horse. Although the blood is thin, it runs tirelessly.

From Lin'an Mansion all the way to Jiangling Mansion, after passing Jiangling Mansion, and then galloping for a while, you can enter Shuzhong.

Passing through Jiangling Fucheng, the people who had been in the dust for many days made a temporary repair.

Lin Zhuifeng took off his bamboo hat, and with the excitement of being exhausted, he drove the carriage into Jiangling Prefecture.

As the chariots entered the city, this ancient city suddenly became lively. Too many people knew that the old uncle who had opened Nirvana and suppressed the fire of Nirvana with his heart sword entered Jiangling, and they all gathered together come over.

Jiangju Building.

There is a well-known restaurant in Jiangling Mansion. The chefs are extremely skilled, and even process some goblin and animal ingredients hidden in the surrounding gorges of Jiangling Mansion. Therefore, it is regarded as a must by countless literati and people in Jianghu.

The carriage was parked outside the building.

An Le, Lin Qingyin and the old uncle got out of the car one after another, and the sun was pouring on the faces of the three of them, bringing warmth.

"Jiangjulou in Jiangling. It's a great place. The green bamboo leaves here are the most delicious. Boy An, you and I should have a good drink."

The old emperor grinned, no matter how sparingly he drank the pot of old rice wine that Zhao Xianyou gave him, he drank it clean in a day.

"Passing Jiangling Mansion, you can enter Shuzhong, not far from Jianchi Palace, so relax, eat a good meal, take a rest, wait until you can enter Jianchi Palace, and try your best to make Qingshan a success. "

The old uncle laughed, and with Lin Qingyin's support, he stepped into the Jiangju building first.

An Le was dressed in white, with a green mountain ink pool and Ding Fengbo on his waist, looking around, the long street in Jiangling Mansion was quite lively with people coming and going, but as soon as he got off the carriage, he felt a wave of vitality locking on to them.

Obviously, once they entered Jiangling Mansion, they were targeted.

"Boy An, don't worry about it. The only one in Jiangling Mansion who dares to stare at us so blatantly is the King of Jiangling. That kid is very rubbish. He is as good as the one in Tianxuan Palace. I don't bother to pay attention to him. Come, come in and drink." .”

The words of the old man floated over from the building.

Hearing this, An Le's face became a little more relaxed. Since the old man said so, he naturally didn't need to be tense.

Stretching, the stagnant qi and blood in his body rolled like thunder. These days he was just meditating, and his mind grew much stronger, but he had never trained the ancient demons and five birds, so the growth of his body was not so obvious.

Although with the help of the ancient scriptures, the profound meaning of inner alchemy has become more vivid and majestic, but it is still far away from the birth of innate energy.

Just when An Le was about to step into Jiangjulou, his eyes suddenly froze.

The ancient jade from the demon source that was gifted by the thousand-year-old demon suppressed under the West Lake at his waist suddenly trembled slightly.

The ancient jade from the source of demons reacted, which means that the descendants of the thousand-year-old demon are in Jiangling mansion?

Thinking about Chen for a moment, An Le didn't pursue it carefully. Now he has no chance to find the heir of the great demon.

Stepping into Jiangju Building, the old man seems to have left a lot of fame here. As soon as he entered the building, a fat-hearted woman came quickly, and went up to the third floor to meet him.

Dozens of wisps of age linger on the fat woman, and she is obviously a good practitioner.

An Le didn't hesitate too much, he hadn't seen a practitioner for quite some time, so he naturally absorbed five wisps in one breath and recorded them first.

"Meiniang, first serve three pots of green bamboo leaves to satisfy the old man's hunger."

The old man sat by the window and could enjoy the big lake behind Jiangju Building.

The waves of the lake are rippling and the main stream is flowing, and the fishing cats and minoes are playing small boats between the banks.

Although the Great Lake is not as bright as the West Lake, it has a nice leisurely scenery, and the gentle breeze makes it sparkle.

"Okay, make arrangements now."

The fat woman smiled, turned around and left immediately.

An Le, Lin Qingyin, and Lin Zhuifeng sat down one after another, and the two girls gathered by the window, looking at the scenery in the lake, chatting endlessly, and laughing heartily from time to time.

Apparently, the depression of leaving Lin'an Mansion was formed in a few days, and it almost dissipated.

An Le didn't have much intention to leave Lin'an, after all...he had just entered Lin'an not long ago.

The three pots of Zhuyeqing were served quickly, the old man couldn't wait to slap open the mouth of the pot, and drank heavily.

"Cool!"

The wine dripped down the edge of the long beard, exuding a strong aroma of wine.

An Le poured a glass by himself, and drank it carefully. Once he took it, he didn't have the aura he imagined, but he didn't have a lot of momentum.

There is even a fresh smell of Hsinchu after the rain.

An Le took a look in surprise: "This wine...is good."

The old man grinned: "Of course, every time the old man enters Shu, he will come to Jiangjulou to drink a few pots of green bamboo leaves, and then go boating on this big lake to get drunk with the world, very happy."

An Le tasted the wine seriously, and Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng also took a sip curiously.

The old emperor waved towards the window.

A gust of breeze blew across the face, and Li Youan, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt, was suspended by the window. The old man picked up the last jug of wine and threw it out.

After Li Youan took it, he took a sip of the wine in a gentle manner, and said with a smile: "Not bad, it still tastes the same."

"Okay, just escort them to Jiangling Mansion. I will be picked up on the next road. You, hurry back to the Canglang River. Don't let the Xiliang father and son be demons."

The old emperor raised the flagon in his hand.

"I just received the news that Emperor Yuanmeng sent a large army to suppress the border of Xiliang. This incident happened earlier than I expected, but it is conceivable that Xiliang will definitely not be able to resist Yuanmeng forcefully, and will definitely find ways to cross the river. .”

"I do have to go back."

Li Youan said seriously.

"The sword energy of the holy master who died in the world was obtained, and the Emperor Yuanmeng would naturally take action. Not only Xiliang, but also the Dali Kingdom, which has been stable for hundreds of years, will suffer. This Emperor Yuanmeng, look I came here to plan to completely dominate the world, so go, when you arrive at Jiangling Mansion, you will be very old and stable."

The old emperor uncle took a sip of wine and said with a smile.

Li You'an didn't say much anymore, he glanced at An Le, his eyes full of anticipation.

Then his figure turned into a sword light, which burst out in the Jiangling Mansion suddenly, the majestic coercion went straight into the sky, and many of the minds that came to investigate were cut off and howled in misery, not daring to come any closer.

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Jiangling Palace.

Waterside pavilions and terraces have everything you need, and the level of luxury is no less than that of the rich and powerful mansions in Lin'an Mansion.

In the leisure pavilion, the breeze blows the willows.

There are three people sitting upright, drinking wine.

Looking at the sword light emanating from Jiangjulou and the coercion that swept across, the majestic middle-aged man in Chinese clothes couldn't help showing admiration.

"As expected of Li You'an, the legendary No. [-] scholar in the world, he is indeed unparalleled in style."

The man is Zhao Xi, King of Jiangling.

On the opposite side of Zhao Xi, King of Jiangling, sat a young man and an old Taoist with big sleeves fluttering in his hand and holding a mahogany sword.

"Uncle Wang, Li You'an has left Jiangling now, and the old emperor has no protection. It should be a good time to do it at this time."

"I don't need to force the old uncle to ignite the fire of Nirvana again, I just need to take that Anle away from the old uncle's hands. This son is a rebellious person, and he dares to swing his sword at the emperor in front of the Tianxuan Palace. Carry on with yourselves."

The young man is rich and handsome, dressed in Chinese clothes, with a little gold sand between his brows, shining brightly.

King Jiangling took a deep look at the young man.

He felt that it was impossible for the second prince not to know that the emperor of Tianxuan Palace took the heart sword of Lin Fuhua Jiebing and continued his life for another five hundred years.

An Le spoiled the good deeds of the emperor of the Zhao family, the princes should be happy.

However, the emperor of the Zhao family has not succeeded in renewing his life, which means that the battle between the direct dragons is still going on, and it is reasonable to capture this peace and win the emperor a smile.

"Second Prince, I know that you want to capture this rebellious Master An to make His Majesty happy, but you must not forget that this is Jiangling Mansion, not far from Jianchi Palace."

King Jiangling shook his head.

Second Prince Zhao Pei frowned slightly.

King Jiangling's eyes were loving, he looked at the second prince Zhao Pei and said, "Don't think I'm bluffing you, if you don't believe me, let this strong man from the Heavenly Master Mansion beside you try it."

The old man couldn't help but see that the second prince, Zhao Pei, nodded readily.

"A real person should go and try it. It's enough to capture that Anle. As for the old emperor... there is no need to force him to burn Nirvana again."

Zhao Pei said.

The old Taoist couldn't help smiling: "The old Taoist also admires Zhao Huangting who dared to pick up the bamboo sword to kill Yuanmeng Emperor."

"The reputation of this old emperor uncle has been passed down for a long time in Tianshi's mansion. Today, the old Taoist will try this legend."

The words fall.

The Taoist stood up, with fresh air under his feet, the clouds were rising, and the mahogany sword whizzed out, soaring straight up to the sky.

A mahogany sword was aimed at Jiangjulou from a distance.

The Taoist stretched out his finger to touch the mahogany sword hanging in front of him.

With a light smile, the words spread throughout the city and shook, and the water in the great lake boiled.

"Li Qingchuan, the new real person of Tianshi Mansion, please old uncle...take the sword."

In an instant.

On the mahogany sword, purple thunder is twined, and the lightning is like a dragon, and the wind is fast.

The incomparably dignified Jiangling Palace rushed all the way to the Jiangju Tower, as if it wanted to wipe out the entire building!

Jiang Ju upstairs.

An Le frowned, never thought that just after General You An left, there would be a strong man in the city to attack.

As soon as he made a move, he was a person of the Ninth Realm. Could it be possible that the old emperor had to pull out his heart sword to resist such a strong man?

However, the old uncle Zhao Huangting had expected it, and there was a sneering smile on the corner of his lips.

The old emperor stood up and walked to the window, with the breeze blowing on his face.

Carrying a pot of bamboo leaf green in high spirits, facing the mahogany sword entangled with purple thunder, leaning against the railing, curled his lips and smiled.

"Just a new real person, you want me to take over the sword? What kind of thing are you?"

"Ma'am, come!"

The old uncle laughed.

The bamboo leaf green in his hand slammed on the ground, split into pieces, and the wine splashed out!

It's like falling into the altar.

Suddenly, outside Jiangling City, infinite sword energy soared into the sky.

Suddenly there is a dense sword, 锵, Ding Ding Dang, Fu shake straight up, and the resurrection is like a flowing water in the sky.

Thousands of swords are densely intertwined in the sky.

The sword weapon headed by the leader was endowed with light, and a heroic female sword god stood upright, glaring angrily.

"Why do cats and dogs dare to point at my husband?!"

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