Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 137 How can China be without arrogance? How can a foreign race be called an emperor? 【Ask monthly ticket】

No one knows what realm is beyond the tenth realm.

Even Emperor Yuanmeng, who is number one in the world at the time, has only stepped into the Ten Realms, but has not broken through the Ten Realms.

Therefore, for the world, this is an unsolved mystery. Perhaps... on the holy mountain, the holy master who overlooks the sky and the world has really stepped into the No.11 realm.

An unimaginable realm in the world.

However, turning back the years and counting backwards, is there any peerless person who has entered the eleventh realm?

Perhaps there was, and it may have existed in that chaotic age when a hundred schools of thought contended, and the eternal emperor who created the Academy of Arts and the Temple of Martial Arts with his own hands, ended the chaotic world, unified the world, and unified the world, perhaps... also broke ten. Realm, set foot on the existence of the eleventh realm.

However, such an existence could not live forever.

According to the records in the classics, this eternal emperor ruled the world, made the monster clan Kunpeng Mountain, and the dragons of the four seas all bow their heads and bow their heads, and the emperor who created the eternal prosperity became a peerless tyrant.

In the end, the immortal Linchen behind the Tianmen was provoked, and he was punished and killed.

What happened in that battle, how did the emperor recorded in the ancient records die, until now, there has never been an accurate judgment.

It seems that there is an invisible big hand covering the sky, blurring the smoke and dust of the years of thousands of years ago, making it impossible to see the real details.

Is the Emperor a tyrant?
Is the immortal killing the emperor really killing the world?

Everything becomes unknown, like a faulty history, which will always be the years of endless expectations and reveries for younger generations.

Emperor Yuan Meng stared at the young man in front of him, stubborn and full of arrogance, carrying the dying Zhao Huangting on his back, with firm eyes, watching him, the number one practitioner in the world, without any fear or despair in his eyes.

And Emperor Yuan Meng really felt an unusual power slowly recovering, it was a power that made him palpitate and look forward to.

There was a crack between his eyebrows, and the primordial spirit loomed in it, as if a majestic fire of Nirvana was swaying in his Niwan Palace and was trapped in it.

His primordial spirit is ridiculously strong, surpassing the Nine Realms, crossing the Xiantai, and truly achieving Nirvana.

Unlike Zhao Huangting, who couldn't control the fire of Nirvana, his cultivation could only be burned by the flame of Nirvana, and finally withered regretfully.

He has controlled Nirvana, and in his physical body, Qi and blood are like a vast ocean, which is a real fairyland on land. A random release of energy is enough to break through the vast sea and destroy huge waves!
He undisguisedly released his breath, really like a rising sun, extremely bright, extremely dazzling, and extremely frightening.

A generation of arrogance, based on the world's first five hundred years, no one can shake its edge.

Among the forces in Jianghu, no one can challenge his position.

Two gates and three Buddhist temples, one picking up stars and one hell, are hard to shake.

This naturally proved the power and outrageousness of Emperor Yuanmeng.

Today, Emperor Yuanmeng's silent blood seems to be turning into a cycle at this moment.

The energy between the heaven and the earth condensed into substance. Emperor Yuan Meng stepped on the ground and stared at the boy in white clothes who was suddenly swept up by the wind.

When the wind blows in the sky, it is a strong wind!

Flying sand and rocks, rocks in the sky, and waves crashing on the shore!

In An Le's body, there seemed to be a sword intent that exploded suddenly like fluctuating strings.

Between flicks and flicks, the air spread like ripples!

An Le closed her eyes, carried Zhao Huangting on her back, and lifted up Qingshan, which was in front of her body, with the soles of her feet stretched forward, with the toes on the ground, and drew a circular arc.

Then Qingshan was pushed out suddenly.

A ray of golden sword intent lingered around the green hill, causing the tattered bamboo sword to fly towards Emperor Yuanmeng at a leisurely pace.

Emperor Yuan Meng's body was full of vigor, and he raised his hand in anticipation, and punched the broken bamboo sword that was flying towards him.

The fist and the sword collided brazenly!
The point of the sword touched the face of the bronze fist.

In an instant, a thin layer of ripples spread out in the center of the collision, just like the surface of a lake. The ripples were like a breeze, and there was no huge momentum wherever it passed.

However, when the ripples on the lake spread past, many strong men retreated one after another, either pressing down on their bodies, or jumping up to avoid it.

Thousands of feet away, some unidentified birds were swept by the ripples, as if they were struck by lightning in an instant, only a few feathers were still floating, and their bodies had already been blasted into blood mist.

On the city wall of the capital of Yuanmeng, the protective formation automatically opened to block the fluctuations, leaving faint traces of depressions on the formation.

Above the sky, the Lord of the Sixth Mountain frowned. After the Three Thousand Swords had suppressed the powerful men of the Yuanmeng Empire, he crossed his arms and looked down at the bamboo sword that collided with the Emperor Yuanmeng.

A hint of doubt gradually appeared in his eyes, and after the doubt... came the shock!
This sword... actually collided with Emperor Yuanmeng, evenly matched!
That is Emperor Yuanmeng, number one in the world at the Double Ten Realm!

An Le handed out a sword, why did he have such a result? !

Lord Sixth Mountain felt that something was wrong, so this was Anle's confidence all along!
An Le really has a trump card that he never thought of.

Suddenly, the sixth mountain master thought of the word that appeared on the first mountain master after he set foot on the first mountain.

"win."

Is it...

boom!
Zhao Huangting, who was being carried by An Le, suddenly felt an invisible wave of air rushing into his body, his figure was suddenly sent flying, and landed on the ground in the distance.

An Le's white clothes fluttered, and her closed eyes slowly opened.

Deep in the pupil...

What flows is gold!

Surging golden sword intent!
The strong wind of heaven and earth rose out of thin air, the white clothes were hunting and hunting, and the swallow in the sword box returned to its nest at this moment, sending out extremely bright sword chant.

However, An Le's hair was flying, and she didn't use Yan to return to the nest.

He only opened his golden eyes and looked at the Emperor Yuanmeng who blocked the bamboo sword and the green mountain.

……

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"Senior, come out and meet... the mountains and rivers here."

Among the green hills, next to the emperor's stone figurines.

An Le pressed his palm on the stone figurine's heart, and said softly.

The falling golden sword-like raindrops made the stone figurine seem to revive, and the corners of the lips looking into the distance seemed to be slightly raised at this moment.

"it is good."

Between heaven and earth, there are extremely majestic voices echoing.

After responding, a fingernail-sized piece cracked on the cheek of the stone figurine of the emperor. The piece broke into dust and turned into sand between fingers, flying up against the wind.

"There are only ten wisps of sword intent, and it's not even possible to maintain a complete sword move alone. However, you just look at it and experience the purity of the sword."

"What I once admired was the cultivation of the body and the cultivation of the gods. I integrated the world's methods and studied a volume of scriptures. You got a little of the first volume of the scriptures. What is recorded in Qingshan is only the first volume. As for the second volume, you need You go find it."

"It shouldn't be hard to find."

The majestic voice resounded in An Le's mind, lingering endlessly, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.

An Le could clearly feel that the golden elixir of sword intent, the size of a grain of rice, condensed in his dantian began to evaporate bit by bit.

"The sword, raised horizontally, is for 'one'."

"The one that never goes forward."

"A blockbuster one."

"One that rules the world."

"If you see this 'one', you can be unparalleled and break everything."

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The bottom of Jianchi Lake.

The water flowed, and the sword energy rose.

The old sword master opened his eyes, with emotion and admiration flashing in his eyes, the awakening of the sword intent thousands of years ago represented the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world.

It means that there is nothing wrong with his move to suppress Anle with Jianchi Lake.

"The peerless emperor ten thousand years ago, and the peerless Yuanmeng emperor today... are interesting."

The old sword master burst into laughter.

"This world is about to change, and the glory of Middle Earth will return again."

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Zhenwu Temple on Qingcheng Mountain.

The ancient and majestic Taoist gate buildings stand in the middle of the mountain, and there seems to be a fairy spirit coming down from the sky and spreading in the mountains.

In the ancient palace.

An old figure sitting on the futon slowly opened his eyes.

With a sweep of dust, his eyes were full of complex colors.

"This one can actually recover..."

"However, it has not yet fully recovered. This well-known Master An is the key to recovery... With great luck, if Daozi can replace him, Zhenwuguan will definitely be improved to a higher level."

The old master of Zhenwu Temple slowly closed his eyes.

The immortals high in the sky do not want to see this recovery.

The will of Zhenwuguan... is to curb this recovery.

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On Yunjin Mountain, the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

The old celestial master was gray-haired, looking at the purple air golden lotus in the pond.

What he held in his hand was an edict sent by the emperor of the Zhao family. If he wanted Tianshifu to become the national religion of Zhao, he only needed Tianshifu to donate a 500-year-old Ziqi golden lotus.

However, the old heavenly master looked at the "one" sword energy piercing the sky.

A smile suddenly appeared on the ravine and old face.

The edict in his hand was directly burned into nothingness.

This pond is full of purple qi golden lotus...

Maybe there are better candidates.

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Kunpeng Mountain.

"The wind is blowing!"

"The king is recovering!"

"Whoever stops the king from recovering will be the enemy of Kunpeng Mountain!"

The deep voice, like crying, resounded among the [-] rivers of Kunpeng Mountain. Countless birds and beasts started up, flapping their wings constantly, making the entire silent mountain range noisy.

On this day, on the huge Kunpeng Mountain, there was a turbulent tide of beasts, and the sky was full of monsters!
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The snow drifting between the sky and the earth suddenly became sharp, and each piece of snow was spinning at high speed, engulfed in sword energy.

All of this, after Anle opened his eyes, the celestial phenomena changed between the surge of the gilt sword intent, just opening his eyes, only a little bit of the sword intent leaked, and the celestial phenomena changed accordingly!
The soft snow turns into a sharp sword.

Behind the twilight clouds, there seems to be a bright sun that wants to tear apart the darkness.

of course……

And above the sky, it seems that clouds and thunder are restless and restless, trying to interweave to form a portal that shines with endless brilliance, hanging in the sky above the world.

Emperor Yuan Meng blocked this sword, which he tried to break 500 years ago but could not break.

Sui is made of bamboo, but it is as tough as peerless iron, like a mountain compressed into a small sword body.

If you want to break this sword, you will break a mountain.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.

Emperor Yuanmeng's courage continued to rise, and the sword he resisted was surging, but it was difficult for him to retreat half a step.

His eyes were bright, staring at the sword, he knew the mystery in this sword.

It turns out that what is hidden in this sword...is such a secret.

The great wind from ten thousand years ago, the sword intent that has been silent for thousands of years, is actually hidden in the sword!
Emperor Yuan Meng became excited, his whole body was trembling slightly, it was an uncontrollable excitement, a kind of anticipation that spanned years and could confront peerless figures.

Compared with when he confronted Zhao Huangting, he paid a greater respect, there were bloodstains intertwined between the sky and the earth, entwined around his body.

This is a mysterious existence, but now, he can have the opportunity to compete with such an existence!

"Happy!"

Emperor Yuanmeng spoke.

An Le, with gilt eyes, looked at Emperor Yuanmeng lightly, the extremely burly and number one in the world.

Stepping down with one step, the figure has already appeared in front of the bamboo sword green mountain. This sword weapon, which has been silent for an unknown number of years, shines brightly at this moment, and the golden sword intent wraps around it, turning the sword into a brilliant golden color.

A finger was on the hilt of the sword.

Emperor Yuan Meng felt the sword intent coming!

Boom! ! !
Like a boulder thrown into a lake, Emperor Yuanmeng retreated [-] feet, and finally slammed into the majestic city wall of Yuanmeng Dadu, smashing out the dense cobwebs from the intertwined protective formations on the city wall.

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes were as bright as a bright sun.

"Foreigners, dare to enter Middle Earth and call themselves emperor?"

"The mountains and rivers here are so sick?"

An Le, with golden eyes, looked at Emperor Yuan Meng, but only frowned slightly, and spoke lightly.

In the words, there is an indescribable loss.

on the sky.

A look of sadness appeared on the cold face of the Sixth Mountain Lord.

Zhao Huangting, who was sitting on the ground, was full of shame.

Thousands of willows at a thousand feet trembled all over, and his heart was surging.

Many powerful men in the Yuanmeng Empire didn't know why, but at this moment they could feel a coercion that overwhelmed the world, making it difficult for the Qi mechanism in their bodies to operate.

Emperor Yuanmeng, whose back smashed into the protective formation, slowly withdrew his body.

Staring at An Le with gilt eyes, he said with a smile, "This sword is a gift, and I must return the gift."

Emperor Yuan Meng took a step forward, leaving countless running figures on the spot that hadn't dissipated in an instant, and the ground was burst into pieces of pits and cracks.

The distance of [-] zhang was shortened in an instant, and Emperor Yuanmeng launched a simple punch, but this simple punch was the essence of Emperor Yuanmeng's combat power.

Qi and blood are inside the body, whistling and gushing to the extreme, the fire of Nirvana uses the body as an oven, during the burning, the diffused spiritual power is wrapped in the strength of blood and blood, and all of them are gathered in one punch.

"How many swords can be used?"

Emperor Yuanmeng's hair fluttered in the air, and he raised his fist, staring at An Le, who was holding a bamboo sword with gilt eyes.

The sword intent golden core is consumed rapidly and cannot last for too long.

"It's only two swords, what a pity." Emperor Yuan Meng didn't have an answer, but he already saw the truth and sighed regretfully.

Then he punched down!
An Le with gilt eyes also swung his sword lightly.

At this moment, in the whole world, there is only one huge "one" left.

After the splendor, there is silence.

The phantoms behind Emperor Yuanmeng disintegrated and disappeared one after another, his figure remained motionless, but the sleeve that hit the sword had already been turned into powder, revealing a thick and muscular arm full of sword marks.

An Le's white clothes with gilt eyes still surpassed the snow, and flew lightly and landed beside Zhao Huangting.

Looking at Emperor Yuanmeng calmly.

"Whether it can be restored to its full glory, let the lonely see the big wind."

Emperor Yuan Meng shook his numbed arm, looked at An Le, and asked.

"How can the middle land be without pride, how can a foreign race be called an emperor."

"There is a chance."

A faint voice came from An Le's mouth.

Emperor Yuanmeng stood with his fists closed, his eyes shining like fine iron.

"Gu, wait."

Emperor Yuanmeng smiled lightly, with his hands behind his back, full of endless pride.

He raised his head.

The evening clouds in the sky were torn apart, and the "Yi" sword that shocked the world just now made the gate of heaven vaguely appear above the sky.

A sword opens the gate of heaven.

Before the sword is cut, the gate of heaven will open for it!

It is worthy of being a legendary figure.

How did such a person die in the first place?
Will he also face such disasters?
Emperor Yuanmeng was very curious, but now he was so proud that he didn't want to ask. He was looking forward to a battle for this existence to return to its peak.

If he wins, he will know it.

If he loses, knowing is meaningless.

"This son can leave naturally, and I will not pursue it today, but whether I can cross the river depends on fate."

"You take this son as your descendant, and the lonely descendant will also compete with this son in an upright manner. From today onwards, all geniuses in the Yuanmeng Empire will aim to defeat this son."

"Gu is still looking forward to that battle, but don't die so soon."

Emperor Yuan Meng looked at An Le and said.

Boom!
After the words were finished, a foot stepped down, and ripples rose on the ground.

Emperor Yuanmeng ascended to the sky every step of the way, his hair flying vigorously, and he appeared directly in front of the Tianmen.

The aura is as bright as the sun, staring at the Tianmen, which is about to move, and the fairy air is curling up.

Grabbing with five fingers, the dragon veins outside Yuanmeng Dadu rolled up from the ground, and then condensed into a big black and yellow bow in his hand.

Emperor Yuanmeng raised his chin, drew his bow to the full moon, and pointed at the gate of heaven.

Peerless arrogance, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

Want to bend the bow and shoot the fairy!

An Le Liujin's eyes were indifferent, he glanced at the Sixth Mountain Master, and then slowly raised the bamboo sword in his hand.

With a wave of the bamboo sword.

A sword intent seemed to rise up in the whole world, engulfing Zhao Huangting, passing across the world, mountains and rivers of Zhongtu in an instant, and disappearing.

Emperor Yuanmeng still bent his bow and aimed at Tianmen, and did not look back at the disappearing Anle.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain had no expression on his face, folded his hands on his chest, and put all the three thousand Hongchen swords into the pine wooden sword box.

An Le is gone, why does he still stay here.

The sixth mountain master also left with Yu Jian.

Emperor Yuan Meng also had no intention of keeping people.

Thousands of willows at a thousand feet also rose from the ground, turned around and disappeared into the ground.

Snow fell from the sky.

Emperor Yuanmeng, who bowed his bow, had a smile on his lips.

Except for the holy master, there is another expectation in this world for him.

The first emperor of all ages... so what?
Today's era is no longer the era of the past!

No one can stop Yuan Meng's horn and cavalry.

All the people in this world will eventually prostrate at the feet of Emperor Yuanmeng!

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Snow drifted in the sky.

Many flying snows were suddenly covered by four types.

When the last ray of sword intent disappeared, the sword light could no longer move freely.

An Le's white clothes fluttered, and the gold in his eyes had long since faded away. With Zhao Huangting on his back, he stepped on the ground of Middle Earth.

The emperor stone figurine sent him here with the power of the last ray of sword intent.

An Le stretched out his hand, and gently wiped away the snow-covered stele in front of him.

Gradually, the ancient word "Lishan" appeared on the stele.

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(End of this chapter)