Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 327 You need to know that the young Ling Yunzhi was once the best in the world, will Emperor Yuan dare to fight?

Rumble!
The sky and the earth once again engulfed the black clouds, and there was a thunderbolt flickering in it, and after a while, it smashed into the world, causing an extremely terrifying momentum.

This is the original calamity of the eleven realms, and for the origin of the human world, it is a painful and happy calamity.

There are practitioners in the world who have reached the eleventh realm and crossed the origin of the calamity. Although he has to lower the punishment of the robbery, once he succeeds in crossing the calamity, he can also get great feedback and strengthen his own origin.

Practice failure is a very important factor, in fact, it has a lot to do with the withering of the strong.

Although there are extreme powerhouses like Saint Masters in the world, the whole world of practice never looks at individuals, but people, but the reduction in the number of powerhouses among the people will naturally lead to the exhaustion of practice.

Practicing in the human world is faced with such factors.

But now, Anle seems to be going upstream, helping the world to correct this special situation.

As more and more people are born in the eleventh realm, the origin of the world will naturally grow slowly, and it may not meet the conditions for recovery of practice, at least it will not continue to collapse.

However, the will emanating from the origin of the world still seems a little crazy.

Because An Le didn't give it time to rest at all, and strong people in the eleventh realm kept popping up, it needed to constantly trigger the Tribulation Thunder to give these practitioners the opportunity to realize the origin.

This process is painful for the origin of the world, just like investing...

You need to cast your own origin before you can get feedback.

If there is no such thing as Anle crossing the catastrophe, the origin of the world can naturally laugh, but Anle crossing the calamity... absorbing the origin of the years, and taking away a touch of the origin of chaos, which directly makes the origin of the world a little short.

Then Li Youan, Lu Yishan, Wang Yansheng and other human geniuses squeezed and absorbed the source.

The source of the world feels that he is extremely vain.

An Le stood on the top of Phoenix Mountain, bathed in the breeze, feeling the tribulation thunder extradited by the six-eared macaque, and suddenly had a strange expression on his face.

He naturally sensed the original sorrow in the world.

"It's fine if you can't bear it. If you can't bear these thunderstorms in the world, the source of the holy realm and the source of heaven are very willing to accept it. A genius-level eleventh realm, the source of the two realms is probably laughing. Especially the source of the holy realm, it can be said that you are going to laugh like crazy."

An Le said with a smile.

He said this to the source of the world.

An Le also doesn't know if she can hear the source of the world, but she has to show her attitude.

There must be a real will in the origin of the world, and this can be clearly perceived when An Le crosses the catastrophe, so An Le is naturally not too polite.

"You don't accept it, but some people accept it. It was originally your original resource, but it turned out to be the source of the holy land and the source of heaven..."

"They accept the original feedback from these original practitioners in front of you... Isn't it a kind of NTR move?"

An Le laughed heartily, and even rarely exposed some words that the world could not understand.

I don't know if the origin of the world understands An Le's words, but I am a little anxious. How can these strong people of the origin of the world be deceived by the origin of the holy realm and the origin of the heaven? Is it easy to create an origin in the world?

What's more, these strong people with the origin of the world use the aura of the origin of the holy realm to cultivate to the eleventh realm, and then return to the human world to break through.
boom! ! !
The surging tribulation thunder began to fall, and the six-eared macaque turned into a gigantic and peerless demon ape, with a demonic aura soaring to the sky, clenching its fists horizontally, facing the tribulation thunder, the thunder collapsed, and the electric snake flew wildly.

The six-eared macaque beat its chest fiercely, extremely excited.

When the tribulation and thunder gradually dissipated, the six-eared macaque successfully broke into the original state and became one of the few top eleven venerables in the world.

The feedback of the origin of the human world fell down, which made the six-eared macaque very excited.

An Le is also very happy, and the special training is effective, which is naturally the most worthy of celebration.

As soon as the Demon Subduing Tower was thrown away, it grew loudly outside Lin'an City, and figures floated out of it.

Ye Longsheng, Di Zang, and Zhong Shiji looked a little lonely. After all, they failed to break through the eleventh level in the special training because their cultivation was too slow. However, they also broke through to the tenth level and three disasters. It is not difficult to hit the eleventh level in the future.

In addition, there is also good news that Master Suzhu and Hua Jiebing practiced in the holy realm, with the help of the heaven and earth aura of the holy realm, and the source of clean energy provided by Anle, both master and apprentice broke into the tenth realm.

Guru Suzhu himself is only a short distance away from breaking through the tenth realm, and he can be regarded as a tenth realm. Although Hua Jiebing has condensed the heart sword, but with the help of An Le, a strong man who condenses the spiritual river of the holy rank, the heart sword transforms extremely quickly, and the obstacle avoidance of the heart sword's breakthrough is not an obstacle at all.

Therefore, with the help of this special training, he broke into the ten realms.

Don't look at the fact that there are so many eleventh-level powerhouses on the side of the coalition forces, but a tenth-level powerhouse can still be regarded as a top-level force, and the blessing of the coalition forces' strength should not be underestimated.

Outside Lin'an City, the strong men who came out of the Demon Subduing Tower were a little dazed. They stood on the ground, feeling the thin aura of heaven and earth in the world, and feeling their own much stronger power. Their eyes couldn't help showing a little emotion.

If there is no means of comfort, how can they obtain their own breakthrough?
An Le drifted away, almost moving in the void. As the mastery of the origin of space became more and more familiar, An Le moved without even producing any void ripples.

Everyone barely blinked, and An Le had already appeared in front of them.

"Son!"

Everyone looked excited and respectful, and saluted towards An Le one after another.

Feeling the powerhouses who have broken through, An Le's face is full of satisfaction: "It's good to break through, this special training is not in vain. Of course, don't be discouraged even if you don't break through. Cultivation is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Take your time, and you will always catch up in the future."

"Since you all have completed the improvement of your own strength, it should be difficult to make a leap in the realm of cultivation in a short period of time."

"Then what we have been looking forward to and preparing for will officially begin."

An Le said.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Above the sky, the sun poured down.

An Le's white robe flew up high, her gaze was looking directly at the north, and the ink pool shot out from her waist.

The sword points north.

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In Yuanmeng Dadu, black clouds engulfed it, it wasn't thunder, it was just a storm that was about to fall.

The gloomy sky was cramped across thousands of miles, and above the promenade of the imperial city of Dadu, a hot wind with dryness spread and surged like a bell wave.

Zuo Xiangboyan was wearing loose white clothes, put down the documents in his hands, and walked out of the palace barefoot, with his beard and hair flying, his feather fan waving slightly, and his eyes were looking directly at the dark clouds that covered the sky.

He let out a long breath, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and there was a sense of tension on his face.

"got windy."

Zuo Xiangboyan murmured.

The wind he was talking about was naturally not the natural wind of heaven and earth, but... the wind from the south, which might sweep across the entire north with an unstoppable force.

Back then, the young man who entered the northern metropolis while sitting on his sword, watched Zhao Huangting challenge the Yuanmeng Emperor, and finally fled to the south in embarrassment, now he came from the south with an unstoppable force.

With the wishes of countless practitioners south of the Canglang River, the Northern Expedition is about to begin!
Zuo Xiangboyan has been sitting on the north bank of the Canglang River for a long time, and he has greeted Ye Longsheng, Di Zang, Li Youan, Zhong Shiji and other peerless generals.

In their eyes, the Yuanmeng Empire, which has occupied the north for 500 years, is not orthodox, but still a foreign race. Even though [-] years have passed, many Yuanmeng people have already blended with the people of Central Earth, but they still think Yuanmeng is a foreign race.

In fact, this kind of thinking is also true in the Yuanmeng Empire. The people of Yuanmeng always feel that their status is higher than that of the Central Plains.

This is an indisputable fact, and in this fact, it has led to the idea and desire of the southern practitioners who want to recover the lost land of the Middle Earth for 500 years.

call out!
Suddenly, a sharp arrow, like an eagle hitting the sky, roared from the distant sky, extremely fast, like a streamer.

The loose clothes flew up, Zuo Xiangboyan raised his hand, and grabbed the void, and the arrow fell into his hand immediately.

Above the arrow, a letter slowly unfolded.

Seeing this, his eyes froze slightly.

"By the Canglang River, the Ye Family Army, Zhong Family Army, Qingmian Army, and Flying Tiger Army began to advance towards Yuanmeng Dadu. They took the initiative to attack and broke through several cities."

There is a lot of content in the letter, but in the final analysis it is only four words.

"The Northern Expedition begins."

Zuo Xiangboyan's face was as serious as water, and the pressure like a mountain was oppressing him.

"After all, it has begun. The Northern Expedition...is inevitable."

"These days, the origin of the human world is in turmoil, and the source of calamity is constantly being born... The coalition forces are also strengthening, and the eleventh realm of source venerables are constantly being born. This Northern Expedition... the result is really hard to say."

Zuo Xiang Boyan clenched the letter into a ball.

He turned around and looked into the depths of the imperial palace. It seemed that there was an extremely terrifying and scorching ancient beast sleeping deep in the depths of Dadu. When it was waiting to wake up, it would be the time to destroy the world.

"It's almost time, His Majesty should be about to complete the feat."

"Yuan Meng... still has a chance."

Zuo Xiangboyan's face was serious, but there was hope in his eyes.

He knew that Yuan Meng's last hope... was An Le.

"During the time His Majesty is waking up...I have to hold on so that Yuan Meng won't be defeated so quickly."

"Wait until His Majesty goes out...the war may have a turning point."

Zuo Xiangboyan knew that the pressure on him was the greatest. He was never selected by Emperor Yuanmeng to devour the power of dragon veins because he was Yuanmeng's think tank, so that he could support Yuanmeng's final bottom line at this moment.

It won't be a complete mess.

If it were Toure, Sango and others to deal with the menacing momentum, the coalition led by An Le would be like a broken dam, falling apart in an instant and completely collapsed.

At that time, there will be no suspense in the war, and it will not even last until Emperor Yuanmeng completes the swallowing of the power of the dragon veins, wakes up from his deep sleep, and turns the tide.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the black clouds in the sky, hit the ground, exploded, and reflected in Zuo Xiangboyan's pupils, just like the situation where Yuanmeng is about to fall apart.

Zuo Xiangboyan didn't care about taking a stroll, and returned to the palace, lit the lights, accompanied by the beating faint candlelight, picked up a pen and began to issue documents and dispatch orders, and began to dispatch troops to deal with the menacing Northern Expedition army!
"Hold on, hold on..."

"As long as His Majesty wakes up!"

Zuo Xiangboyan was full of solemnity and great pressure...

Almost bent his shoulders.

……

……

The ancient city is full of wars, and the mottled city walls are covered with various sword marks.

The gate of the city was knocked open, and the gate of the ancient city, which had been occupied by the Yuanmeng Empire for 500 years, was finally opened again by the Chinese.

Ye Jiajun in armor filed in.

Ye Longsheng was wearing silver armor, holding Liquan Spear at a slant, riding a steed, walking towards the city, the sound of horseshoes ticking, the people on both sides were all extremely enthusiastic, some burst into tears, some wept with joy, and some knelt on the ground, as if welcoming the arrival of the king's teacher.

For 500 years, China has been under the rule of Yuanmeng, and the people of China have suffered from oppression and contempt at the class level. They have no status in China. They have been suffering continuously for generations. They have been waiting day and night, looking forward to it, hoping that China can return to the control of China.

Ye Longsheng watched this scene silently.

He saw how the people were celebrating, and his nose felt a little sore.

"Fifty-eight years."

"We're back."

Ye Longsheng held the Liquan gun sideways, and said in a deep voice, the voice echoed in the whole city, accompanied by infinite cheers from the explosion!
at the same time.

The army of the Northern Expedition moved in separate directions, and the Flying Tiger Army fought all the way. Li Youan led the Flying Tiger Army, cooperated with the dragons in the North Sea and the East Sea, went up from Yangzhou, crossed the Canglang River, and broke through Chuzhou and Haizhou.

On the other road, Ye Longsheng's Ye Family Army and Zhong Shiji's Zhong Family Army, in cooperation with the Dali New Army and Xiliang New Army, crossed the Canglang River, followed the direction where the original army collided with Yuanmeng, as the main crusade direction, and went through Xiangzhou and Chenzhou all the way to Yuanmeng Dadu.

On the other way, Di Zang's Qingmian Army, Jianchi Palace's Sword Immortal Disciple Army, the Lin Family Army commanded by Yu Laotaijun and Lin Siye, followed the direction of Chang'an, crossed Lishan Mountain, and headed towards Dadu.

Divide into three groups to attack together, and each route has the Eleventh Realm Venerable Yuanyuan sitting in the town, with a menacing aura.

Like three fire dragons burning the earth, with an unstoppable momentum, heading north all the way!
The war began, like a prairie fire, sweeping across the north.

The momentum is overwhelming, unstoppable!
Li You'an's all the way, the Flying Tiger Army was good at waterway, all the way up the river, killing the Yuanmeng army who was not good at waterway at all, they were constantly defeated, throwing away their helmets and armor, and breaking through the city continuously.

Coupled with the help of the dragon clan, Yuanmeng's side couldn't stop it at all.

But in a few days, Dengzhou was taken, and the army headed inland. Facing such an army, Zuo Xiangboyan, who could not survive without rice, had no choice but to give up this road, because Yuanmeng cavalry were good at fighting on land.

As for Ye Longsheng's path, the fights were brutal. However, Ye Longsheng's cultivation base had broken through the ten realms and three disasters, and the power of the peerless generals was vividly displayed. Coupled with the high-spirited Dali new army and Xiliang new army, the Yuanmeng cavalry kept retreating, and they abandoned the city one after another.
As for the third way, there is no suspense.

With the participation of Wang Yansheng and the old sword master, there was no place for the Yuanmeng Empire to join forces.

The Northern Expedition almost showed a one-sided trend.

Incomparably tyrannical, the self-proclaimed Land War Wudual Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry suffered the most miserable and desperate defeat!
Three fire dragons, burning the earth, all the way north, straight into Yuanmeng!

Mountains and rivers swayed, heaven and earth shook!
……

……

Outside Lin'an City, between an unnamed hill.

The summer is hot, the trees are green and the foliage is luxuriant.

There are cicadas singing endlessly.

On the mountainside, there is a small grave, and two figures stand in front of the grave.

An Le's white clothes are fluttering, his face is peaceful, and an ink pool is hung around his waist. He looks like a scholar who is lingering in the fragrance of books.

Beside him is Lu Yishan sitting in a metal wheelchair.

After Lu Yishan stepped into the eleventh realm, he became more familiar with the mastery of the third-tier treasure stargazing map. His eyes flickered, and he was constantly deducing the situation of this war. Everything seemed to be under his control.

"The three-way battle report came, and the success report is endless. It is obvious that the Yuanmeng Empire is shrinking the front line, trying to minimize and avoid contact with the Northern Expeditionary Army. If you can abandon the city, you will abandon the city.

"The person who made this decision is very smart. Boyan is worthy of being a think tank of Yuanmeng. It is reasonable for him to be favored and trusted by Emperor Yuanmeng."

Lu Yishan said softly.

"This is trying to delay the time as much as possible. The Northern Expedition army is too powerful, and the three-way army is divided into eleven realms. It is difficult for the Yuanmeng side to compete. Once the collision is defeated, it will have a great impact on the army."

"Now it seems that although the Yuanmeng Empire's army has been defeated one after another, there are actually very few real fighting collisions."

An Le also analyzed the situation and knew the purpose of Zuo Xiangboyan.

"Shrink the front line, try to preserve the strength of the Yuanmeng army, and delay the time for the Yuanmeng emperor."

"Emperor Yuanmeng is devouring the power of the dragon veins, presumably it is a critical moment..."

Anle said in a low voice.

Lu Yishan took a deep breath: "Emperor Yuanmeng is worthy of being an outstanding person. He was able to overwhelm me for 500 years in the era of exhaustion of cultivation... he is the number one in the world under the saint teacher!"

"It does have an inhuman spirit. The young master has grown too fast. Emperor Yuanmeng knows the breakthrough of the ordinary method, so he is definitely not the young master's opponent. Therefore, he chose to devour the power of the dragon veins of the middle earth and choose his own origin..."

"This is actually a road of no return."

Lu Yishan stepped into the eleventh realm, and now he knows the horror of the origin.

"But... this is also a road. Although the road is difficult, at least there is light."

An Le said.

"There have been emperors in the world."

"And the emperor... is closely related to the dragon veins of Zhongtu."

An Le said in a low voice.

Lu Yishan's complexion changed slightly, and he nodded solemnly: "Indeed... this is indeed the biggest variable."

"My lord, what do you think of the next step?"

An Le put his palm on the ink pool, and his eyes were calm: "Zuo Xiang Boyan was able to hold back, obviously we didn't put enough pressure on him."

"And the greatest pressure needs to be given by me."

"Let me see, Emperor Yuanmeng... can bear my pressure."

An Le said with a smile.

Hearing the words, Lu Yishan squinted his eyes, the breeze was blowing slowly, and the next moment, he felt that there was an infinite sword energy bursting between the heaven and the earth!

An Le, dressed in white, was holding a jug of wine in his hand, which was filled with old rice wine.

The jug swept across in front of him, and the liquor spilled down before the grave.

A little bit of turbid rice wine, shining brilliantly under the sunlight reflected through the leaves.

"This jug of wine is for the old emperor uncle."

An Le raised his hand, tapped down lightly, a pool of ink protruded from his waist, trembling, as if he had turned into an ink-colored dragon!
Taking a step forward, An Le sat cross-legged on the dragon's head.

The sword energy was raging, and the cloud flow was torn apart below.

An Le couldn't help but feel a little dazed...

"At that time, I was still weak. The first time I crossed the river north, I rode the old emperor's sword energy and sword light... But now, I can also go north alone, riding my own sword energy and sword light."

"When the old uncle challenged Emperor Yuanmeng and lost... At that time, I secretly made up my mind that when I am strong enough, I will also go north to challenge Emperor Yuanmeng."

"What the old uncle has never done, today... I will come."

"It should be noted that the young Ling Yunzhi was once the best in the world."

An Le said softly.

After the words fell, the ink dragon chanted, wrapped in the light of the sword across the sky, the speed was as fast as black thunder, hard to catch.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Yishan sat quietly in front of his old friend's grave, holding a jug of old rice wine in his arms.

"Zhao Huangting, your vision...is really good."

Lu Yishan smiled, raised the jug, and drank it, the liquor flowed down his throat and wet his clothes.

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Above the sky, black clouds swept over.

Above the ancient city, the towers are facing the wind, Ye Longsheng is dressed in silver armor, looking up, he can see that gorgeous black dragon, with a sharp and sharp sword light, cutting the world straight!

Ye Longsheng knew that it was the young master's move!
Breaking down the city continuously, the momentum is like a broken bamboo. Although the army has been blocked, the blockage is not strong.

Ye Longsheng also judged Zuo Xiangboyan's purpose.

However, now that An Le made a move, he definitely didn't want Zuo Xiangboyan to drag on any longer. He wanted Emperor Yuan Meng to wake up early and fight a world-shattering battle, a battle to determine the ownership of the world!
The Qi and blood in Ye Longsheng's body rose up, boiling and burning.

He held the Liquan Spear high, his eyes following the direction of the dark dragon.

"Assemble the whole army, abandon the battle in the city, and follow the son to the north!"

"Cut! Cut!"

boom!
The armor in the city was clanging, and the army was like a dragon, moving one after another, rushing out of the temporarily resting ancient city, and marching towards Yuanmeng Dadu again quickly!

In the sky, the ink-colored sword is as bright as a dragon.

On the ground, the army is winding like a dragon!
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The capital of Yuan and Mongolia.

Zuo Xiangboyan had white hair all over his head, and a terrifying sword intent swept across the sky and the earth. He froze suddenly as he was writing quickly.

He got up slowly, his black hair was already gray, these days, he was exhausted physically and mentally.

Walk out of the palace and walk along the corridor.

He raised his eyes to the sky.

Then I saw a long dragon with black sword aura galloping towards it, hanging high in the sky with peerless elegance.

This scene made Zuo Xiangboyan feel a little dazed.

As if Zhao Huangting was the same way back then, Yu Jian came riding the wind, with an immature and handsome young man by his side.

But now, the young man arrives alone with a sword and a dragon.

After Zuo Xiangboyan was in a trance, he smiled wryly.

He knew... An Le didn't give him a chance.

He wants to speed up the pace of the Northern Expedition.

As soon as An Le appeared, with such a terrifying spirit, Emperor Yuanmeng definitely couldn't continue to sleep...

Must come out to meet the enemy.

Today's young man is no longer the Zhao Huangting who just relied on his arrogance to ask for a refreshing fight.

The young man here, with one sword, destroyed the strength and confidence of Yuanmeng Dadu.

An Le sat on the black dragon's head transformed by the sword energy of the ink pool, his eyes were indifferent, and his black hair was flying.

He saw the grey-haired Zuo Xiang Boyan in the palace below.

Without saying anything, his eyes swept over and landed in Yuanmeng Dadu.

In the perception of Anle's holy-level spiritual power.

Under the capital of Yuanmeng, there seemed to be ancient giant beasts hidden, and the earth seemed to become its pulse. Every breath, the ground trembled and the mountains shook, which was quite terrifying.

An Le suddenly laughed.

There seemed to be a picture in front of his eyes. It was the time in the past, Zhao Huangting brought a thunderbolt from the sky and the earth, and challenged the Yuanmeng Emperor.

An Le got up, dressed in white.

He tapped his fingers, and the sword energy was generated by itself, as if someone before him danced a sword in the clouds.

When the sword rises, it seems that someone is singing.

Fangcao, bamboo branches, juvenile swim...

The ink pool suddenly turned into an ink-colored horizontal thunder, pouring fiercely towards Yuanmeng Dadu.

Just like back then, the old emperor uncle carried the thunder from heaven and earth, and asked loudly and long.

"Emperor Yuan, dare to fight!"

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