Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit - #134 - Chapter 134 The third test of the Holy Master, when the sword intention from ten thousand years ago

The clouds and mists float out of the gate.

The sixth mountain of the Holy Mountain.

Rain and clouds are lingering, and the pavilion halfway up the mountain is silent.

The breeze is gentle, and the peach trees in the forest are scattering petals of peach blossoms, which fall on the bluestones on the ground.

Fairy Yunrou looked at her side in astonishment. There… was originally the place where the sixth mountain master stood, and there should have been a serious man in green standing there.

She and the mountain master were still chatting.

But suddenly, the sword energy twisted, and an ink-colored sword was handed out from the space.

The sixth mountain master disappeared, and was replaced by an ink-colored sword.

The mountain master turned into a sword?

No, the mountain master replaced the sword.

This is the art of moving the sword.

Yunrou naturally recognized this sword, which was Anle’s sword. She didn’t know what Anle had encountered at this moment. She only knew that Anle went north with the old uncle Zhao Huangting.

However, being able to provoke the Sixth Mountain Master to use the sword to locate and break through the air and leave, it must have been a big trouble.

Yun Rou smiled, squatted down, and grabbed the Mochi sword in her hand.

Leaning on the sword, looking at the foot of the mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, a touch of confidence could not help but appear on her beautiful face.

As long as the Sixth Mountain Master goes, the problem… should be solved soon.

As a mountain keeper, this is the greatest trust in the mountain master.

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The heavy snow fluttered, as if cut in the middle by an invisible silk thread. Snow still fell on the top, but there was no white floating below, dividing the world into two rare scenes.

In front of Yuanmeng Dadu, there was silence.

Anle pinched Qingshan. The ancient stone figurine in Qingshan whispered softly when Zhao Huangting performed the three swords of Jueyan to exchange for a great worldly love. The sword meaning golden elixir absorbed by the sea of ​​qi from climbing Qingshan had already stretched out, like a sword slowly unsheathed.

This is Anle’s biggest trump card, and it is also the confidence of Qingshan to rescue Zhao Huangting and bring him home.

After all, Zhao Huangting has held the sword in Qingshan for five hundred years. Even if Zhao Huangting has not been able to sharpen the sword for Qingshan, he still has an inseparable bond with Qingshan.

Therefore, there will be a faint whisper in Qingshan.

It is the stone statue of the emperor standing on the stone path that affirms this great success.

Perhaps it was Zhao Huangting’s last sword, and his desire for a great and refreshing temper, that caused the stone statue that had been silent for thousands of years to express admiration and resonance.

Or it may be that Qingshan itself was slightly trembling at the death of Zhao Huangting, the former sword holder, and brought it the feeling.

Therefore, Anle actually has the confidence, which is the confidence brought to him by Qingshan.

Moreover, the sword holder should have the confidence to move forward and fearless of the hardships in front of him. When the sword is handed out, there may be a miracle.

However, what surprised Anle was that Mo Chi was unsheathed from the sword box and instantly changed his shape, like a singular point, and realized a position change with the Sixth Mountain Master standing in the Sixth Mountain Pavilion.

The Sixth Mountain Master crossed his arms, carrying the pine wood sword box on his back, and his green clothes fluttered.

He was extremely cold and handsome.

If there was a background piano sound at this moment, it would be the high-pitched tune of the national player plucking the strings quickly.

The sword box opened a gap, and a sword jumped out with a bang, floating in front of the Sixth Mountain Master who was crossing his chest. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and collided with the palm of the Yuan Meng Emperor.

The sword returned to the green clothes around him and floated quietly.

The Yuan Meng Emperor also stopped his hand and lowered his eyes.

A solemn killing disappeared invisibly, leaving only the confrontation and waiting of the two strong men.

All the strong men of the surrounding Yuan Meng Empire were suspended, and they did not act rashly. After all, the Yuan Meng Emperor had taken action, and they also felt that the matter was a sure thing.

However, when this man in green suddenly appeared, everyone’s eyes were fixed.

This man appeared almost without reason, and exchanged places with the black sword that jumped out of the Anle sword box.

Achieved a leap of thousands of miles.

Such swordsmanship, amazing!

In such a big world, there is only one person who can possess such swordsmanship.

The master of the sixth mountain of the Holy Mountain.

The Holy Mountain… Even if the Yuanmeng Empire is now invincible and spans the world, it dare not underestimate it.

“Ten Thousand Miles Sword Movement Technique, Sixth Mountain Master, how are you?”

The burly body of the Yuanmeng Emperor floated in the air, looking at the man in green in front of him calmly.

Even the Yuanmeng Emperor had never thought that this man in front of him would not hesitate to perform the world-stunning sword movement technique for this fifth-level young man.

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“Nothing is wrong.”

The Sixth Mountain Master raised his chin, looked at the Yuan Meng Emperor, and said calmly.

He spoke very little and seemed very cold, but this was the Sixth Mountain Master’s style as always.

“Are you here to represent yourself, or… to represent the attitude of the Holy Mountain?”

The Yuan Meng Emperor landed, stepped on the ground, and stepped on the frost and snow.

He looked directly at the Sixth Mountain Master with interest.

“Your Red Dust Sword has not yet been fully developed, you are not my opponent.”

The Yuan Meng Emperor said calmly.

The status of the Holy Mountain Master is indeed not bad. As disciples of the Holy Master, they have qualifications and identities that make people fear, but it does not mean that the Holy Mountain Master is invincible.

The Holy Mountain Master also needs to practice, and the purpose is also to impact the Ten Realms.

The reason why the Mountain Master is noble is because of the Holy Master, and with the guidance of the Holy Master, they can break through the Ten Realms more easily.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain did not answer Emperor Yuanmeng’s words. He turned to look at Anle, who was carrying Zhao Huangting on his back.

Anle looked at the sixth mountain master, holding the green mountain and bowing with his fists.

The face of the Sixth Mountain Master was as cold as an iceberg, and the corners of his lips gradually curved: “Zhao Huangting and I are good friends, and we will not see his withered bones fall to the north. If you don’t turn around to save him, I will move my sword to you.”

“There are three tests for dialogue with the Holy Master. The third test is different for everyone, and I made a bet with the No. 1 Mountain Master.”

“The choice between giving up and not giving up is your third test.”

“Now it seems that I won the bet, which means you have completed the third test.”

The main road of the sixth mountain.

Hearing this, Anle was stunned for a moment, and his expression became complicated.

The corner of the Sixth Mountain Master’s lips raised coldly: “Tell me the last sentence.”

“Watch you.”

After finishing his words, without waiting for Anle’s reaction, the Sixth Mountain Master turned around and looked at Emperor Yuanmeng.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain still crossed his arms, but his face was much more serious, and he said concisely: “I want to take them away.”

Emperor Yuanmeng stepped on the earth with his burly body, and his fine clothes rustled in the wind and waves. The aura on his body became more and more powerful, and his energy and blood were like huge waves on the sea: “Reason.”

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain crossed his arms, but the sword box was opened another inch, and there was a vague light of swords intertwining in the box.

“No reason needed.”

Emperor Yuanmeng laughed.

“The people of the Holy Mountain are indeed extremely domineering.”

“However, the Seventh Mountain is about to be opened, and I don’t want to embarrass the people of the Holy Mountain. After all, this time the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire will also be qualified to participate in the battle for the mountain master of the Seventh Mountain. With this little face, I can give ”

The Sixth Mountain Master’s hair was flying. After listening to Emperor Yuan Meng’s words, the sword box opened another inch, and sword lights flew out one after another. In an instant, they were densely suspended above the Sixth Mountain Master’s head.

Bronze sword, silver sword, red sword, tattered sword…

Various swords, with various emotions.

It seemed that what appeared at this moment was not a sword, but figures in the world of mortals.

“Zhao Huangting challenged me, burned out Nirvana, broke through my physical defense with one sword, and made me bleed. This courage is very good.”

“I appreciate him and he can leave.”

“The swordsman of the Nine Realms used a sword array composed of eighteen swords to block my punch without dying, and he can leave.”

Emperor Yuan Meng had his hands on his back, and his burly body carried terrifying power.

His eyes fell on Anle.

“But this kid can’t.”

The Sixth Mountain Master said coldly: “It’s all nonsense.”

He used the skill of moving his sword to move across. He had just said that he was optimistic about An Le, so naturally it was impossible to give up on An Le. He would give up or not as a test for An Le. If he gave up on An Le, then he, the Sixth Mountain Lord, would Still have a face?

Emperor Yuanmeng had been saying for a long time that he wanted to keep Anle, but to him, it was naturally nothing more than nonsense.

The Sixth Mountain Master felt that he was a bit stupid for actually listening attentively for so long.

Emperor Yuanmeng put his hands behind his hands again and smiled: “Of course, I can give the Holy Master a face, and I can leave, but…his bamboo sword must be kept.”

After the words fell, this was the final result given by Emperor Yuanmeng.

The man can leave, but the sword must stay.

However, for a swordsman, if he keeps the sword and abandons it to survive, he will lose the indomitable edge of the sword holder.

“For a swordsman, the sword belongs to the person.”

The Sixth Mountain Master raised his hand and tapped lightly.

In an instant, three thousand sword lights hung majestically, jingling, and the sword tips pointed far away.

“Then let’s have a fight.”

The Three Thousand Sword Hidden shines brightly at this moment.

Emperor Yuanmeng faced this peerless method that was like a sword fairy coming to the world, but he was not moved at all.

The Sixth Mountain Master has never broken through the ten realms. For him, there is actually no threat. The Sixth Mountain Master at this moment is much worse than Zhao Huangting who burned Nirvana. Emperor Yuanmeng can’t even think of fighting. .

After all, as a disciple of the Holy Master, the Lord of the Sixth Mountain couldn’t kill anyone, so it was very boring.

He raised his hand and made a slight move.

In an instant, the Nine Realm experts from the Yuanmeng Empire behind him all understood.

They released their Qi one after another and turned into bloody light pillars, slamming into the Sixth Mountain Lord.

“I don’t want to take action with the people of the Holy Mountain now. When I really want to take action, I will set foot on the peaks of the Holy Mountain one by one, suppress you, and finally challenge the Holy Master.”

“Before this, the people of the Holy Mountain had no intention of fighting.”

Emperor Yuanmeng said calmly.

boom!

The Sixth Mountain Master frowned, and the sword formation suddenly pressed down, colliding with the Qi and blood light beams transformed by several Nine Realms.

The air wave was released in an instant, and the light of three thousand swords intertwined to form a dreamlike ink painting, in which the scene of a long street seemed to be full of people.

The smoke and fire in the world are all contained in the sword.

Just one person.

Several Nine Realms figures were actually suppressed by the Sixth Mountain Lord’s sword.

However, the strong men in the Yuanmeng Empire are not necessarily weak. Those who can enter the Nine Realms are all the best in cultivation, and each has his own unique means!

The energy and blood of several people surged, and the nine realms of physical training were exerted to the extreme. It seemed that there were mountains and mountains appearing behind them, resisting the sixth mountain master’s red dust sword diagram.

The master of the sixth mountain was dragged down forcefully.

However, there was no trace of panic on the cold face of the Sixth Mountain Master.

He made a bet with the No. 1 Mountain Master. Now that he won the bet, the No. 1 Mountain Master will naturally come.

After fighting several powerful men from the Yuanmeng Empire.

The Sixth Mountain Master frowned slightly.

Just because there is no white crane in the world.

The first mountain lord.

Never came.

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Anle looked at the Sixth Mountain Master who was fighting with the powerful Yuanmeng Empire, and a soft color appeared in his eyes.

As for the third test of talking to the Holy Master mentioned by the Lord of the Sixth Mountain, Anle didn’t think much about it.

He didn’t know that this was a test. Even if it wasn’t a test, he wouldn’t turn around and leave, leaving the dead old man’s body lying in front of Xiongcheng in the north.

There was peace in his mind.

He naturally heard what Emperor Yuanmeng said and knew that if the Sixth Mountain Master wanted to leave, Emperor Yuanmeng would not stop him and the Sixth Mountain Master would not be in danger.

That’s enough.

Anle really didn’t expect that the Sixth Mountain Lord came to save him. He never thought that Mo Chi’s sword actually contained such a function, which could allow the Sixth Mountain Lord to use the sword movement technique to rush over. .

It was precisely because I didn’t expect it that I was moved.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain is clashing with the powerful men of the Yuanmeng Empire.

Emperor Yuan Meng walked up in the air step by step. The Lord of the Sixth Mountain seemed to be waiting for someone, but… that person never came.

In this case, Emperor Yuanmeng stopped waiting. The void seemed to be twisting around him. He looked at Anle calmly, with a touch of strangeness in his eyes.

Zhao Huangting was being carried by An Le, his face was full of helplessness, in fact, from the way Emperor Yuan Meng looked at An Le.

Zhao Huangting knew clearly that even if Anle did not come back to save him, Emperor Yuanmeng would not let Anle leave Beidi easily.

There was something about Anle that caught the attention of the number one in the world.

Qingshan sword weapon?

It’s not just the green hills.

This was something Zhao Huangting had never expected.

Zhao Huangting looked at An Le who was carrying him. He didn’t see the slightest uneasiness on An Le’s face, which made his helplessness seem to disappear a lot.

He knew that Anle might have a trump card that he didn’t know, which made him unwilling to give up and come back to save him.

This trump card can make An Le escape. Otherwise, no matter how fearless the young man is, facing Emperor Yuan Meng, the best practitioner in the world, he shouldn’t be so emotional. Even if he is not afraid, at least… he should have a sense of absolute certainty. .

But all these emotions were gone.

Therefore, Zhao Huangting has not yet guessed what Anle’s trump card is.

What’s the way to turn pride into strength?

But it has already been used… Zhao Huangting couldn’t figure it out.

When he couldn’t think clearly, he stopped thinking. His eyes looked softly at the young man who was carrying him firmly. In the last days of his life, he was lucky to meet such a young man, Zhao Huangting.

God treats Zhao Huangting well.

Anle looked at Emperor Yuan Meng who was walking step by step.

He saw the extremely rich age energy on Emperor Yuanmeng, and even… caught a wavering purple-gold age energy!

This peerless strong man who has reached the ten realms in both divine and physical training actually has the Purple-Gold Age Qi in his body just like the emperor’s stone figurines!

But judging from the intensity of the time energy, this ray of purple-gold time energy is a bit dull.

Compared to the almost free purple-gold age energy on the emperor’s stone figurines, Anle tried to capture this purple-gold age energy, but was unable to shake it at all.

He knew that with his current strength, it was absolutely impossible to draw out this ray of Purple Golden Age Qi.

However, Anle’s mind moved, and after giving up the Purple-Gold Time Qi, he struggled to draw a ray of golden Time Qi from Emperor Yuanmeng who came step by step.

This made Anle’s eyes light up slightly.

The aura of flowing golden years moved gently around the fingers, and finally penetrated into Anle’s body.

Anle looked at Emperor Yuanmeng, not afraid, but instead… there was a slender, cheerful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Emperor Yuanmeng and Zhao Huangting were both stunned with smiles.

The next moment, Emperor Yuanmeng frowned, and his expression became more solemn than ever before.

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A proudly towering mountain stretches across the dark space.

The breeze blows slowly, and the mist is lingering on the green mountains. Ancient green bamboos that have grown for thousands of years are scattered on the stone paths. Some are withered, some are yellow, and some are still green.

On the tenth stone path of the mountain.

A burly imperial stone figurine stands, facing outside the mountain and looking out at the world.

The mind condensed by the intertwining of peace and joy, from the mold lake to the gradual clarity, stands on the tenth step.

Looking at the imperial stone figurine, a look of respect appeared on Anle’s face.

“Burn Nirvana, just for a romantic pleasure, he is worthy of having held the sword Qingshan for five hundred years.”

“He lives up to the green mountains, and the green mountains live up to him.”

“good.”

Among the stone figurines, soft yet majestic words resounded.

lingering on the silent mountain road.

Anle had heard these words before, and it was these words that gave him the greatest confidence to draw his sword and turn around to save Zhao Huangting.

Emperor Yuanmeng is indeed very strong…

But Anle felt that the emperor from thousands of years ago… was stronger.

Even if it has been silent for thousands of years, even if it has been forgotten by the years in reality.

But it will still be the foundation for Anle.

The stone figurines are still standing on the stone steps, without any movements or postures, without any ease of movement, and unable to move at all.

But there was a sound, floating gently.

“Climb ten steps of Qingshan Mountain, kill ten immortals, gather ten strands of sword intent…”

“Although people are dying, the sword will never die.”

“Wind blows.”

Anle listened to this ethereal voice, slowly stretched out her hand, pressed her palm on the chest of the emperor’s stone figurine, and gradually closed her eyes.

His mind sank into his Dantian.

Above the sea of ​​dantian qi intertwined with innate spiritual energy, there is a golden elixir the size of a grain of rice suspended.

This golden elixir is the golden elixir of sword intent. Anle is walking on the stone path carrying the emperor’s stone figurine. When the emperor’s stone figurine kills an immortal, a ray of sword intent gathers. Ten strands of sword intent gather into rice grains of golden elixir, which is nourished in Dantian Qi sea.

Looking at the golden elixir of sword intent, Anle’s mental power moved without hesitation.

The Sword Intent Golden Pill slowly unfolded, like a person who just woke up and stretched.

This sword intention that had been sleeping for thousands of years… woke up at this moment.

The picture seemed to be stagnant at this moment.

Anle’s palm pressed on the stone figurine’s chest.

Stone figurines watch the world.

The years stand still.

Suddenly, the clouds and mist above the mountains were torn apart, and the golden sword spirit turned into rain, falling from the sky. The big raindrops hit the stone path, the ground, and the fallen bamboo leaves. On the stone figurines that have stood for thousands of years.

The spring mud makes the rain slide on the mirror, and the dawn trees bring clouds like a picture.

The golden rain of sword intent is like the majestic vitality brought by spring rain.

Beside the green mountain road, bamboo shoots sprout stubbornly.

The raindrops hit the stone figurines and soaked them, as if washing away the dust accumulated over thousands of years, making the colors of the stone figurines gradually become more vivid and lifelike, as if they were alive.

Anle slowly opened her eyes and a smile appeared on her lips.

“Senior, come out and see… the mountains and rivers here.”

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