Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit - #135 - Chapter 135 How can China be without heroism? How can a foreign race call itself an emperor?

No one knows what realm comes after the ten realms.

Even Emperor Yuanmeng, who was the number one in the world at the time, had only set foot in the Ten Realms and had not broken through them.

Therefore, for the world, this is an unsolved mystery. Perhaps… the Saint Master who overlooks the heaven and the world on the Holy Mountain has truly set foot in the Eleventh Realm.

That realm is unimaginable in this world.

However, if we turn back the years and count them in detail, can there be any peerless people who have reached the eleventh realm?

Maybe there was, and it might have existed in that chaotic era when a hundred schools of thought were contending. And the eternal emperor who personally created the Academy of Arts and the Martial Arts Temple, ended the chaotic era, unified the world, and unified the world, maybe… also broke the ten Realm, the existence of stepping into the eleventh realm.

However, such an existence cannot live forever.

According to records in the classics, this eternal emperor unified the world, made the demon clan Kun Pengshan, and all the dragons of the four seas bow their heads, and created an eternal prosperous age, but he became an unparalleled tyrant.

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

What happened in that battle, and how the emperor who was recorded throughout the ages died, have not been accurately judged so far.

It was as if there was a big invisible hand covering the sky, and the years of thousands of years ago were covered in smoke and dust, making it impossible to see the real details.

Is the Emperor a tyrant?

Is the immortal killing the emperor really doing harm to the world?

Everything has become unknown, like a broken history, and will forever become a time of endless expectations and reverie for future generations.

Emperor Yuan Meng stared at the young man in front of him, who was stubborn and full of pride. He was carrying Zhao Huangting, who was on the verge of death, with firm eyes. He looked at him, the best practitioner in the world, without any fear or despair in his eyes.

And Emperor Yuanmeng did feel an unusual power slowly reviving, a power that made him excited and looking forward to it.

There was a crack between his eyebrows, and the soul loomed out of it. It seemed that the majestic fire of Nirvana was moving in his Niwan Palace and was trapped in it.

His Yuanshen was so powerful that he transcended the Nine Realms, crossed the Immortal Stage, and truly achieved Nirvana.

Unlike Zhao Huangting, who was unable to control the Nirvana Fire, and could only be burned by the Nirvana Flame, and eventually withered with regret.

He has controlled Nirvana, and the energy and blood in his body are like the vast ocean. It is a real land wonderland. Any release of energy is enough to break through the vast sea and destroy the huge waves!

He released his Qi energy without concealment, and it was really like a rising sun, extremely bright, extremely dazzling, and extremely frightening.

A genius of a generation, he has been at the top of the world for five hundred years, and no one can challenge his edge.

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

There are two gates and three Buddha temples, one reaching the stars and one hell, all of which are difficult to shake.

This naturally proves the power and outrageousness of Emperor Yuanmeng.

Today, Emperor Yuan Meng’s silent blood seems to be starting to circulate at this moment.

The energy between heaven and earth condensed into substance. Emperor Yuanmeng stepped on the ground and stared at the young man whose white clothes were suddenly blown up by the wind.

When the wind rises from heaven and earth, it is a strong wind!

Sand and rocks are flying, rocks are flying in the air, and the waves are crashing on the shore!

There seemed to be a sword intent in An Le’s body that suddenly exploded like a fluctuating string.

With each flick, the air spreads like ripples!

An Le closed her eyes, carried Zhao Huangting on her back, and lifted the green mountain. The green mountain was in front of her, she stepped forward with her feet, and drew an arc with her toes on the ground.

Then Qingshan was suddenly pushed out.

A ray of golden sword intent lingered around Qingshan, causing the tattered bamboo sword to begin to fly towards Emperor Yuanmeng unhurriedly.

Emperor Yuanmeng’s body was full of energy, and he raised his hand in preparation, and punched the broken bamboo sword that was flying towards him.

Fists and swords collided violently!

The tip of the sword touched the bronze fist surface.

Instantly, in the center of the collision, a thin layer of ripples spread out like a lake surface. The ripples were like a breeze, and there was no huge momentum wherever they passed.

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

Thousands of feet away, some unknown birds were swept by the ripples, and instantly felt like they were struck by lightning. Only a few bird feathers were still floating, and their bodies had already exploded into blood mist.

On the city wall of Yuanmeng Capital, the city defense 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 Swordsman suppressed many powerful men in the Yuanmeng Empire, he crossed his arms and looked down at the bamboo sword that collided with Emperor Yuanmeng.

A trace of doubt gradually appeared in his eyes, and after the doubt… came shock!

This sword… actually collided with Emperor Yuan Meng’s, and they were evenly matched!

That was Emperor Yuanmeng, the best in the world at the Double Ten Realm!

Anle handed out a sword, why did he achieve this result? !

The Sixth Mountain Master felt that something was wrong with the situation. It turned out that this was Anle’s confidence all along!

Anle indeed had a trump card that he had never thought of.

Suddenly, the Sixth Mountain Master thought of the word that appeared on the first mountain after he set foot on the first mountain.

“win.”

Could it be…

boom!

Zhao Huangting, who was being carried by An Le, suddenly felt an invisible wave of air impacting his body. His figure was suddenly swept away and landed on the ground in the distance.

Anle’s white clothes were flying, and her closed eyes slowly opened.

Deep in the child’s hole…

What flows is gold!

The surging golden sword intent!

The strong wind from heaven and earth rose out of thin air, and the white clothes were hunting. The swallow in the sword box returned to its nest at this moment, and made a brilliant sword chant.

However, Anle’s hair was flying and she did not use the swallow to return to the nest.

He just opened his golden eyes and looked at Emperor Yuan Meng who was blocking the bamboo sword Qingshan.

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

In the green mountains, next to the emperor’s stone figurines.

Anle pressed her palm on the stone figurine’s heart and spoke softly.

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

“good.”

Between heaven and earth, there were extremely majestic words echoing.

After responding, a fragment the size of a fingernail cracked on the cheek of the emperor’s stone figurine. The fragments cracked into dust and turned into sand between the fingers, flying in the wind.

“The sword intention only has ten strands, and it cannot even sustain a complete sword move alone. However, you can just take a look and experience the purity of the sword.”

“What Gu Zeng admired was fellow practitioners who practiced physical training and spiritual refining. He integrated the world’s methods and studied a book of scriptures. You have obtained 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 and find it.”

“It shouldn’t be hard to find.”

The majestic voice resounded in Anle’s mind, lingering endlessly like drums at dusk and bells in the morning.

Anle could clearly feel that the rice-sized sword intent elixir condensed in his dantian began to evaporate bit by bit.

“The sword, raised horizontally, is ‘one’.”

“One who is indomitable to move forward.”

“A blockbuster one.”

“One who rules the world.”

“When you see this ‘one’, you can be unparalleled and destroy everything.”

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The bottom of Jianchi Lake.

The water flows and the sword energy rises.

The old sword master opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with admiration and admiration. The awakening of the sword intention from thousands of years ago represented the ultimate in swordsmanship in the world.

This means that his move to suppress An Le with Jianchi Lake was not wrong.

“The peerless emperor from ten thousand years ago, and the peerless Emperor Yuanmeng today… are interesting.”

The old sword master smiled.

“This world will begin 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 mountain gate buildings are lined up in rows and rows, standing deep in the mountains. It seems that there are birds and fairy spirits 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.

Sweeping the dust away, his eyes were filled with complex expressions.

“This one is actually able to recover…”

“However, it has not fully recovered yet. The world-famous An family is the key to recovery… He has great luck, and if Taozi can replace him, Zhenwu Temple will surely reach 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 resurrection.

The will of Zhenwu Guan… is to contain this person’s recovery.

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Tianshi Mansion on Yunjin Mountain.

The old Heavenly Master, with gray hair, looked at the purple golden lotus that filled the pond.

What he held in his hand was an edict from the Emperor of the Zhao family. He wanted to make the Tianshi Mansion the state religion of Zhao. As long as the Tianshi Mansion presented a 500-year-old Purple Qi Golden Lotus.

However, the old Heavenly Master looked at the “one” sword energy that cut through the sky.

A smile suddenly appeared on the old face full of grooves.

The edict in his hand was burned into nothingness.

This pool full of purple golden lotus…

Maybe there is a better candidate.

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Kunpeng Mountain.

“The wind is blowing!”

“The king is recovering!”

“Whoever prevents the king from resurrecting is an enemy of Kunpeng Mountain!”

A low sound, like a cry, resounded among the hundreds of thousands of rivers in Kunpeng Mountain. Countless birds and beasts started up, flapping their wings continuously, making the entire silent mountain range noisy.

On this day, the huge Kunpeng Mountain was filled with beasts and monsters!

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The falling snow between the sky and the earth suddenly became sharp, and each piece of snow was spinning at high speed, carrying the sword energy.

All of this happened after An Le opened his eyes, and the golden sword intent surged, which caused the changes in the celestial phenomena. Just opening his eyes, and just leaking a little sword intent, caused the celestial phenomena to change!

The soft falling snow turned into sharp sword pieces.

Behind the misty dusk clouds, there seemed to be a bright sun about to tear through the darkness.

certainly……

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

Emperor Yuanmeng blocked this sword, a sword that he tried to break five hundred years ago but could not break.

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

To break this sword, you would have to break a mountain.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.

Emperor Yuanmeng’s courage continued to rise. The sword he resisted was surging with sword intent, but it was difficult for him to retreat even half a step.

He stared at the sword with bright eyes, and he knew the secret in the sword.

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

The great wind that happened thousands of years ago, and the sword intention that had been silent for thousands of years, was actually hidden in the sword!

Emperor Yuan Meng became excited, and his whole body was trembling slightly. It was an uncontrollable excitement, an expectation that spanned the years and could compete with peerless figures.

Compared with the confrontation with Zhao Huangting, he showed even greater respect. There were traces of blood intertwining between heaven and earth, wrapping around his body.

This is a mysterious existence, and now, he has the opportunity to compete with such an existence!

“Happy!”

Emperor Yuanmeng spoke.

An Le, with gilded eyes, looked at Emperor Yuan Meng with a dull look, the tallest man in the world.

With one step, the figure appeared in front of the bamboo sword Qingshan. This sword, which had been silent for countless years, shone brightly at this moment. The golden sword intention wrapped around it, turning the sword into brilliant gold.

A finger pointed at the hilt of the sword.

Emperor Yuanmeng felt the sword intent coming!

winter! ! !

Like a boulder thrown into a lake, Emperor Yuanmeng retreated eight hundred feet, and finally hit the majestic city wall of Yuanmeng Capital City, smashing out dense spider webs from the city defense formations intertwined on the city wall.

Emperor Yuanmeng’s eyes were as bright as the bright sun.

“Aliens dare to enter the Middle-earth and call themselves emperors?”

“How could the mountains and rivers here be so sick?”

An Le, whose eyes were shining with gold, looked at Emperor Yuan Meng, but he just frowned slightly and spoke indifferently.

There is an unspeakable sense of loss in the words.

On the sky.

A trace of sadness appeared on the cold face of the Sixth Mountain Master.

Zhao Huangting, who was sitting on the ground, was filled with shame.

Wan Jie Liu, who was thousands of feet away, was trembling all over, and his heart was extremely excited.

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

Emperor Yuanmeng, whose back smashed into the city defense formation, slowly pulled out his body.

Staring at An Le with gilded eyes, he smiled and said: “This sword is a gift, and I must return the gift.”

Emperor Yuanmeng took a step forward, and his body instantly left countless running figures on the spot that had not yet dispersed, and the ground exploded into pits and cracks.

The distance of eight hundred feet was shortened in an instant, and Emperor Yuan Meng launched a simple punch, but this simple punch was the essence of Emperor Yuan Meng’s combat power.

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The qi and blood in the body roar to the extreme. The fire of Nirvana uses the body as an oven. During the burning, the spread of the mind’s power wraps up the qi and blood, all gathered in one punch.

“How many swords can be drawn?”

Emperor Yuanmeng’s hair was fluttering, he raised his fists and stared at Anle, who was holding a bamboo sword and his eyes were gilded.

The sword intent golden elixir is consumed quickly and cannot be maintained for long.

“It’s only two swords. It’s such a pity.” Emperor Yuanmeng didn’t get an answer, but he already saw the truth and sighed regretfully.

Then he punched down!

An Le, whose eyes were gilded, also waved his sword gently.

At this moment, there is only one huge “one” left in the world.

After the splendor, there is silence.

The shadows behind Emperor Yuanmeng disappeared one after another. His figure remained motionless, but the sleeve that had hit the sword had already turned into powder, revealing a thick and muscular arm covered with sword marks.

An Le, whose eyes were gilded in white, was still better than the snow, and he flew lightly and landed next to Zhao Huangting.

He looked at Emperor Yuan Meng calmly.

“Can it be restored to its full glory and let Gu Jian see the great wind?”

Emperor Yuanmeng shook his numb arm, looked at Anle, and asked.

“How can China not be heroic? How can a foreigner call himself an emperor?”

“There’s a chance.”

A dull voice spread from Anle’s mouth.

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

“Gu, wait.”

Emperor Yuan Meng chuckled lightly, clasping his hands behind his back with endless pride.

He looked up.

The dusk clouds in the sky were torn apart, and the “Yi” sword that shocked the world just now made the heavenly gate appear vaguely on the sky.

One sword opens the gate of heaven.

Before the sword cuts, the gate of heaven opens for him!

He is indeed a legendary figure.

How did such a character die in the first place?

Will he also face such a disaster?

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 that would bring this existence back to its peak.

If he wins, he will know it.

If he loses, there is no point in knowing.

“This child can leave naturally, and I will no longer pursue him today. But whether he can cross the river depends on fate.”

“If you use this son as your successor, the descendants of that son will also compete with him openly. From today on, all the geniuses in the Yuanmeng Empire will aim to defeat this son.”

“I’m still looking forward to that battle, but I don’t want to die so soon.”

Emperor Yuanmeng looked at Anle and said.

winter!

After finishing his words, he stepped down, causing ripples on the ground.

Emperor Yuan Meng ascended to the sky step by step, his vigorous hair flying, and he appeared directly in front of the Tianmen.

The aura is as bright as the sun, staring at the heavenly gate that is about to move, with immortal energy and birds.

With a grasp of five fingers, the dragon veins outside Yuan Meng Capital rose up from the ground, and then condensed into a black and yellow bow in his hand.

Emperor Yuan Meng raised his chin, drew his bow to the full moon, and pointed at the Tianmen in the distance.

An unparalleled genius, he can swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.

I want to bend my bow and shoot at the gods!

Anle’s golden eyes were filled with indifference, and he glanced at the Sixth Mountain Master, then slowly raised the bamboo sword in his hand.

The bamboo sword waved.

The whole world seemed to have sword intent rising up, enveloping Zhao Huangting, passing through the world in an instant, passing through the mountains and rivers of the Middle Earth, and disappeared.

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

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain had no expression on his face, crossed his arms over his chest, and put all three thousand red dust swords into the pine wood sword box.

Anle has gone, why is he still here?

The master of the sixth mountain also left with his sword.

Emperor Yuanmeng also had no intention of retaining anyone.

Thousands of willow trees standing thousands of feet up from the ground, turned around, ran wildly and disappeared into the ground.

Snow fell from the sky.

Emperor Yuan Meng, who was bowing his head, had a smile on his lips.

Apart from the Holy Master, there was another expectation for him in this world.

The first emperor of all time…so what?

Today’s era is no longer the era of those years!

No one can stop Yuan Meng’s horns and cavalry.

The whole world will eventually crawl at the feet of Emperor Yuan Meng!

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The sky is filled with snow.

A lot of flying snow was suddenly divided into four categories.

When the last ray of sword intent disappears, the sword light can no longer move freely.

An Le’s white clothes were fluttering, and the golden color in his eyes had long since dissipated. He was carrying Zhao Huangting on his back, and stepped on the ground of Middle Earth.

The emperor’s stone figurine used the last ray of sword power to send him here.

Anle stretched out her hand and gently wiped away the snow-covered stone tablet in front of her.

Gradually, the ancient word “Lishan” on the monument appeared.

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