Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit - #303 - Chapter 303: After drinking a cup of red wine, it is not a waste of time to travel to this world.
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“My sword?”
Anle was slightly stunned, and had some doubts in his heart because of what the Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit said.
“Which sword?”
Anle asked.
There are quite a lot of swords in his hand, such as the Bamboo Sword Qingshan, the Vermillion Bird Sword, and the Soft Light Sword. These are all treasure-level swords. If you count them in detail, the Soul River can also be turned into a sword of the soul when necessary.
But Anle knew that the Vermillion Bird Sword and the Soft Light Sword were probably not the swords mentioned by the Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit.
The sword energy lingering around the ancestral sword spirit, bathed in the power of the true path of time, is very leisurely and comfortable, and the pressure of its own sword is also constantly rising.
It seems that he is somewhat dismissive of the issue of peace and happiness.
“What other sword could you have?”
“The two swords you hide in your five internal organs are not even third-level treasures… are they worthy of being used to seal such a holy-level formation?”
The little girl’s voice contained a disdainful smile, showing her disdain for the Vermillion Bird Sword and the Soft Light Sword.
Two precious swords, in its eyes, are nothing more than that.
Perhaps the third-level most precious sword can be given a high look, while the second-level most precious sword…
Not caring at all.
“Is that Bamboo Sword Qingshan?”
Anle took a deep breath and said.
The Bamboo Sword Qingshan… is his personal sword. What Zhao Huangting passed down to him is the sword that has accompanied him from being weak to being powerful now, standing at the pinnacle of the human world.
It may not be as domineering as the most precious sword, nor as sharp as a real sword, but in Anle’s heart, its meaning is greater than the sword itself.
“of course.”
“Your bamboo sword is quite good. It seems that you are good at choosing a sword master. I chose you when you were weak.”
Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit said with a smile.
For Zhujian Qingshan, he is obviously not so disdainful and frivolous, and seems to have some appreciation.
“Do you want to use a bamboo sword?”
When Anle heard the news, she still felt a little sad.
“This sword means a lot to me. It was given by an elder and has inherited his will.”
Anle said softly.
“It’s normal. Every sword cultivator has special feelings for his or her sword. It’s hard to let go of it. It’s normal.”
“However, a sword never passes through one owner. There is no immortality in this world, but swords can last forever.”
“The bamboo sword in your hand has experienced more than one generation of sword masters, hasn’t it?”
Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit said.
“Now, if you want to seal the holy formation, you have to sacrifice this sword. Of course, it’s a sacrifice… but it doesn’t actually destroy this sword. This sword is still of high quality. Although it’s not as good as mine, it’s It won’t be destroyed easily.”
“It’s just used to seal the formation. This sword is needed to suppress the formation and serve as a seal.”
Anle felt relieved when he heard this.
It’s not that the Bamboo Sword Qingshan is destroyed. If this sword is really destroyed, Anle will really feel a little entangled and melancholy.
On one side is the world, on the other side is the sword that has witnessed his growth and accompanied him from weak to powerful.
Choices always present a dilemma.
However, Anle was a little curious. He knew that the Bamboo Sword Qingshan was very mysterious and powerful. The Saint Master also said that this sword had an extraordinary origin.
The mottled bamboo sheds a thousand tears, and the red clouds bloom with hundreds of clothes.
The material of the bamboo sword Qingshan is special, and it is tainted with the meaning of the emperor.
But, more concretely, happiness is unknowable.
“Senior, do you know the origin of the bamboo sword in my hand? I have never been able to tell the quality of this bamboo sword. It has the toughness that is not weaker than the treasure, and is very sharp, but it does not have the light and breath of the treasure. “
Anle expressed her doubts and asked.
Hearing this, Zu Jian Sword Spirit was silent for a moment, as if he was not very willing to tell the secret.
However, I feel very conscientious when I think of the true power of the great road that An Le has repeatedly paid filial piety to.
Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit still spoke.
“Why do I say that only by sacrificing your sword can the Holy Immortal Formation be sealed… Don’t look at this bamboo sword, which is quite tattered, but it is the sword of the emperor.”
“It’s true that it has been tainted with the emperor’s will, but the sword itself is unusual.”
“You know me as the Ancestral Sword of Heaven, but do you know that both the human sword and the Netherworld actually have one sword, called the Ancestral Sword.”
“The Human Ancestral Sword, the Netherworld Ancestral Sword… are slightly inferior to me in terms of rank and were suppressed by me, but they are indeed the Ancestral Swords.”
The Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit spoke reluctantly and revealed a huge secret.
“In the heavenly calendar, a war that turbulent the Three Realms broke out thousands of years ago. That battle… involved three swords. The strongest of the Three Realms clashed because of this. The Human Sword collapsed with the fall of the Human Emperor, leaving only Broken Sword…”
“The Netherworld Ancestral Sword was suppressed by me as the Lord of the Netherworld fell into deep sleep, and will never see the light of day again.”
“The bamboo sword in your hand is the remnant of the ancestral sword in the human world. It is the sword of the emperor in the human world.”
“That’s why you are qualified to suppress the sealing holy order formation, and it is possible to do the impossible.”
The Sword Spirit of Heaven’s Ancestral Sword couldn’t help but sigh.
An Le was dumbfounded when he heard this. It was thousands of years ago in the heavens, but millions of years ago in the human world…
Just thinking about it, you can feel the rich historical atmosphere.
At that time, in the world, there was actually an emperor who could hold the ancestral sword of the human world. Can he compete with the top powerhouses in heaven?
“The three realms were balanced at the beginning, and even the flow rate of time is balanced… However, as time goes by, it will never remain unchanged. There will always be ups and downs, and the long river will also be restless, with waves from time to time.”
“The invasion of the Holy Demon is actually a key reason for breaking the balance of the Three Realms.”
The Ancestral Sword of Heaven said.
However, he did not go into too much detail. Although the invasion of the Holy Demon was the main factor that broke the balance, there must be many unknown important secrets.
“Although the bamboo sword in your hand is already a broken sword, after finding you as the sword master, it has recovered a lot under the influence of your aura, and the sword intention of the former emperor has vaguely emerged.”
“Even if there is just a trace of the emperor’s aura, it is enough. It is more than enough to suppress a holy formation.” Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit said easily.
However, Anle took a deep breath and understood the difficulty.
However, he still had a doubt and couldn’t help but ask: “Senior, what is the realm of the emperor…?”
The Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit looked at him as if he were a fool.
“This junior has very short cultivation and shallow qualifications. He has accidentally reached the eleventh realm now. He has not done much research on higher realms.” Anle smiled awkwardly.
If Zu Jian had eyes at this moment, he would definitely roll his eyes.
Is it worth pretending to be cool with a sword?
“The emperor…in heaven, the twelve realms are the Immortal Kings, and the emperors…are those in the extreme realm of the thirteenth realm, who have touched the bottleneck of transcending the thirteenth realm.”
“In today’s Three Realms… the emperor is basically invisible.”
There was a hint of emotion and sigh in the little girl-like voice of Heavenly Ancestral Sword.
When Anle heard this, his heart was slightly shaken.
The Emperor…Only the best among the thirteen realms can be called the Emperor!
According to Sword Spirit, those who control the top forces in the sky, such as the Lord of Heaven, the Zhenwu Emperor of Penglai Immortal Island, the Ancestral Dragons of Zulong Island… cannot be called emperors!
They haven’t reached the end of the extreme realm yet!
That Saint Master… is the Emperor?
Anle didn’t know, this question… Zujian Sword Spirit didn’t answer immediately. If he wanted to know, Anle might have to ask it himself.
But maybe not, because Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit said that the emperor is no longer seen in the Three Realms.
“The Holy Master…cannot be called an emperor.”
Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit thought about it for a while and answered.
This answer, which was not an answer, was somewhat of a riddle. Anle thought about it and stopped thinking about it.
“Anle, do you still want to seal this holy formation?”
“The price is… your sword! This is the sword of the emperor. Although it is only a broken sword now, your physique is special. One day, you can slowly revive this sword and become the real sword of the emperor. !”
“Are you still willing?”
The Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit asked in a deep voice.
The Emperor’s Sword, hold it, and you may have the opportunity to master the real Emperor’s Sword in the future, overlook the world, and aspire to dominate the three realms.
but……
If we want to save the current human world and suppress the Immortal Land, we need to use this sword as a sealing object to seal the holy formation…
does it worth?
Anle fell silent.
Many pictures flashed before his eyes.
He thought of Lin’an, Jinguan City, Jiangling Mansion…
Those scenes of mountains and rivers in the world appeared in his mind like a fleeting glance.
The mountains and rivers are gorgeous and very beautiful.
If we abandon the human world, the future human world…may become a place of slavery in the Ascension Land. The Ascension Land may feed back to the human world in a short period of time, making the spiritual energy of the world gradually richer, but slowly the origin of the human world will be lost due to the influence of God in the Ascension Land. Because of the origin’s intervention, it became increasingly weak.
In the end, the cultivation in the human world dried up again, and the land of heaven ascended to immortality became a fairy land high above, overlooking the human world.
It is definitely not a good thing for God and the world to have a bridge and link like the Immortal Land without any barriers.
Anle took a deep breath, and her eyes gradually became firmer.
Looking at the Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit, he uttered one word.
“seal up!”
…
…
Over Lin’an City.
The peach blossom trees are swaying, and the tyrannical power of the mind is shining like stars, misty over Lin’an.
Zhao Xianyou’s soul was safe and sound, being chopped down by the Anle Sword again and again, and finally emerged from the peach tree unharmed, immortal!
Peach trees are rooted in the void, connecting the entire Immortal Land. A powerful formation pressure that makes people’s souls tremble is like a big curtain, making people despair.
Holy Immortal Formation!
On the tower of Lin’an City, King Kunpeng, Beihai and Donghai Dragon Lords and other eleven powerful men all showed unwillingness in their eyes!
They did not expect that even if Anle defeated Zhao Xianyou, he would still be unable to break through the plan of God in Shengxian Land.
In order to ascend to the Immortal Land, God is actually willing to go to great lengths to arrange a holy-level formation!
The arrangement of the formation requires resources and costs. It does not mean that the arrangement is just arrangement. God can arrange the holy formation for the Immortal Land, and the resources paid are absolutely massive. It may be enough to cultivate an Immortal King!
However, such resources are actually just to maintain the continued expansion of the Immortal Land in the human world!
At this moment, the cultivators in the human world all realized the importance that the cultivators in heaven attached to the Immortal Land.
Zhao Xianyou’s soul is almost immortal. If he cannot break through the holy formation, he cannot obliterate Zhao Xianyou’s soul and cannot expel the Immortal Land. Then this attack on Lin’an… can also be considered to have ended in vain.
So what if Da Zhao is really destroyed?
If the Shengxian Land is stabilized, more immortals can be extradited into the human world, not to mention just one Great Zhao. In the future, the immortals can support as many great Zhaos as they want in the human world!
The haze was like a black cloud, covering everyone’s heart.
Lu Yishan, Ye Longsheng, Li Youan and others were all staring at Anle, watching the continuous killing of Zhao Xianyou’s soul, but Zhao Xianyou’s soul repeatedly emerged from the peach tree, and was immortal…
I don’t know what Anle is thinking at this moment.
Give up… or… continue?
But if he continues, he still can’t kill Zhao Xianyou’s soul.
And Anle’s previous extremely powerful sword energy, I’m afraid he can’t cut a few swords.
Maybe if he cuts out a thousand swords, he can wipe out Zhao Xianyou’s soul and make it impossible for him to revive, but… Can Anle really cut out a thousand swords in his state?
With such a terrifying sword energy, it is already extremely difficult to cut out a sword.
The consumption of energy and spirit must be huge!
Suddenly.
Everyone’s eyes condensed.
They saw Anle move, still holding up the tattered bamboo sword in his hand…
This means that Anle still hasn’t given up, and still intends to attack Zhao Xianyou, and will not stop until Zhao Xianyou’s soul is destroyed!
The peach tree swayed in the breeze, and the petals of peach blossoms withered, and peaches were produced. In the pink peaches, it was like a cocoon, nourishing a soul.
It was as if he was swearing to Anle, who was still holding the sword, that you continue to kill, and you can produce as many souls as you kill.
The holy-level formation…is invincible and indestructible in the world!
The world was silent.
Only the gentle breeze blew slowly.
Zhao Xianyou’s soul sat cross-legged, shining, and the soul light rain continued to be produced behind him, like a rainbow.
He looked at Anle calmly.
“Your sword is sharp, but can the holy-level formation…break it?”
Zhao Xianyou opened his mouth and asked Anle.
Although it was an inquiry, it seemed as if he was talking to Anle in a positive tone. He was sure that although Anle’s sword was extremely powerful and could easily kill powerful people, it might have touched the level of the Immortal King. However, it was absolutely impossible to break the Saint-level formation. Touching the level of the Immortal King, it was not the real level of the Immortal King. Even if he used the holy weapon, Anle could not fully exert the power of the holy weapon, and naturally could not break the formation! Therefore, this was a dead question. For Anle, it was impossible to think of the answer to the answer! Listening to Zhao Xianyou’s inquiry, Anle shook his head very honestly: “It can’t be broken.” This is the truth. He really couldn’t break the Saint-level formation, even if he mastered the River of Time, even if he mastered the Ancestral Sword Spirit… He still couldn’t break it. He asked the Ancestral Sword Spirit in person, and even offered fifty groups of the power of the Real Avenue of Time, but the Ancestral Sword Spirit still said that it couldn’t be broken, so it was definitely impossible to break it. But… Anle didn’t say the following words. Although he couldn’t break it, he could seal it! Suddenly, a light emerged from his eyes.
In the Daoguo space, a sword light seemed to fly and whistle out from the depths of the endless black void.
It spread into the bamboo sword and green mountain.
The dust on this tattered bamboo sword was suddenly washed away, the bamboo spots disappeared, and it was brand new, and even burst out with extreme sharpness! Swallowing and spitting out sharp sword energy!
It was as if a sword without a soul suddenly had a soul at this moment!
Anle knew that this was because the sword spirit of the Supreme Heavenly Ancestral Sword poured into the bamboo sword and green mountain. At this moment, it was no longer him, Anle, who controlled the bamboo sword and green mountain, but the sword spirit of the Supreme Heavenly Ancestral Sword!
“So broken…”
The voice of the ancestral sword spirit’s disdain came from the bamboo sword and green mountain and poured into Anle’s mind.
But Anle couldn’t say anything.
The bamboo sword Qingshan itself is a broken sword, but it is normal to be broken…
“But fortunately, because of the nourishment of your physique, the remaining emperor’s will has indeed revived a little… barely enough.” The voice of the ancestral sword spirit came.
“In this case… let’s start.”
An Le took a deep breath and his eyes fell on the bamboo sword Qingshan, with a little reluctance.
This bamboo sword that has been with him for a long time may have to temporarily part with him at this moment.
An Le believes that it is temporary. When his cultivation is enough to break the Saint-level formation, he will take back the bamboo sword Qingshan with his own strength!
“Okay!”
The ancestral sword spirit is also unwilling to stay in the bamboo sword Qingshan for a long time. After all, this is not its body. If An Le had not become its sword master, it might not be able to enter the bamboo sword Qingshan.
The aura of its own ancestral sword will completely destroy the bamboo sword Qingshan and completely destroy this broken emperor’s sword.
Buzz…
A dull humming sound spread from the bamboo sword.
It can be seen with the naked eye that the surface of the bamboo sword seems to be transmitting dense vibrations, causing ripples in the space!
Between heaven and earth, dense sword energy was born. At this moment, the bamboo sword Qingshan held by Anle seemed to become a bright star, shining with extremely dazzling light!
The light became more and more intense, and finally even the eleventh realm strongman could not look directly at this brilliance, and could not help but shift his eyes and turn his head!
Zhao Xianyou’s soul was under the peach tree, the wind was light and the clouds were clear, and he was protected by the holy-level formation. He didn’t think Anle could break the formation.
It was precisely because of his confidence in the holy-level formation that he was at ease.
“Anle, give up, you can’t break the formation, and you can’t hinder the existence of the immortal land in the world.”
Zhao Xianyou looked at Anle, who still hadn’t given up and seemed to want to cut a sword, and couldn’t help but sigh.
Why is this person so stubborn? !
“I promise you that the land of immortality is in the human world, and the cultivators of heaven are in the human world. I will not interfere too much with the affairs of the human world, nor will I interfere with the succession of dynasties, nor will I interfere with the cultivation of human cultivators…”
Zhao Xianyou said in a deep voice.
At this moment, he represents the Zhenwu Emperor, and his words naturally carry weight.
This can be regarded as Zhao Xianyou’s relief.
But in fact, Zhao Xianyou doesn’t really care about these conditions. He needs the Immortal Land to be opened in the human world to realize the alternative immortality of heavenly practitioners.
Immortality is the key, and everything else is unimportant to the Immortal Land.
Anle shook his head: “You know, the greatest impact of Shengxian Land on the human world is not this…”
“It is an influence on the origin of the human world. The existence of the Immortal Land in the human world will restore human practice in a short period of time. However, as time goes by, the source of God contained in the Immortal Land will absorb the power of the human origin… “
The words of happiness are like drums in the evening and bells in the morning.
The establishment of Shengxiandi or not.
What it concerns… is not only the future of practitioners in the world, but also the rise and fall of the origin of a world!
Zhao Xianyou did not refute, because this was something that could actually happen.
As Anle steps into the realm of origin, he sees more and more things and understands more and more about the origin.
“These shouldn’t be your concerns. The Holy Master will of course care…Now, the opening of the Immortal Land can at least… quickly help the recovery of human practice. This… even the Holy Master acquiesces to it.”
Zhao Xianyou’s eyes were burning, looking directly at the dazzling sword light, as if he saw An Le holding the sword, and said solemnly.
Anle slowly raised the sword. At this moment, he only felt that the bamboo sword in his hand, which should be commanded like an arm, became extremely heavy. Swinging the sword was like swinging a mountain.
“The Holy Master has the idea of a Holy Master, but I… also have my own persistence.”
Anle said softly.
Zhao Xianyou was stunned.
Unexpectedly, he would hear such a statement from An Le.
For a moment, Zhao Xianyou couldn’t help but feel a little disturbed. He found… Anle was not afraid, and he was not afraid of anyone.
Even the Holy Master, who is known as the last guardian of the world, is also fearless and has his own persistence and his own ideas.
Zhao Xianyou shook his head, and it had to be said that his appreciation for Anle became more and more intense.
Unfortunately, Anle is a practitioner in the human world. If Anle was a practitioner in Penglai Immortal Island, he would even be willing to exhaust the resources of Penglai Immortal Island to support Anle.
“If you can’t break the holy order formation, how can you persist?”
Zhao Xianyou sighed.
The endless sword light was as bright as the blazing sun. Anle held the bamboo sword Qingshan and gently released his hand. He pushed the sword hilt with his palm. Suddenly, the blazing sun of the bamboo sword Qingshan floated towards the Peach Blossom Villa. …
A very scary sword.
At this moment, even Zhao Xianyou couldn’t help but feel trembling in his heart, feeling great terror.
It seems that this sword contains enough power to destroy the heaven and earth, enough power to set the entire Penglai Immortal Island on fire!
This power… even Zhao Xianyou, an extremely powerful man, couldn’t help but be shocked.
“The power of the emperor?”
Zhao Xianyou’s eyes narrowed.
Staring carefully at the bamboo sword Qingshan that escaped from Anle’s grasp and slowly floated towards the Peach Blossom Villa…
“The Emperor’s Sword? The Emperor’s Sword in the World?”
Zhao Xianyou took a deep breath.
The Ancestral Sword of Heaven, the Ancestral Sword of the Human World, and the Ancestral Sword of the Netherworld… There are three ancestral swords in the three realms. Naturally, it is a secret that is difficult for ordinary practitioners to know, but how can they not know the reincarnation of an extremely powerful person like Zhao Xianyou?
“The tattered bamboo sword in Anle’s hand…is actually the human ancestral sword?”
“No…according to ancient records, the human ancestral sword has long been destroyed. The tattered bamboo sword in Anle’s hand cannot be the real human ancestral sword. It is probably…just a broken sword!”
“This royal aura, maybe… is just a trace of the royal aura left in the broken sword!”
“It’s bluffing!”
Zhao Xianyou gradually became more confident.
Even if it is so powerful that it can kill him, it cannot prevent him from resurrecting. If his soul is not destroyed, the Immortal Land will not be destroyed!
However, Zhao Xianyou suddenly shook his body.
His eyes narrowed, as if he thought of something.
He raised his head abruptly, looking past the bamboo sword, and saw An Le, who was dressed in white and snow-clad, standing quietly behind the sword.
Anle was sitting cross-legged in the air. In the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows, a divine light emerged, as if a river of soul was flowing.
Then, a soul jumped out of it.
A wisp of sword light burst out from the bamboo sword, sweeping across Anle’s soul and cutting off a ray of soul. Anle’s chopped off soul was integrated into the bamboo sword.
Anle raised his palms, with the upper and lower palms overlapping and parallel.
Slowly open and close up and down, and push forward.
Suddenly the bamboo sword turned into two, two into four, four into eight…
Finally, it was densely covered with peach blossoms!
Buzz buzz…
The tip of the sword points downward, sealing every corner of the void!
Zhao Xianyou raised his head, his hair was flying, and the loose clothes on his body were constantly flying under the fierce sword energy.
He took a deep breath…
This posture…
It seems that they are setting up a formation!
Anle’s posture is not intended to break the formation at all!
Instead, he plans to seal it!
Plan to seal the Holy Order Immortal Formation!
“The Emperor’s intention…the human ancestral sword…”
“You are indeed qualified to seal the holy formation!”
Zhao Xianyou’s heart skipped a beat as he thought of An Le’s purpose, but…he was powerless to stop it.
boom!
!
Suddenly, a majestic will filled the air from each bamboo sword in the green mountains. Finally, in the sky above the Peach Blossom Villa, it condensed into a huge, giant-like shadow.
That is the shadow of the emperor!
The emperor who once ruled the world!
Although it is just a wisp of the emperor’s breath after a long time.
However, now in this world, it seems that the entire world has come to life.
Anle’s face was pale, and the price he paid to seal the holy formation was not a small one!
He paid the price of the Bamboo Sword Qingshan. The Qingshan was his sword. It was connected with his mind and sealed the holy formation. It was impossible for Anle not to give up the power of the soul that controlled the Bamboo Sword Qingshan, so he had to kill the soul…
At this moment, An Le, who looked pale, opened his eyes wide and stared at the emperor’s meaning extracted from the bamboo sword and green mountain.
That tall figure, even though it was just a glimpse of will and aura, was incredibly powerful.
It seems that in a single thought, the heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, and everything in the world are moving!
He is the real master of the world!
Euthanasia stared at it, not out of awe…
But because of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
He stared at the huge shadow, and on it… saw a purple-gold aura of time.
The energy of the years was swaying and extremely thick.
An Le’s wounded mind was pulling with all his strength, trying to absorb this wisp of purple-gold energy from the emperor’s body!
This is no easy task!
The soul was injured, coupled with the powerful aura of the emperor.
It is not easy for Anle to pull this purple-gold time energy.
Fortunately, this was just a wisp of the emperor’s intention left in the bamboo sword. Anle finally pulled the purple-gold time energy from the shadow with difficulty and absorbed it into the Tao Fruit space.
In an instant, the Dao Fruit Space was filled with purple energy!
A trace of blood leaked from the corner of Anle’s lips.
However, there was a hearty smile on his face.
The energy of time absorbed from the emperor’s body… may allow him to see the picture of another glorious era in the world!
the other side.
The shadow of the emperor appeared, and countless swords overlapped and turned into an extremely huge ancient sword. The emperor held the sword with the tip of the sword touching the ground.
Stab down suddenly!
boom!
Zhao Xianyou’s soul was shaken, and the soul’s blood sprayed out from his mouth and nose, and he was shocked!
“No, the Immortal Land cannot be destroyed like this!”
“The plans related to God cannot be destroyed like this!”
A deep, powerful, and majestic will appeared in Zhao Xianyou’s eyes.
That is the will of Penglai Xiandao Zhenwu Emperor’s true body is about to come, completely occupying the soul, and then resisting and destroying this emperor’s will, destroying Anle’s seal on the holy formation!
Anle’s expression changed slightly.
He raised his head and could see the vortex behind the Immortal Land spinning continuously, connecting to the sky. There seemed to be a terrifying existence that wanted to cross over!
Anle took a deep breath, he no longer had any trump cards.
If the Zhenwu Emperor really intervenes across borders, perhaps the plan to seal the Immortal Land will really fail.
Suddenly, the whirlpool that connected to the heaven behind the Immortal Land suddenly dissipated.
An Le was startled and suddenly looked in the direction of Zhao Xianyou.
However, Zhao Xianyou covered his cheek and suddenly raised his head, his hair flying.
“You dare to influence me at this time?!”
Zhao Xianyou roared.
And behind Zhao Xianyou’s Yuan Shen, a misty, not very powerful Yuan Shen phantom appeared, smiling.
Anle’s expression suddenly became complicated.
“Zhao Jiu.”
Zhao Jiu once drank a pot of old rice wine with him.
“What’s there to be afraid of?”
“This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for.”
Zhao Jiu no longer paid attention to Zhao Xianyou. His clothes were flying, his skirt was open, and his hair was hanging down. He was full of unrestrainedness, just like when he first met him.
There was a smile on his lips, he looked at Anle, clasped his fists and bowed: “Brother An, long time no see.”
Anle also stood up, cupped his fists and bowed in return: “Brother Zhao Jiu.”
The sky and the earth were silent, except for the scene of two people bowing and holding hands, as if engraved in history and remembered in the years.
“Zhao Xianyou wants to use his soul as a guide to attract Zhenwu to cross the border and break Brother An’s sealing technique.”
“However, I separated from his soul, making his soul incomplete. Zhao Xianyou cannot guide him, and Emperor Zun cannot cross the boundary for the time being.”
“Brother An’s sealing technique can be performed with confidence.”
Zhao Jiu said with a smile, unrestrained and uninhibited.
“You are crazy! Without the soul, you are just a ray of soul without an owner. You will eventually flow into the netherworld and fall into the netherworld forever. It will be difficult to cross to the other side and never see the light of day again!”
Zhao Xianyou’s soul was cut off, and now he looked at Zhao Jiu with cold eyes.
He did not expect that Zhao Jiu, who had been suppressed for so long, would actually attack at this moment.
He originally thought that Zhao Jiu had accepted his fate, but in the end his will was completely wiped out and he merged with his soul.
Zhao Jiu did not answer Zhao Xianyou.
Just looking at Anle: “Made a gesture of drinking.”
“After drinking cups of red dust wine, my body is stained with the smoke and smoke of the human world. I, Zhao Jiu, am finally a guest in the human world!”
“It’s not a worthwhile trip on earth.”
“This is a small thing that Zhao Jiu did for the world in his spare time.”
After Zhao Jiu finished speaking, he burst into laughter.
His body became more and more moldy.
But he smiled with ease and relief.
Anle seemed to see in him the appearance of the once free and unrestrained worldly fairy.
Hearing this, An Le smiled naturally: “Brother Zhao Jiu, don’t worry, no matter how deep the netherworld is, I will one day go and bring Brother Jiu back. There are countless wines in the world of mortals. You and I will drink them one by one.”
Zhao Jiu’s hair was flying, he smiled freely, turned around, and his body disappeared.
Only the sound of laughter echoed throughout the world.
“Let it happen.”
Just let it happen.
If we are destined, you and I will drink again.
This is what Zhao Jiu means.
Anle’s eyes sparkled, and she bowed her head to send her friend off.
at the same time.
The bamboo sword Qingshan suddenly fell down and cut into the Peach Blossom Villa. Every peach blossom was chopped off, constantly changing between destruction and rebirth.
The entire Shengxian Land roared, and huge formations were running, trying to break free of the seal.
But in the end, under the control of the emperor’s will and the ancestral sword spirit, he finally slowly restrained his aura.
The scope of the Immortal Land began to converge, and then converged again…
at last.
It turned into a falling star point of light, just like Zhao Xianyou’s profound gaze, falling into Feihu Mountain and spreading into the belly of the mountain.
A broken bamboo sword fell dangling.
It was stuck on the top of Feihu Mountain, the sword swaying gently in the wind.
Slowly, I was confused and entangled by the sword energy and the immortal energy…
The shadow of the sword gradually formed.
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