Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 287 286. You were born to be a genius of sword repairing!

According to legend, the ancient dragon is the ancestor of all monsters and one of the oldest gods.

And from Xia Jingnian using the power of the ancient dragon to his almost complete dragon transformation, apart from the improvement in strength, his attraction to An Le has also increased rapidly.

To be more precise, it was the evil power in Xia Jingnian's body that was attracting An Le.

Looking at the smooth and tough dragon scales, the pair of tall and slender dragon horns, and the muscles full of strength and beauty, and the body structure that secretly fits with the avenue of heaven and earth, An Le was so greedy and articulate that he even wanted to put this Grill the skin and bones of the dragon, then cut off the dragon meat and roast it piece by piece!
"Pity……"

An Le glanced at the old slave who was holding a talisman not far away, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

In fact, his state at this time is far weaker than it appears.

[Ancient Desolate Flood Furnace Body] The terrible force that erupted came from the frantic burning of spiritual power, qi and blood by the heart like a furnace. In just five seconds, Anle was almost squeezed dry!

His dantian was extremely empty, only relying on the secret power gushing out from the Huang Ting Shenzang to maintain his giant state.

An Le comforted herself from the bottom of her heart and said, "It's okay, five seconds is still very powerful."

In the future, when the qi, blood and spiritual power are more profound, the power of this entry can be truly displayed.

"Anle, I advise you to take care of yourself."

The white-haired old slave looked at him coldly: "You don't want to completely offend the Xia family, do you?"

An Le smiled slightly, but did not let go of Xia Jingnian's neck.

Although it is impossible to kill Xia Jingnian in public right now, it is necessary to collect some interest from him first.

As the devouring blood line quietly pierced Gu Long's body, strands of strange and viscous gray mysterious power poured into An Le's body silently.

The Nascent Soul villain in his dantian was in full bloom, happily running the Hunyuan Innate Skill, storing the evil power in the lower abdomen of the Nascent Soul.

On the panel, the number of divine power began to jump.

Ten, twenty, thirty...

It has to be said that the content of dragon power in Xia Jingnian's body is indeed very high, obviously it took a lot of precious resources to create such a physical body.

But now, they are rapidly becoming Anle's evil power.

At the same time, Xia Jingnian's physical body was also rapidly fading away the characteristics of the ancient dragon. The dragon scales and horns were retracted under the skin one after another. His muscles shriveled, his qi and blood weakened, his body continued to shrink, and he returned to his human form.

The monks watching didn't think there was anything wrong, they just thought it was his normal reaction after being injured.

Only Su Dai gave An Le a strange look, and vaguely guessed something.

And the central stone on An Le's finger also turned into a silver light, flying back and forth around Xia Jingnian's body, and in the blink of an eye, he actually bit a magic weapon that was also in the shape of a cube.

But compared to Yang Yang, this magic weapon is more like a clumsy imitation, not its opponent at all, it was quickly swallowed by Yang Yang and turned into a part of his body.

Seeing Xia Jingnian's face turn paler, the white-haired old slave finally noticed something, and said angrily, "What are you doing?!"

"Don't let Mr. Xia go soon?"

At this time, An Le was almost sucked, so he let go of his hand and let Xia Jingnian fall downward.

"You!"

The old slave was so angry that his face turned purple, he could only fly over to catch Xia Jingnian, and then quickly fled away.

He was very afraid of Zuo Yu and Xiang Tieta, even with the talisman bestowed by Huashen, he still didn't dare to relax.

An Le glanced at the panel out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but feel excited.

[Sinister Power: 64! 】

Last time, in order to create [Blood Sea Prison Huang Quantian], he completely emptied his family property, but he did not expect to be able to supplement a large amount from Xia Jingnian.

"Why is this Xia Jingnian so useless? He's the strongest Nascent Soul, not even a hundred evil spirits."

An Le shook his head secretly, expressing his disappointment, and said in his heart, "But it's better than nothing, and if you accumulate it for a while, you can upgrade to the next golden entry."

For him, the greatest role of divine power is to improve the quality of entries.

However, so far no entry has been able to rise above the level of gold, but Anle believes that as long as there is enough evil power, there will be a day of accumulation.

Looking at the two fleeing like bereaved dogs, the monk Sigong on the platform of the sacred tree has not recovered for a long time. Before the fight started, no one thought that the battle would end like this.

The terrifying scene of the flame giant forcibly piercing through a planet seemed to still remain in front of their eyes, making it difficult for them to calm down.

Everyone is a Nascent Soul cultivator, why is there such a big gap?
Not long after, An Le returned to her original appearance, fell from a high place together with Su Dai and others, and walked in front of the monks.

Even though he didn't say anything, everyone felt an invisible pressure.

This is the sense of oppression brought by strength.

In this dignified atmosphere, Lan Ruyu was the first to speak: "An Dao is friendly, good means!"

"I think the title of the most powerful Nascent Soul in Taixu Palace for a thousand years should belong to Fellow Daoist An."

When the others heard this, they had strange expressions, and thought to themselves: "You big-eyed man, you know how to flatter!"

But some clever monks also said: "Brother Dao has such strength at such a young age, which is really admirable."

"Brother An, you are truly a genius!"

For these flattering voices, An Le didn't feel complacent, lost in the sound of Dao Brother, but said instead.

"My Taixu Palace is full of outstanding people, there are endless talents, and there are many monks who are more talented than me."

"I can't bear the title of the so-called strongest Nascent Soul. If some people really believe the name that they blow up, it would be ridiculous."

Everyone was stunned, and the monks of the other three palaces felt awe-inspiring: "In the generation of Taixu Palace, is there someone who is more powerful than An Le?"

The people in Taixu Palace were also quite surprised, they only thought that An Le was putting money on their faces.

In fact, Anle's words are all from the bottom of her heart.

By An Le's side, wouldn't he just follow two senior brothers Yuanyingqi who were stronger than him?
Even though the two senior brothers haven't really made a move so far, An Le instinctively feels that once they do it with all their strength, their combat power will definitely be greater than her own!
And in Taixu Palace, there are actually not a few such unknown and powerful existences.

Not everyone likes Xia Jingnian to act in a high-profile manner, and the sixth child who hides his strength is sometimes even more terrifying.

Seeing the wary eyes of many monks, An Le said casually: "I fought Xia Jingnian only because of personal grievances. He tried to kill me several times. I just wanted to protect myself."

"I am actually very elegant and easy-going, and I won't do anything casually. You can rest assured."

The corners of everyone's mouths moved, but they didn't speak.

Anyone who saw the flame giant blowing up the planet's fragments couldn't connect the words Anle and elegance.

At this time, Liuli from Guanghan Palace asked in surprise: "Could it be that Mr. Xia really destroyed the core of the ruins in the Great Wilderness?"

An Le said in surprise, "You guys also know about this? This is exactly what Xia Jingnian did."

Lan Ruyu smiled triumphantly: "I'll just say he did it, you still don't believe me!"

Hearing this, Liuli looked at him calmly, and said sincerely, "I didn't know Xia Jingnian's true face before, and I misunderstood fellow Daoist, I'm really sorry."

This made An Legao take a look at the female nun, and it was also a skill to be able to admit his mistake calmly.

But among the Taixu Palace crowd, there are still a few people who did not believe these words.

"How is it possible! Mr. Xia will not be that kind of person!"

"This must be slander..."

An Le didn't bother to pay attention to them, but just glanced around coldly, facing his eyes, the hearts of these people trembled, and they dared not speak any more.

Hong Yingxue murmured in a low voice: "It is said that some people only believe what they want to believe. Now it seems that this is true."

Fortunately, some rational Taixu Palace monks were obviously shaken and began to doubt.

A few of Xia Jingnian's fans left here disheartened, not planning to stay by An Le's side, just to make fun of themselves.

After these people left, An Le looked up at the fallen sacred tree not far in front of him.

This sacred tree grew extremely large, almost occupying the entire suspended platform. The branches and leaves were extremely luxuriant. The tender green leaves were mixed with bright red, and there was a strange divine light flowing. Those branches were actually dark red, like blood vessels in the human body. The rich aura is attached to the surroundings of the sacred tree, and it has not dissipated after thousands of years.

The sacred tree did not know what happened to it. It broke from the waist, and the crown fell down, as if it might fall into the abyss below at any time.

But even so, it was still alive!

Fresh vitality overflows from the branches and leaves, and there is no sign of decay at all.

The strangest thing was that some golden liquid flowed out from the place where the trunk was broken, mixed with some red, very viscous, like the blood of the divine tree.

The gold liquid is gathered in a small pool, which looks very attractive, and even exudes a sweet smell, which is rich and fragrant, and it looks like a rare natural treasure.

But An Le glanced at the many monks around him, but found that no one dared to approach the pool containing the divine liquid, and all of them had jealous eyes.

An Le and the others were not the last group of monks to come here, and some people with strong aura arrived one after another.

A few of them were impatient, and when they saw the divine liquid, they had greedy thoughts, and without even saying a word to their fellow Taoists, they exploded in haste, as if they had crossed space and came to the divine pool.

"receive!"

One person was holding a jade bottle and was about to take away the divine liquid when the crown of the sacred tree above his head suddenly seemed to come alive.

The blades rustled, and murderous intent filled the air instantly.

The eyes of these people widened immediately, with astonishment on their faces.

I saw countless fine lines appearing on their body surface, like cracks oozing light, and then, the light burst out, and the bodies of these monks quickly dissolved in the light, and they couldn't even scream.

From An Le's point of view, it was more like they were being chewed and swallowed bit by bit by the light in an elegant and delicate way, like an elegant diner enjoying his own food, it was creepy.

After the light disappeared, the figure of the monk disappeared.

Only the branches and leaves full of trees swayed gently, becoming more and more green and tender.

Tick ​​tock!

A drop of fresh divine liquid slowly flowed out from the section of the trunk of the sacred tree, dripping into the small pool below, causing a small circle of ripples.

The strange fragrance of the air also became more intense.

Seeing this, An Le felt awe-inspiring: "This is indeed a trap!"

Even he was not sure to resist the eerie and frightening light just now, and this place is only the entrance of the fairy tomb. It is conceivable that there must be greater danger in this tomb.

An Le immediately dismissed the plan to enter the fairy tomb to explore now, and said: "Everyone, please go ahead, we will not enter the tomb for the time being."

He has long seen that the monks from Guanghan Palace, Good Fortune Palace and Tianjian Palace were guarding himself instead of entering the tomb to explore.

Hearing this, Lan Ruyu hesitated for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and said, "Let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he led the people behind him into the tomb through a corridor.

The Heavenly Sword Palace cultivators here are the fewest in number among the four palaces, and their strength is also the weakest. There are no leading figures like Lan Ruyu and Liuli, so they look like a mess.

But facing the temptation of the suspected fairy tomb, they obviously did not intend to give up, and followed in twos and threes.

At this time, Qin Li, who had been defeated by Xia Jingnian, walked towards Anle.

Qin Li scratched his cheek, with a look of embarrassment, hesitating for a moment before saying: "Friend Daoist An, our third senior brother from Tianjian Palace will probably arrive here in a while."

"Third senior brother has some brain problems, but he is still a good person. If he unfortunately provokes you, I hope you have a lot of friends, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Hearing this, An Le remembered the Jian Guang he saw in the gray mist earlier.

The sword intent contained in that sword made An Le secretly startled.

"Is he the third senior brother of Tianjian Palace?"

An Le was in a strange mood, and the monk who could remind other people in Tianjian Palace was obviously not an ordinary person.

Qin Li took out another folded scroll and said, "There is an extraordinary sword energy in this painting. If you want to practice swordsmanship, fellow Daoist An, you can open the scroll to observe."

"Please also accept it, Fellow Daoist An."

An Le understood Qin Li's intentions, and pondered for a moment: "If this third senior brother hadn't gone too far, I would naturally not take his life."

Qin Li heaved a sigh of relief, and soon walked into the corridor with other sword cultivators.

Not long after, Liuli with silver hair and silver eyes walked to Anle's side, but her beautiful eyes fell on Su Dai who was behind him, and a strange color flashed in her eyes.

For some reason, Su Dai always gave her a very kind feeling.

Liuli shook her head, dispelling the strange mood in her heart, and said to An Le, "Friend Daoist An, let's take a step first."

Although she is a woman, her courage is no less than that of a man, so naturally she will not miss the opportunity in front of her.

A group of female cultivators in Guanghan Palace walked past Anle and the others, and a few of them boldly smiled sweetly at Anle: "Beautiful little brother, see you soon!"

These female cultivators are all very beautiful in appearance, with a temperament that is dusty, and they are not weak, and their temperament is self-improvement, which adds a bit of charm.

But An Le could only watch his nose, his nose, and his heart, pretending not to hear.

After the girls of Guanghan Palace left, Su Dai silently walked to Anle's side and said with a smile.

"Anlang, it's time to take your medicine."

An Le shuddered, but she still turned her head, took the elixir handed over by Su Dai in fear, and swallowed it with her head raised.

Naturally, these elixirs are not poisons, but treasures for invigorating qi and blood. Su Dai has long seen the emptiness in An Le's body, so she prepared these elixirs.

That's what it sounds like...strange!

However, not all monks are willing to risk their lives to explore the fairy tomb, and some people only come to this cave to escape the darkness of the wilderness.

These people sat silently everywhere on the platform, carefully guarding the strangers around them.

Some people went to those desolate planets, quietly estimated the time, and waited for the arrival of the next day. Although there was nothing there, it was at least safer.

Anle is to close your eyes and rest your mind to restore your own strength.

For a moment, the fairy tomb cave seemed somewhat peaceful and quiet.

On the other side, Xiang Tieta was looking up at the dark red sky, with a confused and complicated expression on his face.

Since the last time he had a brief hysteria, his mood has been in a relatively low state.

And for some reason, looking at those broken planets, Xiang Tieta felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

He didn't know where this sadness came from, but the tip of his nose was inexplicably sour, and tears fell from his eyes.

Zuo Yu was the first to discover Xiang Tieta's anomaly, walked up to him, but didn't say anything or do anything.

An Le also came over and patted the senior brother on the shoulder lightly.

Xiang Tieta wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, and said to himself: "Anyway, this side is real, and that side is fake, no matter how much you think about it, it doesn't make sense!"

******
It didn't take long.

A soft sword light lit up from the beginning of the broken bridge, and then, a person holding a flying sword wobbled from a distance.

"This is the third senior brother of Tianjian Palace?"

Seeing this man's appearance, the corners of An Le's mouth twitched.

In his imagination, the person who can wield that terrifying sword intent must be a swordsman with superb temperament, the kind who holds a long sword and walks across the world with it.

But right now, the person holding the flying sword is covered in ragged clothes, torn to pieces, disheveled hair, and some black dirt on his face, he is extremely embarrassed!

He hugged Fei Jian without any image, and let Fei Jian lead him to float to this platform.

Feijian swayed several times on the way, as if about to fall into the abyss, seeing An Le terrified.

"You smell like a sword!"

As soon as he floated onto the platform, the man's eyes lit up, staring straight at An Le.

He did not know where to take out some sword manuals, and asked excitedly: "Fellow Daoist, are you interested in learning swords?"

An Le's eyelids twitched, watching him silent.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot."

The sword cultivator quickly introduced himself: "Sky Sword Palace, Jian Sansan, you should be a monk from one of the six palaces, right?"

"Let me tell you, there are many benefits to being a swordsman. If you see anyone who is upset, just stab them with a sword."

"You didn't see it. I just met a group of stupid corpse monsters. They chopped me up when they saw me. How could I bear it? Just brushed and brushed, and a piece of the corpse monster's heads fell off, but they didn't Come to think of it, those guys can fight without heads..."

Jian Sansan's small mouth was chattering so fast that An Le couldn't even get in.

His name itself is very weird, and the content of the second half of his sentence shocked An Le and the others even more.

According to Jian Sansan, he also ran into that army of gods and demons, but these two idiots not only didn't dodge, but also took the initiative to sneak in.

And now, Jian Sansan broke out of that battlefield alive, this alone is enough to prove his strength.

An Le recalled that the sword light he saw at that time seemed to be indeed on the path of the Gods and Demons Battlefield.

Obviously, Jian Sansan's embarrassed posture is also related to this battle.

But this person is strong and strong, and it can't change his nature of being a talkative and funny person.

"I'm An Le, your real name is Jian Sansan?"

After finally finding an opportunity, An Le interjected.

Jian Sansan was stunned: "I seem to have another name before, but I can't remember it clearly, but it doesn't matter, the name is just something outside of me."

"The sword is different. The sword is our soul. Fellow Daoist An, you also have a sword soul. Would you like to enter my Heavenly Sword Palace to experience it?"

Jian Sansan seems to have a knack for bringing back to Jian no matter what the topic is.

An Le knew that talking to this kind of person should not follow his rhythm, or he would get involved sooner or later, so she asked.

"You just said... the smell of a sword, what is that?"

Hearing this, Jian Sansan was rather confused: "The taste of a sword is the taste of a sword."

He looked at the two girls Jiang Yun beside him, and commented: "They also smell a little like swords, but they are not as strong as yours. Believe me, you are born to be a genius at swordsmanship!"

Jian Sansan's expression was extremely serious, as if he could really smell the sword.

Hong Yingxue whispered, "An Le, this guy doesn't know how to practice swords and become stupid, right?"

"What is talking?"

Jian Sansan looked around, and unexpectedly locked on to Xiao Xiaohong who was not visible.

He touched his chin and said in surprise: "Although I don't know what you are, the sword smell on your body is actually not bad."

"However, can you also practice swords?"

Jian Sansan seemed to be thinking about this issue very seriously.

Hong Yingxue said helplessly: "This person is hopeless..."

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from the corridor of the fairy tomb.

"Friend Daoist An, come in!"

This is the voice of Tiantong Lan Ruyu: "The fairy tomb is very safe. There are countless magical artifacts and spiritual stones here. Our storage bags are full and we can't hold them! Come in!"

Many monks nearby were moved, and several of them gritted their teeth and rushed into the corridor.

Hearing this at first, An Le was tempted for a moment, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he suppressed the greed in his heart.

Jiang Yun had already taken a few steps, but when they saw An Le, they were all motionless and froze in place, and asked in confusion, "Aren't we going to visit the tomb? There are so many treasures waiting for us!"

There was a bit of abnormal greed on Jiang Yun's face, which blinded her mind.

Seeing this, Zuo Yu hit a rune, and the rune landed on Jiang Yun's face, causing her to wake up quickly, with a look of fear on her face: "Just now that was..."

But some monks around were not so lucky. Driven by nameless greed, they entered the fairy tomb.

"Friend Daoist An, save me!"

Suddenly, Liuli's voice came, and her upper body came out of the tunnel, with blood on her face, pitiful, like a defiled fairy, she begged: "Friend Daoist An, please...help my sister We... please..."

(End of this chapter)