Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

An Le looked at Ling Xiaoyao in front of him, feeling uneasy.

The boy he valued once died long ago, and the one who is still alive now is just a stranger in the cloak of "Ling Xiaoyao".

"Master An, your Taoism and supernatural powers are really extraordinary tens of thousands of years ago..."

Ling Xiaoyao took a step forward, and the hundreds of sacred treasures behind him suddenly burst into dazzling light. A single one of these sacred treasures is not very powerful, but when they are gathered together, they possess a palpitating power .

He continued: "But now, the times have changed! The changes in Taoism and supernatural powers over the past tens of thousands of years have already reached new peaks, and I am the master of these new ways."

"Those skills of yours are outdated!"

Regarding this, An Le just smiled lightly and said, "If that's the case, why don't you attack?"

Ling Xiaoyao's complexion changed slightly.

Facing this former teacher, he was actually extremely afraid in his heart. The back figure standing in front of him in the past was like a mountain pressing down on his heart. This pressure, even tens of thousands of years, would never fade away.

If it weren't for so many years of accumulation and experience, Ling Xiaoyao's disposition had been completely changed, and he wouldn't even have the courage to attack An Le!
These words of his are not so much intimidating An Le, as they are convincing himself!

The more fearful he was, the stronger the magic power Ling Xiaoyao aroused.

Beside him is not only the Tiangong Shenzang, but also the holy gate and the altar. For tens of thousands of years, there are by no means a few geniuses in the world who can cultivate the secrets of the Shenzang, but they are all like fat fish that have been bitten by a fishhook. It is a tall and strong leek, caught and harvested by Ling Xiaoyao!
Even if these gods are worn out during the grafting process, they should not be underestimated.

"Master An, let me show you my tens of thousands of years of progress!"

Ling Xiaoyao walked towards An Le, with heavy steps, where even the space was shaking.

The trees in the mountain forest below fell down like a wheat field, and the sky changed color instantly. The sea of ​​clouds roared and roared, and immediately turned into dark clouds, with strong winds and thunder.

Cultivators who have reached their level can trigger visions between the heavens and the earth just by being pulled by the air mechanism.

Dao Wuya's eyelids twitched, he felt a strong sense of oppression from Ling Xiaoyao, and said in his heart: "I am definitely not this person's opponent!"

But at some point, in the sky, a rugged plum tree suddenly appeared.

This is the Dao tree formed by Ling Xiaoyao's comprehension. According to common sense, when a monk condenses into a Dao tree, it means that he has reached the Dao state, which is far above the refinement. You must know that the original Zhou Tianzi was only half a step away. It's just right!

However, Ling Xiaoyao's aura is far from the unfathomable feeling of Hedao.

The power on this plum tree does not have the pure dao rhyme of the dao tree in the fairy tomb, but it appears to be mixed. It has the aura of divine possession and spiritual power, as well as the divinity of a god, as well as strong evil spirit and blood. , making this plum tree look a bit chaotic and evil.

As An Le said, Ling Xiaoyao has already walked on a wrong path, so he can't really break through the path.

Ling Xiaoyao raised his hand, and a plum branch fell into his hand. He used the plum branch as a knife again, and slashed towards An Le.

The plum branches fell, and the many sacred treasures behind him suddenly burst into light. The various colors of the Tiangong, the Holy Gate, and the altar converged into one, forming a purple halo. Together with the branches, they slammed down!

The heavy thunderclouds were divided into two, and all of them were dyed a crimson purple color, turning into purple clouds that disappeared from the sky and covered the sky.

An Le stood in mid-air, without unnecessary movements, just called out Yang Yang, turned into a long sword, and swung down the same sword!
"Master An, others don't know it, but I know it clearly. Your swordsmanship is the weakest among your many abilities."

Ling Xiaoyao laughed loudly, with a distorted expression: "When you challenged the Tai Academy, if someone challenged you with this, you would definitely lose."

An Le said lightly: "Xiaoyao, you are not the only one who has made progress."

While he was speaking, the innate qi crazily poured into the sword body, bringing out a very simple and extremely long sword light, as far as Ling Xiaoyao could see, it was all dazzling and brilliant sword light.

It seems that the terrifying sword energy that can kill gods and cut the sky rises into the sky, approaching the level of Taoism.

Ling Xiaoyao's face changed suddenly, but since the plum branch in his hand came out, it was naturally impossible to stop.

clang--

The collision of Dao and Dao played an incomparably loud Dao sound, which was deafening.

The two terrifying auras collided, and the aftermath of the leak fell in the mountain forest. The ground trembled violently, countless trees were broken, and ravines spread like spider webs, as if a sun had hit the mountain range, tearing all the people here. The terrain changed completely, and the terrifying fluctuations not only affected this mountain range, but also continued to spread outward.

Dao Wuya couldn't help mobilizing his mana to protect himself against the aftermath of the collision between the two.

Farther away, the people in the main city of Taixu also felt the tremor of the earth and the riot of spiritual power, and they were all terrified.

"What's the matter? Who caused such a big commotion?"

Suddenly, a monk looked up, couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, and stood on the spot blankly.

I saw that the Hanging City, high above, was still shaking under this fluctuation, which caused the monks in the city to be extremely horrified, thinking that the Hanging City was about to collapse, and several monks who refined the Void had no choice but to take action to resist the impact that came from nowhere.

A group of Lianxu looked towards the direction where the wave came from, feeling their scalps go numb.

"Across such a long distance, there is still such power... Who is fighting?"

"When did there become so many strong men in the world?"

Bu Suanzi's face was dull, and he sighed, "What a troubled time!"

After the impact of this blow, the vibration of the Hanging City gradually subsided, but there were still many monks who were on their way out, their strength was weak, and they were so shocked that they flew to nowhere.

If it wasn't for An Le and the two fighting in such a deserted place deep in the mountains, it would have caused huge casualties.

At this moment, the sword light and purple light quickly dissipated, the shape of the land below was completely changed, and the mountains seemed to be smoothed by an invisible hand.

An Le and Ling Xiaoyao switched positions, standing in mid-air with their backs facing each other, the world seemed to stand still at this moment.

With a crisp sound of "click", a small gap appeared in the center of An Le's hand, and the blade of the sword trembled slightly, as if screaming in mourning.

The material used to make Zhenyang Stone is Infinite Moment Stone, which is so strong that it is the best material in the world. In the hands of An Le, Yangyang has devoured many precious materials and tempered it several times. Even the fingertips of gods can touch it. cut open.

But right now, there is a gap in Yangyang, which is enough to show the strength of Ling Xiaoyao's attack!

This is due to the fact that Ling Xiaoyao has harvested the mystical powers obtained by countless monks. In terms of the depth of mana, he is the well-deserved No. [-] in the world.

Ling Xiaoyao's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Master An, your sword is about to break."

An Le shook her head: "No, you are the one who wants to break up."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiaoyao lowered his head in a daze, and saw that the plum branch in his hand was suddenly broken inch by inch, the purple halo quickly dimmed, and there was a faint bloodstain on his chest, which was oozing blood.

This scar seems very light and superficial, but in fact it has already penetrated his chest!

As long as Ling Xiaoyao moves slightly, the upper body will slide down from the chest.

It wasn't until this moment that Ling Xiaoyao felt a tingle of pain, and the many sharp and terrifying sword intents began to destroy his body.

This sword is so fast and sharp?
Ling Xiaoyao was astonished, but then he smirked and said, "Master An, do you think you can kill me like this?"

"Jianggong Shenzang, come!"

He let out a soft drink, and behind him many crimson palaces burning with raging celestial fire flew together, rotating, arranging, and changing, reflecting each other with the acupoints and meridians in Ling Xiaoyao's body, and the secret power of crimson palace Shenzang was poured in continuously.

The crimson palace is located in the heart, which governs the strength and vitality of the heart. The monks who opened up this sacred treasure can be reborn with severed limbs, and their self-healing power is greatly improved.

But now, there are no less than a hundred Jianggong gods who provide Ling Xiaoyao with healing his body!
With just one breath, the bloodstains on his chest faded and disappeared, and the heart that was nearly cut open also healed quickly.

It can be said that as long as these divine treasures are still there, Ling Xiaoyao will be immortal!

An Le was not surprised by this. Looking at the array of crimson palaces behind Ling Xiaoyao, he praised: "Using so many divine treasures to perform natural good fortune skills, such a wild and wonderful idea, your attainments in the secret methods of divine treasures are indeed amazing. Still above me."

That's right, the formation formed by Ling Xiaoyao with the Crimson Palace Heavenly Palace is based on the natural good fortune of the Good Fortune Palace, which once again strengthens the effect of self-healing and regeneration.

To achieve this, not only the mastery of the secret method of the gods, but also the proficiency of the innate good fortune skills, both of which are indispensable.

An Le carefully observed the details of the arrangement of these celestial palaces, and found that the operation method of some of the secret powers is slightly different from the original version of the innate good fortune skills, which are more subtle, proficient and perfect.

Obviously, Ling Xiaoyao not only learned this technique, but also had a new insight and comprehension based on it, but he never shared it with other practitioners.

Ling Xiaoyao sneered: "My magical powers are not limited to this!"

"Niwan Palace, come!"

Numerous Niwan Heavenly Palaces descended one after another, and the chaotic and misty spiritual power suddenly expanded, turning into a vast sea, and Zhao Anle took it face to face!
This spiritual power distorts external objects all the time, and can tear matter into pieces with ease. It is invisible and matterless, and is extremely difficult to entangle.

An Le was not in a hurry, and Huang Quantian quietly appeared in the blood sea prison, turning the space in all directions into his own domain to compete with Niwan Tianhai.

But soon, Ling Xiaoyao successively called Huangting, Yongquan, Yuchi, and Yujing Tiangong. Every kind of sacred treasure evolved into a kind of magical power in his hands. Then it becomes two different Dao Seas, which are pressed down at the same time as Niwan Tianhai.

The most terrifying thing is Yujing Tiangong, Ling Xiaoyao condensed all Yujing Tiangong into a long sword, and attacked Anle.

Yujing Tiangong is the core of the other five palaces, and its changes will naturally affect the momentum of the three seas and one place.

Every time the sword strikes, An Le has to resist the coercion of all the magical powers of Tiangong at the same time.

Even though Anle's sword light was still extremely sharp and unstoppable, the vitality provided by Jianggong Shenzang made it almost impossible for Ling Xiaoyao to be killed.

As one ebbs and the other grows, An Le actually falls into a declining trend.

Under repeated suppression by Tianhai Digong, the sword light in the field gradually dimmed, and it was difficult to see An Le's figure.

Looking at this scene, Dao Wuya felt heavy in his heart: "If this continues, Daoist Wuxu will be defeated."

In the battle just now, Ling Xiaoyao was killed at least dozens of times, but the existence of Jiang Gong's supernatural power saved his life.

Dao Wuya could see that such an exaggerated regenerative ability was not without cost. In the midair, the phantoms of Shenzang shattered and disappeared one after another, but this loss was even negligible to Ling Xiaoyao.

"Tens of thousands of years of painstaking harvesting, such a scheming, this harvest is too terrifying!"

At this time, Xuan Gongming and Danqing also rushed to this place, they were very anxious when they saw this, but they remembered An Le's previous order, so they resisted not to make a move.

Ling Xiaoyao holds many Yujing Tiangongs in his hands, and uses them as swords to continuously slash down. Each sword contains great power, which affects the field formed by the Tiangongs and the holy gates to crush them down.

He was panting heavily, his face was distorted, and he seemed to be crying and smiling: "Master An, why are you still alive! Why do you still appear in front of me!"

"You're dead, I'm still your disciple, I will watch for you and worship you, and I will avenge you, but since you are alive, you will definitely oppose and deny me, so... I have no choice but to send you to die with my own hands. "

boom! boom! boom!
In the Tianhai Digong, the area occupied by Xuehai Huangquan is getting smaller and smaller, and the sword light is becoming more and more fragile, not as sharp as it was at the beginning, and it is difficult to compete with the Yujing Excalibur.

"It's time to end."

Ling Xiaoyao looked crazy, raised the Yujing Excalibur again, urged the power of all kinds of supernatural powers to the extreme, and said coldly.

"Master An, if you want to blame, blame you for teaching me so well!"

Before he could slash this sword, he heard a faint voice from the Shenzang Domain.

"Yeah, it's time to end."

An Le let go of the magical powers around him, and walked slowly towards Ling Xiaoyao. His breath was a little weak, his face turned pale, but his temperament was still as calm and confident as before.

Ling Xiaoyao was overjoyed, losing the protection of his supernatural powers, he only needed one blow to take away An Le's life!

He was about to swing his sword, but he was surprised to find that the Yujing Tiangong in his hand did not move at all, as if he had lost control of it!
Ling Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows, and urged many Niwan Shenzang, trying to crush An Le to death with mental power.

However, Niwan Tiangong is also out of control!

Ling Xiaoyao was in doubt and fear, and asked: "You, what did you do?"

An Le's pace did not stop, neither slow nor fast, but it gave Ling Xiaoyao a great sense of oppression, he said lightly.

"Xiaoyao, your magical powers are indeed not bad, but they are not yours, after all, they are not yours."

Ling Xiaoyao drove Huangting, Yuchi and other divine treasures one after another, but his spiritual consciousness was like a mud cow, and there was no response.

Ling Xiaoyao was frightened and panicked.

The phantom behind him still exists, but those sacred treasures that he spent tens of thousands of years harvesting seem to no longer belong to him.