Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

He has built the divine platform and broken through the void refining!

But at the same time, an extremely strong sense of crisis suddenly descended.

Chapter 356 Ling Xiaoyao

Anle temporarily ignored the sense of crisis that suddenly appeared and stood up from the Taixu Dao Pool, his aura still rising.

The strange phenomena such as the jade lotus and swimming fish around not only did not disappear, but became more solid. This was because the Taoism generated by Anle's breakthrough fed back to this pool of Taixu Tao Liquid.

At this moment, Anle activated the Chaos Innate Power, and the shadow of the sacred tree once again stood quietly between the eleven divine treasures. The pure and thick innate Qi gushed out and combined with the divine platform of the Holy Gate of the Heavenly Palace, adding to their power, and the secret power of the eleven divine treasures was also integrated into the trunk of the sacred tree.

The two complement each other and enhance each other, forming a unified cycle, which is spectacular.

Anle's surroundings almost formed a kind of Taoist temple, with jade lotus, giant trees, sacred city and young man, all showing the transcendence and power that a Void Refining cultivator should have.

The reason why Anle was able to make such a rapid breakthrough this time was due to his accumulation and experience in the previous period, and the battle with the Great Sage Corpse Ape had further brought out his potential. As for the Taixu Dao Chi, it was only there to help Anle take the final step, making it a natural outcome.

However, the difference between Anle and ordinary cultivators in breaking through the realm of refining emptiness is that he first opened up the Earth God Platform and then used the power of the Divine Treasure to break through the bottleneck of refining emptiness, so his realm is still somewhat unstable.

When the perception of emptiness surged into his mind, Anle also felt the existence of an invisible barrier. That was the so-called realm shackles, blocking all cultivators between heaven and earth, making it hard for them to breathe.

Even so, Anle's strength has been growing in a straight line, and his improvement in strength is obvious.

Now he can truly be called invincible!

But the sense of crisis was still growing stronger, and the malice was as real as substance, locking Anle's aura, and ripples were rippling in the void, which was a sign that some terrible existence was about to descend through the void.

"This is……"

Dao Wuya's eyes twitched, and he inexplicably had a very ominous premonition, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The spirit of a cultivator in the Lianxu realm is powerful and implicitly connected to heaven and earth, so he will not have any alarm signs for no reason.

He murmured in a low voice: "Could this be the danger of the Shenzang Secret Technique?"

Before Dao Wuya could figure out what was going on, Anle took a step forward, his figure disappeared into the void, and shuttled away.

He did this in order to choose a more suitable place for the battle to avoid the aftermath of the fight from destroying this pool of precious Taichu Dao Liquid.

Seeing this, Dao Wuya also stepped into the void and followed the traces left by Anle.

The next moment, the two left the base of Taixu main city and came to a vast area of ​​mountains.

This place is some distance away from Taixu Palace, and Anle is not unfamiliar with it. It is the sparsely populated forest deep in the Gujia Mountains.

Even so, the malicious lock did not weaken at all, but was like the oppression before a rainstorm, brewing a terrifying power.

The target of this nameless murderous aura was not Dao Wuya, but the leaked aura alone made him feel an indescribable sense of oppression. The sky above his head seemed to be getting lower and lower, as if it could press down and crush him at any time!

Dao Wuya was terrified and confused.

His cultivation strength is already top-notch in the world, so it's okay for Daozu Wuxu and his senior brother, but how come an unknown strong man suddenly appeared, whose aura alone made him tremble with fear?

Anle stood in mid-air, with his hands behind his back, sighing softly, his face showing a rare and complicated expression.

Dao Wuya secretly guessed when he saw this: "Could the other party also be an old friend of Daozu Wuxu?"

At this time, the power accumulated in the surroundings had reached its peak. As a crack appeared in the space again, a figure in a purple robe walked out of it.

There was joy in his voice: "Thousands of years have passed, and finally someone has mastered the Divine Hidden Secret Method. Fellow Daoist, may I ask..."

The purple-robed monk suddenly stopped talking, and then his body began to tremble. His face showed an extremely complicated expression, and he muttered.

"No, it's impossible... You're not him! He's already dead!"

"He would have perished along with the Great Zhou!"

The purple-robed monk's expression changed several times, and finally became extremely gloomy. He asked in a cold voice: "Whose old friend are you from? Why do you look like this? Are you deliberately teasing me?"

Anle turned around, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, and spoke.

"Xiaoyao, don't you even recognize your master?"

The purple-robed man who came across the void was none other than Ling Xiaoyao, one of Anle's most respected disciples!

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and Ling Xiaoyao has grown from the skinny boy into a middle-aged man. He is not handsome, but has a dignified appearance. His body is more sturdy and tall, and he has a few neat beards on his face.

His eyes were no longer as bright and clear as before, but there were many more complicated things in them. Even Anle could not guess the deepest thoughts in them.

To be honest, he felt like a stranger to Anle.

But in Ling Xiaoyao's eyes, Anle had hardly changed at all.

His face is still young and handsome, unlike that of an ordinary person. The faint smile on his face is still full of confidence, as if he can face all difficulties head-on. These qualities are the same as they were tens of thousands of years ago, and no one else can imitate them.

This face also made Ling Xiaoyao involuntarily think of those past events a long time ago, those experiences that he thought he had forgotten and did not want to recall.

The past seems like yesterday.

But, everything is gone.

Ling Xiaoyao could also see that Anle had undergone some changes after all. Not only had his strength improved, but his Tao heart and temperament were also being tempered.

He seemed to have a determined temperament, as if he had gone through a lot of hardships but still remained true to his original aspirations. This determination made Ling Xiaoyao feel dazzling for a moment, and he did not dare to look directly into Anle's eyes.

"Master An, you are really Master An!"

Ling Xiaoyao's tone was still somewhat unbelievable: "But haven't you already..."

Anle smiled faintly and said, "Now, am I not standing in front of you?"

Ling Xiaoyao suppressed the shock in his heart, and then revealed an ecstatic look, with tears even sliding down from the corners of his eyes. He then walked to a place not far in front of Anle and spoke affectionately.

"After ten thousand years, Xiaoyao never thought he would be able to meet Master An again."

"Master An, please accept my disciple's greetings!"

After saying that, Ling Xiaoyao bowed down and kowtowed deeply.

Dao Wuya, who was not far away, breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, "So he is the disciple of Daozu Wuxu. It seems like it was just a misunderstanding."

In his opinion, the great crisis has been resolved.

But at this moment, Ling Xiaoyao suddenly looked up, and a terrifying divine power flew out of his eyes and pierced straight into Anle's chest.

This is a seemingly ordinary purple plum branch, but it is carrying surging rays of light, an aura that is extremely terrifying, and the loud sound of Tao is shaking.

Dao Wuya's face changed drastically. He felt the danger of this move. If he was attacked by this move at this distance, he would be seriously injured if not killed.

But he couldn't understand why the disciple of Taoist Wuxu suddenly took action?

Keng!

Seeing that the plum branch was about to pierce his chest, Anle slowly stretched out two fingers and pinched it between his fingers, preventing it from moving forward an inch.

The timing and strength were just right, so perfect that it was as if he had anticipated the attack!

As for the attacking rays of light and the sound of Tao, they were like sinking into a quagmire, weakening little by little. By the time they reached An Le, they were like a breeze on his face, without any killing power.

An Le remained calm and said calmly, "Xiaoyao, you hide your murderous intent very well."

"But this is not enough to fool me."

When Ling Xiaoyao saw that his disguise was exposed, his expression became extremely fierce. Another plum branch appeared in his hand. He used the plum branch as a knife and slashed towards Anle.

The plum branch was cut down, even the space was cut open. Cracks leading to the void continued to form, easily cutting off all obstacles in front of it.

But Anle just stretched out his big hand, and all the cracked space was filled again, as if the secret power of the void carried by the plum branch did not exist.

Although Anle had just broken through to the Refining Void stage, he had come into contact with the void as early as the Nascent Soul stage, and had even stepped into it personally. His comprehension of the void was not inferior to Ling Xiaoyao at all, but even better than him!

Upon seeing this, Ling Xiaoyao immediately dropped the plum branch in his hand, retreated a distance, and had an uncertain expression.

"Master An, are you on guard against me?"

The smile on Anle's face gradually faded: "Xiaoyao, don't you know... why I am on guard against you?"

An Lequan had experienced everything that happened today in his deductions, but last time, he ultimately did not listen to the warnings of Tianrenshan and Zhongxu and chose to believe Ling Xiaoyao.

The results are self-evident.

Beside Anle, the shadow of Hong Yingxue appeared, her pretty face full of shock.

Although she was a saint who was high above everyone else during the Great Zhou Dynasty, she was still generally aware of all the major and minor matters in Yujing City, especially those concerning Anle. She naturally knew that Ling Xiaoyao was one of Anle's most valued disciples. After Anle disappeared, Ling Xiaoyao was the most grief-stricken among the disciples. He stayed in front of the monument for three months and refused to leave.

But now, why has the situation turned out like this?

Ling Xiaoyao was slightly startled when he saw Hong Yingxue's appearance, but his expression suddenly relaxed: "Lady Saint, it turned out to be you."

"Master An, it seems that I misunderstood you. You have finally walked on the right path. In this case, there is no need for us to fight to the death."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, as if to shake hands and make peace with Anle.

"Xiaoyao, you probably misunderstood."

Anle shook his head and said, "She is no longer the Holy Maiden of the Great Zhou, and I have not joined forces with you to become a running dog of the gods."

Ling Xiaoyao's pupils shrank slightly, his face darkened again, his hands clenched until his knuckles turned white, and he said, "Master An, you don't understand... you don't understand!"

"When you disappeared, I vowed to avenge you and to kill every evil demon in the darkness!"

"But before I could do this, His Majesty told me that the real enemy of the Great Zhou was not the evil demons, but the gods above. I was selected into the Spark Plan and then left the Great Wilderness. But I will never forget that day, when that terrifying divine light descended and I heard the wailing of the entire world. I realized that the Great Zhou had disappeared forever."

Ling Xiaoyao looked sad and said hoarsely: "Every night after the fall of the Great Zhou, I have been thinking about how to fight against that terrible power..."

"There is no way, there is no way!"

Ling Xiaoyao's desperate voice grew louder and louder, his aura became stronger and stronger, and the shadow of Shenzang began to appear around him.

At first glance, these sacred treasures do not seem to be anything magical, but upon closer inspection, one can discover that their number seems to be... more than just twelve.

Anle looked at him calmly, with no expression of joy or sadness, but there was a hint of deep sadness in her eyes.

"We are too weak, the human race is too weak!"

"We cannot defeat the might of the gods. Even the strongest cultivators in this world cannot stand up to them. Even such a powerful Zhou Dynasty was destroyed. What hope do the people who come after us have?"

Ling Xiaoyao's expression was almost insane, and he shouted to Anle: "Humans are destined to be unable to defeat the gods. If they want to survive, they can only rely on the gods and become the gods' pigs and sheep. This is the only way for some people to survive and prevent the human race from becoming extinct!"

"I am right! Only my path can prevent the tragedy of the Great Zhou from happening again!"

Anle asked softly, "So, this is why you harvested the divine treasures of all the practitioners in the world?"

He looked behind Ling Xiaoyao.

There, all kinds of heavenly palaces and holy gates stood there. Their auras were different and their shapes were subtly different, but they all carried a faint blood color.

And their number... is in the thousands, with no end in sight!

Moreover, more divine treasures are emerging!

Dao Wuya's mind was shaken, and he murmured, "Shenzang... Harvest... Is this the reason why the Shenzang secret method was cut off?"

"How many practitioners has Ling Xiaoyao harvested?"

Hong Yingxue was horrified, thinking that this handsome middle-aged man was even more evil than her, the demon girl.

Ling Xiaoyao was silent for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "Master An, I don't want to do this either, but the gods will not allow the Twelve Divine Treasures to appear in this world again. Any cultivator who appears will perish silently."

"Since they are all going to die, why not let me harvest them in advance and become my stepping stones? Whether I resist the gods or rely on them, they have also contributed their strength. Isn't it a worthy death?"

Anle said calmly: "Xiaoyao, you have changed."

"I don't!"

Ling Xiaoyao retorted, then looked at him hopefully: "Master An, you are still my most respected teacher. I have never thought of becoming your enemy. Come to my side, walk on the right path with me, and protect people's future."

Anle shook his head and said, "People with different ideologies cannot work together, Xiaoyao, you have already gone astray."

"The gods are not invincible, and the Great Zhou has not perished."

Hearing this, Ling Xiaoyao was struck by lightning, his face full of disbelief: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"I saw the divine light descend with my own eyes, and I also went to the Great Wilderness to investigate. The Great Zhou is gone..."

After a while, he calmed down and sneered, "Master An, you have changed again. You actually want to shake my faith with such a clumsy lie."

Anle looked at him quietly without saying anything.

You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.

Ling Xiaoyao lowered his head and sighed deeply. When he raised his head again, there was only cold murderous intent on his face.

"Today, please let Master An die!"